Anomaly 099 - Puppet.

This was the only thing on the parchment, the only information that Vanna had brought with her upon her return from the Tomb of the Unknown King.

The moment she saw the scribbled letters, Vanna's expression was a little glazed, and she could feel that the Bishop Valentine and several other figures beside her were also stunned, and after a short silence, the dark shadow of one of the saints suddenly spoke in a deep voice: "An existing 'anomaly' has been changed out of thin air....... And out of sight of the civilized world. ”

"It fell into the hands of the Lost Ship," the other saint nodded afterward, "it could be that ghost captain did something......"

But what kind of change will produce such a result," the saint who spoke before looked worried, "There is more than a few words between the puppet coffin and the puppet.... Moreover, this change directly touched the Tomb of the Unknown King, and even caused the Tomb Keeper to suddenly summon the listeners into the tomb to convey this information......"

Several saints discussed in a low voice, and their eyes finally converged on Vanna, and Fan Wing had recovered at this moment, and she got up with the help of Bishop Valentine, and looked at the only piece of paper left in her hand: ........ didn't remember what happened in the tomb at all, only that she remembered walking in the tombway. ”

It's normal to forget your experience in the tomb, it's your mind protecting itself, which is why you need the parchment and quill provided by the grave keeper to record useful information," Bishop Valentine said slowly

"But only on your parchment

With these few words left, the situation is ...... Something wasn't quite right. “

Vanna looked at her hands in a daze, and muttered a little hesitantly, "Did I tear the parchment myself......."

Theoretically, it could only be you," Bishop Valentine looked at her. "There will be no one else in the mausoleum, and the grave keeper will never interfere with the communication between the listener and the owner of the tomb, who will not do anything superfluous except to convey the message. Vana was confused, but before she could speak, a low and solemn female voice suddenly came from the edge of the square, interrupting the conversation between the saints: "The time for the end of the assembly is coming."

The saints stood in solemnity and looked in the direction where the voice came, and Vana quickly sorted out her state, and looked at the figure at the end of the square——— who seemed to be dressed in fine clothes was standing there quietly, watching the saints gathered.

The female figure was not followed by any entourage, she stood there alone, she already exuded enough majesty and aura, her body also showed a black silhouette like other "souls", but the black shadow was clearer and more condensed than anyone else's, even to the extent that the outline of her face could be faintly seen, so that people could see that she was a graceful and luxurious woman.

Vanna bowed slightly to the figure in awe.

That is the leader of the Deep Sea Church, the Storm Goddess Grimna's representative in the human world, sitting under the papal crown of the Storm Cathedral, this charismatic transcendent being is so powerful that her soul has been qualitatively transformed, and even in this psionic assembly can vaguely appear as a "human".

You must know that even the "saints" whose strength is far superior to that of ordinary transcendents can only barely maintain the human silhouette in this assembly hall.

Vana felt the Pope's gaze fall on her.

You've done a good job, Saint Vanna," the Pope nodded slightly, her voice majestic yet gentle, soothing Vanna's slightly frustrated feelings, "It's always been an uncontrollable matter how much information a listener can bring out of the tomb, and many times, the information that a listener brings out is not limited to parchment. ”

"What do you mean......." Vanna asked curiously, looking up boldly.

"The less content remains on the parchment, the more dangerous the message of the owner of the tomb, and it is your spiritual warning that drives you to destroy the words you have written in the tomb in order to prevent the dangerous truths from being revealed....... This information is sufficient for the Cathedral of the Storm to use as a reference for the next course and to pray a specific prayer to our Lord for guidance. ”

Vanna listened carefully to the Pope's words, and her mind gradually calmed down.

She knew that this was not a casual relief - His Majesty the Pope would not do such a meaningless thing, and since His Majesty said so, it means that this matter has been approved by the goddess to a certain extent.

She had brought out enough valuable information from the Tomb of the Nameless King.

"This concludes this meeting, and the Cathedral of the Storm will carefully assess the signal of Vision 0144 - if necessary, I will issue a decree or reconvene all the saints. ”

She saluted in the direction of the Pope, and then gradually dissipated into the chaotic space, followed by the figures of the other saints, and the dark shadows disappeared from the square, but in the blink of an eye, silence was restored here.

In the huge assembly hall, only the quaint cracked stone bricks, the pillars supporting the Chaos Sky Dome, and the soul projection of Storm Pope Helena remained.

The Pope, who had been favored by Grimna, did not leave, and after the dissolution of the assembly, she remained silent in the square, looking motionless at the open space in the middle of the square.

After a while, Helenshed suddenly turned her head and looked not far away beside her—the air there rippled like water waves, and in an instant, a tall, thin figure appeared in her sight. The tall, thin figure seemed to be dressed in a robe, and his face was faintly recognizable like Helena's—it was a man with a serious and old expression.

Immediately after, another figure appeared next to the tall and thin old man, a short and fat old man, with a vaguely recognizable face and a kind smile.

"Wait for Bans," Helin Gui nodded at the tall, thin, serious old man, and then at the smiling and stocky old man, "Rune—what, are you very idle, don't the Death Sect and the Truth Academy patrol the border?"

"The border is the most stable, and there is reliable surveillance." The tall, thin, old man known as Banst said succinctly.

"We've left the task of patrolling the border to reliable people for the time being," the short and fat old man named Luan also nodded, "This time it's mainly to come and see the situation on your side........ it looks like the civilized world is not peaceful." "The last time something similar happened to the mausoleum was during the Church of the Deep Sea," Banst said with a blank face, "as if it were a hundred years ago"

Knowingly," Helena said lightly, "the last time was a hundred years ago, of course—that time I entered the mausoleum as a listener, and I was not at the helm of the Storm Cathedral then, and I remember it very well. ”

Yes, you went in last time, and I remember it very clearly," the short and fat old man Lu En recalled with emotion, stroking his beard, "You were also 'thrown' out of the mausoleum immediately after entering, and it took a long time for you to wake up in a daze, and just like the little girl today, the parchment you brought into the tomb was only a small note, and there were only a few words scrawled on it... Helena, remember what the message you brought out of the tomb a century ago?

The helmsman of the Storm Cathedral was silent for a moment before he whispered, "I remember very well—'Vision 005-Lost One'."

Lu nodded slightly, "That's right, you were the first to bring back the Lost Country into a vision......... And the letters you brought back at that time were confirmed just a month later, the phantom of the Lost Ones whizzed past the edge of the Death Sect's necropolis, and the unlucky bastard Banst watched as the escort ship he had just built and didn't have time to cut the ribbon was swallowed on the spot, leaving only the rope for the ribbon cutting....

The leader of the Cult of Death, Pope Banster, looked at Rune with a blank face.

Helena didn't seem to hear Luen's last words, she was just silent thoughtfully, and after a long time she slowly spoke: "Whether it's a 'puppet' or a 'puppet coffin', it's only a ranking close to a hundred

'Anomalous', not comparable to the fifth-ranked vision. ”

It's not comparable, but you know, it's not the message left on the slip of paper - it's the parts that don't remain, the 'truth' that can make the saint's spirit collapse to the point of instinctual necessity to destroy it and bury it in the tomb," the expression on Lune's face finally grew serious, "Anomaly 099's name changed from a puppet coffin to a puppet, which is nothing in itself, but the information related to it but hidden is the most fatal...

"The only speculation right now is that it has something to do with the ghost ship," Helena said, "but I turned to the Lord for enlightenment the other day......

She paused abruptly at this, then shook her head, as if she had no intention of continuing the subject.

"Why didn't Frem come," she looked at the two figures in front of her, "hasn't he always liked to watch the excitement?"

"Frem and his Flamebearer Church are busy with something very important," said the short, Chuky Lune with a smile, "and the leaders of the four Orthodox churches can't all come here to make a fuss.......

"Very important thing" Helena frowned, "what is he doing"

"Patrolling the border." Banst said succinctly.

Helena: "......"