Chapter 300 The Pastime of the Immortal (Silver Alliance
The captain would often utter some strange words with obscure meanings and wildly imaginative word formations, but the crew members on the Lost Home were often very tolerant of them.
After all, there is a pigeon on the boat who uses even weirder words and is more difficult to understand - and the communication between the captain and the pigeon has always been smooth, which shows that those weird words are not the captain's problem.
It is a problem that short-sighted mortals cannot understand.
Anyway, those who don’t understand it will be treated as a subspace dialect.
Morris did not ask what "PTSD" meant, but silently digested the information just revealed by the captain, while Duncan did not hide anything and told about his experience in the cemetery last night.
He mainly wanted to hear the opinions of "professionals".
Duncan's narration quickly attracted the attention of several people in the restaurant. Nina was the first to come over, followed closely by Shirley, Alice and Agou. In the end, even Vanna, who had been silently staying by herself, did not
He suppressed his curiosity and quietly came to the long table to listen.
"The Cult of Annihilation..." After listening to Duncan's story, the first person to frown was indeed the most knowledgeable Morris, "How could they be interested in corpses..."
"Shouldn't Annihilation Cults be interested in corpses?" Duncan asked curiously.
"They are not necromancers," Morris shook his head. "The Annihilation cultists follow the Holy Lord of the Underworld and delve into the demon field and the knowledge of the summoning field. They have no interest in the flesh and blood of the world - not only have no interest,
It can even be said to be contempt and disgust, because they firmly believe that the flesh and blood body in the world is weak and dirty, and the deep demons and the deep holy masters are the "original forms" with "pure and holy nature". How can such a group of heretics
Will you go to the cemetery and steal corpses?"
Listening to the old scholar's explanation, Duncan frowned subconsciously.
Annihilation believers despise the flesh and blood in the world and follow "existences with pure and holy nature in the realm of the underworld"? They even believe that the underworld demon and the underworld holy lord possess this "pure and holy nature"?
Although I knew from the beginning that the cultists in this world were more and more religious, the Annihilation Cultists’ drive to challenge the limits of aesthetics was just too cultish!
Duncan couldn't help but look at Agou next to the table - this guy was dragged over directly by Shirley. He was lying on the floor at this time, holding a vocabulary book with his paws and looking at the ugly skeleton very seriously.
The head is shaking from side to side.
Noticing the captain's gaze, Agou Jiling suddenly raised his head, and the ferocious bones all over his body crackled together.
"Purity? Holiness?" Duncan looked at the profound hound with strange eyes, "Even the original form of life?"
Agou was stunned: "...ah? What?"
"It's unimaginable," Duncan shook his head. "The world in the eyes of those Annihilation Cultists is probably completely different from that of ordinary people."
He just said it casually, but Shirley next to him immediately reacted: "Who knows how their brains grow? I'm not an Annihilation Cult."
"No one said you were." Duncan said calmly.
"Tsk, tsk, I don't dare to say anything else. The female cultist who ran away must be completely dead at this time," Shirley smacked her mouth and said, "She definitely died without a complete body."
Duncan hadn't thought about what would happen to the cultist who ran away, but when he heard Shirley's words, he couldn't help but be startled: "Why do you say that?"
"She was dragged to the deep sea by her symbiotic demon," Shirley explained casually. "The Annihilation Cult, tsk, these idiots usually worship the Holy Lord of the Deep Sea, and no matter how they tie the Deep Demon to themselves, they run away
After reaching the true depths of the deep, she will still be regarded as a human being - those uncontrolled demons only recognize the breath, and they will tear her alive."
"Will she be torn to pieces by other deep demons?" Duncan muttered, and then he couldn't help but think of what happened before, "Wait, but I remember that you and Agou used a similar method to escape - right in front of me
Now, you jumped into the chasm leading to the deep realm."
When mentioning this great achievement, Shirley couldn't help but look a little weird, but soon she waved her hand: "That's different, Agou will always try his best to protect me when he takes me running away, he will try to confuse me
My aura couldn't get through it, so it fought with other deep demons - so every time it used this trick to escape, it would be injured.
"Other deep demons are in another situation - just like the one you mentioned just now, they won't protect their masters. Right Agou?"
"That's the 'death bird'," Agou raised his head, and while responding to Shirley, he glanced at Duncan cautiously, "Ordinary deep demons do not take the initiative to protect their masters, they have no 'heart' at all, and annihilation
The believers only move together because they are restricted by the symbiosis contract. Once they reach the deep sea, they will immediately lose control and the cultist will be dead."
"So that's what happened," Duncan touched his chin and murmured thoughtfully, "No wonder the guy looked reluctant when he was dragged in..."
At this moment, Fanna, who had been staying by the side without speaking, seemed to finally be unable to bear it any longer. She moved a little closer to the long table: "Those heretics... besides trying to take you out of the cemetery, they also tried to take you out of the cemetery.
Is there any other action?"
Duncan looked up at Vanna, who quickly added: "Maybe it's a professional habit. I am very concerned about the purpose of those heretics. Just like Mr. Morris said just now, normal Annihilation cultists will not care about the flesh and blood of the world.
He is interested in his body, so the few believers who appeared in the cemetery are even more suspicious."
"What you said reminded me," Duncan touched his chin and said thoughtfully, "The body I occupied at that time had a very strange 'disintegration' phenomenon shortly after leaving the coffin.
The skin and muscles disintegrated and fell like dry soil, and the cultists seemed to have expected this..."
Fanna frowned slightly. She thought for a long time before she suddenly thought of something: "So, the key is the body you occupied at that time."
"you mean……"
"The Annihilation Cult is not interested in the flesh and blood of the earth - but what if that is not a 'flesh and blood body from the earth'?" Vanna raised her head and looked seriously into Duncan's eyes, "Even, it may not be at all.
What 'flesh and blood'."
Listening to Vanna's analysis, Duncan thought thoughtfully: "Oh... then this will be a bit fun."
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After a long absence, the Sea Mist finally returned to its home port.
On the edge of the secret island shrouded by ice floes, turbulence and fog, a steel battleship with a high bow is docked steadily at the end of the pier. Undead sailors are busy in the cold wind and mist, some of them are checking the status of the ship.
The other part is counting the cargo, or directing the crane on the shore to lift heavy cargo containers from the cabin to the shore.
The Sea Mist returned from the warm central waters. Although it did not bring back the news of victory this time, it did bring back gifts and specialties from far away - fine wine and souvenirs presented to the "Sea Mist Venture Capital Company" by the Prudential authorities.
There are also tobacco, cloth and handicrafts purchased at the captain's expense. These things are all good things for the cold and closed hidden island.
Although the undead have left the world of the living, they still have independent personalities and emotions. They also need a certain quality of life, entertainment and hobbies. In some respects, they even need these things more than living people.
Because their souls always feel cold and empty, they need the warm creations of the civilized world to fill those holes.
First Mate Aiden stood at the edge of the deck, carefully stuffing the fine tobacco from Pland into an ancient style short-handled pipe, lighting it with a lighter, holding the cigarette holder in his mouth and taking a deep breath comfortably.
Then I held my breath and exerted all my strength.
A dense cloud of smoke overflowed from the gaps in the collar, cuffs and chest pockets of his crew uniform, covering his entire upper body in a white smoke.
Aiden turned his neck, looked at the smoke surrounding him, and then opened his collar and took a look.
Smoke was still rising from the bullet hole in his chest.
"Warm tobacco can fill a hole in the soul - but a hole in the body is another thing, isn't it."
A hoarse and dark voice suddenly came from behind. Aiden turned his head and saw an old man with pale skin and a shriveled body standing on the edge of the deck. The old man was wearing a priest's robe. One side of his skull was sunken, and the corresponding half of the skull was sunken.
The body has a moist texture as if it has been soaked in sea water.
That was the ship's chaplain of the Seamist, Will.
After the old pastor finished chanting, he picked up the small bottle of wine and put it to his mouth, raised his head and took a sip.
A trickle of wine flowed from the side of his cheek, which was cracked due to the depression of his skull.
Aiden looked at the old pastor for a moment and suddenly said: "Let me teach you a trick? You can drink this bottle of wine for several days..."
"The technique doesn't work well," the old pastor shook his head. "The main reason is nausea, and the acidity starts from the third time."
Aiden shrugged, picked up the pipe and took another deep breath, then held his breath again, his whole body filled with smoke.
"Actually, there's nothing wrong with being an immortal. I can't play like this when I'm alive."
"...It's so nice to have a broad heart." The old pastor couldn't help but sigh.
(Thanks to Angry Bai Yinmeng, today is a double update~)