Richard believed that at least for a second, half of the entire assembly hall was like himself, and his mind didn't react.

And the other half of the rest have already heard about it.

The "crown" of bones on the high platform made another clicking sound, and the brains in the crown cage swelled and squirmed, projecting thoughts into the minds of every believer on the scene again:

"Yes, she did use brute force to use the Hound as a weapon, and it sounds ridiculous and ridiculous, but don't take it lightly, don't be careless, it's more powerful than you think—and besides, there's more to it than she thinks.

"This heretic has also appeared in our most recent operation, and she has directly caused our 'allies' to be devastated, and there are clues that this heretic is able to resist the spiritual power of the remnants of the sun, and that her inner essence has most likely shifted from humanity, or has given her soul to a higher transcendent being—

"She summoned a green flame and burned our allies with it, and the flames were extremely dangerous, and the flames that had previously appeared in Prand and Frost, and the available intelligence indicated that the dangerous flames came from the terrible ghost ship.

"She's a follower of that ghost captain."

The saint paused, he didn't mention the ghost ship and the captain's name directly, but when he spoke, there was a slight commotion in the hall, with the Annihilation Cultists whispering discussions, and in their cautious, suppressed quick conversation, a series of cryptic pronouns were carefully raised, and an invisible tension spread through the assembly hall.

Richard breathed a sigh of relief—at least this time, most people's attention had finally shifted in the other direction.

And after a moment's pause, the saint on the high platform continued: "All those present know what happened to the frost - we suffered a major setback there, another saint was martyred in the flames, and we have not been able to confirm the full picture of that defeat until now, and 'his' power has almost wiped out everything related to the Holy Lord in the entire Frost Sea, including our fellow Church, and the holy source in the deep sea;

"In Purander, the same 'erasure' took place, the flames burned everything, including the Sons of the Sun and the 'remnants', all the beings related to the events did not escape the liquidation of 'him', the entire city-state was blocked, then purged, information was cut off, all the insiders disappeared into the grinding of historical dislocation, and then the Church of the False Gods of the Deep Sea took over......

"Under such a thorough 'purge', there was not much information to come out, and it took us a long time to investigate the original truth, and in the end we could only confirm that it was the ship and its owner who were in charge...... The shadow that returned from subspace, this time stood on the opposite side of us.

"And now, we can be sure that 'he' has struck again, and his followers have directly caused significant losses in our last few operations.

"And he has more than one follower."

The hall was completely silent, a strange tension hung over everyone's heads, the saint moved the black bones beneath his body, and under his control, the illusion of light and shadow floating in the air began to change, and the girl in the black dress became another person, the famous "witch of the sea", Lucrecia Abnomar.

"The heretic you just saw has great power and a strange and sinister way of doing things, but she is only one of the followers of the ghost captain, and by no means the most powerful, and the available evidence suggests that the 'Sea Witch' has also returned to her father's commands......"

There was a buzz in the hall, and the cultists exchanged their heads and discussed the news that had recently circulated within the sect, while the saints on the high platform fell silent, just slowly shaking their long eyes and watching the followers in the hall.

After a while, the silence was finally broken by a voice, which sounded a little hoarse near the high platform: "Saint, we received news not long ago that the fleet has been rebuilt, and it seems that it ......"

"It seems that the news is true," the saint's voice sounded in everyone's minds, "I'm afraid there will be more 'followers' in that dream realm in the future, but the only ones you have seen are the two people you have seen at the moment-"

Visions in the air shifted, alternating between the figures of the "Sea Witch" and the girl in the black dress in the projections.

"Lucrecia, a witch, wielding many witchcraft and curse powers, is knowledgeable in the realm of the Transcendent, she has a strong army of minions, and an equally powerful ghost ship, the Dream of the Nameless can weaken her power to some extent, she should not be able to bring that ghost ship and her army of minions into the dream, but even if you face her alone, you must be vigilant.

"The heretical woman who calls herself 'Sarah' is likely to be a pseudonym, and her appearance is very young, but this appearance may also be fake, with strange powers, an abnormal demon contractor, who can confirm that she is at least immune to spiritual pollution from the remnants of the sun, in addition, in addition to the information just known, there is an extremely abnormal place on this heretic, which is the point I want to talk about next-

"The ghostly hound that traveled with her was intellectually and communicative."

There was an instant commotion in the hall again, and this time the discussion was even louder and wider from all directions.

A sensible demon?!

If this sentence did not come from the mouth of the saint, the first reaction of the annihilation followers at the scene would probably be - where did this crazy talk come from!?

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

If he hadn't experienced the strange scene himself, he would never have believed that a ghostly hound would speak and communicate with his own senses, even if the process of communication was not pleasant.

"Saint, what you say is true?" One of the cultists couldn't help but look at the high platform and boldly asked, "A ghostly demon with reason?" ”

"Unbelievable, but the evidence is conclusive," the pile of bones on the high platform slowly squirmed, and a faint glow appeared to float on the surface of the brain wrapped in the bone cage at some point, which seemed to be some kind of emotional reaction, "so we must pay more attention to this particular ghostly hound and its contractor." ”

The saint raised his eyes, and unconsciously, there seemed to be a high-spirited and encouraging force in his tone.

"The involvement of that ghost captain is a challenge for us, and I will not hide this danger from my fellow citizens, but our career has been doomed to danger from the beginning, and we cannot back down, nor will we choose to back down, and the operation in the dream of the Nameless will continue, so sooner or later we will have to deal with 'his' followers again.

"These 'followers' are powerful, but they are nowhere near as strong as their masters, and they are not numerous in number, and these 'followers' are not invincible if we are well prepared.

"And now, we can be sure that at least one 'follower' has a very important secret in his body - that sane ghostly hound, a mystery we have never seen on our quest for truth, and perhaps the last piece of the puzzle on the road to promotion is hidden in it.

"Find the heretic who calls herself 'Sarah', and capture her and her demons at all costs, my fellow citizens, the task is difficult and dangerous, but believe that it is worth your efforts, and the path to pure ascension is finally revealed to us, and the difficult challenge is a testament to the correctness of this path.

"Compatriots, don't worry, we don't need to confront that captain directly, we just need to find his followers, it's doable...... And when our business is finally completed, when the turn of the ages is over, even that ghost captain will no longer be a threat to us, he will become a phantom, staying in this deep-sea era for the last second......"

The voice of the saint echoed directly in the depths of everyone's mind, and on the high platform, the throne of black bones clicked, the thorn-like bone spurs and shell-like structures collided like a beating drum, and the surface of the living brain floated with layers of light curtains, accompanied by demagogic words, the power released from the brain lifted the spirits of everyone in the hall, and gradually planted the seeds of fanaticism in their hearts—

This kind of seed took root and sprouted, quickly resisting the nervous and fearful emotions brought about by the mention of the ghost ship and the ghost captain before, and even turned this nervousness and fear into some kind of unprovoked motivation, into a firm belief and mission!

Richard raised his head blankly, subconsciously staring at the saint's eyes swinging in the air, he also felt the heat and impulse beating in his chest, felt his faith become stronger little by little, and the fear that had taken root in his heart after seeing those dark green flames before did not know when it gradually dissipated......

However, at this moment, a soft voice penetrated into his ears, as if the owner of the voice was lying on his shoulder, facing his ear, and "drilling" the voice directly into his brain: "Ah, he is urging you to die...... The rabbis are really sorry for you......"

Richard suddenly "woke up", and for a very brief moment he suddenly felt a chill, as if something was spreading along his chest, along his neck towards his brain, and he felt that he had just heard a suspicious whisper, which came from something very dangerous......

But he just blinked, and then he felt the alarm in his heart disappear.

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

Why are the compatriots around you so agitated and so fearless?

What the saint is telling is true, and his encouragement is reasonable, but what about the danger of action? Is everyone turning a blind eye?

Richard frowned, always feeling that something was wrong, this trance-like feeling...... It made him feel as if he was in a strange dream, and even though he was awake at the moment, his mind always seemed to be piled up with a chaotic, chaotic blockage, as if it were ...... It's like I'm stuffed with cotton in my head.

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

A sudden burst of "heat" swept through the assembly hall.

(End of chapter)