The man's heart finally settled down.

He had fled the building that had been eroded by the shadows of the subspace, fled the terrible mirrors and burning flames, and had come to the assembly hall where he was watched and blessed by the Holy Lord, and now, his trusted compatriots surrounded him, the flickering lights conveying reassuring power, and the encouragement and concern of like-minded people dissipated all panic and tension little by little.

Nothing terrible seems to happen.

So, the man in the thick black coat exhaled a long breath, then picked up the glass of water that Duncan had handed him, ready to moisten his throat, which was a little dry from the run.

But as soon as he picked up the cup and saw the rippling water inside, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and a faint uneasiness also flooded from the bottom of his heart, so he put the cup back in its place.

Obviously, it was the "after-effects" of the terrible experience before, and he felt that he had better not touch the drink in the cup for at least a few hours - no, let's find a straw later.

"So what the hell is going on?" The cultist with yellow hair and a gloomy face who had just handed over the glass of water next to him asked with concern, "What's the trouble with you?" ”

Around the round table, the other Annihilation Cultists also turned their eyes to this side, all with curious and serious expressions on their faces.

"That dream...... The Dream of the Nameless One mentioned by the Last Missionary has an intricate structure inside, and it is protected by a barrier," the man in the black coat sighed and said with a sigh of relief, "The entrance is not 'spontaneous', I don't know what happened to the other compatriots who tried to enter, anyway, my side was blocked, even the remnants of the sun were blocked, but it wasn't the worst, the worst ......"

The man stopped suddenly, glanced at the "compatriot" sitting beside him with some confusion, and frowned slightly: "Duncan, are you okay?" I feel like you're looking bad......"

"Me? I feel good," the yellow-haired Annihilation Cultist laughed, and seemed a little hoarse in his laughter, "I'm too nervous. ”

"You're too nervous, Duncan's face has always been this sickly one," the other man at the round table shook his head, "and go on, what's the worst thing - normal things don't make you react that way." ”

“…… Duncan Abnomar, the cursed ghost of the return of the subspace," the man in black said with a palpitation, "he intervened in the 'Dream of the Nameless'. ”

There was an instant silence in the assembly hall, as if an invisible frozen wind blew through it, making the air in the basement suddenly appear viscous and stagnant.

In this sudden, unbearable dead silence, the man in black felt a heavy pressure, but he quickly adjusted his mood and continued to speak: "I first met a very tricky psychiatrist, the psychiatrist broke through the 'psychology secret room' that I set up specially, and then in the open area of the Nameless Dream, I met the even more tricky 'sea witch' - it wasn't too bad at this point, those sun residues held back the witch's actions, but suddenly, Duncan · Abnomar came into the picture......

"That ghost has messed everything up, the remnants of the sun and their 'blood relatives' are not vulnerable at all, the outside information is wrong, Duncan Abnomar and the 'Witch of the Sea' are not hostile at all - they are communicating before my eyes, and the relationship is far more harmonious than the outside world speculates.

"Remember the news of the frost? I even doubt it...... The Lost Fleet was never disbanded, and the Brilliant Star and Sea Mist had been secretly carrying out the ghost's orders all along, and I ...... this time It just so happened that their secret had been broken, and the ghost and his two children must also be following the 'Dream of the Nameless'......"

The man in black spoke quickly, his mind active as never before, and the previous horror experiences were now beginning to reorganize and connect in his mind, supplemented by various information that had been secretly disseminated through various channels in recent times, and finally combined into a very convincing logical chain that was at least enough to convince him of himself, in this statement, he felt that he had finally straightened out his messy thoughts—and understood everything.

However, a substantial gaze from across the round table suddenly fell on him, interrupting the man in black's statement.

"Wait," said the owner of the gaze, a dignified old man with gray hair, eyes like torches, and a low voice with a hint of the seriousness of a leader, "you mean, you encountered that subspace shadow in the Dream of the Nameless, and you have been targeted by Him?" ”

"Yes...... Yes," the man in black felt nervous, instinctively a little frightened by the "messenger's gaze", but he replied anyway, "He tracked me to the real world and tried to invade my hideout with the help of mirrors, but I found the pattern of his invasion of the real world and blocked those 'passages' ......"

He said this quickly, and at last he gradually felt the coldness in the "messenger's" gaze, and his dull and numb mind reacted with it, and he finally realized it—the noise that had been haunting his mind, and the invisible things that jumped and wriggled at the edge of his vision.

He slowly stood up, his muscles trembling slightly, and he accidentally touched the nearest "compatriot" who was sitting next to him, who raised his head and gave him a friendly smile, but deep down that smile was inexplicable.

The man in black tightened his heart for no reason, and said hesitantly and nervously: "Duncan, you...... Why is your face even more ...... than just now?"

The "Annihilation Cultist" with sleek hair and a sickly gloomy face sighed and shook his head with some regret.

"Annihilation Cultists - From a certain point of view, your peculiar 'symbiotic ecology' actually has a natural resistance to me, because the perception of the dark demons is very keen, and they don't have enough intelligence to weigh the pros and cons, so it only takes a short time for these demons to collapse, and then, the 'carrier' transformed from you as a material will be damaged, and it can only take ten minutes at best......

The "Annihilation Cultist" known as "Duncan" spoke unhurriedly, and as he spoke, a slight crackling sound came from all over his body, and a dark shadow faintly bound by chains seemed to struggle to dissipate behind him, and his body was quickly covered with black cracks, and little by little, disintegrating and scattering.

Duncan slowly opened his hands, and the ghostly demon who lived in symbiosis with the body was dead, and the body gradually turned to ashes.

"But the good news is that even in a short period of time, I've heard a lot of useful things."

The body was completely wiped out, and countless black ashes were silently scattered in the flickering dim light.

The man in black watched this scene in horror, and for a few seconds, he couldn't even tell whether fear, remorse, or anger first came to his heart, and then he suddenly reacted, looking up at the "messenger" sitting across the round table: "I'm guilty—"

"You're guilty."

The gray-haired "messenger" said expressionlessly, raised his hand and pointed forward, and in the darkness, a silent and invisible shadow suddenly appeared, and quietly disappeared into the assembly hall, and in such a short moment, the "guilty" man in black had already lowered his head and collapsed on the chair.

After a few more seconds, the body quickly burst into flames, and the black flames instantly devoured his flesh and blood, emitting a disgusting smell.

The cultists in the assembly hall watched all this silently, and no one made a sound, until the burning black ash completely collapsed, and a tall figure hesitated to break the silence: "Messenger, we ......"

The man known as the "messenger" did not speak, and the gray-haired cult leader simply glanced calmly at everyone in the room, then got up with a blank face, went to close the entrance to the assembly hall, locked the secret door for emergency evacuation, and then whispered prayers in front of both gates—the dark thorns grew rapidly in his prayer, and sealed the door in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, the skinny cultist who was in charge of leading the way for the visitors immediately stood up: "Emissary! You're ......"

"Duncan was one of our earliest members," the cult leader said with a calm expression, his gaze sweeping over the two piles of black ash around the round table, "When do you think he was 'transformed'?" ”

The Annihilation Cultists in the room looked at each other, and finally reacted one by one, their faces showing expressions of horror after epiphany.

"He is among us," said the messenger slowly, returning to the round table, looking at the believers gathered here, "any moment, any person, any face—he has come in. ”

"What are we supposed to do?" Someone spoke at the round table.

"From now on, do not discuss the secrets of our Lord, do not exchange information about the Order—in mortal bodies, we are powerless to contend with the shadows of the subspace, but the Lord will still witness our courage and tenacity, and we will not reveal any more information to that ghost, no matter what intimidation and demagoguery he may exert here......"

"The messenger" said slowly, and then he spread his hands and solemnly continued to speak, as if preaching—

"I'll find a way to get the information out of that subspace ghost, including his methods of invasion and demagogic powers, and in the meantime, I'll stay here with you, as you can see, I've sealed off all the passages here.

"Believers, the time has come to prove our loyalty to the Lord, and let us pray that in the deep kingdom the Lord will bless our souls and that all the sufferings of today will be paid for in that eternal kingdom.

"Now, let's start praying."

(End of chapter)