In his last waking moments, Belazov saw the figure standing on the edge of the wreckage.
The tall, thin and slightly pale face of the other party was reflected in his pupils. Also entering his sight were the dark chains floating in the air, and the deep demon at the end of the chains - the "Smoke Jellyfish".
After a brief period of astonishment, Belazov finally recalled the scenes - he recalled this figure, recalled the scenes that had always been shielded from consciousness, and he remembered that when he set foot on Dagger Island
, this tall and thin heretic was standing on the shore. When he entered the "secret room", the other party was walking beside him. When he returned to the Haiyan, the other party was standing in the cabin...
Belazov's eyes widened, and the burnt skin on his face seemed to be making a cracking sound. He wanted to rebuke and speak, but he could only make a low hissing sound from his chest. At the same time,
, the tall and thin figure with a pale face finally lowered his head, looking down at the dying general.
"I admit that I was negligent," the tall, thin, pale man said lightly, with almost no emotion in his tone, as if he was not talking to anyone, but talking to himself to a piece of rotten wood, "When you are here
When walking around the ship, I just thought you were checking the status of various posts - General Belazov, I must admit that your acting skills are very good."
Belazov just stared at the opponent, anger boiling in his chest, but he could no longer drive this once strong body.
"What a pity, you are almost going to become an 'envoy'," the tall and thin man shook his head regretfully, "bringing the glory of the Holy Lord into the city, and rescuing the mortals who are suffering from filth from their bodies.
Let the first piece of paradise come to this dirty and distorted 'reality'. Such a glorious opportunity, but you wasted it in vain...it's just the last little journey."
"Heresy..." Belazov finally squeezed out a little sound from his chest, and his teeth and bones creaked from the friction, "You... don't even think about getting involved..."
"Save some strength, general," the tall and thin man took a step forward, looking down at the dying man lying in the center of the wreckage, "accept your death with peace of mind. The blessing of the Holy Lord will bring your pathetic body back to life.
——You have wasted the opportunity to become a messenger, but the tolerant Holy Lord still will not give up your suffering soul..."
Accompanied by this whisper that seemed to have bewitching power, the tall and thin man slowly stretched out his right hand forward, and the smoke jellyfish floating behind him also rose, squirmed, and was gradually released from the gauze-like body.
An increasingly obvious red glow appeared, and Belazov's gradually darkening pupils reflected this bloody glow, while his body gradually fell into coldness - his consciousness seemed to have completely dissipated, and he no longer reacted to the outside world at all.
"It took a lot of effort," the tall and thin man shook his head, and there was finally some emotion in his tone, "Damn it, if it wasn't for that queen...sigh."
There was a sticky and weird crawling and sliding sound, and the surging seawater around the wreckage began to form abnormal black foam. In the foam, there was a weird mud-like substance gradually rising up, and moving towards Belazov little by little.
The direction of the remains spreads past.
However, just a second before those mud-like substances were about to touch the body, they stopped abruptly.
Even the surrounding seawater seemed to be frozen and stagnant.
The tall and thin man looked at this scene in astonishment, and subconsciously communicated with the "Smoke Jellyfish" again, trying to use the power of the deep magic spell to complete the next ritual. However, the next second, he saw the unresponsive general suddenly faintly
Moved.
"Your vitality is really tenacious," the tall and thin man couldn't help but frown, "Isn't it good to accept your fate calmly, General Duncan?"
"No," the burly body lying in the center of the wreckage, almost burned to char, opened his eyes again, calmly staring at the Annihilation cultist who coexisted with the deep demon, "Continue to say, 'If it weren't for that Queen,' what followed was
What?"
The tall, thin man blinked.
Something's wrong!
He didn't know what happened, but at this moment, all his instincts suddenly jumped violently, and a terrible sense of crisis permeated his mind as if overflowing from his soul. He stared at the man who had reopened his eyes.
The body with eyes instinctively wanted to retreat, but found that its legs refused to carry out this order for a while!
And then, the tall and thin man finally noticed the strange changes in General Duncan - his breathing was steady and strong, his voice was low and calm, and his eyes were full of life. This man who was dying a moment ago seemed to have recovered at this moment.
All the vitality!
The general even sat up!
"'If it's not the Queen', what's behind it?" Duncan stood up slowly. The tall height of this body allowed him to even look down at the cultist opposite. He stared into the other person's eyes, his tone was serious and calm, "What you said
Queen, you mean the Frost Queen ‘Lei Nora’?”
As he spoke, he looked behind the cultist and looked at the smoke jellyfish floating in the air.
The jellyfish has already begun to react.
The Deep Demon can sense things that mortals cannot. Even though the cloud of smoke and dust doesn't even have facial features, it can obviously "see" the truth inside this charred body. Now it is trembling, and the trembling is getting stronger and stronger.
, and strands of black shadow have escaped from its edge, gradually opening the passage between the deep sea and the real world.
Duncan couldn't help but sigh in his heart: If there hadn't been this dark demon, it would have been easier for him to get some information by continuing to pretend to be a dying general.
"Who are you?!" Of course the Annihilation cultist also reacted. The intense sense of disobedience and the constant danger signals sent by the symbiotic demon were enough to make him realize the seriousness of the matter. Even if he couldn't figure out what happened, he still
I am sure that the body in front of me is no longer the original soul, "If I am just passing by, then I have no intention of conflict with you..."
"Are you starting to be polite?" Duncan raised his eyebrows, feeling that the cultist in front of him was smarter than the two he saw in the cemetery, "Then why don't you tell me what plans you and your compatriots have?
What does what you are about to do have to do with the 'Frost Queen'?"
As he spoke, he suddenly looked up at the "smoke jellyfish" floating in the air: "Don't run away."
The smoke jellyfish suddenly trembled violently, and the black cracks that spread around it fell apart in the blink of an eye, making a harsh tearing sound.
The Deep Demon is chaotic and irrational, but driven by instinct, he seems to be able to "understand advice."
Only then did the tall and thin man realize the fact that his symbiotic demon had just tried to open the deep passage. A belated fear gripped his mind, but he had no time to care about communicating with his symbiotic demon at the moment - because
The "outsider" who occupied the general's body was casting a calm but cold gaze.
"I... am just a nobody," he raised his head, looked into Duncan's eyes, and seemed to be trying to squeeze out a smile, "I don't know the whole plan, you..."
"Then who knows the whole plan?" Duncan said expressionlessly, "Where are they hiding?"
"My compatriots... they..." the tall and thin man spread his hands with a half-smile expression on his face, "they will be honored because of me——"
Duncan suddenly frowned, and before he could react, a violent surge of energy suddenly came from the cultist's body. The next second, his entire body suddenly expanded as if it was inflated, and instantly exploded.
A ball of fire!
Duncan only had time to raise his hand, and the green flames turned into a curtain, blocking and transforming the oncoming fire and impact. When the explosion dissipated, the surrounding sea gradually returned to calm, and the cultist had long been wiped out.
There is only a dissipating black smoke left in the air - that is the smoke jellyfish that quickly disintegrated and disappeared after losing the symbiosis medium.
Duncan stared at this scene dumbfounded. It took him a long time to react, but he could only look at some fragments floating near the wreckage and sighed: "These evil guys are really tough... Hey, if you don't have a brain, you won't believe in a evil cult."
."
As he spoke, he shook his head.
The cultist had been blown to pieces, and there was no point in regretting it. However, even though he couldn't get any more clues from the other party, he had already obtained a lot of useful information by "possessing" him.
The most useful piece of information was undoubtedly the last mention of "Queen".
It sounds like the Frost Queen who died in the rebellion half a century ago... caused great trouble to those cultists in their actions? This trouble continues to this day, so much so that they have to spend more time during their actions.
A lot of effort?
Duncan raised his hand to rub his chin and raised his gaze thoughtfully.
The night was deep, and the pale light of World Creation slightly illuminated the sea in the distance. At the end of the sea, you could see the lights on the coast of the city-state.
I don’t know where the dagger island is, but it’s obviously not far from the main Frost Island.
Let's use this body to get rid of the frost - it looks a bit miserable, but at least it won't melt away on its own like the previous one.
Duncan exhaled and walked towards the edge of the wreckage. At the same time, he called Ai in his heart, preparing to let him take him to the coast not far away.
However, the next second, his movements suddenly stopped.