The captain often uses some strange words, whose meanings are obscure and whose word formation is also fanciful, but the crew members on the Lost Homeland tend to take it easy.
After all, there was a pigeon on board whose words were even more bizarre and difficult to understand—and the communication between the captain and the pigeon had always been smooth, which meant that those strange words were not the captain's problem.
It is a problem of the inability of short-sighted mortals to understand.
Anyway, anything you don't understand, just treat it as the subspace dialect.
Morris did not ask what "PTSD" meant, but just silently digested the information the captain had just revealed. Duncan did not hide anything and told him about his experience in the cemetery last night.
He mainly wanted to hear the opinions of "professionals".
Duncan's story quickly attracted the attention of several people in the restaurant. Nina was the first to come over, followed by Shirley, Alice and Agou. In the end, even Vanna, who had been quietly staying alone, couldn't resist her curiosity and quietly came to the long table to eavesdrop.
"Annihilation Cultists..." After listening to Duncan's story, the first person to frown was indeed the most knowledgeable Morris, "Why would they be interested in corpses..."
"Shouldn't the Annihilation Cultists be interested in corpses?" Duncan asked curiously.
"They are not necromancers," Morris shook his head. "The Annihilation Cultists follow the Lord of the Deep and delve into the knowledge of the demon realm and the summoning realm. They have no interest in the flesh and blood of the mortal world. Not only are they not interested, they can even be said to despise and like them, because they firmly believe that the flesh and blood of the mortal world are weak and dirty, and the demons and the Lord of the Deep in the depths of the abyss are the original forms with 'purity and holiness'. How could such a group of heretics do such a thing as running to the cemetery to steal corpses?"
"I can't imagine it," Aiden shook his head. "The world seen by these Annihilation Cultists is probably completely different from that of ordinary people."
A hoarse and deep voice suddenly came from behind. Shirley turned her head and saw a pale and shriveled old man standing on the edge of the deck. The old man was wearing a priest's robe. One side of his skull was sunken, and the corresponding half of his body looked damp as if it had been soaked in sea water.
A cloud of smoke oozes out from the collar, cuffs and chest pockets of his crew uniform, covering his entire upper body in black smoke.
"The Annihilation Cultists are not interested in the flesh and blood of the mortal world - but this is definitely not a flesh and blood body from the mortal world, right?" Duncan raised his head and looked into Aiden's eyes seriously, "In fact, this may not even be a flesh and blood body at all."
"you mean.… "
After a long absence, the Sea Mist finally returned to its home port.
Vanna was stunned: "... ..Ah? What?"
"He was dragged into the Abyss by his symbiotic demon," Ah Gou explained casually, "The Annihilation Cultists, tsk, no matter how much these bastards worship the Lord of the Abyss, no matter how much they tie the Abyss demons to themselves, they will still be mistaken for humans when they run to the real depths of the Abyss - these uncontrollable demons only recognize breath, and they will tear him apart alive."
Wine dripped from the side of his cheek, which was cracked due to the depression of his skull.
Listening to Duncan's analysis, Aiden thought: "Oh..... then this is a bit interesting."
Noticing the captain's gaze, Vanna raised her head in surprise, and the hideous bones all over her body crackled.
Although we knew from the beginning that the cultists in this world were more bizarre than each other, the Annihilation Cultists' enthusiasm for challenging the limits of aesthetics was a bit too bizarre!
Fu Li shrugged, picked up the pipe and took another deep breath, then held his breath again, and his whole body was surrounded by smoke.
"So that's what happened," Aiden stroked his chin and muttered thoughtfully, "No wonder this guy looked so reluctant when he was dragged in..."
"What you said reminds me," Aiden touched his chin and said thoughtfully, "The body I occupied at that time showed a very strange 'disintegration' phenomenon shortly after leaving the coffin. The skin and
The muscles disintegrated and fell off like cracked soil, and the cultists seemed to have anticipated this..."
"Will he be torn to pieces by other Abyssal demons?" Fu Li muttered, and then he couldn't help but think of what happened before, "Wait, but I remember that you and Vanna also used a similar method to escape - right in front of me, you jumped into the rift leading to the Abyssal Realm."
Listening to the old scholar's explanation, Aiden frowned subconsciously.
The bullet hole in the chest was still emitting smoke.
When talking about that great achievement, Agou's face was a little strange, but he waved his hand quickly: "This is different. When Vanna took me on the run, she would always protect me desperately. She would try to confuse my breath. If she couldn't get away with it, she would fight with other deep demons - so every time she used that trick to run away, she would get injured.
First mate Shirley stood at the edge of the deck, carefully stuffing the fine tobacco from Pland into an old-style short-handled pipe, lighting it with a lighter, and taking a deep, comfortable puff from the mouthpiece.
The Sea Mist returned from the cool central waters. Although it did not bring back any news of success that time, it did bring back gifts and specialties from afar - fine wine and souvenirs presented by the Pland authorities to the Sea Mist Venture Capital Company, as well as tobacco, cloth and handicrafts purchased by the captain. These things were all good things for the hot, closed and secret island.
The Annihilation Cultists despise the flesh and blood of the mortal world, and they lead "existences with pure holiness in the Abyss"? They even believe that the Abyss Demons and the Abyss Lords possess that kind of "pure holiness"
"... It's good to have a broad mind." The old pastor couldn't help but sigh.
This is Will, the chaplain of the Sea Mist.
Fu Li frowned slightly. He thought for a long time before he suddenly realized something: "So, the key is not the body you occupied at the time."
"No one said you were," Aiden said calmly.
Fu Li looked at the old pastor for a moment, and suddenly said, "Let me teach you a trick. You can drink that bottle of wine for several days..."
After the old pastor finished muttering, he picked up the big bottle of wine, put it to his mouth, tilted his head back and took a sip.
Fu Li turned his neck and looked at the smoke surrounding him, then pulled up his collar to take another look.
"Purity? Holiness?" Fuli looked at the Deep Hound with a strange look in his eyes. "Or even the original form of life?"
"Actually, there's nothing wrong with being an undead. I couldn't do that when I was alive."
At the edge of a secret island shrouded by floating ice, turbulence and fog, the steel battleship with its bow raised high was docked steadily at the end of the pier. Undead sailors were busy in the cold wind and mist, some were checking the status of the ship, while others were counting the cargo or directing the cranes on the shore to lift the cargo boxes from the cabin to the shore.
"Cool tobacco can fill a hole in the soul—but a hole in the body is another matter, right?"
"Tsk tsk, anyway, I dare not say anything else, but this female cultist who escaped must be dead now," Ah Gou smacked his lips and said, "She must have died without a complete body."
"My technique doesn't work," the old priest shook his head. "It's mainly because I feel nauseous, and I've been having sour stomachache since the third time."
Although the undead have not left the world of the living, they still have independent personalities and emotions. They also need a certain quality of life, entertainment and hobbies. In some ways, they even need these things more than the living.
Aiden looked up at Duncan, who quickly added, "It's probably a professional habit. I'm very concerned about the purpose of these heretics. Just like Mr. Morris said just now, abnormal Annihilation cultists are not interested in the flesh and blood of the mortal world, so these cultists who appeared in the cemetery are more suspicious."
Aiden hadn't considered what would happen to the cultist who escaped, but when he heard Fu Li's words, he was shocked: "Why do you say that?"
He said this casually, but Fu Li next to him immediately responded: "Who knows what's going on in their brains? I'm not a member of the Annihilation Cult."
Then he held his breath and pushed harder.
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At this moment, Duncan, who had been standing by and not saying anything, seemed to finally lose his patience. He moved a little closer to the long table and said, "These heretics... apart from trying to take me out of the cemetery, have they done anything else?"
Because their souls always feel cold and empty, they need the hot creations of the civilized world to fill these voids.
"Other deep demons are a different story - like the one you just mentioned, it will protect its master. Right, Vanna?"
"This is the 'Death Bird,'" Vanna raised her head and responded to Agou while carefully glancing at Fu Li. "Normal Abyssal Demons will indeed take the initiative to protect their masters. They have no 'heart' at all. They act together with the Annihilation Cultists only because they are restricted by the symbiotic contract. Once they run to the Abyss, they will immediately lose control. This cultist is dead."
Aiden couldn't help but look at Vanna who was standing next to the table - this girl was dragged here by Agou, and was now lying on the floor, holding a vocabulary book in her two paws and reading it quite seriously, with her beautiful skeleton head shaking from side to side.