The cotton was ignited, and in an instant it turned into a great flame, and in an instant it was reduced to ashes along with the spores that had escaped everywhere, and then the flames were quickly extinguished, and it was only then that the cultists gathered in the hall finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The strange and terrifying scene just now, and the spores that clearly seemed to be about to spread outward and infect, made every sane person feel a great danger.

However, while the ordinary members of the congregation relaxed slightly, the gloomy coercion from the high platform did not diminish in the slightest—the saint gently clicked against his own bone "crown", and the eye handles were still scanning the hall and outside uneasily, and he knew that the haze that enveloped the ship was still there, and what he had eliminated was only a shadow that had penetrated the haze many days ago, and now the body of this shadow had already completed its invasion...... My movements are slow.

"Don't relax too soon, the uninvited guest has already arrived on the ship," his voice echoed everyone's heart, "from now on, the whole ship is in a state of pagan invasion...... Lentim, take someone to search the whole ship and find the intruders - if anyone refuses to be searched or behaves suspiciously, shoot them or kill them.

"Gmorro, you take someone to the mechanical cabin and take over the steam core and hub valves, the intruder may try to take the core of the entire ship...... You bring nitroglycerin.

"Pertha, you take your followers to the arsenal and arm all the ordinary people...... Let those mortal sailors also take their weapons.

"Basmorton took men to control the deck guns, and the enemy could also attack from the sea."

The sudden series of orders from the saints made the annihilation cultists in the hall who had just relaxed for less than a few seconds instantly wake up, and everyone realized the seriousness of the matter, and the priests who received the orders quickly took their subordinates and left the hall one after another.

The hall was suddenly half as crowded, but many of the priests remained in the assembly hall, guarding the high platform where the saints were standing.

After a moment of quick thought, the saint raised his eyes again and looked at the nearest high-ranking priest: "Eric, you take someone to execute all the sacrifices in the cage. ”

The high-ranking priest named Eric was stunned when he heard this: "Now? ”

"I need blood to strengthen myself - the intruder is extraordinary, and it is not time to maximize the value," the saint said lightly, the order of execution seemed as natural to him as breathing, "the sacrifices can be grabbed when they turn back, now the ship's ones are executed first—their blood is drained, soaked through the stone slabs in the deepest part of the cage, and I will gather strength for a decisive battle." ”

"Yes, Your Excellency."

The high-ranking priest named Eric immediately bowed his head, received the order, took a few of his followers, and walked quickly out of the assembly hall.

He hurried down the corridor that led deeper into the ship, speeding past the flickering closed door, over the connecting staircases, to the deeper, quieter cabin.

The thin, cool smoke seeped into the cabin from somewhere, making the hallway look a little blurry.

"High priest," one of the followers broke the silence with a sudden and somewhat uneasy break, "the smoke isn't quite right......

"It's really wrong, how could there be so much smoke on a ship under normal circumstances," Eric said with a frown, an uncertain phantage floating in the air behind him, pitch-black chains extending from his vertebrae, and a pitch-black creature that looked like an amorphous piece of flesh floated at the end of the chain, opening many eyes from the surface of the flesh, as if carefully observing the movement around him...... It's so quiet. ”

It was so quiet, the whole corridor was silent, and there was no sound in the nearby rooms, except for the faint sound of some machines in the distance—ethereal, as if in another world.

What about the people who were sent out to carry out various tasks before? Isn't there a big search going on the whole ship?

Thin smoke drifted from ahead, and Eric suddenly shrugged his nose - in the smoke, he smelled a familiar smell, gunpowder.

Suddenly, some small voices came from a certain direction, and then someone gave orders from the depths of the smoke—

"Ready to go! Queue, reload, aim—"

It sounded like an army commander giving orders to the soldiers.

Eric turned his head in disbelief to look in the direction where the voice came from, and with the help of the symbiotic "flesh and blood deformant" demon, he immediately discovered the source of the sound—a comical group of comical toy soldiers carved out of wood were lining up on the floor at the end of the hallway.

The soldiers, the palm-sized, painted and dressed in the uniforms of musketeers and artillerymen of the previous era, ran around the floor, and soldiers waved small flags as they ran through the ranks or stood on high places blowing their trumpets, and a commander stood on a block dragged from nowhere, holding his command knife aloft and giving orders.

The musketeers are reloading their matchstick-like "rifles".

The other Annihilation Priests also noticed the toy soldiers who had gathered on the floor and looked like they were about to "attack", a scene that was so bizarre that they didn't react at first, and even thought it seemed ridiculous.

But the ridiculousness lasted less than a second, and in the next moment, everyone's hearts were suddenly awakened - in this strange and boundless sea, anything that didn't seem right was dangerous, even if it looked like a bunch of funny toy soldiers!

Something suddenly occurred to Eric, who recalled the legend related to these toy soldiers, and immediately threw himself forward: "Lie down! ”

However, his reminder was a step too late, and from the end of the smoke came the commander's order: "Put!" ”

"Bang bang bang, bang!"

Continuous gunfire rang out in the corridors, the flames tore through the smoke, bullets whistled, and the Annihilation Cultists were beaten into a sieve in the indiscriminate gunfire before they could summon their respective symbiotic demons, and fell to the ground one after another.

It is said that a long time ago there was an inconsiderate city-state that tried to provoke the witches of the sea in order to "kill the curse that spreads on the boundless sea".

An arrogant commander led his battle-hardened Marines around the witch's makeshift location and launched an attack in the darkness of night.

The fog descended in the night, and the attacking soldiers disappeared into the fog one after another—and when the sun rose again, the witch turned them into one hundred and sixty-six toy soldiers.

To this day, the toy corps is imprisoned in the shadow of witches, who are briefly liberated and unleashed to the power of an army when they need it......

Blood was draining from his body, the pain was turning into numbness in the cold, Eric fell to the ground, his mind uncontrollably recalling the stories he had heard one day in the past, and out of the corner of his eye, he finally saw something strange next to the hallway, something he should have noticed, but somehow ignored.

On both sides of the dimly lit corridor, there are many oil paintings.

Previously, these paintings depicted many incarnations of the Shadow Lord, as well as images of demons and scenes from the deep sea.

But now the content of the painting has changed.

Many familiar faces gazed sadly and painfully at the smoke-filled corridor in the painting, some of them ...... It seems to be blinking slowly until a minute ago.

There was no response from those who were sent out.

The haze entrenched on the ship is getting thicker and thicker, and there is no tendency to dissipate.

On a high platform in the center of the assembly hall, the saint pondered for a long time—anger and despair were slowly brewing in this calm.

He realized that he might have made a series of bad decisions.

The previous arrangements did not prevent the shadow from spreading, on the contrary, he now lost his "sense" for more and more parts of the ship.

An atmosphere of tension was spreading through the hall.

The ordinary priests who remained here also began to notice the abnormality of the situation.

The people who left the hall never returned, and there was no news in return, the internal phone calls could not be dialed one after another, and the "compatriots" in other areas could not be contacted by using the ghostly demons to perceive, first the cargo and water warehouses lost contact, then the cabins where the crew lived, and then the nearby corridors......

It was as if the chambers were fading into a diffuse darkness, and the entire ship was swallowed up by something invisible, with the exception of this hall.

Something intangible is attacking here.

Then, something even more dangerous touched the ship - a great sense of horror enveloped everyone's minds for no apparent reason.

There seemed to be movement in the hallway.

One of the cultists closest to the gate heard a slight crackling sound coming from the corridor outside, and he looked left and right, hesitated for a moment, and dared to look out of the door.

Someone nearby noticed his actions and immediately came and grabbed the reckless man's arm, trying to stop his reckless move.

But a step too late.

The cultist's body suddenly stiffened, then shook slightly in place twice, and then he "walked" back backwards in a stiff puppet-like stance, and after a moment of stillness, he fell on his back face backwards.

His limbs shattered like fragile ceramic, his body had somehow turned into an inanimate inorganic, and his head had fallen off the joint of his neck in the fall, and he rolled at the feet of the other cultists.

It was a crude doll head.

Exclamations rang out instantly, followed by the sound of swords unsheathed, weapons loaded, and a large number of ghostly demons summoned, and the cultists in the hall prepared for the enemy in an instant of panic and panic—footsteps rang out from the hallway, and they got closer and closer to the door.

A silver-haired lady in a dark purple court dress walked in first—she had a figure-like flawless countenance, her posture was graceful and light, and she walked into the assembly hall in a generous manner, surrounded by the Annihilationists, the demons, and the swords and guns that seemed to her nothing, she just looked around curiously, those dark purple eyes were clear and bright, and many invisible lines seemed to be reflected in their depths.

Then walked in another extraordinarily tall figure.

The figure was imprinted into everyone's eyes like a nightmare seeping into reality—and by the moment he walked in, he had already begun to burn the sanity and nerves of more than half of the Annihilation cultists in the hall.

Duncan raised his head and stared at the "saint" on the high platform in the faint green flames that were gradually burning and spreading.

"You and your ship, work for me."

(End of chapter)