In his last moments of clarity, Belazov saw the figure standing on the edge of the wreckage.
The other person's tall, thin and slightly pale face was reflected in his pupils, and also came into his sight.
The dark chain floating in the air, and the dark demon at the end of the chain - "Smoke Jellyfish"
After a brief moment of shock, Belazov finally recalled scenes after scenes. He recalled this figure, and those scenes that had always been blocked from his consciousness. He remembered that when he stepped onto Dagger Island, this tall and thin heretic was standing on the shore, when he entered the "secret room", he walked beside him, and when he returned to the Petrel, he was standing in the cabin...
Belazov's eyes widened, and the burnt skin on his face seemed to make cracking sounds. He wanted to yell, wanted to speak, but only a low hissing sound came out from his chest. At the same time, the tall and thin figure with a pale face finally lowered his head and looked down at the dying general.
"I admit that I was negligent," the tall, thin, pale man said calmly, with almost no emotion in his tone, as if he was not talking to anyone, but talking to himself in front of a piece of rotten wood. "When you were walking around the ship, I just thought you were checking the status of each post - General Belazov, I must admit that your acting is very good."
Berazov just stared at the other person, anger boiling in his chest, but he could no longer move this once strong body.
"What a pity! He was almost going to become a 'messenger,'" the tall and thin woman shook her head regretfully, "bringing the glory of the Holy Lord to the city-state, saving the mortals who were suffering from filth from their bodies, and letting the first piece of paradise come to this filthy and twisted 'reality'. Such a glorious opportunity, but he wasted it... just this last step away."
"Heresy..."
Berazov finally squeezed out a little sound from his chest, his teeth and bones creaking as they rubbed against each other. "You... don't even think about getting involved..."
"Save some of your energy, General," the tall and thin woman stepped forward and looked down at the dying man lying in the center of the wreckage. "Accept your death peacefully. The blessing of the Lord will give your pitiful body a new life. You wasted the opportunity to become a messenger, but the Lord will not give up your suffering soul..."
Accompanied by this whisper that seemed to have bewitching power, the tall and thin woman slowly stretched out her left hand, and the smoke jellyfish floating behind her also rose and squirmed, and gradually released an increasingly obvious red glow from its body that was like gauze and mist. The blood-red glow was reflected in Berazov's gradually darkening pupils, but his body gradually fell into icy heat - his consciousness seemed to have completely dissipated, and he no longer had any reaction to the outside world.
No one knew where this Dagger Island was located, but it was obviously not far from the main Frost Island.
I'll use this body to deal with the frost. It may look a bit miserable, but at least it won't melt away like the previous one.
And then, the tall and thin woman finally noticed the strange changes in the general - his breathing was steady and powerful, his voice was low, and his eyes were full of vitality. The man who was dying a moment ago seemed to have recovered all his vitality at this moment!
"Who knows the full plan?" Duncan said with a look of emotion, "and where are they hiding?"
The Abyss Demon cannot sense what mortals cannot sense. Even though this cloud of smoke has no facial features, it can obviously "see" the truth inside this charred body. Now it is trembling, and the amplitude of the trembling is getting stronger and stronger, while wisps of black shadows emanate from its edges, prying the passage between the Abyss Deep Sea and the real world bit by bit.
"You have a strong vitality," the tall and thin woman couldn't help but frowned, "Isn't it better to accept your fate, General?"
Even the surging sea water around seemed to be frozen and stagnant.
Suddenly his brows furrowed, and before he could react, a violent surge of energy suddenly came from the cultist's body. The next second, his entire body suddenly expanded as if inflated, and instantly exploded into a fireball!
It sounds like he died half a century ago.
The rebellious Frost Queen... caused great trouble to the cultists' actions? This trouble continues to this day, so that they have to spend a lot more effort in their actions
The General even sat up!
As he spoke, he suddenly looked up at the "smoke jellyfish" floating in the air and said, "Don't run away."
It was only then that the tall and thin woman realized that her symbiotic demon had just tried to open the deep passage. A belated fear gripped her mind, but she had no time to communicate with her symbiotic demon at the moment - because this "outsider" who occupied the general's body was casting a calm but cold gaze at her.
However, just before the muddy substances were about to touch the body, they suddenly stopped.
"Who are you?!" The Annihilation Cultist of course reacted. The intense sense of disharmony and the danger signals constantly sent by the symbiotic demon were enough to make her realize the seriousness of the matter. Even if she couldn't figure out what had happened, she was sure that the soul in the body in front of her was no longer the original soul. "I said I was just passing by. I have no intention of conflicting with you.
The cultist was blown to pieces, and there was no point in regretting it. However, although I didn't get any more clues from him, I still got a lot of useful information by "possessing" him.
A sticky and strange crawling and sliding sound was heard, and the surging sea water around the wreckage began to produce abnormal black foam. In the foam, a strange substance like mud gradually surged up and spread towards the direction of Belazov's body little by little.
"I'm... just a nobody," she raised her head and looked into Duncan's eyes, trying to force a smile, "I don't know the full picture of the plan, you..."
This body... agrees to obey orders.
The smoke jellyfish suddenly trembled violently, and the black cracks that spread around it shattered in the blink of an eye, making a sharp tearing sound.
The tall, thin woman blinked.
As he spoke, he shook his head.
The Dark Demon is chaotic and unintelligent, but driven by instinct, it seems to be able to "understand advice."
She didn't know what was happening, but at that moment, all her intuitions suddenly started beating violently, and a terrible sense of crisis seemed to overflow from her soul and permeate her mind. She stared at the body that had opened its eyes again, and instinctively wanted to step back, but found that her legs were unwilling to follow the order for a moment!
The jellyfish began to react.
However, the next second, its movement suddenly stopped.
Duncan couldn't help but sigh in his heart: If there wasn't that dark demon, it would have been easier for him to get some information by continuing to pretend to be a dying general.
All that was left in the air was a cloud of black smoke that was constantly dissipating—it was the smoke jellyfish that quickly disintegrated and disappeared after losing its symbiotic medium.
The tall and thin woman looked at this scene in astonishment, and subconsciously communicated with the "Smoke Jellyfish" again, trying to use the power of the Deep Magic Spell to complete the next ceremony. However, the next second, she saw that the general, who had no reaction, suddenly moved slightly.
The night is deep, and the pale light of the Creation of the World faintly illuminates the distant sea. At the end of the sea, the lights of the city-state coast can be seen.
"My compatriots...you..." The tall and thin woman spread her hands and forced a half-smile on her face, "You will be glorified by me—"
"'If it's not this queen, then what's behind it?" Duncan slowly stood up. His sturdy height allowed him to even look down at the cultist opposite him. He stared into the other's eyes and spoke in a serious and calm tone, "The queen you are talking about, are you referring to the Frost Queen, 'Leonora,'?"
"It took a lot of effort," the tall and thin woman shook her head, her tone beginning to show some emotion, "Damn it, it's definitely not this queen... Pfft."
Something is wrong!
She lowered her head in surprise.
"Not good," the burly figure lying in the center of the wreckage, almost burnt to charcoal, opened his eyes again and calmly looked at the Annihilation Cultist who coexisted with the Deep Demon, "Continue, 'If it weren't for this queen,
What's behind it?"
The most useful piece of information was undoubtedly the other party's final mention of "the Queen".
"Starting to be polite?" Duncan raised his eyebrows, thinking that the cultist in front of him was smarter than the two he saw in the cemetery. "Then why don't you tell me what you and your compatriots are planning, and what does what you are going to do have to do with the Frost Queen?"
As he spoke, his gaze was placed behind the cultist, looking at the smoke jellyfish floating in the air.
Duncan only had time to raise his hand, and the dark green flame turned into a curtain, blocking and transforming the oncoming flames and impact. By the time the explosion dissipated and the surrounding sea surface gradually returned to calm, the cultist had already been reduced to ashes.
Duncan stared at the scene in amazement. It took him a long time to react. He could only sigh at the few fragments floating in the distance of the wreckage, "These weird guys are really... Well, they don't have to be stupid to believe in a cult."
Duncan exhaled, walked towards the edge of the wreckage, and at the same time called Ai in his heart, ready to let it take him to the nearby coast.
Duncan raised his hand to rub his chin and raised his eyes thoughtfully.