So the annihilation began to pray.

In the dim light of the oil lamp, in the death-like stagnant atmosphere, in this deep and cold assembly hall, under the gaze of the dark Lord.

A deranged and reckless member has brought the inexpelling shadow to this assembly hall, and from now on, anyone who leaves the assembly hall is likely to bring that shadow to other people, as has just happened, so they will not leave this place again—and with the witness and encouragement of the messengers, these devout and fanatical believers will choose a quiet and faithful sacrifice.

They had made up their minds to bring their secrets to the kingdom of the Lord and not to reveal them to the ghost.

At least, that's how they decided now - a moment of courage is always easy to do.

The cultists prayed silently, calling out the blessings of the Dark Lord in the secret room, while the messenger sat quietly at the round table, calmly watching every face in the room, watching their steadfastness, nervousness, bravery, fear, and wavering.

Time passed like this, I don't know how long, the oil lamp on the table flickered, flickered and flickered, and in a certain leap of light, one of them seemed to hear a faint voice:

“…… I'll give you a chance. ”

Someone looked up in horror, looking for the source of the sound, someone closed their eyes as if they were afraid they had actually seen something, but the sound had dissipated into the air as if it had never appeared.

"Keep praying," the messenger whispered, with a certain demagogic power in his words, "the ghost is powerless, and he has nothing more to threaten us than death, which itself is the quickest way to the kingdom of the Lord." ”

In the past, these words of the messenger have always given courage and can quickly reunite the most restless followers, but for some reason, every word he said this time only made people feel more and more cold about the imminent horror -

A growing uneasiness was spreading in the assembly hall, fear was approaching the boundaries of reason, vacillation was growing in silence, not all of them were the most devout saints, but for those who were not very religious...... It's time to lose your mind.

One of the believers finally screamed, the thinnest of the thinnest - as if he suddenly saw something terrible, he suddenly jumped up from his chair and shouted, "I say! I say! I know what's going on! ”

The messenger instantly stood up from his chair and shouted with a cry of rage: "Hold him down! ”

Several figures around the round table immediately rushed up, grabbing the thin figure in a rough and angry manner, pressing him to the table, and trying to cover his mouth to prevent him from revealing the secrets of the Lord - but the thin figure erupted with astonishing resistance, and he struggled violently, black chains appeared around him, and terrible bone spurs and keratinized structures appeared in his limbs, making him almost free from the shackles of his "compatriots", while constantly shouting:

"It was the Last Preacher who gave us the information! They claim that the 'Dream of the Nameless' contains the truth of the beginning of creation, the most primitive blueprint of the Holy Lord......

"The dreams of the elves can lead to the dreams of the nameless! The race itself is a vehicle and a conduit for dreams, as they are flawed in the blueprint phase......

"The followers of the Black Sun are also on the move, but they're looking for something else, and I don't know what they're looking for!

"The last ministers say the time is near, but that's all I know...... That's all I know, Mr. Duncan, only the prophets and the saints know more, and the last preachers, they know...... I really know that! ”

The skinny cultist struggled and shouted quickly, and in the great fear, he inspired another level of courage - the courage to betray the faith, but then, he raised his head with all his might, and looked at the "messenger" not far away with tears in his eyes, and after a short period of courage came a new fear: "I'm sorry, I just want to live, I want to live ......"

Then he screamed, "Mr. Duncan! Please protect me! Don't let the messenger kill me! I kept my promise – you said you'd give me a chance! You said that...... Will ......"

The heavy pressure on his shoulders subsided, and the skinny cultist screamed in terror for the halfway point, and finally realized the change in the atmosphere, and slowly stopped.

From beginning to end, he was the only one who reverberated in the assembly hall, his "countrymen" pressed him, but none of them really stopped his shouting, and the messenger watched him, but never really made a move.

His eyes widened as he watched as the messenger slowly propped his hands on the round table and gave himself a gentle smile: "You see, it's not that hard to say. ”

Around the round table, the cultists who had previously pressed him to the table in unison also retreated one by one.

The "compatriots" surrounded him, cast their eyes on him, and their faces showed a slightly stiff and gentle smile, followed by one by one clapping.

The skinny cultist's eyes widened, and he looked at everyone in the assembly hall in horror, and finally his lips trembled and he spoke: "Messenger...... Lord Duncan, and Duncan, Duncan, you are all ......"

Creepy whistling and screaming sounded one after another, and one after another ghostly demons emerged in the assembly hall who were constantly disintegrating or struggling to break their chains and escape from the real world, and as these symbiotic demons disintegrated or fled, every figure in the eyes of the skinny cultist (including the "messenger") began to spontaneously combust rapidly.

The last flaming figure walked towards the skinny cultist before collapsing, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Ling too." ”

There was silence in the assembly hall.

The thin figure stood silently among the countless black ashes, and after a few seconds he suddenly blinked, then quickly returned to the round table, reached for the pen and paper on the table, and scribbled a page.

He then grabbed the piece of paper and strode to the exit of the basement - the "thorns" summoned by the messenger were still blocking the door, and the power of sinister darkness surged through the thorns.

But in just an instant, the thorn bush burst into flames, and the green spirit fire turned it to ashes, and the door behind the thorn bush opened with a push.

Duncan walked briskly through the embered basement door, through the dilapidated buildings on the surface, and then the figure rose into the flames......

A patrolling guard watched in amazement as a dark green flame fell on the street in front of him, and just as he subconsciously raised his weapon, he saw a faltering figure emerge from the dark green flame, which seemed to be constantly collapsing and disintegrating.

The thin, dangerous figure that was constantly crumbling and disintegrating walked over quickly, with a bright smile on his face: "Hello, I want to report heresy. ”

The defender, who was about to blow the whistle and slash at the same time with his sword, was momentarily stunned.

He had served the church for many years and had encountered such a ...... for the first time The whistleblower subconsciously spoke in astonishment: "Report? ”

"Yes, in the basement of the innermost house in the alley ahead, the house on the top of the blue slope. This is a report letter, which has a general situation of their party, and at the end is a bearer bank account, please send the report bonus directly to the account, thank you. ”

The guardian looked at this suspicious and weird guy in a daze, listening to the other party's crackling words, and finally couldn't help but raise his finger and point at the other party's face that was constantly turning into ashes: "Sir, your face doesn't look very good......

"I know, I tried to keep it up as much as I could, but it didn't seem to be the right way, it was only fifteen minutes longer than usual - don't worry, just don't forget to pay......"

The young defender took the letter almost in a daze, and before the other party completely collapsed and disintegrated, he finally remembered a question: "Sir, what is your name?" ”

"A zealous heretic......"

……

Lost Country, in the captain's room, Duncan came to his senses and let out a long breath.

His sense of ownership returned to the ship.

The goat's head on the edge of the nautical table reacted immediately, and immediately turned its head to this side: "Ah, your Excellency the great captain - it seems that you have gained a lot?" ”

"I've heard useful information from a group of cultists who have secretly assembled, but unfortunately the time is too short to determine which city-state it is, and I don't know if there are other meeting points near them," Duncan exhaled, raising his hand and rubbing his eyebrows vigorously, "But it's not a big problem, I think we'll continue to deal with them soon......"

On the wall not far away, layers of shadows floated on the surface of the quaint oval mirror, and Agatha's figure emerged from the mirror, looking at Duncan curiously: "Are you alright?" Looking tired? ”

"It's just that I've tried a relatively new avatar control method, and I'm a little uncomfortable," Duncan waved his hand, "It seems that schizophrenia is really not something that can be tried casually, maybe I have to ask Heidi for advice when I have the opportunity...... How could she be able to divide dozens of them at once without being confused? ”

Agatha: "......? ”

However, Duncan did not continue on this topic, and he soon frowned slightly, and began to recall and organize the information he had just obtained from "far away".

I thought it was just an ordinary dream invasion, I thought it was just a weird nightmare phenomenon, and I thought the appearance of those cultists was just an accident...... Unexpectedly, behind this incident suddenly revealed a shadow beyond everyone's imagination.

"The Dream of the Nameless......" Duncan looked up in thought, looking at Agatha in the mirror and the goat's head on the table, "have you ever heard of this term?" ”

(End of chapter)