Obviously, the news that suddenly broke out from Duncan's side shocked the three views of several popes - they were relieved on the spot for a long time, and in the end they still didn't slow down.

After concealing information related to Alice's Mansion, Duncan briefly told Lu and the others about his communication with the Black Sun and the Nether Holy Lord.

He was not worried that this information would "contaminate" the people who remained on the scene at the moment, on the one hand, his followers had been baptized by his "spiritual fire", which proved to make them extremely resistant to spiritual pollution, and on the other hand, several popes present usually dealt with spiritual pollution almost every day, and they were very resistant to visual inspection, and they would not go crazy because they heard a few words about the ancient gods—if they were still present when the bishopric was still present, he would definitely not mention these things.

Helena and the others looked at each other, and after a moment of thought and hesitation, the three eyes fell on Rune.

The short and chubby elf old man suddenly had a slightly embarrassed expression: "...... Why are you all looking at me? ”

"You are the most knowledgeable of all of us." Helena looked sincere.

Banst nodded, "You tend to have insight and portent-like acumen in the difficult field of occultism. ”

Frem didn't say a word, just stared at Rune without blinking.

Lune's expression was subtle silent for a few seconds, and after a moment of thought, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and turned his head to look at Duncan, who was watching the play next to him: "Are you sure you heard the clear and rational voices of the Dark Lord and the Black Sun?" ”

"Of course confirm," Duncan said, spreading his hands, "as sane as we are talking to each other now." ”

"Then the second question," Luan pondered for a moment, his expression becoming more serious, "...... Since returning to the real world from subspace, have you ever encountered a 'chaotic creation' that is completely incommunicative, incomprehensible, and utterly indescribable in your eyes? ”

Duncan was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then vaguely understood what the old pope meant, and after a moment of silence, he spoke: "...... I've met many 'chaotic, chaotic, incommunicable freaks' by the standards of the world, but almost every ...... I've heard useful information in their noisy roars...... Sometimes, I even feel like they're talking to me on purpose. ”

He stopped, but he didn't say a word - he had always thought it was normal!

And Lune showed an obvious change in expression after hearing Duncan's reply, his brows instantly furrowed, and Helena on the side also reacted: "Wait, so ......"

“…… In the eyes of the 'Captain', there is no such thing as an old god who is crazy and out of control," Lune looked into Duncan's eyes and slowly spoke with a serious expression, "You can understand the voices that have completely deviated from the 'standard of sanity' under any circumstances, even those mortal beings who will collapse and go crazy at a glance, I am afraid that it is understandable and communicative to you." ”

The hall was quiet for a while, except for Alice, who didn't have enough brains, and Shirley, who didn't use her brains, everyone instantly began to subconsciously think about what this meant, thinking about the "reasons" behind this unbelievable "phenomenon".

And in the midst of his contemplation, Morris broke the silence in a low voice: "If you follow the conjecture of 'cognitive deviation' you just proposed, it means that the captain is ......."

"No matter how much things deviate, they are still within his grasp," Luan nodded slowly, "It's kind of like ...... Wait, wait, I need paper and pen! ”

Morris reacted immediately: "Here it is. ”

A piece of paper was quickly laid out on the table, and Luan took the pencil, bent down under the curious gaze of everyone, and began to sketch the pattern on the paper quickly—but to Duncan's surprise, it was not some complex occult rune, nor was it some difficult mathematical formula, but only a seemingly loose and random circle after ring.

He drew a number of circular patterns—randomly distributed on the paper, some overlapping each other, some with only slightly interlaced edges, and some completely independent.

"Remember the Great Annihilation? and the conjecture of how the new world will take shape after the Great Annihilation......" Luan said as he sketched quickly, "Many worlds collided together, and their wreckage piled up to form the foundation of the new world, and I call these piles of wreckage the 'primordial ashes', and these ashes originally carried the 'rules' of their own worlds, and we see the ashes with the same set of rules as such a ring......

"Yes, the concept of collections, the 'primordial ashes' left of each world are a subset, do you see these intersecting rings? Those that cross are the parts of the primordial ash that are 'compatible' with each other......

"In the third long night, the compatible primordial ashes were reassembled, forming the deep-sea age in which we now live...... The 'intersection' in the set, yes, is here......"

Lune paused and pointed with his pencil to the center of the white paper.

Several large and small rings meet there, and the intersection of the rings has an area the size of a fingernail.

"This is our deep-sea age...... The primordial ashes from the wreckage of various worlds, 'compatible' with each other, and able to barely 'establish' under the same set of rules, together form this infinite sea, and the many city-states of the infinite sea......

"And beyond this 'intersection', the other disjointed parts of these rings, their 'differences', are those that we can access, but cannot understand and control—they are at the edge of our real world, perhaps as anomalies, or anomalies, or other strange phenomena, vectors of pollution......"

Lune thought for a moment, then pointed to the rings that were free from all the rings and had no contact with the other patterns.

"This is where the Blasphemy archetype is located, where the Black Sun and the other lost Old Gods and outcasts are located. We have become completely incomprehensible to their existence, and they are completely intolerant of the real world, some of them have completely disappeared into the darkness, while others ...... Still free in the form of raw ashes in the ...... In some kind of space-time that we can't understand. ”

Morris looked at the simple and clear figure that the teacher sketched on the paper, and quickly understood: "We are in the 'intersection' range, so we can only 'understand' the information in the intersection, and what is outside the intersection is indescribable noise and shadow to us......"

Rune nodded, "Yes, that's the 'truth' that this model represents. ”

Morris then continued: "But for the captain, whether it is the 'weird shadows' outside the intersection, or the lost ancient gods who are completely outside the collective system, it is understandable - in his eyes, there is no world 'outside the intersection'......"

"As you say......"

Duncan stood aside, silently listening to the discussions.

They're talking about him, they're trying to explain him using a set of logic, they're trying to know, they're trying to understand, they're trying to get in touch with his "real mysteries."

But he didn't care.

He just listened silently, thoughtful in listening.

He stared at the patterns that Lune had sketched, at the intersecting, overlapping, independent rings, at the "primordial ashes" that were floating and scattered in the ruins, at the paper.

For some reason, he remembered his recent experience in subspace, the overflowing starlight he had seen in the eyes of the pale giant......

Vanna also came to the paper, she looked at the pattern on it, and couldn't help but whisper: "Where is the captain......

Lune looked serious: "There is only one case where a 'total set' can contain all the subsets that have appeared here and all the subsets that have not yet appeared. ”

Vana thought for a moment, and reached out to gesture on the paper, "A bigger ring that encompasses them all?" ”

"Nope."

Morris shook his head.

Then, the old scholar took a half-step forward and pressed his hand lightly on the piece of paper.

"It's this piece of paper."

As the words fell, he raised his head and looked around.

Endless starlight filled his vision, his memory, and his cognition.

Filled the hall with everyone's eyes.

Helena's eyes widened in the starlight, and she felt her mind falter in the monstrous waves of truth, and she saw an undulating shadow rise in the starlight, an outline, which approached her, and roared—

"Isn't it incredible?"

Luan stood stiff in the starlight, noise and tremors squeezing out of his sanity, "Truth...... Beauty......"

Then, all the starlight suddenly dissipated—a large, undulating shadow that contracted and collapsed into the real world in the hall in an instant that humans could not perceive.

Vana barely broke free from the terrifying afterimage of Starlight, and in a deep vertigo, she saw the captain walk to the table and slowly roll up the paper.

"I'll give you a piece of advice," Duncan turned his head and looked into Lune's eyes, "next time you discuss me, do a little more preparation." ”

The horrific afterimage of Starlight had finally faded completely—the piece of paper had been completely rolled up by Duncan and tucked into his clothes.

With the "truth" temporarily obscured, reason suddenly returned to everyone's mind.

Banst took a big breath, he subconsciously took a step back, and then glared at Lune, "I should have kept my distance from 'scholars' like you from the beginning!" ”

"You just asked me to analyze it!" Luan gasped twice, first glanced at Duncan with apprehension, and then looked at the three Banster, "You can tell if it works!" ”

"Captain......" Morris turned to look at Duncan with an embarrassed expression on his face, "I'm sorry......"

"It's okay, curiosity is a human instinct," Duncan laughed, with the same gentleness and tolerance as ever, "Thankfully, everyone hasn't died." ”

(End of chapter)