"The blue-quality healing card... is really luxurious. The effect is indeed much stronger than the green card. No wonder it is so expensive on the market."
After using up the blue healing card, the old man's legs instantly became clearer, and it seemed that he had also eradicated rheumatic joint pain and other complicated and complicated diseases.
Along the way, Li Mingshun took him to several other water prisons and rescued many of the cultists' sacrifices. After all, they were somewhat of a fighting force, and he returned all their cards along the way.
Uh, okay, part of it will be returned in full.
Almost all the sacrifices will have a big question mark on their head when they get their deck, and then ask Li Ming why he feels that there are a lot of missing material cards that he has accumulated for a long time, and it seems that he is also missing a few spell cards.
High quality?
In this regard, Li Ming’s reply was very unified——
"I don't make it! Maybe those cultists used it."
"Those cultists are all so heartless. Maybe your material cards have started to circulate on the black market."
Regarding this, the rescued sacrifices all felt that what Li Ming said was very reasonable and very consistent with the stereotype of cultists in their minds.
After all, the high-quality material cards and spell cards are there, who can not be tempted!
The old man on the side listened to Li Ming talking nonsense with his eyes open, and the corners of his mouth kept twitching.
There is nothing you can do, they even saved your life, so a few blue cards mean nothing.
If you see through it, don't tell it, and it's useless to tell it.
However, after opening several water prisons, Li Ming discovered a problem.
The people imprisoned in the water prison are basically the old, weak, sick and disabled. They are either quasi-trainee card makers like myself, or their spiritual sea has been almost exhausted because they have been imprisoned for too long.
In addition, their decks are scattered and scattered, most of them are not systematic, and they cannot form any combat effectiveness at all.
Even if Dagon could lead them out of this lake on his own, there would still be an entire cult village outside.
It's still unclear what the power of this cult is, and it feels very risky to break out rashly.
It’s hard to do...
Li Ming was thinking about it, and the old man beside him seemed to notice Li Ming's concerns and took out a contact spell card from his deck.
"I'll use the contact card to send a distress signal to the nearby investigators association. When the time comes, we will cooperate with them internally and externally."
Hearing this, Li Ming nodded: "Okay, it seems that the blue healing card was used correctly."
Old man: "..."
Let me copy it, why did you use my card to treat me? I have to thank you, right?
After a few curses in his mind, the old man raised his hand, and the contact card turned into blue light spots and scattered around, quickly disappearing at the end of the water.
"The card makers' associations within a hundred kilometers have been notified and are waiting for rescue."
Hearing this, Li Ming nodded. If there were external forces to rescue his side, his chances of winning would increase by a few percent.
While there is still time, let's just figure out the structure of the entire water prison.
He searched and wandered along the underwater passage. He guessed that the cultists were overconfident in the detection of the guards, and he did not encounter any cultists along the way.
While groping, Li Ming noticed a strange space.
Here stands a mysterious and ancient altar. It is made of black corals and giant shells. It looks particularly new under the wash of the sea water, as if it is incompatible with this foreign land. There are only a few beams of soft light shining into the depths of the altar.
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The altar is surrounded by blue-green fungi, and the surrounding marine microorganisms exude a creepy color and smell. There is even a faint green light emerging from its depths.
Even Li Ming couldn't help but slow down his breathing for half a beat, and there seemed to be strange murmurs in his ears, like the sounds of demons and beasts mixed together.
"It looks a bit like an altar..."
Li Ming's first reaction was to destroy the place directly, but after careful consideration, he rejected this idea.
He wasn't sure if there would be any chain reaction if this thing was destroyed.
"S~ You can't just do nothing. What if I'm really sacrificed or they call that evil god over?"
At this time, Li Ming felt that he could no longer hold his hands and do something.
He turned his head to look at a very hidden corner and thought for a moment.
Speaking of which, I seem to have seen a sect that believes in Dagon in some Cthulhu Mythology novels, called the Order of Dagon.
He even remembered the symbols of Dagon's Secret Order.
How about you draw a logo of the Order of Dagon on it?
It’s hard to say whether you, the pheasant evil god of the Lord of the Undertow, should be called Ensul Zebel. After all, Dagon also has many fallacious names, such as Polyphemus and so on.
They are all evil gods anyway. Our sect of Dagon is well-organized and disciplined, and it is also an orthodox ruler of the past.
Not only is there someone covering him above, which refers to Cthulhu, but there is also his own little brother below, which refers to the Deep Diver.
A batch with a clear system.
Not much better than some wild evil god like you?
After finishing the painting, Li Ming looked at his work with satisfaction.
"Let's go Dagon! Go back to sleep and prepare for tomorrow!"