Everywhere on this ship carries the colors of memories - but the longer he stayed on the ship, Tirian also realized that there were still many things here that were different from what he remembered.
For example, objects that seem to be alive and can run around on the ship.
For example, the spiritual sail has lost its entity and floats on the mast like yarn or mist.
For example, the strange first mate in the captain's cabin - a strange sculpture called "goat head" by his father.
He sat across from the navigation table, looking at the specious things in the room. Many things could still be found in his memory, but with many mottled traces. His father sat opposite, talking to himself about what happened in the Church of the Deep Sea and the Lost Homeland.
Regarding the matters between the two numbers, the inquisitor lady from Purland sat beside her father and supplemented her information from time to time.
Things changed completely beyond his expectation.
"A... secret envoy," the big pirate repeated the words Vanna had just used in a strange tone, with a rather subtle expression on his face, "the church's actions... are more powerful than I imagined."
"To be honest, this surprised me at first," Duncan said with a smile. "The pope is...an unpredictable person. I don't know how much of her words are sincere and how much of them are false.
Out of the interests of the church and the instructions of the Storm Goddess Gemona, but in any case, the development of this matter is in line with my thoughts - I really need a bridge that can communicate with the Four Gods Church, and someone who is good at dealing with cultists.
helper."
"Dealing with the cultists..." Tirian showed a thoughtful expression, "I still remember you mentioned those Annihilation Cultists and the clues found on the Obsidian..."
"That's why I asked you to come," Duncan nodded slightly, then took out the tobacco box from his body, opened the lid and presented the contents in front of Tirian, "This is what I learned from the depths of the Obsidian.
The clue found - the flesh and blood of Holy Lord Netherworld."
Tirian held his breath and concentrated. Although he knew that there should be no danger with his father present, he still couldn't help but feel a little nervous the moment the box was opened, and then he saw the piece of "meat" that was only the size of a thumb.
piece".
An indescribable feeling of fear and rejection surged into my heart almost instantly, just like the instinctive hairs that stand on end when an unarmed person suddenly encounters a beast on a narrow road. The piece of meat was just lying lifelessly in the iron box.
, he still felt as if he was being stared at by some kind of living being with great power and great will!
Tirian looked away almost instantly. When he reacted, he realized that cold sweat was already flowing down his forehead.
"Are you okay?" Duncan noticed the other person's condition and frowned slightly, "Why is your reaction bigger than Morris and Vanna?"
Tirian was shocked and subconsciously said: "They didn't react so much?"
"We feel conflict and danger, but it's not so violent..." Fanna said immediately, "What did you feel just now?"
Tirian confessed his feelings in that moment, and then looked at the piece of flesh and blood with a frown on his face, and many thoughts came to his mind.
"I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always felt that this thing... was staring at me just now," he said, "as if it was still alive... or something 'behind' it was looking at me."
Duncan and Vanna immediately looked at each other.
It was indeed the right thing to bring Tirian here - without actual contact, some detailed clues would be difficult to surface.
This piece of flesh and blood, which is suspected to be a fragment of the Holy Lord, has a special reaction to Tirian's approach and gaze!
"Is it because you participated in the Qianyuan Project back then?" Duncan thought for a moment and expressed his guess - the Qianyuan Project. This was the biggest special feature of Tirian in this incident that he could think of.
Tirian didn't speak for a while. He recalled and pondered for a few seconds before raising his head: "Can you confirm that the Obsidian has really been to the Frost Deep Sea?"
"No, because there is no direct evidence, but my intuition tells me that it returned from there," Duncan said calmly, "The features on the ship are too similar to the 'replica' you described."
Tirian didn't speak for a while, but just stared at the small black iron box on the table, seeming to be hesitating and weighing. After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly said: "Can you let me take a look at it again?"
"Are you sure?" Duncan looked into Tirian's eyes, "This may be a bit dangerous - if it is really the Abyss Project that caused you to establish contact with this thing, then every time you come into contact with it, it will strengthen the relationship between you and this thing.
kind of connection.”
Tirian was silent for two seconds, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face: "...Things on your ship shouldn't deteriorate to the worst, right?"
"...If something really escapes, I will get rid of it," Duncan nodded slightly and pushed the small iron box that he had just taken back in front of Tirian. "Proceed with caution and call the police immediately if there is any situation."
Tirian nodded, took a breath, and once again turned his attention to the piece of flesh and blood from the Holy Lord Netherworld.
Almost in the blink of an eye, that feeling of resistance and tension came to mind again, and the feeling of being watched from afar by a majestic being also hit his perception hard, and the connection established by the extraordinary power washed over his mind like a stormy wave.
His mind and his own survival instinct made Tirian almost close his eyes instantly.
But this time, he forcibly fought against his instinct, without looking away or taking the initiative to interrupt, fighting against the will that emerged in his mind.
And it was during this long period of persistence that he finally confirmed what he had vaguely felt just now——
The will and power coming from this "Holy Lord's flesh and blood"... turned out to be without any malicious intent.
All the fear, danger, and resistance he felt were only due to the natural shock caused by the majestic power. The sight hidden on the other side of the flesh and blood... was actually just a pale gaze.
Tirian was moved in his heart and raised his head, ready to tell his father what he had discovered.
However, the next second, he found himself surrounded by darkness and chaos - the familiar cabin and the figures in the room had disappeared from sight at some point.
He stood up in shock, instinctively wanting to pick up a weapon, but then realized that he was unarmed. He looked around cautiously, trying to see things clearly in this dark chaos, but found that his vision seemed to be covered.
There is a layer of darkness, even if you put your hands in front of your eyes, you can only see a hazy outline.
It is a strong mental interference, and my consciousness is being guided and disturbed by something.
But still no malice was felt.
Tirian stood a little confused in the darkness. Suddenly, he seemed to hear something.
There was rustling movement behind him, something huge was moving, and a slightly cold breath came close to the back of his neck.
Tirian's heart suddenly tightened and he turned his head suddenly.
A huge, strange limb that was dark brown with light blue lines extended in front of him in the darkness.
The limb looks like a tentacle, but it has an astonishing length of hundreds of meters. It rises like a soft pillar in the darkness. The irregular protrusion at the end of the tentacle has reached less than one meter in front of Tirian, and this limb is far away.
In the direction where the tentacles extend, larger and more indescribable structures are emerging from the darkness little by little!
It seemed to be a mountain, a city, a chaotic thing that could make mortals go crazy in an instant. It should hardly be shaped by the real world, nor could it be the creation of any god under rational circumstances. It seemed like something from
The mollusk of the deep sea is like a hybrid structure of a starfish and a squid, but in the next second, its smoke-like body surface surges, giving birth to countless tentacles, hands and feet, eyes and mouthpieces, and
All this is ever-changing.
In this brief moment, Tirian's eyes almost widened to the limit, and turbulent thoughts roared in his mind. He didn't know if he felt fear now, and even temporarily lost the ability to judge his own emotions. He just watched helplessly.
The tentacles extending over him were swaying slightly in front of him, as if he wanted to communicate with himself and convey some information to himself, but he simply couldn't understand the various roars mixed in the information of the mountains and tsunamis.
Eyes opened on the surface of the tentacle, many, many eyes. Tirian looked at those eyes. Suddenly, he seemed to finally "hear" something from those eyes and the huge mountain-like "body" in the distance.
a comprehensible message——
"...Run quickly."
"boom!"
A terrifying roar suddenly exploded in his mind, as if some huge repulsive force was forcefully tearing his spirit apart and throwing him back into the real world. Tirian almost lost consciousness in an instant, but just when he thought his soul was about to
As the boundless darkness and chaos fell apart, a faint green fire suddenly appeared in his field of vision.
The flame roared in and enveloped him.
All horrific images were eliminated in the flames.
Before he could react, those terrifying "phantoms" and sounds had dissipated like a dream - and he was back in the captain's cabin of the Lost Home.