He has escaped from the building eroded by the shadow of the warp, escaped from those terrible mirrors and burning flames, and has come to the gathering place watched and blessed by the Holy Lord. Now, his trustworthy compatriots surround him, swaying
The lights convey reassuring power, and the encouragement and care of like-minded people are dispelling all panic and tension little by little.
Nothing terrible seems to happen.
So, the man in a thick black coat took a long breath, then picked up the water glass that Duncan handed to him, preparing to moisten his throat that was a little dry from running all the way.
But as soon as he picked up the cup and saw the rippling water inside, he felt a little uncomfortable, and a vague uneasiness emerged from the bottom of his heart, so he put the cup back to its place.
Obviously, this was the "sequelae" of the terrible experience before. He felt that it was best not to touch the drink in the cup for at least a few hours - if it didn't work, he would find a straw later.
"So what happened?" The cultist with yellow hair and sinister face who had just handed over the water glass asked with concern, "What trouble did you encounter?"
Around the round table, other Annihilation cultists also turned their attention here, with curious and serious expressions on their faces.
"That dream... the dream of the Nameless One mentioned by the Evangelist at the End, has an intricate structure inside, and is protected by a barrier." The man in a black coat sighed, and said with lingering fear, "The entrance is not
There is no 'natural manifestation', and I don't know what the situation is like for other compatriots who are trying to enter. In short, my side is blocked, and even the remnants of the sun are blocked, but this is not the worst, the worst..."
The man stopped suddenly, glanced at the "comatriot" sitting next to him with some doubts, and frowned slightly: "Duncan, are you okay? I feel that you look very bad..."
"Me? I feel very good," the yellow-haired "Annihilation Cult" laughed, with a hint of hoarseness in his laughter, "I'm too nervous."
"You are indeed too nervous. Duncan's face has always been so sickly." Another person at the round table shook his head, "Let's go on, what is the worst thing - ordinary things will not make you
There was this reaction.”
"...Duncan Abnormar, the cursed ghost who returned from the subspace," the man in black said with lingering fear, "he intervened in the 'Dream of the Nameless One'."
There was an instant silence in the assembly hall, as if an invisible freezing wind blew through the place, making the air in the basement suddenly thick and stagnant.
In this sudden and unbearable silence, the man in black felt a heavy pressure, but he quickly adjusted his mood and continued: "First I met a very difficult psychiatrist.
The psychiatrist broke through the "psychology chamber" I specially set up, and then in the open area of the Dream of the Unknown, I met the more troublesome "Sea Witch" - things were actually not too bad up to this point.
Those sun remnants delayed the witch's actions, but suddenly, Duncan Abnomar appeared...
"That ghost messed up everything. Those sun remnants and their 'blood relatives' are completely vulnerable. The intelligence from the outside is wrong. Duncan Abnomar and the 'Sea Witch' are not hostile at all - they are in front of me. Communication and relationship are far more harmonious than outside speculation.
"Do you still remember the news from Frost? I even doubt... that the Homeless Fleet has never been disbanded at all. The Brilliant Star and the Sea Mist have been secretly executing the ghost's orders from beginning to end, and I am This time... I happened to break their secret. The ghost and his pair of children must also be paying attention to the 'Dream of the Unknown'..."
The man in black spoke quickly, his mind became more active than ever before, and the previous terrifying experiences began to be reorganized and connected in his mind, supplemented by various intelligence secretly spread through various channels in the recent period, and finally combined into a whole It was a very convincing logical chain, at least enough to convince him. In this statement, he felt that he had finally straightened out his messy thoughts - and understood everything.
However, a serious look from across the round table suddenly fell on him, interrupting the statement of the man in black.
"Wait a minute," the owner of that gaze spoke up. He was a majestic old man with gray hair, his eyes were as bright as a torch, and his deep voice contained a hint of the seriousness of a leader, "You mean, you encountered that person in the Dream of the Nameless One? Warp Shadow, and you have been targeted by it?"
"Yes...yes," the man in black felt nervous. Under the gaze of the "messenger", he instinctively felt a little afraid, but he still answered bravely, "He tracked me to the real world and tried to use the mirror to invade. My hiding place, but I found the pattern of his invasion of the real world and blocked those 'channels'..."
He said this quickly, and finally gradually felt the coldness in the eyes of the "messenger". His dull and numb mind responded, and he finally noticed - the noise that had been lingering in his mind, and the noise that had been lingering in his mind. Invisible things jumped and squirmed at the edge of the field of vision.
He stood up slowly, his muscles trembling slightly. He accidentally bumped into the "comatriot" sitting closest to him - the latter raised his head and gave him a friendly smile, but the smile was deep. There is an indescribable smell hidden there.
The man in black felt his heart tighten for no reason, and he hesitated and said nervously: "Duncan, you... why are your expressions even darker than before..."
The "Annihilation Cult" with withered and yellow hair and a sickly and sinister face sighed and shook his head with some regret.
"Annihilation Cults - From a certain perspective, your strange 'symbiosis ecology' actually has a natural resistance to me. Because the deep demon's perception is very keen and he does not have enough intelligence to weigh the pros and cons, so it only takes a short time. In time, these demons will collapse, and then the 'carrier' transformed from the materials you use will be damaged. In the best case, it can only take more than ten minutes..."
The "Annihilation Cult" known as "Duncan" spoke unhurriedly, and along with his words, a slight crackling sound came from all over his body, and a person was vaguely bound by chains. The dark shadow seemed to struggle and dissipate behind him, and his body was quickly covered with black cracks, disintegrating and scattering bit by bit.
Duncan slowly opened his hands. The deep demon that lived with this body had died, and the body gradually turned into ashes.
"But the good news is, even if the time is short, I still heard a lot of useful things."
The body was completely wiped out, and countless black ashes scattered silently in the flickering dim light.
The man in black looked at this scene in horror. In these brief seconds, he couldn't even tell whether it was fear, regret or anger that first came to his heart. Then, he suddenly reacted and looked up.
To the "messenger" sitting across the round table: "I am guilty——"
"You are guilty."
The gray-haired "messenger" said expressionlessly, raised his hand and pointed forward. In the darkness, a silent and invisible shadow suddenly appeared, and then disappeared silently into the assembly hall. In just such a short moment,
The "guilty" man in black had already lowered his head and slumped on the chair.
After a few more seconds, the body quickly spontaneously ignited, and the black flames instantly devoured his flesh and blood, emitting bursts of disgusting smell.
The cultists in the assembly hall watched all this silently, and no one made a sound. It was not until the burning black ashes completely collapsed that a tall figure hesitated to break the silence: "Messenger, we..."
The person known as the "Messenger" did not speak. The pale-haired cult leader just glanced at everyone in the room calmly, then stood up expressionlessly, went to close the entrance to the assembly venue, and locked the emergency evacuation.
He used the secret door, and then whispered a blessing in front of the two doors - the dark thorns grew rapidly during his prayers, and sealed the door in the blink of an eye.
When the thin cultist who was responsible for leading the visitors saw this, he immediately stood up: "Messenger! What are you..."
"Duncan is one of our earliest members," the cult leader said calmly, his eyes scanning the two piles of black ashes beside the round table, "When do you think he was 'transformed'?"
The Annihilation cultists in the room looked at each other in shock, and finally reacted one by one, with expressions of horror after enlightenment on their faces.
"He is among us," the messenger returned to the round table, looked at the believers gathered here, and said slowly, "any moment, any person, any face - he has come in."
"What should we do?" Someone at the round table asked.
"From now on, do not discuss the secrets of our Lord, do not exchange information about the Order - as mortals, we are unable to contend with the shadow of the warp, but the Lord will still witness our courage and tenacity, and we will not
Reveal any information to that ghost, no matter what kind of intimidation and bewitchment he wants to exert here..."
"The Messenger" said slowly, then he opened his hands and continued to speak solemnly like a sermon——
"I will find a way to pass on the information about the subspace ghost, including his invasion method and bewitching power. At the same time, I will stay here with you. As you can see, I have blocked everything here.
channel.
"Believers, the time to prove your loyalty to the Lord has come. Let us pray - in the deep kingdom, the Lord's blessing will make our souls eternal, and all the suffering today will be paid for in that eternal kingdom.