Obviously, Morris had already ignited a burning passion for exploring the truth at this time - in the eyes of this old gentleman, those cultists who are feared by ordinary people may have become piles of walking papers and materials.
"Then the only problem is how to get those Annihilation cultists who have entered the Dream of the Nameless One out of the real world." Fanna looked at the energetic old man beside her and quietly moved a little to the side, "I will do it tomorrow.
Contact the church to see if we can strengthen the monitoring and hunting of Annihilation cultists in various city-states - they have to frequently enter the Dream of the Nameless One, and have unified command and intelligence exchange, so they will definitely be more active than usual."
Morris also nodded: "I will also remind the college...although they probably don't need to remind them."
They were discussing the plan to find those cultists in the real world, and at this moment, Lucretia, who had been thinking about the problem quietly, suddenly raised her head and looked at Shirley and Agou: "What if it is
In the Dream of the Nameless One, can you still find the cultist from last time?"
"That also depends on whether it happens to be nearby, and whether the other party has the courage to enter the dream of the unknown again," Agou shook his head, "And last time Shirley and I severely injured the Annihilation Cultist, although the damage was not
His body in the real world will be restored, but his spirit will not recover in a short period of time."
Lucretia listened and nodded thoughtfully, not knowing what she was thinking.
Outside the window, the sun has gradually sunk behind the buildings on the edge of the block, and the remaining crimson glow is spreading along the rows of rooftops. There is also golden "sunlight" spreading from the distant sea, mixed with the gradually dimming sunset.
middle.
Nina suddenly raised her head, looked at the darkening sky outside the window, and whispered: "It's getting dark again..."
Her soft words interrupted Duncan's thinking. The latter got up from the sofa, walked to the window, and quietly stared at the street outside the window.
The "Knowledge Guards" of the Academy of Truth are already preparing for the handover work when day and night alternate. In front of the security post on the corner of the street, a group of guards are talking with the security guard.
The number of defenders today has doubled compared to the past, and among them are higher-ranking priests with significantly better equipment. These may be elite forces drawn from the central university of the city-state.
A propaganda truck drove by on the road, urging citizens to end their outdoor activities as soon as possible and return home before the gas lights came on. Tonight's curfew will start one hour earlier - the radio repeatedly reminded citizens that if there is no time to rush home,
They should go to the nearest Guardian Post for help immediately, and the college will arrange personnel and vehicles to escort them home as soon as possible.
Further down the block, the towering spire bell tower is bathed in the alternating sunlight and sunset. The golden-red brilliance seems to have covered the bell tower with a crystal-like coating. The huge steam pipes extending from the two wings of the bell tower are emitting traces of smoke.
The wisps of white mist are preheating for ringing the "twilight bell".
The city-state authorities and the college did not declare any emergency - but in the eyes of those who knew everything, the change in the atmosphere could already be recognized in many details.
"They are preparing for tonight," Vanna also walked over and whispered beside Duncan, "Although there is no evidence to prove that the dream of the unknown will appear again tonight..."
"I don't know what kind of preparations they have made, and I don't know if their preparations can really be effective." Duncan shook his head slightly, "So far we still know nothing about the operating mechanism of that 'dream'.
I only know that it may be related to some 'characteristics' of the entire elven group, and we can't help them in this regard."
"We all have many problems of our own that need to be solved," Vanna said in a serious tone. "If the dream of the Nameless One appears again, we don't know what will happen - we may be scattered and involved in the dream again, and may appear in and
In a different place before, you may encounter enemies, or you may directly enter dangerous areas called 'erosion zones'."
Duncan didn't speak. He slowly turned around and scanned the living room.
Others had gathered together, and many eyes were falling on him.
After a brief pause, Duncan stretched out his hand and opened his palm upward——
The green flames surged around him, turning his body into an illusory spirit body cast by flames. His eyes focused on the palm of his hand, and the spiritual fire gathered there and gradually turned into a cluster.
The brightest and most active flame.
Duncan held up this weightless flame, and with a slight crackling sound, his voice reached everyone's ears: "Come here and touch this flame."
Everyone in the living room immediately had different reactions - the most common ones were inevitable shock and hesitation.
Of course they are no strangers to the captain's flame, and in fact, they have been exposed to this spiritual fire more than once and to varying degrees, but "instinct" is an irresistible and weird and wonderful thing.
The extraordinarily lively and bright flames were somewhat different from the "mild" flames they usually saw on the Lost Home. It was these differences that made them subconsciously nervous.
But Nina was the first to come over, with even a look of expectation on her face - she raised her head and looked at her "Uncle Duncan" with the same bright smile on her face as usual.
Then she stretched out her hand and lightly touched the flame in Duncan's palm with her index finger.
Wisps of flames wrapped around her fingertips like water, and then disappeared quietly.
"It's hot," Nina laughed, turning to wave to Shirley, "It's your turn!"
"I know, I know..." Shirley muttered, taking two steps forward with a little hesitation, extending her hand and mumbling, "The captain won't hurt me anyway..."
Duncan nodded to Shirley with a gentle expression, and then reminded: "Agou needs it too."
Agou, who was about to turn around and walk away, suddenly became excited. He raised his head and looked at the flames. His blood-red eyes seemed to be filled with materialized fear: "I... I don't need to..."
"Need," Duncan looked at the profound demon seriously, "Don't worry, this is just a harmless temporary mark. As long as there is no order from me, the flame will not cause any harm to you."
Agou was obviously still a little confused: "I..."
Duncan didn't wait for the dog to finish speaking. He turned over his hand and pressed it on the dog's head, rubbing hard on the rugged and hard skull.
The green flames were initiated in the head, flickering and flowing through the skeletal body of the Deep Hound.
Agou's whole body trembled for a moment, and he only had time to exclaim: "Oh, fuck..."
Duncan ignored this guy and raised his head to look at the others.
Vanna and Morris also came over. They each recited the prayers of the gods they believed in, and then touched the flame in the captain's hand with serious expressions.
Now, there is only one person left at the scene.
"Lucy," Duncan looked calmly at the "Sea Witch" not far away, "Don't worry, this is just a special 'mark' - if the dream of the Nameless One appears again, the power in the mark may be able to help
It’s your business.”
"I know," Lucretia said softly, with a complicated look in her eyes. She raised her head and looked at her father's spiritual body standing in the flames, as well as the cluster of bright and beating flames. After a few days,
After a few seconds, she finally stepped forward and slowly extended her hand to Duncan, "...Is this the power of subspace?"
Duncan looked at her calmly: "This is my power."
Lucretia took a deep breath, then stepped forward and touched the flame.
There was no pain, no burning, no expected erosion or negative mental disturbance - she only felt a peaceful heat, warm and reassuring.
The green firelight flashed in Lucretia's eyes.
Then the "Sea Witch" turned around, quickly came to the corner of the room, picked up the huge rabbit doll and returned to Duncan.
The rabbit doll, which had been pretending to be dead for a long time, finally made some movement. It twisted vigorously in Lucretia's hands, and the little girl's horrified voice came from the cotton-filled body: "Mistress, what are you going to do! Rabbi
It’s just a rabbit! The rabbi is just a…”
"Quiet," Lucretia pinched the rabbit doll's back hard, making the scary and weird rag doll instantly quiet, and then stretched it forward, "Dad, give the Rabbi a mark."
Duncan didn't react at first. When he saw Lucretia bringing the stuffed rabbit over, he was curious about the reason why the other party did this. Only then did he vaguely think of something: "This is... you want to
Bring this doll into the Dream of the Nameless One?"
"Rabbi can move in dreams - he can dream," Lucretia said. "I want to try to see if when the dream of the Nameless One expands, it will also be involved in the dream. The bright stars before
The ship stayed at the port, and Rabbi said it didn't notice anything unusual in the city at all. That may be because the port is too far away from the central area where the dream broke out, or Rabbi was too little affected by your power."
The rabbit doll struggled again and made a small voice: "If I had known, the rabbi wouldn't have come..."
Lucretia raised her hand and pressed the rabbit's face into Duncan's hand.
Duncan: "..."
He suddenly felt as if he had turned into a buffed wooden pile... This seemed to be different from what he had originally planned?
But no matter what, he successfully completed the preparations before entering the dream. Next... he just had to wait to see if the dream of the Nameless Man would really happen again tonight, and to verify many of his conjectures and plans in the dream.
At this moment, footsteps came from the direction of the living room door, and Alice and Rooney appeared in Duncan's sight pushing the dining cart.
"It's dinner time!" Alice said happily, as if she didn't notice the atmosphere in the living room at all. "Want to eat in the restaurant, or just in the living room?"