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Chapter 188 Finally Preaching the Word

The newly awakened subspace believers fell into an inexplicable state of ecstasy after learning that they were on the Lost Home. They raised their hands in the air and yelled incomprehensible words. This crazy and out-of-control appearance even made the believers

Alice was so frightened that she took two steps back. Fortunately, she held her head in time to prevent it from falling.

"This souvenir is so scary!" Miss Doll stared and kept hiding behind Duncan, "What's wrong with him?"

How could Duncan know? He hasn't finished asking yet!

Then the other two final preachers also woke up, and after understanding the current situation, they fell into the same ecstasy as the first person, and began to shout crazily, shouting something about "the promise"

"Ark", "Gateway to Subspace", no matter what Duncan and Alice said next to them, they seemed unable to communicate.

But by this time, Duncan had vaguely guessed the reason why these final preachers fell into ecstasy——

They are fanatics chasing subspace, and the Lost Home is a ghost ship that returned from subspace. Could it be that in the eyes of these madmen... the Lost Home is some kind of "miracle"?

Are they fanatical believers who have seen miracles?

But this enthusiasm seems to be a bit too much.

The three cultists hugged each other, crying, laughing, and yelling, praising the greatness of subspace while shouting the cry of homelessness. Occasionally, they would even make sounds from their throats that were difficult for humans to make. The layers of trembling

The call sign actually seemed like a real roar coming from the subspace. In the end, they even knelt down and started kissing the deck of the Lost Home!

Their last move annoyed Alice, who was watching the fun. Miss Doll suddenly opened her eyes, ran to the side, picked up a mop, and smashed it on the head of one of the cultists: "I just washed it."

deck!"

Before Alice finished speaking, two nearby buckets and several mops came running over and beat the fanatical believers with their heads and faces - the fanatics' uncontrollable shouts, Alice's reprimands and

The sounds of buckets and mops suddenly mixed together, and the Lost Home, which had been exceptionally quiet most of the time, suddenly became noisy and noisy.

Duncan was stunned as he watched. The scene of "the cursed doll and her henchmen beating up the intruders" gave him a huge shock. His first reaction was to wonder when this doll was related to the things on the deck.

So good, my second reaction was to rush forward to stop this farce: "Stop!"

The buckets and mops stopped immediately, and Alice couldn't help but hit one of the final evangelists with the mop again, and finally kicked him, then walked away angrily, all the while muttering.

He said: "I just washed the deck, and they started licking it..."

"Although I think their actions are a bit disgusting, it's not like this..." Duncan glanced helplessly at the doll, then turned to look at the few cultists who had just been beaten up, "Calm down.

Is it done?”

Several final preachers fell to the ground. However, despite the beating they had just endured, they did not show signs of shrinking or shrinking at all. Instead, they were still full of energy, with creepy smiles on their faces - they seemed to be so thin and emaciated.

His body has such an astonishing tolerance for pain, and it even seems to have given up on normal human pain.

After hearing Duncan's words, one of the preachers slowly turned his head and looked into Duncan's eyes. It took a long time for his chaotic eyes to focus, and then he let out a creepy laugh: "Ha, ha ha... Gatekeeper of the promised land, ghost at the helm, pilot of the ark! I can see...I can see your heart! How sad...You have received this blessing, but you refuse her gift...You have the gift You are qualified to enter the Promised Land, but you refuse it! You...are stupid!"

Duncan frowned slightly.

Alice immediately came over from behind: "Captain, how about I beat him again?"

The bucket and mop nearby also jumped over immediately, swaying behind Alice.

It's like a dog's leg and a dog's leg.

"You guys should be quiet for a moment." Duncan waved his hand and stared at the final preacher who was still smiling strangely at him, with no change in his expression. "It sounds like you know me, the 'Ghost Captain,' very well." ."

"The subspace whispers your name...whispers your stupid rejection..." The cultist grinned, and the blood from the beating flowed from the corners of his mouth, and it seemed to be alive and wriggling on his chin, like tentacles. , "You are qualified for that bliss, why do you still want to escape... Don't you know that subspace is the eternal and final destination of all things? You have already reached the end... why did you turn back from that end?!"

Duncan just stared quietly at this believer who didn't know whether he was insane or simply caught up in fanaticism, his face expressionless but his heart was in turmoil.

This group of fanatics who follow subspace really have something. Their crazy beliefs not only bring them strange power, but also actually let them know some secrets related to subspace. What this guy said... …I’m afraid there is part of the truth.

Captain Duncan escaped from the warp? Rejected the blessings of the warp?

Could it be that after the Lost Home fell into subspace, the real "Captain Duncan" did not completely fall into madness as rumored by the outside world? The return of the Lost Home from subspace... was actually a successful escape? "Captain Duncan" "You still had some sense at that time?

So when did he become completely crazy? And when did he die?

Duncan suddenly remembered the goat-head's attitude when facing subspace - vigilance, resistance and even faint panic.

This seems to also corroborate the words of the final preacher and the escape.

Later, the preacher fell into a state of confusion again, and began to keep mumbling things that only he could understand, or suddenly laughed with joy or slapped his body, while his two accomplices kept talking from beginning to end. Never sober, immersed in disturbing mental confusion.

These followers of the subspace are crazier than the Sun Cultists Duncan has seen, and are further deviated from the normal rationality of the real world - they seem to be in a perpetual state of mental instability, with their minds wandering between the real world and the subspace, as long as there is no They cannot think and communicate normally when people are talking to them, or when they are not performing a specific task.

Is it because they are affected by the subspace? Or are they actively destroying their own sanity and using this method to actively embrace the subspace?

What makes Duncan even more puzzled is - how do such crazy, weird cultists, who have even changed their appearance, normally operate in the city-state?

If these lunatics were to walk on the street, not to mention trying to deceive others, they would be surrounded by the defenders' steam walkers within five steps!

After a while, seeing that these final preachers still showed no intention of waking up, Duncan had to take the initiative to speak again: "Why did you attack Shirley?"

The three cultists reacted. One of them raised his head in confusion and shook his body from side to side: "Attack? Attack who?"

"What you just did," Duncan's voice was cold and his face was watery, "you attacked a girl with a ghost hound - why did you attack her?"

"Attack...oh, attack..." The confused believers suddenly grinned and shouted loudly, "We are just getting everything back on track so that the correct history can come smoothly! Loopholes, flaws, just a little bit.

Hidden dangers... Hidden dangers must be eliminated... She should die in the correct history, she should not live! She is alive... loopholes will always appear..."

"Correct history?" Listening to the crazy ramblings of the cultists, Duncan's eyes suddenly changed slightly. He captured the key information and reacted instantly, "There is a problem with Purander's history line, and it was you who did it.

?!"

"Is there a problem? No problem, no problem... We are just trying to get everything on track!" The fanatic raised his face with a martyr-like fanaticism in his eyes, "The world should get back on track! The fate of destruction has been

After delaying for so many years, everyone has violated the gift of subspace and the destiny that should befall us! We are correcting history on the right track!"

"Correction of history on the right track!" The other two final preachers nearby seemed to be infected and began to shout fanatically in praise. One of them even stood up after shouting and raised his hands high, as if declaring some kind of truth.

, "Only by getting back on track, after all annihilation can there be all kinds of recovery! Subspace will swallow everything, and subspace will reshape everything! The fire has been extinguished, and it is difficult to burn what is left... Only by lighting a second bonfire can the world be restored.

Live on in that gift!”


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