It is spacious and gorgeous, and the roof and walls are decorated with many reliefs related to the Holy Lord. In the patterned assembly hall, a deformed thing called a "saint" is standing silently on the high platform.
The "crown" made of pitch-black bones intertwined stands on a high platform. Between the nerves and blood vessels at the bottom of the crown are half-opened and half-closed eyes. The chilling brain lies in the center of the crown of bones.
Occasionally it makes a low, vague sound while squirming.
The lower-level priests and ordinary believers in the hall remained quiet, standing cautiously and nervously in the corners. They kept a distance from the high platform in the center, and did not even dare to look directly at the dormant eye stalks of the saints, a kind of
A low and depressing atmosphere enveloped the place, and even the air seemed to be frozen.
Everyone knows that the Saints are in a bad mood - and this bad mood is obviously related to the sudden end of the recent operation.
Of course, the order to terminate the operation was issued by the saint himself, but it was obvious that this was not the result that this gentleman wanted to see - the direction should not be like this.
This silence and depression lasted for an unknown period of time, and a voice suddenly appeared in the ears of every lower-level priest and ordinary believer: "Get out."
Everyone seemed to have received an amnesty - in almost the blink of an eye, the Annihilation cultists gathered in the hall left the assembly hall through various doors, leaving only the upper-level priests next to the high platform.
"Saint," a top-level priest wearing a black coat and meticulously combed gray hair turned to the high platform and broke the silence, "We have received news from Moko and Siproud that various city-states have fallen into lethargy and
The dissipated elves have gradually recovered."
"...The entrance to the dream has disappeared, and the Dream Skull no longer responds to 'blood food'," another upper-level priest then said, "Judging from the current situation, the dream of the Nameless One has probably completely disappeared -
But until now, the followers of the sun have not contacted us."
"They will no longer contact us," the response finally came from the Skeleton Crown on the high platform, "The descendants of the Sun who led this operation have died. This loss is enough to plunge those followers into a long-lasting chaos... Loss
Without the 'scions' as the core, this branch that cooperates with us will die out soon."
There was an instant commotion among the upper-level priests around the high platform. After a brief period of astonishment, the gray-haired priest finally couldn't help but speak: "The heir of the sun has fallen?! How did it die? It was something deep in the dream...
"
"I don't know, I only saw its brilliance suddenly extinguished at the end of its destiny, and a large shadow spread from the place where it was extinguished, and until now, this shadow is still spreading towards us."
The upper-level priests suddenly looked at each other. After a moment of silence, one of them hesitated and said: "You mean... after the death of the son of the sun, the shadow that killed him is still chasing us?"
"There is a gloom hanging over our destiny," the saint said slowly, "and it has not dissipated to this day."
"We are now far away from all city-states and major shipping routes," another upper-level priest said hesitantly, "and we have also successfully avoided the border patrol fleets of the four major churches..."
Immediately, another priest next to him spoke: "Those four-god lackeys don't know what they are doing recently. They have concentrated a large number of fleets near the eastern border, which has led to the patrol force in other border waters being weakened a lot. We passed very smoothly, it should be very easy."
We can return to the 'Holy Land' soon..."
Other priests echoed: "The 'Holy Land' is shrouded in thick fog at the border, and with the blessing of the 'Lord' there, even the four gods' lackeys' patrolling arks cannot break through..."
The upper-level priests spoke one after another, but the "saints" on the high platform remained silent. Gradually, the voices around the high platform became quiet, and the priests wisely closed their mouths.
"'He' is coming."
After an unknown amount of time, the saint's deep voice suddenly reached everyone's ears.
Along with these few short words, it seemed as if an invisible cold wind suddenly blew through the entire hall - the wind carried an almost contagious fear and terror, making those whose hearts were as cold and hard as black iron.
The Annihilation Priest suddenly trembled subconsciously.
A high-ranking priest understood the saint's meaning almost instantly: "You mean... the ghost that returned from the subspace..."
"How is it possible?! We haven't had any dealings with 'his' followers at all since then..." Another priest said in a voiceless voice, "We evacuated the Nameless Man's Dream before there were any bigger changes.
I should have cut off contact with 'him' long ago..."
The saint did not respond to the cowardly and incompetent voices around him that were full of nervousness and fear. He just slowly raised the eye stalks around him, and at the ends of those wriggling tentacles, his eyeballs looked around the hall.
, and seemed to be looking around the entire ship through the walls of the hall.
The haze of fate was reflected in his deformed and swollen eyeballs. Green flames burned in the shadows and gradually appeared on the sea surface in the near future. He saw death and fear approaching - in the near future,
Most of the people on this ship will die.
As for the other part, the fate is even more miserable than death.
He has already smelled the smell of blood boiling in the flames in advance and heard the screams that will sound soon - but what is more desperate than the impending deaths is that the shadow will continue to spread on this route, and this ship
It's not the end, it's just a transit of the spreading shadow.
The saint slowly retracted his eye stalks.
In the foreseeable and limited future, he has made many choices carefully, and these choices have successfully allowed him to gain increasingly powerful power, making this ship a symbol of the will of the "Lord", but this time,
He found that no matter what he chose, the haze would always follow his fate.
No matter whether it is to end the actions in the Dream of the Nameless One in advance, change the course of this "holy ship", or isolate the atmosphere of the entire ship, it cannot escape the terrifying future.
The shadow surrounded him, surrounded everyone, and even... seemed to be already on this ship.
Already on this ship?
In the skeletal crown on the high platform, the swollen and squirming brain suddenly stood still for a moment, and then the biological tissue around it gradually expanded.
With the sudden realization that flashed through his heart, the saint noticed that the ubiquitous shadows began to weaken, and on the sea not far away, the green flames emerging from the darkness seemed to be gradually dissipating.
"...I caught you." He muttered softly.
A high-ranking priest reacted instantly: "What did you find?"
"...Go and bring all those who have entered the Dream of the Nameless One into the hall," the saint said slowly, and at the same time, part of his eyeballs observed the haze permeating the ship and the breath of death from the future.
It is continuing to weaken, "especially the one who has been in contact with the girl who traveled with the Dark Hound...Richard, yes, bring him here...don't startle him, don't arouse his alertness, and guide him here slowly."
"
The haze in the hall completely subsided, the aura of death coming from everywhere on the ship weakened sharply, and not long after, the green flames returned to the shadows on the sea.
The shadow was indeed on the boat, and I once again sensed that tiny "turning point" in my destiny - the right choice, the good result.
A high-ranking priest quickly left the assembly hall and went to carry out the saint's order.
Then the saint on the high platform was silent for a moment, and then ordered: "Also, let the boat stop."
The haze in his fate temporarily dissipated, but a strange uneasiness still lingered in his heart. It seemed that things would not end so simply. The ghost returning from subspace... might not be so easy to get rid of.
Driven by the necessary caution, the saint decided to stay on this sea for the time being. Before the hidden dangers were completely eliminated, the ship could not be allowed to continue approaching the Holy Land...
A minute later, Richard woke up from a brief and confusing nightmare.
There was a cold wind blowing across his neck from nowhere, and an inaudible, small whisper came from the corner of the room. The nightmare situation had disappeared from his mind, and he could not remember what he had just said.
As for what I was dreaming about, I just feel a kind of hangover-like heart palpitations that are slowly dissipating and lingering in my heart. As time goes by, it gradually turns into a hazy impression.
"She's coming to visit..."
A vague voice sounded, as if it came from his mind.
Richard sat up straight from the bed.
Small, fuzzy whispers came from every corner of the room, and the light swayed on the wall not far away, casting many strange and mottled shadows that looked like criss-crossing mycelium, or an invisible spider web.
It's covering the entire cabin.
"It's time to greet the mistress...cute doll..."
The small voice whispered again.
Richard blinked slowly, and the paralysis and slowness in his mind seemed to gradually subside. He left the bed and slowly walked to the locker nearby. After opening the locker, he rummaged inside for a while and finally found what he needed.
s things.
It was a large roll of paper and several pencils.
These are the materials used in daily practice of tracing runes.
After looking at these things quietly for a few seconds, a smile finally appeared on Richard's face. He came to the bed with a pen and paper in his arms, and without hesitation threw his bedding on the ground next to him, directly throwing it on the bed.
The large roll of paper was spread on the flat bed.
"They are coming for you...don't waste time."
Richard softly repeated the whispers in his head, with a smile on his lips, leaning down with a pencil in his hand, and sketching skillfully.
The beautiful face of a lady appeared in his mind and gradually fell onto the paper.