Chapter 508 – The Popes of the Four Gods
Chapter 508 – The Popes of the Four Gods
When the storm descends, mortals will scatter in all directions due to the roar of the thunder – however, the thunder itself does not care about the attitude of the mortals, its roar simply stems from its own existence, just as the existence of the Lost Country ship is enough in itself to interfere with the order of the entire Boundless Sea.
Under this premise, it is pointless to consider whether Captain Duncan cares about being treated as a heretic by the Church of Mortals, as this is overestimating the influence of earthly beings on the Subspace Shadow – and if you think about it from a different perspective, it seems that the image of the Lost Country in the eyes of the civilized world is not that great. And on a different note, it seems that the Lost Country itself was never seen as much better than a “heretic” by civilized worlds in the first place ……
“I’ll be discussing this with the three popes, Helene, Banister, and Frem,” Lunn told Maurice, “There’s bound to be skepticism and panic amongst the bishops, but the four of us should be able to harmonize our attitudes soon enough – regardless of the source. -regardless of the source, at least the ‘warning’ itself needs to be taken seriously.”
“I knew you’d be sensible about this,” Morris said with a hint of relief in his voice, “you’re still the same as you were then.”
“You’re a very different man than you were back then, Maurice,” Lune said with a sigh in his tone, “When I first heard that you’d fallen into a downward spiral, many people sighed at the prospect of it, I didn’t think that you’d regrouped so quickly, much less that your regrouping… …even became a member of the Lost Country. Honestly, the things that have shocked me in these thousand years have been few and far between, and this is considered one of the things that shocked me the most.”
“Life on the ship is actually not bad – one could even say it’s better than being in a city-state, and while life at sea brings with it some hassles, here I’m seeing new things almost every day, dealing with all sorts of things previously unheard of… …”
“You sound like a completely proud ‘crew’ for your ship now,” Lune couldn’t help but speak up, “I’m really a little curious as to what exactly you’ve been doing on that ship? ”
Morris was silent for half a minute.
Many things came to his mind – giving lessons to spectral demons, cursed mannequins, and demonic contractors, biking the ship in the spirit world, eating deep-sea scions, accompanying the sun shard to read books, and watching the latter red-roast all sorts of heretical filth that ran out of the books every day ……
“…… positive and healthy academic research.” Morris said seriously.
“Oh, that sounds like a good thing,” Lune nodded, but couldn’t help but caution, “but I’d still say that you should be on your guard; perhaps, as you say, that ‘Captain Duncan’ really has regained his humanity, but as a mortal, living on the Lost Country ship spending time with a subspace shadow is a dangerous thing in itself, you should be cautious about touching all unknown things to avoid your spirit and cognition being affected ……”
“Thank you for the reminder, Sensei, but rest assured, you know that I’ve always been a cautious student – even when I was conducting those most dangerous researches in the academy, I made sure to be prepared for anything, and I’ve never had an accident.”
Lune, who had already resumed his seat behind the desk, fell silent at those words.
This elf old man’s mind, however, could not help but recall the light when Maurice was studying in the Truth Academy many years ago.
Cautious …… It is true that there are many cautious students in the academy, but everyone’s understanding of this word is not so compatible.
There is a kind of student who will first try to isolate and seal the book when they see a dangerous tome and avoid touching it from afar, this is called caution.
There is also a kind of students, in contact with forbidden knowledge will be the first time to pour half a kilogram of mixed magic potion, hang all the amulets, and then prepare three of the largest caliber pistols – they also call this prudent.
The second kind of student has a high chance of dying violently, but as long as they survive, they tend to be highly accomplished, and those legendary scholars who are the most outstanding in the Academy of Truth are often of this kind.
But none of even the most legendary set could reach the heights of running to the Lost Country ship to talk and laugh with a subspace evil god.
After a long time of silence, the old elf behind the desk finally broke the silence softly, “Morris ……”
“Teacher you speak.”
“…… You are doing great things.”
“Thank you for your expectations.”
“No, what I mean is, if one day you poke a basket that’s just too big, always tell me in advance, I’ll help if I can, and I’ll run ahead if I can’t.”
“……”
The connection established by the psychic communication disconnected, and the resonance on the level of thought and perception receded like a tidal wave, and Lune narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the departure of his erstwhile apprentice, and did not fully relax until he was sure that Maurice’s consciousness was safely out of the psychic channel.
And a faint, eerie noise that seemed like countless people murmuring remained ensconced in his mind, taking a long time to dissipate.
Feeling the effect of that noise on his own mind, Lune couldn’t help but sigh softly.
“…… Permanent critical mass of insanity, yet still remaining sane and awake …… This is an incredible situation. Is this also the influence exerted by that ‘captain’?”
Muttering softly to himself, this elven old man, perhaps the most learned of mortals, shook his head before sitting quietly at his desk, as if waiting for someone to pay a visit to his door.
He did not wait long. The illusory and blurred sound of waves suddenly surfaced in his mind and gradually merged into clear and continuous waves, followed by the calls of fire and death, and Lune sighed at these calls, then glanced at the alchemy container on the table next to him which was still continuing to react, and after confirming that there was enough substance left in the container, he gradually sank his own mind –
This study was the “ritual ground” where he held his psychic communication ceremony, and all the ancient and solemn bookshelves, tomes, and alchemical devices on the desk here were the items needed to perform the ceremony.
The darkness rose up and then dispersed like a fog, and at the end of the deep and dim passageway, the figures of the three popes of the Deep Sea, Death, and the Fire Bearer appeared.
Lune walked through the passageway and arrived in front of his three old friends, nodding slightly to greet them and taking the initiative to say without waiting for them to speak, “It looks like you guys got the news as well.”
“Banister and I each received a message from one of our saints,” Deep Sea Pope Helena spoke up while gesturing to the silent and tall figure across from herself, “Frem is just coming in, we just had time to tell him the general situation.”
The tall figure known as Frem nodded gently.
He was the leader of the Fire Bearers, the earthly spokesman of the eternal flame “Tarekin”, and he was perhaps the most striking of the four Popes in terms of appearance – his unusually tall body, his rock-like grayish skin, and the metallic lines on the surface of his skin indicated that he was of the same race. lines spoke of his race.
He is a strong Sanguine, wearing the dark gold robes that represent the status of the Pope of the Firebringers, with short, gray hair and an angular face that looks silent and extraordinarily serious.
In the past period of time, this Fire Transmitter Pope had been patrolling the borders of civilized worlds with his own patrol fleet, rarely attending the gatherings of the Four Worlds, and this was the first time he had made an appearance in recent times.
“I haven’t quite figured out the situation yet,” Frem spoke up, his voice so low it sounded as if it came out of a rock, “I don’t have any Saints here that have been abducted to that ship yet.”
Next to her, Helena frowned strangely at that, and spoke in a low voice, “We don’t have Saints abducted onto it either ……”
“They approached Captain Duncan, they were wary of Captain Duncan, they identified with Captain Duncan, they joined Captain Duncan,” Frem glanced at Helena, the expression on his face still like a stone, “abducted up there, in my opinion.”
Helena: “……”
Pope Banister, the tall, thin-faced Death Pope on the side, saw this and coughed softly, “It’s not the first day you’ve known Frem, he’s always been like this.”
“…… Well,” Helena was speechless for a moment and slowly nodded, “we’re not here today to discuss things like ‘saints abducted onto ships’. What we’re here to discuss is the signaling from the Lost Country.”
Lune looked up, “Is there anything you wish to ask?”
“Yes,” Helena said immediately, her gaze falling on Lune, “I’d like to know what’s going on with those giant biological tissues underneath the Citadel? From the description, that thing looks very much like the ‘Leviathan’ behemoth that holds the Church Ark …… Are they the same thing or not?”
“All four Church Arks were built by the Truth Academy, including the technology to ‘resurrect’ and control the Leviathan, which was also developed by you,” Banister also looked at Lune immediately after and spoke, “but you never revealed where exactly you But you have never revealed where you found those ‘Leviathan’ corpses, let alone the connection between those Leviathan beasts and the bottom structure of the city-state. …… We have reason to think that Academy of Truth holds some special ‘truth’.”
For his part, Frem didn’t say anything, but just kept that stone-like face and calmly gazed into Lune’s eyes.
However, in the face of these three rather pressurized gazes, Lune just spread his hands open frankly.
“I also don’t know what exactly is that underneath the city-state.”
“You don’t know?” Helena’s eyes widened slightly, “Truth Academy ‘resurrected’ four Leviathans, yet you say you don’t know what’s going on with the ‘Leviathans’ at the bottom of the city-state?”
Lune, however, just calmly asked a rhetorical question, “The Storm Goddess Gemona is the Queen of the Leviathans – as the Storm Goddess’s Favorite, do you know more than me?”
Helena frowned and didn’t say anything.
“I’m sure you’ve tried asking the same Leviathan Behemoth that carries the Storm Cathedral, and it figured it couldn’t give you any answers – because even they, themselves, don’t know much about their own species.”
Lune sighed, shaking his head gently.
“The history of our world is shattered, and even the giants from the ancient past cannot clearly recall what happened before the Great Annihilation, and you know, that ‘Captain Duncan’ even gave a name to this phenomenon… …
“He called it – the ‘Limit of Vision’ in the dimension of time.”
(End of chapter)