Like a sudden rising wave, the faint green flames poured into the huge assembly hall in an instant, and began to spread towards all the dark cultists on the scene—as if the flames had been brewing and accumulating on the ship for an unknown amount of time, and there was a roar of wind and thunder when it rose!

Exclamations and roars came from all directions in an instant, and almost all the dark demons reacted the moment the dark green flames appeared, and the weaker demons began to lose control on the spot, and even the stronger demons refused to obey the orders of the symbiotes under great fear and instinct, and the dark chasms began to emerge over the assembly hall, and the cultists and priests who were dragged away by the demons wailed and disappeared into those out-of-control chasms—the few "lucky" people left, You have to rush to meet the enemy who suddenly intrudes here.

Messy gunshots rang out, and some unconventional spells landed where Duncan and Alice stood.

But the flames were like walls, and these weak attacks could not even get close to those flames before they were exhausted, and the bullets were dyed green in the flames and fell harmlessly to the ground, and the missiles and acids summoned by demonic power turned into new flames in mid-air, and instead turned around and flew in the direction they came.

Alice's eyes widened in amazement at the thrilling scene, surrounded by strange demons and cultists who had gone mad in fear, but she wasn't scared - she had come with the captain to "watch the fun", and it was really lively now.

But soon, she felt that it was a little too noisy.

She looked in the noisiest directions, frowned, raised her hand, and the invisible thread fluttered into her hand—the captain had told her before setting out that the people in this hall were cultists, and that cultists were not to be counted as people.

As a result, with this puppet lady as the center, countless Annihilation Cultists instantly stiffened and froze, and then began to be transformed into dolls one by one.

But at this moment, a low, drum-like sound suddenly came from the center of the hall, and the huge force exploded in an instant, even temporarily suppressing the spirit fire spreading everywhere in the hall, ending Alice's puppet control.

The saint on the high platform finally moved—his eyes were raised high, and countless criss-crossed pitch-black bones clicked around the brain like some kind of folded arthropod, stretching, extending, and supporting it, and the "body" that was originally like a bone cage quickly changed into a spider-like form, and the terrifying brain was carried in the center of the bone spider, which swayed and swayed, and from the swirling veins came a "thump" like a drum and a heartbeat.

Duncan looked at the Saint who had suddenly risen from the platform with some consternation, and watched as the skeletal spider clinged to the edge of the platform, sending a series of chaotic hissing noises in this direction.

His expression was surprised—he hadn't thought the thing on the stage could be uglier.

But before they could sigh, Duncan and Alice heard the terrified and desperate cries of the dying priests of annihilation coming from all over the hall.

It was the cultists who had survived the first round of demonic loss of control, narrowly escaped the first wave of flames, and managed to save their lives in Alice's doll transformation—in the midst of the howl, their bodies suddenly began to swell, and the original human bodies were twisted into various terrifying postures in the blink of an eye, and countless traces of expansion and contraction and wriggling appeared under their skin, as if another uncontrolled shell had appeared in their bodies, and was about to burst out of their skins—

In the blink of an eye, the bodies of those cultists tore apart on their own and turned into pools of flesh and blood scattered on the ground, and with their sudden death, the symbiotic demons that were connected to them began to crumble and disintegrate one by one.

But those crumbling demons did not dissipate directly.

They turned into drifting black smoke and began to pour over the high platform in the center of the hall.

The "Saint" raised his pitch-black skeletal arthropods on the high platform, and the black smoke released by the ghostly demon when he died was frantically absorbed by the swollen and wriggling brain, his size nearly doubled in the blink of an eye, and an even more powerful aura escaped from the brain, and even faintly formed a barrier around the high platform that seemed to distort space.

“…… You killed your last followers in the first place," Duncan said with some surprise as he looked at the platform, "but it was not my expectation. ”

"Weak people don't come in the slightest here...... They'll just become firewood for your flames, or fall victim to Anomaly 099," the hoarse voice of the saint on the high platform as his bones and limbs clicked as he slowly climbed from the high platform to the ground, "it might as well become my strength...... I will fight you to the death in their place......"

Duncan didn't bother to listen to the other party's nonsense, he had already raised his hand halfway through it, and the once-suppressed spirit fire in the hall rose again in the blink of an eye, spreading towards the high platform.

"I've got a lot of information," he said casually, "but I advise you to cooperate, my request is simple—I just want to talk to your 'Lord'...... By the way, if I could, I would like to know where the ship is going. ”

"I see...... You're a danger to us, 'Captain Duncan,'" the saint walked forward, flicking his long limbs against the flames, "and that won't give you the most of it...... Bless me, O Holy Lord! ”

The terrifying bone spider let out a low roar, and then the space around him seemed to twist for a moment—the spirit flames that had almost ignited him were briefly pushed back again, and then he leaped high and swooped down on Duncan, who dominated the sea of fire, as if he were about to die together.

"The time has come for martyrdom!!"

The monstrous monster shouted feverishly, and with its amazing power it repelled all the flames that spread into the air, and like a pitch-black meteor, he bravely smashed into the "subspace shadow" that the world feared!

Duncan opened his palm to the monster, and the spirit fire that had been forced back closed in the air, facing the direction of the opponent's fall, as if the next second would completely envelop the bone spider.

But the saint suddenly turned a corner in mid-air.

At an almost uncanny angle, the monster slammed down - with a deafening roar, it smashed straight through the floor of the hall, smashing into an astonishing hole that he fell straight into, frantically digging through the decks below, and in the blink of an eye disappeared from Duncan and Alice's sight.

Duncan: "......? ”

Alice: "......?" ”

It happened so fast, not to mention Alice's wooden head, even Duncan didn't react.

After all, he had seen martyrs, and he had also seen fanatical cultists, but this was the first time he had seen this kind of martyrdom who suddenly stopped being martyred in the middle of the martyrdom - in this world where gods really existed, there were saint-level fanatics who would release the dove of the "Lord"?

Alice turned her head to look at Duncan in confusion, then to the large hole in the center of the hall that was still bubbling with faint flames, and finally said, "Did it run away?" ”

Run away? In this vast sea, on a ship that has been completely eroded and burned by spiritual fire, where can that "saint" go?

Duncan frowned, the loud thuds of digging through decks and walls and smashing into certain support structures were still coming from below—suddenly, he understood.

"No, that guy didn't run away - he was going to destroy the ship!"

……

Digging, digging, digging down, the position of the mechanical cabin is just ahead.

The sooner the better, the sooner the better, before the ghost captain could react, before the blazing spirit flames caught up with him.

The bottom of the boat is about to arrive, after the last few floors and walls, after passing through the area of pipes...... There was a pile of nitroglycerin that he had sent to him.

As long as nitroglycerin is detonated in the steam core, the chain reaction after the reactor gets out of control is enough to destroy the entire ship, and then the ...... "Holy Land" will be safe.

The gigantic and terrifying Bone Spider was digging swiftly through the massive ship, and as far as he could remember, he had cut through the plates, pipes, and all the partitions in its path—the ship that had been built with a lot of money and was once regarded as a symbol of pride by the Order was rapidly being wrecked in his excavations, turning into an irreparable pile of scrap metal.

But the "Saint" didn't hesitate - he was still accelerating, cutting a passage through the steel beast's belly at an even faster speed.

In the prying eye of fate, he has long had a glimpse of his own death, the death of all.

The weaker members would die in their wailing, their flesh would burn in the flames, and he himself would not survive, for the gloom had already completely enveloped all possible directions—at the edge of the shadows, it might be useful to turn around, but if the whole ship was already in the darkness, there was no point in choosing another direction.

It would be unwise to confront that ghost captain, and in the clearest glimpse of fate, the "Saints" have seen their own swift and senseless demise.

Since the end is predestined, it is better to do something bolder.

At the very least, the ship must not be left in the hands of the "captain", and the secrets of the "Holy Land" cannot be known - otherwise, his own sins will be unforgivable.

The last wall collapsed before my eyes.

The deep cabin with the steam core finally came into view.

The skeletal spider almost stumbled into the place, landing on a platform surrounded by pipes, valves, and control platforms.

He lifted the many eyesticks around the edge of his body and looked around the cabin.

As expected, there were no living cultists here - only a few corpses lay in the clearing not far away, and near the consoles and valves, some human-like distorted shadows could be seen "imprinted" on the surface of the mechanism.

The "saints" did not "mourn" for their compatriots who died.

He'd found what he'd been looking for - the explosives were stacked at the end of the platform.

(End of chapter)