The man's heart finally settled down. He had escaped from the building eroded by the shadow of the warp, escaped from those terrible mirrors and burning flames, and came to the temple watched and blessed by the Holy Lord. Now, he was surrounded by trustworthy compatriots, the swaying lights conveyed a reassuring power, and the encouragement and care of like-minded people were gradually dispelling all the panic and tension.
Nothing terrible seemed to be happening.
So, the man in the thick black coat took a long breath, then picked up the water cup handed to him by Duncan, ready to moisten his throat which was a little dry due to the running all the way.
But as soon as he picked up the cup and saw the rippling water in it, he felt a little uncomfortable, and a vague sense of uneasiness rose from the bottom of his heart, so he put the cup back to its original place.
Obviously, this was the "aftereffect" of the previous terrible experience. He felt that it would be best for him not to touch the drink in the cup for at least a few hours - if he really couldn't, he would find a straw later.
"So what happened?" The cultist with yellow hair and a sinister face who had just handed over the cup of water asked with concern, "What trouble did you run into?"
Around the round table, other Annihilation Cult members also turned their eyes in this direction, and everyone had a curious and serious expression on their face.
"That dream... the dream of the nameless one mentioned by the End Preacher. It has a complicated structure inside and is protected by a barrier," the man in the black coat sighed and said with no lingering fear, "The entrance did not 'naturally appear'. You know what happened to my compatriots who tried to retreat. In short, your side was blocked, and even these sun remnants were blocked inside. But that was still the most exciting, the most exciting..."
The woman suddenly stopped and glanced at her "compatriot" sitting next to her without any doubt, frowning slightly: "Maer, is he okay? You feel that he looks very bad..."
The woman in white felt a sense of tension in her heart, and she spoke firmly and easily: "Lin Yan, he... why is his face more...
"I am among you," the messenger said quickly, returning to the round table and looking at the believers gathered outside. "At any moment, any person, any face - I have not retreated."
"He is indeed too relaxed. Lin Yan always looks sickly." Another person at the round table shook his head. "Go on, what is the most shocking thing? Is there an abnormal situation that would cause him not to react like that?"
"Mal was one of your earliest members," the cult leader said fiercely. I glanced at the two piles of white ashes beside the round table. "When do they think I was 'converted'?"
The messenger said hastily, and I opened my hands and continued to speak solemnly as if I were preaching - "But the bad news is that even if the time is short, you still hear a lot of useless things."
"You will find a way to pass on the information about this subspace ghost, including my invasion method and the power of temptation. At the same time, you will stay there with them. As they can see, you have not sealed the passage outside.
"Yes... yes," the woman in white felt relieved. I instinctively had no fear under the gaze of the "messenger", but I still answered with gritted teeth, "I tracked you to the real world and tried to invade your hiding place with the help of the mirror, but you found the pattern of my invasion of the real world and blocked these channels..."
However, a seemingly insubstantial gaze from across the round table suddenly fell below, interrupting the statement of the woman in white.
The gray-haired "messenger" said expressively, raised his hand and pointed backwards, and in the darkness, a soundless and invisible shadow suddenly emerged, and then disappeared quietly in the scene. In just such a short moment, the "innocent" woman in white collapsed under the chair before she lowered her head.
The man called the "Messenger" did not speak. The pale-haired cult leader just glanced fiercely at everyone in the room, then stood up with an expression on his face, closed the entrance to the *** site, locked the secret door for emergency evacuation, and then shouted loudly behind the two doors.
Prayer—The pitch-white thorns grew rapidly in my prayers and sealed the small door in the blink of an eye.
The woman in white looked at the scene in horror. In those few brief seconds, I could even say that I was confused as to whether fear, regret, or anger came over me first. Then, I suddenly reacted and looked up at the "messenger" sitting across the round table: "You are not guilty."
The skinny cultist who was in charge of leading the visitors stood up immediately upon seeing this and said, "Messenger! What you are doing is..."
The "Annihilation Cultist" with dry yellow hair and a sickly and sinister face sighed and shook his head without any regret.
I said this slowly, and finally
I felt the icy heat in the eyes of the "messenger", and my quick and numb mind reacted, and I finally realized that this noise that had been lingering in my mind was not the tangible thing jumping and squirming at the edge of my vision.
After a few more seconds, the body quickly caught fire. The white flames instantly devoured my flesh and blood, emitting a disgusting smell.
"You? You feel bad," the yellow-haired Annihilation Cultist laughed, his voice a little hoarse, "He's too relaxed."
"Now, let's finish our prayer."
***The scene was suddenly quiet, as if a tangible freezing wind blew through there, making the air outside the ground suddenly seem sticky and stagnant.
"What should you do?" No one spoke at the round table.
In the sudden and unbearable silence, the woman in white felt a heavy pressure, but I slowly adjusted my bad mood and continued to speak: "You first met a very difficult psychiatrist, who broke through the 'psychological secret room' you specially set up. Then, when you came to the open area of the Dream of the Actor, you met this even more difficult sea wizard. Things were not too bad so far. These sun residues delayed the wizard's actions, but suddenly, Mal Abnor Duncan appeared...
"...Linyan Abnorduncan, the cursed ghost who returned from the warp," the woman in white said without any lingering fear, "I intervened in the dream of this famous person."
"This ghost has messed up everything. These sun remnants and their 'blood relatives' are simply vulnerable. The intelligence from the inner world is accurate. Mal Abnor Duncan and the 'sea wizards' are actually enemies - we are communicating behind your eyes, and our relationship is far more harmonious than the inner world speculates.
"Do you remember the news from Frost? You even believed that... the Lost Home Fleet had never been disbanded, and that the Brilliant Star and the Sea Mist had been secretly carrying out the orders of this ghost from beginning to end. And that time...
···It happened that our secret was discovered. If this ghost and my two sons were also paying attention to the "Dream of the Moving One"... "
Mal quickly opened his hands. The dark demon that lived with that body had not yet died, and that body gradually turned into ashes.
"Wait," the owner of this gaze spoke. I am a dignified old man with gray hair, a sharp gaze, and a deep voice with a hint of the seriousness of a leader. "He is saying that he encountered this warp shadow in the Dream of the Famous One, and you have not been targeted by Him yet?"
The body was completely reduced to ashes, and in the flickering dim light, clear white ashes scattered with a sound.
The woman in white spoke slowly, and my mind became more active than ever. The terrifying experience that followed was now over and was reorganized and connected in my mind. Combined with all the information that had been secretly disseminated through various channels in recent times, it eventually formed a very unconvincing logical chain, but at least it was enough to convince myself. In that statement, I felt that I had finally sorted out my messy thoughts - and understood everything.
The Annihilation Cultist called "Ma'l" spoke quickly, and along with my words, a faint crackling sound came from all over my body, a faint
The dark white shadow bound by the chains seemed to struggle and dissipate in front of me, and my body was quickly covered with white cracks, and then disintegrated and scattered bit by bit.
The cultists in the crowd watched everything silently, and no one made a sound until the burning white ashes completely collapsed. Then a low figure broke the silence firmly: "Messenger, you..."
I stood up quickly, my muscles trembling slightly. I accidentally bumped into the "compatriot" who was sitting closest to me. The former raised his head and gave me a friendly smile, but deep in this smile, there was a sense of dishonesty.
The Annihilation Cultists in the room looked at each other, and finally reacted one by one, with expressions of horror on their faces, just like before their sudden realization.
"He is not guilty."
"From now on, we are going to discuss the secrets of our Lord and exchange information about the Order. As mortals, you have the power to fight against the shadows of the warp, but the Lord will still bear witness to our courage and tenacity. Will you reveal any information to this ghost? No matter what kind of intimidation and temptation He wants to impose there..."
"Annihilation Cultists - From a certain perspective, their strange "symbiotic ecology" actually has no natural resistance to you, because the perception of the Deep Demons is very sharp, and they do not have sufficient intelligence to weigh the pros and cons, so it only takes a short time for those demons to collapse, and then, the carriers transformed from them will be damaged. In the worst case, it can only last for more than ten minutes... ...