In the chart room, as always, the sunlight from the endless sea poured into the room through the portholes, reflecting the old objects that had been condensed for a century, and the black goat's head remained quietly in a corner of the chart table, controlling the direction of the Lost Country, while the surface of the ancient chart was misty tumbling, and in the cascading mist, the trajectory of the known route was expanding straight in a certain direction, moving forward.

At the end of the track was the city-state of Plan, the flickering point of light now appearing in the fog ahead, gradually closing the distance between it and the Lost Land at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

The door opened, and Duncan's figure appeared in the doorway.

The goat's head sculpture immediately moved, its wooden neck creaked, and its head turned in the direction from which the voice came: "Ah, it is the great captain who has come to his loyal lieutenant!" Are things going well for you? You've been busy since yesterday, are you in a good mood today? Today's weather ......"

"Stop, stop, you don't have to repeat a similar greeting several times a day." Duncan raised his hand to interrupt before the other could finish, and then his gaze lingered on the goat's face for a moment, as if inadvertently.

The goat's head was as expressionless as ever, and its obsidian eyes were still eerily cold, and it was staring at the table with an inhuman texture.

But there is no smell of danger, and there is no place that is different from a normal day.

This guy seems to have been following Duncan's orders all along, and when Duncan told him to concentrate on driving the boat, he was really just concentrating on driving the boat.

"Your Excellency, you seem to be preoccupied?" The goat's voice rang out, with a familiar, dog-legged enthusiasm.

"You seem to have taken some prisoners back...... But they don't seem to be on board anymore? ”

"They disappear after the sun rises."

Duncan unhurriedly came to the nautical table, and as he sat down, he said, "It's a few last preachers." ”

"Ah, the last preacher...... Troublesome and dangerous guys, they are really hard to catch, they always appear inexplicably, and run away inexplicably. The goat's head immediately began to babble, as Duncan was familiar with, as soon as a topic was opened, this guy would burst out with a barrage of nonsense, but this nonsense often contained useful information, and there was no need to bother to interrogate it.

"But how did they provoke you? Those crazy preachers don't usually show up much, and compared to the Suncultes or the Annihilationists, they are low-key and rare......"

"They attacked a human I was keeping an eye on, and I grabbed it and used it to test Alice's abilities." Duncan said casually, observing the goathead's reaction.

"They also talked a lot about the subspace...... How much do you know about these cultists? ”

"I would advise you not to pay too much attention to their crazy preaching," said the goathead at once. "Just calling the name of subspace is likely to attract dangerous attention, let alone dealing with the kind of madman who follows subspace? Of course, a great being like you may not be influenced by them, but it's not a good thing to hear too much......"

Then it paused, and then continued: "Let me tell you, I don't know much about those crazy people, and not many people in this world know about them, and the Ultimate Missionary should be the weirdest group of cultists of all kinds, they are good at elusiveness, fragmented thinking, and they don't have a large number of low-level rabbles like ordinary cultists—they are much smaller, and there is no ...... to communicate with people normally."

The goat's head babbled, and the further back he went, the more nonsense he had, but in the midst of all the nonsense, Duncan still heard some key information.

According to Goathead, the number of the Last Missionaries is much smaller than that of the other two cult forces (i.e., the Followers of the Sun and the Followers of Annihilation), who are also the hearts and minds of civilization, and judging by the current records and trajectories, their number may be as few as a thousand, or even less.

In the general cult forces, there are a large number of ordinary people who act as "low-level believers," and these rabble have little power and have a normal social life, except for thinking

Outside of corruption, they are basically the same as ordinary people, but the ultimate preachers do not have such a basic structure—as long as they appear, they must be "priests" with great power.

No one knows how a cult has managed to operate and sustain itself in such a situation without support from the bottom, just as no one knows the specific process of the transformation of the Suncultists and the Annihilation Cultists among ordinary people.

In addition, although the word "preaching" is included in their names, in reality they seem to have almost no examples of successful "preaching" - their intellect has long since evaporated, their language and logic are different from ordinary people, and although they always chant some "truth" related to subspace whenever they appear, no sane person will listen to their demagoguery, and the weak-willed ...... Before being bewitched by it, it was already polluted into a monster by subspace.

In other words, it is theoretically impossible for a poster to increase his numbers by "preaching."

In the end, the preacher of the end is haunted, very haunted.

Duncan has experienced this firsthand.

Goathead claims that he doesn't know much about the Last Minister, but he doesn't tell a lot of information.

"A bunch of preacher who are so insane that they can't 'preach?'?" Duncan touched his chin and muttered thoughtfully.

"Where did the original Last Preacher come from?"

"Then who knows?" The goat's neck squeaks and swayes.

"Maybe it grew directly out of subspace......

Duncan didn't care about the goathead's obvious "subspace joke", and he didn't mention his "non-linear conjecture" about the Last Missionary.

He just pondered, if he, a person who had first come into contact with the Missionaries of the Last Days, could put forward such a conjecture, then what did the guardians and bishops of the human city-states know about the group of believers in the subspace? Will they have a more developed theory to explain the weirdness of those madmen?

"Captain, you seem to be very concerned about the last preachers?"

In the silence, the voice of the goat's head suddenly broke the silence in the room. "It's rare to see you look so serious......"

Duncan looked up and glanced silently at the goat's head.

"You say, if the history of a city-state is polluted, can it be saved?"

He said suddenly.

Frank and casual, as if he were just discussing an ordinary "academic conjecture" in his spare time.

The goat's head was stunned for a moment (although its hard face was not expressive), and it took two or three seconds before responding: "Historical pollution? Oh, it's a high-end topic, and it sounds like something that can only be done in subspace......"

"Something that can only be done in subspace?" Duncan raised an eyebrow, "Why do you say that?" ”

"Except for a dangerous thing like subspace, which is a mess of time and space, cause and effect, what else can casually pollute the history of a city-state?" The goat's head said casually.

"There is nothing in the world that has this power...... Oh, it's not nothing, there might be one who is qualified in terms of power alone, but that thing hangs in the sky......"

Listening to the chatter of the goat's head, Duncan's heart jumped.

Is the space-time and causal relationship of the subspace itself chaotic?

This was the first time he had heard such a clear and direct piece of information related to subspace.

And along with this information, he remembered what the Queen of Frost said to himself in that fantasy - please don't pollute history.

He frowned, suppressed the thoughts in his mind for a moment, and returned his gaze to the goat's head, who also immediately noticed the captain's gaze, and immediately stopped chattering, and quickly reacted: "Ah, no wonder you suddenly pay attention to the last preachers...... Are they ......?"

"They're probably doing a big job," Duncan said quietly, "and it makes me a little ...... Dysphoria. ”

He stared silently into the goat's eyes, and the goat's head looked blankly

They looked at him as if they were observing each other, but there didn't seem to be any additional communication.

"The city-state has its own guardians of the city-state, and the fire bearers keep an eye on the historical context," the goathead began, "anyway, those Eventual Preachers can't threaten you no matter how much they do it, and even if they can pollute history, they can't pollute you and the Lost ......."

Duncan raised his eyebrows: "Can't you pollute me and the Lost Country?" ”

“...... We're back in subspace, Captain ......," goat head said slowly.

"Everything in the world can be polluted—except in subspace, and we ...... I've been in subspace long enough. ”

Duncan frowned, and for some reason some of the crazy words that the Last Missionary had said suddenly came to his mind.

After a moment of silence, he couldn't help but muttered softly: "The Ark of Promise......"

(Push time!) The title of the book is "I Stand Under Hundreds of Millions of Lives", and the author's name is Chen Laite. In fact, this book has been milked once before.,Unfortunately, it was reported as autistic for a while.,Now the content has been renovated and reborn.,The new content is a psychopath who refuses to work overtime for free and runs away from home.,An interesting story in a magical world.,If you're interested, you can take a look.。 )

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