The ship was full of memories—but the more time she spent on the ship, the more she realized that there was still a lot of things in the place that were different from what she remembered.

For example, objects that seem to be alive and will run around the ship.

For example, the disembodied spirit sails that floated like a veil of mist on the mast.

For example, the strange first mate in the captain's room, a strange sculpture that his father called "Goat's Head".

He sat across from the nautical table, looking at the paradoxical things in the room, many of which could still be found in his memory, but with many mottled traces, his father sitting across from him, talking to himself about what had happened between the Deep Sea Church and the Lost Land, and the young lady Inquisitor from Prand sitting beside his father, adding from time to time.

Things changed completely beyond his expectations.

"One...... Secret envoy," the pirate repeated in a strange tone, the words Vanna had just used, a subtle expression on his face, "the actions of the Church...... It's more powerful than I thought. ”

"Frankly, it was a surprise at first," Duncan said with a laugh, "and the Pope is a ...... I don't know how much of her words were from the bottom of her heart, how much of her words were from the good of the Church and at the behest of the Storm Goddess Gemona, but in any case, the development of this matter was in line with my thoughts - I did need a bridge to communicate with the Church of the Four Gods, and a helper who was good at dealing with cultists. ”

"Dealing with the Cultists......" Tyrion looked thoughtful, "I remember you mentioned the Annihilation Cultists and the clues found on the Obsidian......"

"That's what you're here for," Duncan nodded slightly, then casually pulled out the tobacco box from his body, opened the lid and presented the contents to Tirien, "This is the clue I found from the depths of the Obsidian—the flesh of the Dark Lord." ”

Tirien held his breath, knowing that it shouldn't be dangerous in his father's presence, but he couldn't help but feel a little nervous the moment the box opened, and then he saw the "piece of meat" the size of his thumb.

An indescribable sense of fear and repulsion came over him almost instantly, as if the instinctive hairs of a man when he suddenly met a beast in a narrow way when he was unarmed, and the piece of flesh was just lying lifeless in an iron box, and he still felt as if he was being stared at by some living being with great power and great will!

Tirien withdrew his gaze almost instantly, and when he reacted, he realized that cold sweat had run down his forehead.

"Are you alright?" Duncan noticed the other party's situation and frowned slightly, "Why are you reacting more than Morris and Fanna?" ”

Tyrion was stunned and subconsciously spoke, "They didn't react so much? ”

"We felt resistance and danger, but not so violently...... performance," Fanna on the side immediately said, "How did you feel just now?" ”

Tirion confessed how she had felt for a moment, and then looked at the piece of flesh with a frown, and a lot of thoughts came to her mind.

"I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always think this thing is ...... It was staring at me for a moment," he began, "as if it were still alive...... Or maybe there's something 'behind' behind it that's casting a look. ”

Duncan and Vanna immediately looked at each other.

It was the right thing to bring Tirion here - some of the details were hard to come to the table without actual contact.

This piece of flesh and blood, which is suspected to be a fragment of the Holy Lord, has a special reaction to Tirion's approach and gaze!

"Is it because you participated in the Abyss Project back then?" Duncan thought for a moment and said his own conjecture, the Abyss Project, which was the biggest special thing about Tirion in this event that he could think of.

Tirion didn't speak for a moment, remembering and muttering for a few seconds before looking up, "Can you confirm that the Obsidian has actually been to the Frosty Deep?" ”

"No, because there is no direct evidence, but my gut tells me that it came back from there," Duncan said frankly, "and the features on the ship are too much like the 'replica' you described." ”

Tirion didn't speak for a moment, just stared at the small black tin box on the table, as if hesitating and weighing, and after a while, he suddenly spoke, "Can you let me see it again?" ”

"Are you sure?" Duncan looked into Tirien's eyes, "It can be a little dangerous - if it's really the Abyss Project that caused you to connect with this thing, then every contact you make with it reinforces that connection. ”

Tirien was silent for two seconds, and a slight smile suddenly appeared on his face: "...... On your ship, things shouldn't get worse for the worst, right? ”

“…… If something does come out, I'll fix it," Duncan bowed slightly, pushing the small tin box he had just taken back to Tyrion again, "Be cautious and warn immediately if anything happens." ”

Tirion nodded, took a light breath, and once again set his gaze on the piece of flesh from the Nether Lord.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the feeling of resistance and tension came back to his mind, and the feeling of being watched by the great presence from afar also smashed into his perception, and the connection established by the supernatural power washed over his mind like a stormy wave, and the survival instinct that came with it made Tirion almost close his eyes instantly.

But this time, he forcibly resisted his instincts, did not look away, and did not take the initiative to interrupt and fight against the will that came to his mind.

And it was in this long period of persistence that he finally confirmed the situation he had just vaguely felt-

The will and strength that comes from this "flesh and blood of the Holy Lord...... It turned out to be no malice.

All the fear, the danger, the resistance he felt was just a natural awe from the power of the might, the sight hidden on the other side of the flesh...... In fact, it was just a pale gaze.

Tyri looked up in reassurance, ready to tell his father what he had discovered.

However, in the next second, he found that there was a dark chaos around him—the familiar cabins and the figures in the rooms had disappeared from view at some point.

He got up in astonishment, instinctively trying to pick up his weapon, but then realizing that he was unarmed, he cautiously looked around, trying to see things clearly in this dark chaos, only to find that his vision seemed to be clouded with a veil of darkness, even if he put his hands in front of his eyes, he could only see a hazy outline.

It is a strong mental disturbance, and one's consciousness is being guided and disturbed by something.

But still no malice was felt.

Tirion stood a little dazed in the darkness, and suddenly, as if he heard something.

There was a squirming movement behind him, something huge moving, and a slightly cold breath approaching the back of his neck.

Tyri tightened in peace and turned her head abruptly.

A large, grotesque limb with a hint of blue in the dark stretched out in front of him in the darkness.

The limb was shaped like a tentacle, but it was a staggering length of hundreds of meters, and it rose in the darkness like a soft pillar, and the amorphous bulge at the end of the tentacle had reached less than a meter in front of Tirien, and in the distance of the limb, in the direction of the tentacles, even larger, more indescribable structures were emerging from the darkness!

It seemed like a mountain, a city, a derangement enough to make mortals crazy in an instant, it should hardly be shaped by the real world, it could not be the creation of any god under the condition of reason, it was like some kind of mollusk from the deep sea, like a mixed structure of a starfish and a squid, but in the next second, its smoky body surface surged, and countless tentacles, hands and feet, eyes and mouthpieces, and all this was endless.

In this brief moment, Tirion's eyes were almost at the limit, the turbulent thoughts thundered in his mind, he didn't know if he was frightened now, and even temporarily lost the ability to judge his own emotions, he just watched the tentacles that stretched out in front of him swaying slightly, as if he wanted to communicate with himself, wanted to convey some information to himself, but he couldn't understand the various roars mixed with the information of the mountain and tsunami.

The tentacle opened its eyes, many, many eyes, and Tirion looked at them, and suddenly, he seemed to finally "hear" something understandable from those eyes, and from the vast mountain of "bodies" in the distance—

“…… Come on. ”

"Boom!"

A terrifying roar suddenly exploded in his mind, as if some massive repulsive force was forcefully tearing his spirit apart and throwing it back into the real world, and Tirion almost lost consciousness in an instant, but just when he thought his soul was going to be torn apart in this boundless darkness and chaos, a faint green fire suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

The flames roared and enveloped him.

All images of horror were extinguished in flames.

Before he could react, the terrible "visions" and sounds had already dissipated like a dream—and he was back in the captain's quarters of the Lost Land.

(End of chapter)