In the large assembly hall, where the roof and walls are decorated with many reliefs and patterns related to the dark lord, deformed objects called "saints" are silent on the high platform.

The "crown" of pitch-black bones stood on a high platform, and between the nerves and blood vessels at the bottom of the crown were half-open and half-closed eyes, and the chilling brain lay still in the center of the bone crown, occasionally making a low, muffled sound in the slight wriggling.

The lower priests and ordinary cultists in the hall remained silent, cautious and nervous in the corners, keeping their distance from the high platform in the center, not even daring to make direct contact with the eyes of the saints who were in a dormant state, a low and oppressive atmosphere enveloped the place, and even the air seemed to freeze.

Everyone knows that the saints are in a bad mood – and this bad mood is clearly related to the abrupt termination of the recent operation.

The order to terminate the operation was, of course, given by the saint himself, but it was clear that this was not the outcome that the Lord was happy to see—it should not have been this way.

This silence and depression lasted for an unknown amount of time, and a voice suddenly appeared in the ears of every lower-ranking priest and ordinary cultist: "Get out."

Everyone was pardoned—almost in the blink of an eye, the Annihilation cultists gathered in the hall left the assembly hall through the gates, leaving only the upper priests on the high platform.

"Saint," a meticulous upper priest in a black coat with gray hair combed broke the silence as he turned to the high platform, "we have received news from Moko and Siprod that the elves in the city-states who had fallen asleep and dissipated were gradually recovering. ”

“…… The entrance to the dream realm is gone, and the dream skull no longer reacts to the 'blood food'," another high-ranking priest spoke, "Judging by the current situation, the Dream of the Nameless is probably completely gone—but until now, the followers of the Sun have not contacted us. ”

"They won't be in contact with us anymore," finally echoed from the Crown of Bones on the high platform, "The Son of the Sun who led this operation has fallen, and the loss is enough to plunge those followers into a long mess...... Having lost the 'heirs' who are at the core, this branch with us will soon die out. ”

There was an instant commotion among the upper priests around the high platform, and after a brief period of consternation, the gray-haired priest finally couldn't help but speak: "Then the heir of the sun has fallen?!" How did it die? Something deep in the dream......"

"I don't know, I just saw its brilliance suddenly extinguish at the end of fate, and a large shadow spread from where it was extinguished, and until now, this shadow is still spreading towards us."

The upper priests looked at each other for a moment, and after a moment of silence, one of them hesitated to speak: "You mean...... After the fall of the Son of the Sun, the shadow that killed it is still chasing us? ”

"The gloom of our fate hangs over us," the saint said slowly, "and it has not yet dissipated. ”

"We are now far from all the city-states and the main shipping routes," another high-ranking priest hesitated, "and we have managed to avoid the patrol fleets of the four major churches on the border......

Immediately, another priest next to him spoke: "Those lackeys of the four gods don't know what they're doing recently, and they have concentrated a large number of fleets near the eastern border, which has caused the patrol force in other border waters to weaken a lot, and we have passed smoothly, and we should be able to return to the 'Holy Land' soon......"

Other priests chimed in: "The 'Holy Land' is shrouded in the dense fog of the border, and there is the blessing of the 'Lord' there, even the Ark of the Four Gods' lackeys cannot break through ......."

The upper priests spoke one after another, but the "saints" on the high platform remained silent, and gradually, the voices around the high platform fell silent, and the priests wisely closed their mouths.

"'He' is coming."

After some time, the deep voice of the saint suddenly reached everyone's ears.

And with these few short words, it was as if an invisible cold wind suddenly blew through the entire hall - the wind was wrapped in almost contagious horror and terror, making those annihilation priests whose hearts had long been as cold and hard as black iron suddenly shiver subconsciously.

An upper priest understood what the saint meant almost instantly: "You mean...... The ghost who returned from subspace......"

"How is that possible?! We haven't had any contact with his followers since then......" The other cleric spoke, "We evacuated before the Nameless Dream took a bigger turn, and we should have severed our ties with him......"

The saint did not respond to the cowardly and impotent voices of nervousness and fear around him, he only slowly raised the eye handles around him, and at the end of those wriggling tentacles, the eyeballs looked around the hall, and seemed to look around the whole ship through the walls of the hall.

The haze of fate was reflected in his misshapen, swollen eyes, and the faint green flames burned in the shadows, and had gradually appeared on the surface of the sea in the near future, and he saw the approach of death and fear—in the near future, most of the people on this ship would die.

As for the other part, fate is even more miserable than death.

He had already smelled the blood boiling in the flames, heard the cries that would soon sound—but even more desperate than the impending death was the shadow that would continue to spread on this course, and the ship was not the end, but only a transit in the spread of the shadow.

The saint slowly withdrew his eye.

He had carefully made many choices in the foreseeable and limited future, and these choices had succeeded in gaining increasing power and making the ship a symbol of the will of the Lord, but this time, he found that no matter what he chose, that haze was always with him.

Whether it is to end the actions of the Nameless Dream early, change the course of this "holy ship", or isolate the breath of the entire ship, it is impossible to shake off the terrible future.

The shadow enveloped him, enveloped everyone, even ...... It's as if it's already on this ship.

Already on this ship?

In the crown of bones on the high platform, the swollen and wriggling brain suddenly froze for a moment, and then the biological tissue around it gradually unfolded.

With a flash of enlightenment in his heart, the saint noticed that the ubiquitous shadows began to weaken, and the dark green flames that emerged from the darkness on the sea not far away seemed to be gradually dissipating.

“…… I got you. He muttered softly.

An upper-level priest reacted instantly: "What did you find?" ”

“…… Go and bring all those who have been into the Dream of the Nameless into the halls," the saint said slowly, as part of his eyes observed that the haze that permeated the ship and the aura of death from the future continued to wane, "especially with the girl who had been in contact with the ghostly hound...... Richard, yes, bring him here...... Don't be alarmed, don't alert him, slowly guide him over. ”

The haze in the hall had completely subsided, the aura of death from all over the ship had diminished dramatically, and it wasn't long before the green flames of the sea returned to the shadows.

The shadow was indeed on the boat, and once again he was aware of that tiny "turning point" in his fate - the right choice, a good result.

An upper priest quickly left the assembly hall and went to carry out the saint's orders.

Then the saint on the high platform was silent for a moment, and then commanded, "Also, let the boat stop." ”

The gloom of fate dissipated for a moment, but a strange uneasiness still lingered in his heart, as if it wasn't going to end so simply, the ghost returning from the subspace...... It may not be so easy to get rid of.

Driven by the necessary caution, the saints decided to stay on the surface of the sea for the time being, and not allow the ship to continue to the Holy Land until they were sure that the hidden danger had been completely removed......

A minute later, Richard woke up from a brief and chaotic nightmare.

A cold wind blew through his neck from nowhere, and a small, inaudible whisper came from the corner of the room, and the nightmare had dissipated from his mind, and he couldn't remember what he had just dreamed about, only a lingering palpitation that was slowly dissipating was remaining in his heart, gradually turning into a hazy impression as time passed.

"She's coming to visit ......"

A faint voice, as if it had emerged from his own head, sounded.

Richard sat up straight from the bed.

Small, faint whispers could be heard from all corners of the room, and the lights swayed on the walls not far away, casting many strange mottled and strange phantoms crisscrossing mycelium, and like an invisible spider's web, covering the entire cabin.

"It's time to greet the hostess...... Cute rag doll ......"

The small voice whispered again.

Richard blinked slowly, the numbness and dullness in his mind seemed to fade, he left the bed, slowly walked to the side of the locker, opened the cabinet and rummaged through it for a while, finally found what he needed.

It was a large roll of paper, and a couple of pencils.

These are the materials used to practice tracing runes on a daily basis.

After looking at these things quietly for a few seconds, Richard finally showed a smile on his face, he came to the bed with a pen and paper, and without hesitation, threw his bedding on the ground next to him, and spread the large roll of paper directly on the flat bed board.

"They're coming for you...... Don't waste time. ”

Richard whispered the whisper in his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, and leaned over with a pencil in hand, skilfully sketching.

The beautiful face of a lady came to his mind, and gradually fell to the paper.

(End of chapter)