Everything on this ship was colored by memories - but as he stayed on the ship longer, Tirian realized that there were still many things here that were different from what he remembered.
For example, there are objects that seem to be alive and move around on the boat.
For example, the spiritual sail that has lost its substance and floats on the mast like gauze or mist.
For example, the strange first mate in the captain's room—a strange sculpture that my father called "goat head".
He sat opposite the navigation table, looking at the seemingly real things in the room. Many things could still be found in his memory, but there were many more mottled traces. His father sat opposite him, telling him what happened between the Deep Sea Church and the Lost Homeland. The young judge from Plande sat next to his father, adding to his story from time to time.
The turn of events was completely beyond his expectations.
"A... secret envoy,"
The pirate repeated the words Vanna had just used in a strange tone, with a rather subtle expression on his face. "The church's actions... are more courageous than I thought."
“To be honest, this also surprised me at first,” Duncan said with a smile. “The Pope is... a hard-to-understand person. I don’t know how much of what she said was sincere and how much was out of the interests of the church and the instructions of the Storm Goddess Gemona. But anyway, the development of this matter is in line with my idea—I really need a bridge to communicate with the Four Gods Church and a helper who is good at dealing with cultists.”
"Deal with the cultists..." Tirian looked thoughtful, "I remember you mentioned these cultists of Annihilation and the clues found on the Obsidian..."
"I asked you to come here for this," Duncan nodded gently, then casually took out the tobacco box from his body, opened the lid and presented the contents to Tirian, "This is the clue I found from the depths of the Obsidian - the flesh and blood of the Deep Lord."
"boom!"
Tirian was still in shock and asked subconsciously: "Why did I react so strongly?"
Tirian did not speak for a moment. He recalled and pondered for a few seconds before looking up. "Can you confirm that this Obsidian has really been to the Frost Deep Sea?"
But that time, he weakly fought against his instinct, did not look away, and did not take the initiative to interrupt or fight against the will that emerged in his mind.
Tirian did not speak for a moment, but just stared at the small black iron box on the table, as if he was trying to make up his mind and weigh the pros and cons. After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly said, "Can you let me take another look?"
There was a rustling sound behind him, as if something huge was moving, and a slightly cold breath approached the back of his neck.
And it was during this relatively short period of persistence that he finally confirmed the situation he had vaguely sensed just now—
Almost in the blink of an eye, this feeling of resistance came to his mind again, and the feeling of being watched from afar by a majestic existence also hit his perception hard. The connection established by the extraordinary power washed over his mind like a huge wave, and his own survival instinct made Tirian almost close his eyes instantly.
Tirian held his breath. Although he knew that there should be no danger with his father present, he still felt nervous the moment the box was opened. Then he saw this thumb-sized piece of "meat".
The flames roared and enveloped him.
"Is it because you participated in the Abyss Project back then?" Duncan thought for a moment and expressed his guess - the Abyss Project. This is what I can think of. It is the biggest outstanding feature of Tirian in this incident.
This limb was shaped like a tentacle, but it was astonishingly hundreds of meters long. It rose in the darkness like a soft pillar, and the amorphous protrusion at the end of the tentacle was less than one meter in front of Tirian. In the direction where the tentacle extended, a larger and more indescribable structure was emerging from the darkness little by little!
Tirian told him frankly what he felt just now, and then looked at the piece of flesh with a frown, thoughts rising to his mind.
In this brief moment, Tirian's
His eyes were almost wide open to the limit, and surging thoughts were roaring in his mind. He didn't know whether he felt fear at the moment, and he even temporarily lost the ability to judge his own emotions. He just watched the tentacles extending from him swaying slightly in front of him, as if they wanted to communicate with him and convey some information to him, but he simply couldn't understand the various roars mixed in this overwhelming information.
It seemed like a mountain, a city, a chaotic thing that could drive a mortal crazy in an instant. It should not have been shaped by the real world, nor could it have been created by any god in a rational state. It was like some kind of mollusk from the deep sea, like a hybrid structure of a starfish and a squid, but the next second, its smoke-like surface began to surge, and countless tentacles, hands and feet, eyes and tongues were born, and all of this was constantly changing.
Tirian stood in the darkness in a daze, and suddenly, he seemed to hear a sound.
Tirian's heart moved, and he raised his head, ready to tell his father what he had discovered.
"…Run."
However, the next second, he found himself surrounded by darkness and chaos—the familiar cabin and the figures in the room disappeared from his sight without him noticing.
An indescribable feeling of fear and rejection surged into his heart almost instantly, just like the instinctive hairs standing on end when a person is unarmed and suddenly encounters a ferocious beast. The piece of meat was just lying lifeless in the iron box, but he still felt as if he was being stared at by some living being with great power and great will!
Vanna immediately looked at Duncan.
Tirian's heart tightened instantly and he turned his head suddenly.
Tirian was silent for two seconds, and then a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "... On your ship, things shouldn't deteriorate to the worst, right?"
It turned out to be a good idea to bring Tirian here - without actual contact, some detailed clues would certainly be difficult to surface.
"No, because there is no direct evidence, but my intuition tells me that it returned from here," Vanna said frankly, "The features on the ship are too similar to the 'replica' you described."
“I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I felt like this thing… was staring at me for a moment just now,” he began, “as if it were still alive… or something behind it was looking at it.”
This piece of flesh and blood, which was suspected to be the fragment of the Holy Lord, did not respond to Tirian's approach and gaze!
"If anything does get out, I will take care of it," Duncan nodded slightly and pushed the small iron box he had just taken back in front of Tirian again, "Be cautious and give the alarm immediately if anything happens."
"Are you sure?" Vanna looked into Tirian's eyes. "This could be dangerous. If it is indeed Project Abyss that has established a connection between you and this thing, then every time it touches you, it is strengthening this connection."
The will and power that came from this "Flesh and Blood of the Holy Lord"... turned out to be harmless.
All the horrible images disappeared in the flames.
Tirian averted his gaze almost instantly, and when he came to his senses, he realized that cold sweat was running down his forehead.
All the fear and resistance he felt were merely the natural shock caused by the majestic power. That sight hidden on the other side of the flesh and blood... was actually just a pale gaze.
"We felt resistance and danger, but nothing so violent..." Vanna said immediately, "What did you feel just now?"
He stood up in astonishment and instinctively wanted to pick up a weapon, but then realized that he was unarmed. He looked around cautiously, trying to see things clearly in this dark chaos, but found that his vision seemed to be covered by a layer of black curtain. Even if he put his hands in front of his eyes, he could only see a hazy outline.
It is not a strong mental interference, but your consciousness is being guided and disturbed by something.
Before he could react, those horrible "visions" and sounds vanished like a dream—he was back in the captain's room of the Lost Homeland.
A huge, strange limb with dark brown and faint blue lines stretched out in front of him in the darkness.
A terrifying roar suddenly exploded in his mind, as if some huge repulsive force was tearing his spirit apart and throwing it back into the real world. Tirian almost lost consciousness in an instant, but just when he thought his soul was about to be torn into pieces in this endless dark chaos, a faint green fire suddenly appeared in his field of vision.
Tirian nodded, took a deep breath, and once again turned his gaze to the piece of flesh and blood from the Lord of the Deep.
"Are you okay?" Duncan noticed the other person's condition and frowned slightly, "Why is your reaction bigger than Morris and Vanna's?"
Eyes opened on the surface of the tentacle, many, many eyes, and Tirian looked into these eyes. Suddenly, he seemed to finally "hear" some understandable information from these eyes and from this huge "body" in the distance.