Goat Head was very panicked now, extremely panicked - although the captain told it not to panic, its head almost went into vibration mode the moment it heard the news.
Even Alice, who was standing next to him, was so frightened that her head almost dropped off after hearing the news brought by the captain - she was so frightened that she still hasn't put it back on.
"You mean... every individual in the ancient Crete Kingdom from top to bottom was copied from a part of my remains," the goat-headed man stared, "and it was the Saint Lord of the Deep who copied them?"
"Yes," Duncan nodded. "This also explains many historical problems about the ancient Kingdom of Crete that have always been hanging in front of scholars, such as why this ancient kingdom left almost no systematic cultural data - because they were a short-lived ethnic group that was 'created' for the 'Genesis' and did not originally have its own cultural system; for example, why the 'remains' of the Cretans are distributed on islands that are not suitable for survival at all, or even shrouded in visions, because all the ancient cities of Crete were built as infrastructure during the Genesis, and they were not intended to serve as settlements..."
The goat-headed man's tone became increasingly complicated: "You know that's not what I'm concerned about..."
"... It was a bit shocking to suddenly learn that an ancient tribe was actually one's 'descendants'," Duncan was silent for a moment, and could only try to keep a straight face and say, "To be honest, I was also quite surprised when I first heard the news..."
At this time, Alice, who had not interrupted the conversation, suddenly spoke up: "But...but...but...the mountain..."
"Put the head back on first before you talk," Duncan rolled his eyes at the puppet helplessly, "It's scary to sit next to it with your head in your arms."
Alice didn't put her head back on after she was scared off. She just sat next to Duncan, holding her head and concentrating on eating melon. When she was reminded, she hurriedly reacted. She said "Oh" and quickly put her head on his neck. She immediately spoke fluently: "But Goat Head is the main god of the elves. If you have to say it, all the elves in the world can be considered his descendants. He should be able to accept it..."
"That's easy to say," the goat-head immediately turned his head away, with resentment as if it was about to burst out from the base, "I was sleeping and half of my body was taken away to be used as a culture medium, okay? And if it was just an ancient tribe, it would be fine, but this time there was a group of end-time preachers as well! I felt that there was something wrong with those weird 'preachers' at the beginning, and when I got on the ship, I lay down and kissed the deck without saying a word. I tell you, if the material hadn't allowed it, I would have had goose bumps at that time - I get goose bumps even now when I think about it! What the hell is going on? I woke up after a good sleep..."
Seeing that Goat-Head had quickly entered the chattering mode, Duncan had to knock on the table twice to quiet down the agitated first mate, and then he coughed twice to break the silence: "Ahem, the Preacher of the End was once a normal Cretan."
The goat-head was stunned for a moment, and turned his neck reluctantly: "I know this... Now I know... And even now, some of them are not that crazy... But..."
It kept saying "but" for a long time but couldn't come up with any clear idea. It just muttered for a long time, and finally all of it turned into a helpless sigh. It lowered its head and said no more.
Alice couldn't help but look at the goat's head twice more, then raised her head and looked at Duncan somewhat at a loss. After a while, she hesitated and said, "Captain... The first mate doesn't seem very happy."
"It's not that it's happy or unhappy. It just suddenly got some shocking news. It needs to rest and think calmly for some time." Duncan sighed softly and stood up from the navigation table. "Let's not disturb it."
"Oh," Alice agreed, and stood up from her chair obediently, following Duncan to the captain's room. When she passed the edge of the chart table, she stopped again, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out her hand and touched the goat's head, "You should have a good rest... You will teach me how to cook southern dishes later..."
Duncan listened on the side and couldn't help but twitching his eyes, but this time he didn't say anything. He just shook his head silently and turned to walk towards the deck outside the door.
The sea breeze is gentle, the waves are rising and falling, and the sea in the distance is sparkling. It is still a good day.
Duncan and Alice strolled onto the deck, and then found that Vanna had also come to the deck at some point. She was leaning against the side of the ship, enjoying the wind and looking into the distance as if she was worried about something.
The sea breeze blowing from the border lifted Vanna's silver hair. She heard the movement behind her, turned around, lifted her long hair, and smiled: "Captain, Alice."
"I thought you should talk more with Helena," Duncan nodded and walked to the side of the ship. "Such important information will surely have a great impact on everyone."
"Yes, such important information - so Her Holiness probably won't have much time to chat with me next," Vanna laughed and shook her head. "She should still be in a meeting with several other Your Holinesses... Whether it's the origin of the ancient Kingdom of Crete, the future of our world called 'Sanctuary', or those... crazy 'End of the World Survey Teams', it's enough to make many people lose a lot of hair."
“…After that, has there been any further activity from Anomaly 004?” Duncan asked.
"No," Vanna shook her head. "After you left, we left a few surveillance personnel, and they reported that there has been no movement in the venue so far... In the past, even if the main body of the mausoleum did not appear, there would be some strange noises or shadows in the venue from time to time... It seems that just as you said, Anomaly 004 is really completely closed off from the outside world."
"... Just like the 'sun' above our heads, the 'mausoleum' has reached the end of its lifespan and its mission is over," Duncan said calmly. "The gravekeeper has reminded us not to respond to any messages from the mausoleum in the future, let alone send anyone in... If anything comes out of the mausoleum, even if it's the gravekeeper himself who walks out of it, you must not respond but get away from it immediately... That's no longer the Vision 004 you know."
"We know that His Holiness the Pope has warned all the saints. From now on, Vision 004 will become a completely forbidden place. Except for a team of ascetics who will be stationed at the edge of the gathering place to monitor the situation, no one will approach the 'Tomb of the Unknown King'..."
Vanna whispered, and gradually fell silent again. After a few seconds, she suddenly sighed: "... Another thing is over."
Yes, another thing is over - but what is she referring to? Is it this very special "gathering"? Or is it the "watch-summon-listen" process for the tomb of the nameless king that has become a routine in the Church of the Four Gods for thousands of years? Or... a legacy left by the ancient creators for this world
Regardless, they are over.
"Did the gravekeeper tell you anything about the 'Sun'?" After a moment of silence, Vanna suddenly asked, "Did he mention how the 'Sun' was built, or... is there any way to repair it, or even extend its..."
Duncan shook his head slightly.
"He is just a guard. After all systems were shut down and all engineers and designers left, his life and death were imprisoned by the observation station that turned into a vision. He has told me everything he knows, but the sun..."
Duncan paused and looked out to sea in the distance.
Vision 001-The sun is moving slowly across the sky, like an old man staggering towards his destination.
"The sun is a huge project built by the 'Creeping King' and the entire Cretan race. This is not something a single guard can understand."
“…That’s right,” Vanna shook her head self-deprecatingly, “I expected too much.”
"Yes, but it doesn't matter, because this is the problem I will solve next." Duncan glanced at Vanna and said gently, "Let's go find the 'designer' of the deep sea era - start by opening a door."
As his voice fell, a slight creaking sound was heard from deep inside the cabin of the Lost Homeland. Then, Vanna felt a slight vibration under her feet, and then, the translucent spirit sail slowly appeared on the mast -
The Lost Homeland began to slowly adjust its posture and turn its bow. This huge and majestic ghost ship slowly pointed its bow towards the distant sea - the magnificent and boundless mist that stood hazily at the edge of the world.
…
At Breeze Harbor, the solemn and sacred Storm Cathedral was still quietly docked near the coastline. A priest in a blue and black robe walked through the corridors and arches of the upper church area and almost ran to the door of the Pope's prayer room: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! That ship, the Lost Homeland, has moved! It suddenly changed course ten minutes ago and sped away from Breeze Harbor!"
"I know," Helena's voice came from the prayer room. Her voice was magnetic and seemed to have a calming magic. "Don't make such a fuss. It's just time."
After she finished speaking, the graceful and elegant lady turned her head and focused her attention on the ritual brazier in front of her again.
Part of her spirit went deep into the brazier, still remaining in the channel created by psychic communication.
"... The Lost Homeland has already set off. Vanna just sent me a message... Yes, the Tide is already on the way with its escort ships. They will arrive at the agreed assembly point on time...
"Banster, where is your fleet of death?"
A gloomy voice came into Helena's mind: "It's the 'Rest' and the 'No Rest', Helena."
"Well, it's all the same... Where are they?"
"They have already set off, don't worry—we will all arrive on time."
(End of this chapter)