Deep Sea Embers

Richard believed that at least for this second, half of the people in the entire assembly hall were just like him before, unable to react.

The other half of the people have already roughly heard about this matter.

The skeletal "crown" on the high platform made a clicking sound again. The brain in the crown's cage expanded and contracted, projecting thoughts into the minds of every believer present:

"Yes, she did use brute force to use the Dark Hound as a weapon. This behavior is unbelievable. It sounds absurd and even funny. However, don't underestimate it or be careless. This power is far beyond your imagination - not to mention, she has more Lots of weird things.

"In our latest operation, this heretic also appeared. She directly caused our 'allies' to be severely damaged. Existing clues indicate that this heretic can resist the spiritual power of the remnants of the sun. Her inner essence is most likely to have Have drifted away from human beings, or have dedicated their souls to a higher transcendent existence——

"She summoned a green flame and used it to burn our allies to death. Those flames are extremely dangerous, and this kind of flame has also appeared in Pland and Frost before. Existing intelligence shows that this dangerous flame is... From that terrifying ghost ship.

"She is a follower of the ghost captain."

The saint stopped. He did not directly mention the name of the ghost ship or the captain, but when he finished speaking, there was a slight commotion in the entire hall. Annihilation cultists were discussing in low voices. Before they In the cautious and repressed rapid conversation, a series of obscure pronouns were carefully mentioned, and an invisible tension spread in the assembly hall.

Richard breathed a sigh of relief - at least this time, most people's attention was finally shifted in another direction.

After a moment's pause, the saint on the high platform continued to speak: "Everyone present knows what happened in Frost - we encountered a major setback there, another saint was martyred in the flames, and We have not been able to confirm the full picture of that failure until now. 'His' power has almost wiped out everything related to the Holy Lord in the entire Frost Sea, including our fellow church members and the holy source in the deep sea;

"In Puland, the same 'erasure' also happened. The flames burned everything, including the descendants of the sun and the 'remnants'. All existences related to the incident could not escape 'his' reckoning. The entire city The city-state was blocked and then liquidated, the information was cut off, and all the insiders disappeared in the grinding of historical dislocation, and then the Church of the Deep Sea False God took over everything...

"Under such a thorough 'cleaning', not much information could be released. We spent a long time investigating the original truth, and in the end we could only confirm that it was the ship and its owner who were responsible... that Cong Ya The shadow that returns from space stands on our opposite side this time.

“Now, we can confirm that ‘he’ has taken action again, and his followers have directly caused heavy losses in our recent operations.

"And he has more than one follower."

The hall was completely quiet, and a strange sense of tension hung over everyone. The saint moved the black bones under his body. Under his control, the light and shadow illusion floating in the air began to change. The girl in the black dress She turned into another person - the famous "Sea Witch", Lucretia Abnomar.

"The heretic you just saw has powerful power and a weird and sinister acting style, but she is just one of the followers of the ghost captain, and she is by no means the most powerful one. The available evidence shows that the 'Sea Witch' also She has taken orders from her father again..."

There was a buzzing commotion in the hall. The believers were whispering to each other and discussing the news that had been circulating within the sect recently. The saints on the high platform were quiet, just slowly shaking their long eye stalks and watching the people in the hall. Followers.

After an unknown amount of time, a voice finally broke the silence. It was a hoarse voice near the high platform: "Saint, we received news not long ago that the fleet has been rebuilt. It seems..."

"It seems that the news is true," the saint's voice rang in everyone's mind, "I'm afraid there will be more 'followers' appearing in that dream, but the only one with clearer information is you. The two people I met——"

The illusion in the air changes, and the figures of the "sea witch" and the girl in the black dress alternately appear in the projection.

"Lucrecia, a witch, has mastered many witchcraft and curse powers, and is knowledgeable in the supernatural field. She has a powerful team of servants and an equally powerful ghost ship. The Dream of the Nameless One can weaken it to a certain extent. With her strength, she shouldn't be able to bring the ghost ship and her army of servants into the dream, but even if they only face her alone, they must be extremely vigilant.

"The heretic woman who calls herself 'Sarah' is probably a fake name and looks very young, but this appearance may also be fake. She has strange powers and is an abnormal devil contractor. It can be confirmed that she is at least immune to the mental pollution from the remnants of the sun. In addition, In addition to the information just known, there is another extremely abnormal thing about this heretic. This is the focus of what I want to say next——

"The mysterious hound that accompanies her has the ability to reason and communicate."

There was another commotion in the hall instantly, and this time the discussions coming from all directions were even more numerous and wider than before.

A deep demon with reason? !

If this sentence was not spoken by the saint, the first reaction of the Annihilation cultists at the scene would probably be - where did this crazy talk come from! ?

Richard stood silently among his compatriots, but he had expected this situation.

If he hadn't personally experienced that incredible scene, he would never have believed that a deep hound could speak human words and communicate rationally with him - even though the communication process was not pleasant.

"Saint, are you telling the truth?" A believer couldn't help but look at the high platform and boldly asked, "A profound demon with reason?"

"It's unbelievable, but the evidence is conclusive." The pile of bones on the high platform slowly squirmed, and a faint light floated on the surface of the brain wrapped in the cage of bones. This seemed to be some kind of emotional reaction. "Therefore, we must pay more attention to this special deep hound and its contractor."

The saint raised his eye stalks, and unconsciously, his tone seemed to carry a high-spirited and encouraging power.

"The intervention of the ghost captain is a challenge for us. I will not hide this danger from my compatriots. However, our cause is doomed to be full of dangers from the beginning. We cannot give in, nor will we choose to give in. The action in the Dream of the Nameless One will continue, so sooner or later we will have to deal with 'his' followers again.

"These 'followers' are powerful, but far less powerful than their masters, and their numbers are small. As long as we are well prepared, these 'followers' are not invincible.

"And now, we have been able to confirm that there is at least one 'follower' who carries an extremely important secret - that mysterious hound with reason. It is a mystery that we have never seen on the way to explore the truth. Perhaps in it Hidden is the last piece of the puzzle on the road to promotion.

"Find the heretic who calls herself 'Sarah', and capture her and her demons at any cost - compatriots. The task is difficult and dangerous, but please believe that it is worth your efforts. The road to purity and promotion is finally open to you. We have shown our true colors, and the difficult challenges are proof that this path is correct.

"Compatriots, there is no need to worry, we do not need to directly confront the captain, we only need to find his followers, this is feasible... And when our cause is finally completed, when the turn of the times is over, even that ghost The captain will no longer be a threat to us, he will become a phantom, remaining in the last second of this deep sea era..."

The saint's voice directly echoed in the depths of everyone's mind. On the high platform, the throne made of black bones creaked, and the thorn bush-like bone spurs and shell-like structures collided like drums. Stop, and layers of dense light curtains float on the surface of the living brain. Accompanied by the bewitching words, the power released from the brain invigorates the spirit of everyone in the hall, and gradually in their hearts Planted with the seeds of fanaticism——

This kind of seed took root and sprouted, quickly fighting against the nervousness and fear caused by the mention of the ghost ship and the ghost captain, and even turned this nervousness and fear into some kind of unreasonable motivation, and turned it into Firm faith and mission!

Richard raised his head blankly, subconsciously staring at the saint's eye stalks swinging in the air. He also felt the heat and impulse beating in his chest, and felt that his faith was changing little by little. Determined, the fear that took root in my heart after seeing those green flames gradually disappeared...

However, at this moment, a soft voice penetrated into his ears, as if the owner of the voice was lying on his shoulder, speaking to his ears, and "drilling" the sound directly into his ears. Brain: "Ah, he's telling you to die... Rabbi feels so sorry for you..."

Richard suddenly "wake up" with excitement. In a very brief moment, he suddenly felt a chill. He felt that something seemed to be spreading along his chest and neck toward his brain. I felt that I just heard a suspicious whisper, that the whisper came from something very dangerous...

But he just blinked and felt the warning signs in his heart disappear.

He just looked around with some confusion, then looked up at the saint on the high platform.

Why are the compatriots around us so excited and fearless?

What the saint said was true, and his encouragement made sense, but what about the dangers in action? Is everyone turning a blind eye?

Richard frowned, always feeling that something was wrong. This trance feeling... made him feel as if he was falling into a weird dream. Even though he was awake at the moment, there always seemed to be a pile of things in his mind. A chaotic, confusing blockage, as if... there is cotton stuffed in the brain.

But soon, he forgot this doubt again, and the new changes in the hall diverted his attention.

A sudden "heat" swept through the assembly hall.