Deep Sea Embers Chapter 299: Undead pastime
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The captain often utters some strange words, the meaning of which is obscure and the way of word formation is also unconstrained, but the crew on the Lost Country often take it easy.
After all, there was a pigeon on board who used even weirder and more incomprehensible words—and the communication between the captain and the pigeon had always been smooth, which meant that those strange words were not the captain's fault.
It is a question of poor comprehension by short-sighted mortals.
Anyway, those who don't understand will be regarded as subspace dialects.
Morris didn't ask what "PTSD" meant, but silently digested the information the captain had just revealed, while Duncan didn't hide anything, and told about his experience in the cemetery last night.
He mainly wants to hear from "professionals".
Duncan's narration 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 Fan who had been silently by himself Na didn't even hold back her curiosity, she quietly came to the long table and eavesdropped.
"The Annihilation Cultist..." After listening to Duncan's story, the first one who frowned was indeed the most knowledgeable Morris, "Why are they interested in corpses..."
"Shouldn't Oblivion 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 they delve into the knowledge of the demon domain and the summoning domain. They are not interested in the flesh and blood in the world—not just They have no interest, and it can even be said that they despise and like it, because they firmly believe that the flesh and blood in the world are weak and filthy, and the deep demons and the deep gods are the original forms of "pure sanctity". How could a group of heretics go to the cemetery to steal the corpse?"
"I can't imagine," Aiden shook his head, "The world in the eyes of 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 an old man with pale skin and shriveled figure standing on the edge of the deck. The corresponding half of the body presents a damp texture as if soaked in sea water.
A dense cloud of smoke escaped from the gaps in the collar, cuffs and chest pocket of his crew uniform, covering his entire upper body in a cloud of black smoke.
"The Oblivion Cultists are not interested in earthly flesh and blood—but surely this is not a 'from earthly flesh and blood,'?" Duncan raised his head, looking seriously into Aiden's eyes, "Even, this It may not be 'flesh and blood' at all."
"You mean..."
After a long absence, the Seamist finally returned to its home port.
Fan Na was stunned for a while: ".....ah? What?"
"He was dragged to the deep sea by his own symbiotic demon," Agou explained casually, "Annihilation believers, tsk, no matter how much these **** worship the Lord of the deep, no matter how much they tie the deep devil to themselves Together, they will still be regarded as human beings after they run to the real deep depths-these uncontrolled demons only recognize breath, and they will tear him alive."
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Drips of wine flowed out from the side of his cheeks that were cracked due to the sunken skull.
Listening to Duncan's analysis, Aiden thought thoughtfully: "Oh... then this will be a bit of fun."
Noticing the captain's gaze, Fanna raised her head in a jerk, and the hideous bones all over her body crackled together.
Although I knew from the very beginning that the heretics in this world believed more and more evilly, but the enthusiasm of the Annihilation Cultists to challenge the limits of aesthetics was a bit too evil!
Fu Li shrugged, picked up the pipe and took another deep breath, then held his breath again, his whole body was filled with smoke.
"So that's what happened," Aiden rubbed his chin and muttered thoughtfully, "No wonder this guy looked reluctant when he was dragged in..."
"What you said reminded me," Aiden touched his chin and said thoughtfully, "the body I occupied at that time had a very strange 'collapse' shortly after leaving the coffin. Solve "phenomenon, skin and
The muscles disintegrate and fall down like dry and cracked soil, and these cultists seem to have expected this..."
"Will he be torn apart by other ghost demons?" Fu Li muttered, and then he couldn't help but think of the previous events, "Wait, but I remember that you and Fanna used similar methods to escape—just In front of me, you jumped into the crack leading to the deep realm."
Listening to the old scholar's explanation, Aiden also frowned subconsciously.
The bullet hole in his chest is still emitting green smoke.
Mentioning the great achievement at the beginning, Ah Gou's expression was a bit weird, but soon he waved his hand: "This is different. When Fanna takes me on a run, she will always protect me desperately. Try to confuse my aura, but it can't get through, so it fights with other deep demons - so every time it uses that trick to escape, it will be injured all over.
Standing on the edge of the deck, the first mate Shirley carefully stuffed the fine tobacco from Purland into an ancient short-stemmed pipe, lit it with a lighter, and took a deep puff comfortably with the cigarette holder in her mouth.
The Sea Mist returned from the cool central waters. Although it did not bring back any success that time, it did bring back gifts and specialties from afar—fine wine presented to the "Sea Mist Venture Capital Company" by the Purdue authorities and souvenirs, as well as tobacco, cloth and handicrafts purchased by the captain, these things are good things for the hot and closed secret island.
The Annihilation Cultists despise the flesh and blood in the world, and they lead "existences with pure and holy nature in the deep realm"? They even think that Youyou Demon and Youyou Lord have that kind of "purity and sanctity"?
"...It's good to be kind." The old pastor couldn't help but sigh.
This is Seamist's chaplain, Will.
Fu Li frowned slightly. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly thought of something: "So, the key is not the body you occupied at that time."
"No one said you were." Aiden said flatly.
Fu Li looked at the old pastor for a while, and suddenly said: "Let me teach you a trick? Your bottle of wine can last for several days..."
After the old pastor finished speaking, he picked up the big wine bottle and brought it to his mouth, and took a sip with his head raised.
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Fu Li turned his neck, looked at the smoke surrounding him, and then took a look at his collar.
"Purity? Sanctity?" Fu Li looked at the dark hound strangely, "Even the original form of life?"
"Actually, there's nothing wrong with being undead. I can't play like this when I'm alive."
On the edge of the secret island shrouded in ice floes, turbulent currents and mist, the steel battleship with a high bow is docking steadily at the end of the trestle bridge. The undead sailors are busy in the cold wind and mist, some of them are checking the ship The other part is checking the goods, or directing the crane on the shore to lift the cargo box from the cabin to the shore.
"Cool tobacco fills a hole in the soul—but a physical hole is another story, right."
"Tsk tsk, anyway, I don't dare to say anything else, this female cultist who ran away must be dead at this time," Agou smashed his mouth, and said, "It's definitely a kind of dead body .”
"The technique is not good," the old pastor shook his head, "It's mainly because of nausea, and pantothenic acid started from 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, as well as entertainment and hobbies. need these things.
Aiden looked up at Duncan, who quickly added: "Probably because of professional habits~IndoMTL.com~ I am very concerned about the purpose of these heresies, just like what Mr. Morris said just now, the abnormal Annihilation Cultist None of them are interested in flesh and blood in the world, so these believers who appeared in the cemetery are even more suspicious."
Aiden hadn't thought about what would happen to this cultist who ran away, but he couldn't help being startled when he heard Fu Li's words at that time: "Why do you say that?"
When he said this casually, Fu Li next to him immediately reacted: "Who knows how their brains grow, I'm not an obliteration cultist."
Then he held his breath and exerted himself.
Just at
At this time, Duncan, who had been staying by the side without opening a word, seemed to finally be unable to bear it anymore. He moved a little closer to the long table: "These heretics...they didn't want to try to take me out of the cemetery. Besides, is there any other action?"
Because their souls always feel cold and empty, they need the hot creations of civilization to fill these holes.
"Other deep demons are another matter - like the one you mentioned just now, it will protect its master. Right Fanna?"
"This is the 'suicide bird,'" Fan Na raised her head, and while responding to A Gou, she carefully glanced at Fu Li, "Normal deep demons will indeed take the initiative to protect their masters, they have no 'heart at all. ,, Acting with the Annihilation Cultists is only because they are restricted by the symbiosis contract, and once they run into the deep sea, they will immediately lose control, this cultist is dead."
Aiden couldn't help but look at Fan Na beside the table—this guy was dragged over by A Gou directly, and he was lying on the floor at this time, holding a new vocabulary book with his paws and reading it seriously , the beautiful skeleton head dangling.