For the next minute, Tirian was immersed in the temporary confusion and dullness caused by the huge impact. His eyes were hard to focus, and there were countless noises surging in his mind. His mind was like a solitary boat heaving in the storm.
——But even so, his reason is still clear.
He knew that it was the spiritual flames that appeared in the darkness that protected his mind and prevented it from being contaminated by the power of the Holy Lord.
After a while, he gradually adjusted his breathing. Since he was not too mentally polluted, the illusion in his mind quickly faded away. At the same time, he also heard a steady voice coming from the other side.
Come: "It seems you have recovered."
Tirian raised his head and looked at the tall figure opposite the navigation table: "You were the one who 'pulled' me out just now..."
"You've been staring at it for too long. Vanna said you were falling into a nightmare," Duncan said calmly. "Fortunately, I have done some research on 'intervention in dreams' recently."
"Nightmare," Tirian subconsciously rubbed his eyebrows, "Did I look like I was in a nightmare just now..."
"It seems that you have had an unusual experience?" Duncan's tone was a little curious - he had indeed intervened in Tirian's spiritual world urgently just now, but it was different from what he usually saw after using the power of walking in the spirit world to enter other people's dreams.
He didn't "see" anything at all after his intervention this time. There was only darkness in Tirian's "nightmare". It seemed that the "source" that caused the nightmare had left before he intervened, which made him even more curious about what had just happened.
What.
"I... saw an existence that is indescribable in words," Tirian struggled to recall the scenes he had just seen, while carefully describing them. "I cannot tell its exact shape, and I dare not recall it.
All the details, but I suspect that is the Holy Lord Netherworld..."
Tirian told what he saw and heard in the darkness, and added many of his spiritual feelings in the middle, leaving no reservations except that he could not accurately recall the complete outline of the mountain-like shadow.
After listening to Tirian's story, Duncan immediately frowned: "You mean, the existence that is suspected of being the 'Holy Lord of the Netherworld', the only thing he said to you was to tell you to 'run quickly'?"
"Strictly speaking, it's the only sentence I can understand." Tirian spread his hands. "He seemed to tell me a lot, but they were all lost in the huge noise. Finally, he seemed to give up and said
I could barely hear the briefest word..."
Duncan thought thoughtfully: "It turns out that people can't hear the whispers of the ancient gods when their inspiration is too high..."
Tirian did not react for a moment: "Father, what did you say?"
"Ah, it's nothing, it has nothing to do with this matter," Duncan waved his hand and returned his attention to the matter in front of him. He thought about it for a moment, then turned to look at Vanna, "Do you think what Tirian encountered was Yousui?"
Holy Lord? Do you think He asked Tirian to 'run' out of protection?"
"Based on Captain Tirian's description and his own feelings, even if it is not the Holy Lord of the Deep, it is at least a heretic god," Vanna immediately replied, "But as for what the 'run' sound means.
Things...I'm sorry, Mr. Duncan, I dare not make any judgment."
After saying this, she paused, as if she felt that this answer was not responsible enough, and then added: "There has always been very little information about Holy Lord Yousui, and even the information held by the four major churches is limited. The current mainstream view is that Yousui
The Holy Lord is a huge single entity located in the center of the deep realm. He does not have the ability to move, nor does he actively project power into the real world. He cannot communicate, and it seems that he cannot think, just like..."
Vanna tapped her forehead, as if she was struggling with what words to use to describe such an existence. Duncan saw this and said casually: "Like a piece of slime mold sunk in the deep sea? It is alive, huge, but does not think about the inactive mold."
group?"
"...You are probably the only person in the world who describes the Holy Lord Netherworld as a slime mold," Vanna said with a strange expression, but she nodded lightly, "But it is indeed like what you said, if we learn from those demon souls and evil spirits,
The information tortured by the believers is correct. The Holy Lord of Netherworld is such a 'silent heretic god'. The only thing he does is to continuously differentiate more Netherworld demons from his body, or to kill those Netherworld demons who died in the battle.
The devil absorbs it."
Duncan couldn't help but rub his forehead: "...Why does this sound like a carpet tumor..."
The captain spoke in an incomprehensible "subspace dialect" again.
But Fanna was already familiar with this. She ignored the unintelligible vocabulary and let the topic continue naturally: "Generally speaking, Holy Lord Netherworld can actually be regarded as a relatively harmless heretic god, because He is at least
It has never shown a tendency to corrode the real world, but even so, it is still classified as an 'evil god' in the classification of the Four Gods Church."
"It has nothing to do with subjective consciousness. Is His existence itself a danger?"
"Yes - whether it is the Nether Demon that spawned from Him, or those insane Annihilation cultists who signed a contract with the Nether Demon, they are all the enemies of the civilized world."
Duncan didn't speak, but fell into thinking for a moment.
For some reason, what he was thinking about at this moment was the "black sun" supporting the false corona and dying in the flames.
But he just thought about it and did not make any judgment on the nature of Holy Lord Netherworld - the reason is very simple, there is insufficient evidence, and he will not jump to conclusions without personal contact with things.
Tirian rubbed his brows. The noise in his head had completely faded away. Now there was only a slight dizziness and fatigue as if he had stayed up for several nights. When Vanna told the information about the Holy Lord of the Underworld, he also had his own thoughts.
.
"Regardless of whether that 'run' was a sign of goodwill, one thing is certain. The situation on the Obsidian is obviously the result of being influenced by the power of the Holy Lord, and there are already Annihilation cultists active in the Frost City-State, and most of them are too.
It’s because of this incident,” Tirian said slowly, “If the impact I received just now is really related to my participation in that plan, then now even the Qianyuan Project is related to this incident——
After further reasoning, I think what we should pay most attention to now is probably the 'Dagger Island', which is the aftermath of the Abyss Plan half a century ago that continues to this day."
"The eighth 'Submersible No. 3'," Duncan said solemnly, "How much do you know about the situation on Dagger Island?"
"That place is now a military restricted area. Even with the power of the Sea Mist Fleet, there is no way to get close easily. The Lost Home should be able to forcefully land on the island due to its special characteristics, but it may not be easy to find the submersible in a short time.
After all, the island is very large and the research facilities are complex. The military personnel on the island may directly order their destruction in an emergency..."
The more Duncan listened, the more something was wrong. He quickly interrupted the pirate leader: "Stop, stop, stop, when did I say I was going to attack directly?"
Tirian was startled and immediately reacted: "I'm sorry, father, I thought..."
Duncan waved his hand, indicating that the other party did not need to explain: "Let's not talk about this anymore. Just tell me roughly what you know about Dagger Island. It may come in handy."
"Okay, about the island..."
…
Belazov looked seriously at the diving bell suspended in the center of the hall.
He has been in this research facility for two days, and during these two days, he spent half of the time in this hall, dealing with the diving bell.
He is not a professional researcher. He neither understands mechanical matters nor the significance of the series of physical and chemical tests that scholars have done on those samples. He stays here simply because he is attracted by this mysterious atmosphere.
The mechanical device with strange background arouses curiosity.
Irresistible curiosity.
As a Frostman who is less than forty years old, he has not experienced the major event half a century ago, but as one of the city-state's top officials, he at least knows about the Qianyuan Project from those confidential files.
Submersible No. 3 occupies the most important position in all files and is the most chilling part of the entire abyssal submersible plan.
It was rusty and filled with dirt both inside and outside. It hung on an iron hook like a piece of scrap metal and looked ordinary.
Professor Myerson stood next to the general and introduced the safety measures of this laboratory.
"...the bottom of the sling leads directly to the furnace. If an emergency occurs, the hook will be released in an instant, and the submersible will smash through the grille and fall into the furnace. If the submersible does not fall into the channel after the decoupling device is activated, a linkage mechanism
will be activated, and the entire chamber will be unhooked from the frame of the 'secret chamber' and dropped down a slide into a cave at the back of the bay - which is filled with nitroglycerin explosives."
"Where are the people in the lab?"
"We have thirty seconds to evacuate - and then the evacuation routes are locked," Professor Myerson said, "but if it's the worst case scenario... the person in charge, which is me, can also choose not to start the evacuation.
aisle."
Belazov nodded slightly and slowly came to the diving bell.
He looked at the round glass window covered with dirt and looked inside curiously.
Dirty dark red mud was surging slightly in the submersible. An eyeball-shaped object was stuck in front of the glass window, looking at Belazov through the gaps between the dirt.
After a long time, the general withdrew his gaze: "It's so dark inside, you can't see anything."
"Yes, we haven't opened its hatch yet," Professor Myerson nodded, "naturally we can't clean its interior."