The ship was quiet, except for the occasional soft crash of breaking waves through the open windows, the only movement that could be heard in the cabin was the slight noise of the mechanical cabins and plumbing in the distance—most of the people seemed to have left the area, and even those who remained should have stayed cautiously and quietly in their rooms at this time.

The silence can even give people the illusion of "safety", and if it weren't for the occasional faint smell of blood, a reckless and ignorant visitor would probably not have imagined that this would be a nest occupied by a group of cultists.

But Lucrecia knew that her "visit" might have been noticed by the ship's owner.

Because she could feel a hostility toward herself spreading over the ship, a powerful sense that was "scanning" every corridor and every cabin over and over again.

She raised the small "baton" in her hand and slashed a few shimmering symbols through the air, temporarily blocking the flow of her own breath.

The rabbit rabbi stood beside her cautiously, but the terrifying doll was looking nervously left and right at this time, and after observing for a long time, he couldn't help but whisper: "Didn't the old master come with you?" ”

Lucrecia glanced down, "You want to see him now?" ”

The rabbit suddenly shuddered: "No, no, no, the rabbi is just a little curious, and the rabbi doesn't want to ......"

"Father will come later, but I'm going to help him 'clean up' this filthy place first," Lucretia felt the rabbit's reaction amused, but didn't continue to tease, "he needs some living Annihilation Cultists for some kind of ...... Communication ceremony, but if he comes directly, I'm afraid there won't be any life here. ”

The doll rabbit listened as if he didn't understand, and after a while, a sentence suddenly came out: "Oh, the rabbi remembered, the demons around the ordinary Annihilation Cultists would be scared to death by the old master, right?" ”

“…… You can remember something useful. ”

"Rabbi is smart!" The doll rabbit immediately became triumphant, and then it changed its tone, and whispered in a mysterious and eager tone, "If that's the case, the rabbi has a suggestion......

"Suggestions?"

"Maybe all we need to do is keep that 'saint'...... According to the rabbi's observations, the 'saint' has already eaten his symbiotic demon, and he will not die when he sees the old master......"

Lucretia raised an eyebrow.

……

Something was on board—shadows were spreading across the ship, unsettling auras briefly appearing and disappearing from perception, areas deep in the cabin were losing contact, and the cultists who were moving around the ship...... Some of the things are getting wrong.

In the brightly lit, spacious, ornate assembly hall, where the Annihilation cultists were converging, more and more people were receiving orders from the saints, and these uneasy dark believers were coming from all over the place, whispering in an oppressive atmosphere, discreetly discussing the present situation.

A dozen or so more cultists were isolated and brought to the high platform where the saints were, each with a rope soaked in potion and a special collar around their necks to suppress the symbiotic demons.

Other heavily armed priests stood not far away, apparently watching over the dozen or so cultists who had been tied up individually.

Inevitably, the gaze from nearby fell on the "compatriots" who had been tied up, and whispers began to discuss and speculate about the mistakes of these people who had been tied to the saints in this way.

Someone recognized that the tied up were the "dreamers" who had previously participated in Operation Nameless's Dream, and the whispered discussion became even more nervous when they thought of the rumors about Nameless's Dream and the Sun's Heir that had just spread on the ship today.

Richard only felt that the whispers coming from around him were noisy and noisy.

The buzzing sounds poked around his head like a myriad of files, growing like shrill noises and meaningless roars, and he could no longer distinguish the words in those sounds, the meaning of those words, and the feeling of getting colder and colder in his veins made him more irritable and more unsettling...... It was he who had never heard that small but reassuring voice in his head since just now.

Where did the rabbi go?

He sluggishly raised his head to look at Dumont, who was tied to him—the latter also raised his head and turned his gaze to this side.

Dumont's gaze was also hesitant and confused, he opened his mouth to Richard, but did not say anything, as if something was blocked in his throat, and some white flocculent could be faintly seen between his teeth.

"You brought something to the ship......"

The saint's voice finally sounded from the high platform, and the chilling coercion was directed at Richard and Dumont and the others.

"Where are you hiding it?"

Among the dozen or so bound Annihilators, the figures of several people shook a few times, as if they still had instinctive fear in the face of the Saint's coercion, but the rest stood still, as if they had lost their sense of danger and the superior - in their skins, there seemed to be no nerves and flesh to respond to fear.

The criss-crossed black bones of the saint made a clicking sound, and each bone shard seemed to emit a force enough to strike the soul - in this series of clicks, Richard's shaky sanity seemed to regain a little, he finally remembered who he was, and then, he began to wonder - why was he tied up?

He looked up hesitantly and looked in the direction of the high platform.

A majestic voice came from the high platform: "What have you seen in the dream of the Nameless? What have you been exposed to? What did you do when you returned? ”

Richard's mind struggled, and in the confusion, the last spark of his remaining thoughts finally burst out—

"It's the sea witch, it's the witch and her minions!"

He thought he was shouting.

But in reality, he just opened his mouth suddenly, and after a few difficult hoarse ho-ho sounds, he spat out a large ball of cotton in front of everyone.

More cotton was still stuck in his throat, so he couldn't speak at all.

The last spark dissipated, and Richard lowered his head and stared in amazement at the white floc on the floor - cotton, precious cotton!

"My cotton...... My Cotton ...... My cotton! ”

A series of meaningless grunts erupted from his throat filled with cotton, and Richard scrambled to his stomach to retrieve the precious cotton - the rope tied to him had thrown him off balance, and he fell almost straight down, then wriggled and squirmed on the floor in a twisted and frantic position, desperately trying to pick the wet cotton wool with his mouth.

Plop, plop.

Several other figures also fell one after another!

Dumont, Wiesen, Sulok ...... The men who had once entered the Nameless Dream with Richard fell to the ground, unable to resist the deadly attraction of the cotton, screaming, grunting, and struggling desperately for the cotton wool that Richard had just spit out.

Don't rob my cotton! Don't rob my cotton!

Richard roared anxiously in his heart, and he desperately arched his head away from Dumont, who was squeezing in this direction, but was bitten on the ear by Visson—they began to bite each other for cotton, and all reason and emotion had faded, and only the instinct to fight for cotton remained!

There was an uproar in the hall, and even the dark cultists with cold hearts were in a huge commotion in front of this strange and terrifying scene, watching the dozen or so former "compatriots" struggle and wriggle on the floor while they were bound by ropes, watching them bite each other and let out a muffled roar, while cotton wool kept pouring out of their bitten wounds—like some kind of living, fibrous parasite!

"Execute them!" There was a loud shout from the high platform.

"Bang bang bang-"

Under the order of the saints, someone at the scene finally reacted, and several gunshots rang out in the hall in succession, and those armed priests in charge of guarding began to shoot at Richard and others with large-caliber revolvers, and then someone began to call for the power of symbiotic demons, smashing the power of magic bullets, lightning and acid mist at those former "compatriots" who were obviously no longer human.

Richard and Dumont's bodies were easily torn apart by the attacks, their fragile skin torn apart like old cloth heads, making a clattering sound, and a flutter of cotton wool gushing out of them, not a single flesh in them.

More than a dozen annihilationists parasitized by "cotton" lost their lives in the blink of an eye.

However, after only a few seconds of silence, the cotton that flowed out of their bodies suddenly squirmed again—the cotton began to devour and tear each other, as if the obsession of these people to snatch cotton was still surging in these flocs, and as the cotton devoured and tore each other, something fluttered up from the pile of cotton wool.

It was a dusty spores.

The spores began to spread like a thin fog across the hall.

Even the dullest of the people felt danger and terror after seeing those diffuse spore mists.

But the diffuse spores only floated outward for a short distance, as if they had encountered an invisible barrier, and were quickly suppressed back into the pile of cotton wool by a powerful force.

On the high platform, the "Saint" opened his black skeleton like a crown cage, and tentacles extended from the giant brain, swinging in the air.

The escaping spores were captured, and then a flame ignited out of thin air, instantly burning the pile of cotton that was still wriggling and churning wildly.

(End of chapter)