Chapter 659 – Changes?

Chapter 659 – Changes?

Like a wave that suddenly surged upwards, the spectral green flames surged into the large assembly hall in an instant and began to spread towards all the Profound Religious on the scene – as if the flames had already been brewing and accumulating on the ship for an unknown amount of time, and between the rises they even emitted the roar of wind and thunder!

Shouting and roaring came from all directions in an instant, almost all the Profound Demons reacted to the green flames the moment they appeared, the weaker demons began to lose control on the spot, and even the stronger demons refused to obey the orders of the symbiote under great fear and instinct, dark Profound rifts began to appear in the sky above the assembly hall, and the worshippers and clerics who were dragged away by the demons wailed and disappeared into the rifts. The demons dragged the worshippers and clerics away, wailing as they disappeared into the uncontrolled chasms – the few remaining “lucky” ones were forced to meet the sudden intrusion of the enemy in a hurry.

There was a messy hail of gunfire, and a few more ill-conceived spells landed where Duncan and Alice stood.

But the flames were like a wall, and these feeble attacks were exhausted before they could even get close to those flames; the bullets were colored a ghostly green in the flames and landed harmlessly on the ground, and the missiles and acid conjured up by demonic power turned into new flames in mid-air, instead turning around and flying back in the direction they had come from.

Alice watched the thrilling scene with wide-eyed amazement, surrounded by strange demons and cultists mad with fear, but she wasn’t afraid – she had followed the captain here to “see what was going on”, and there was a lot of action going on.

Soon, however, she decided that it was a bit too noisy.

She looked in the direction of the loudest ones, frowned, raised her hand and beckoned, and invisible threads fluttered into her hand – the captain had told her before she left that the people in this hall were all cultists, and cultists could not be counted as people.

As a result, with this doll lady as the center, countless Annihilationists instantly went rigidly still, and then one by one, they began to be transformed into dolls.

However, just at that moment, a low, drumbeat-like sound suddenly came from the center of the hall, and a huge power instantly erupted, even briefly suppressing the spirit fire spreading around in the hall and terminating Alice’s doll manipulation.

The saint on the high platform finally moved – his eye stalks raised high, countless crisscrossing black skeletons like some kind of folded up limbs clicked around the brain, and stretched outward, extended, supported, originally like a skeleton cage-like “body The original skeleton cage-like “body” quickly changed into a spider-like form, and the horrifying brain was carried in the center of the skeleton spider, which shook, and from the rising and shrinking and writhing veins came the “thumping” sound of what sounded like a drumbeat and a heartbeat.

Duncan watched in amazement as the saint suddenly rose from the platform, and watched as the skeletal spider clambered over the edge of the platform, sending a series of chaotic hissing noises in its direction.

His expression was one of surprise – for he hadn’t expected the thing on the platform to be any uglier.

But before they could sigh twice, Duncan and Alice heard the terrified and desperate cries of the Annihilation Magi dying from all parts of the hall.

It was those cultists who had survived the first round of demonic loss of control, escaped the first wave of flames, and managed to save their lives in Alice’s mannequin transformation – in the midst of the howls, their bodies suddenly began to swell, and in the blink of an eye, their original human bodies were twisted into all sorts of horrifyingly ghastly postures, and countless traces of rising and writhing appeared just beneath their skin. Under their skin, as if another uncontrollable shell had appeared in their bodies, and was about to break out of their skin –

In the blink of an eye, the bodies of those cultists just tore themselves apart and turned into puddles of blood and flesh scattered on the ground, and along with their sudden deaths, the symbiotic demons linked to them also began to collapse and disintegrate one by one.

But those collapsed demons didn’t directly dissipate.

They transformed into drifting black smoke and began to continuously pour into the air above the high platform in the center of the hall.

The “Saint” raised his black skeleton and limbs on the platform, and the black smoke released from the death of the profound demons was madly absorbed by the shrinking and writhing brain, which nearly doubled its size in the blink of an eye, while an even more powerful aura escaped from the brain, even forming a layer of space distorting barrier around the platform. space distortion-like barrier around the high platform.

“…… You took out your last follower in the first place,” Duncan said with some surprise as he looked at the high platform, “This is out of my expectation.”

“Weak people won’t be of the slightest use here …… they’ll just become firewood for your flames, or be turned into victims of anomaly 099,” the saint on the high platform let out a hoarse, low voice, his skeletal knuckles and limbs clicking as he slowly climbed from the high platform to the ground. “Instead, it is better to become my power …… I will take their place and fight you to the death ……”

Duncan did not bother to listen to the other party’s nonsense, he had already raised his hand halfway through hearing it, and the once suppressed spiritual fire in the hall rose again in the blink of an eye, spreading over in the direction of the high platform.

“You’ve investigated quite a bit of information,” he said casually, “but I’d still advise you to cooperate, my request is very simple – I just want to talk to your ‘Lord ‘ talk …… By the way, if possible, I would like to know where this ship is going.”

“I see… …… You are indeed dangerous to us, ‘Captain Duncan,'” the Saint said, striding forward on his long, knobby limbs as he fought off the flames. “All the more reason not to let you have your way …… Bless me, O Holy Lord!”

The lurid skeleton spider let out a low roar, followed by what seemed like a brief distortion of space around him – the psychic flames that had nearly set him ablaze were once again briefly forced back, and the very next thing he knew, he was leaping high into the air, and in a gesture as if he were going to die with it, he swooped down on Duncan, who was dominating the sea of fire.

“The time for martyrdom has come!!!”

This monstrous and horrifying monster shouted fervently, and with amazing power, he repelled all the flames spreading into the air, and like a black meteor, he smashed into the “subspace shadow” that made the world afraid!
Duncan opened his palm to the monster, and the once-retreated spiritual fire merged in the air to meet the direction of the other party’s fall, and it seemed that the skeleton spider would be completely enveloped in the next second.

But the saint made a sudden turn in mid-air.

At an almost unbelievable angle, the creature plummeted – and with a deafening roar, he smashed right through the floor of the hall, smashing an astonishingly large hole, into which he fell straight down, frantically digging into the layers of the deck below him, and disappearing in the blink of an eye out of Duncan’s and Alice’s sight.

Duncan: “……?” Alice: “……?”

It happened so fast that Duncan, not to mention Alice’s wooden head, didn’t react.

After all, he has seen martyrs, he has also seen fanatical cultists, but this kind of martyrdom in the middle of the martyrdom suddenly not martyrs he is still the first time to see – in this world that really exists gods, there are saints level of fanatics will let go of the “Lord” pigeon?

Alice looked at Duncan in confusion, and then turned her head to look at the big hole in the center of the hall, the edge of which was still smoldering with flames, and finally came out with a sentence: “Did it escape?”

Escaped? In this boundless sea, on a ship that had already been completely eroded and burned by the spirit fire, where could that “saint” run to?

Duncan frowned as the loud sounds of digging into the decks and walls and breaking some of the support structures continued to come from below – and suddenly, he understood.

“No, that guy isn’t running away – he’s going to destroy the ship!”

……

Digging, digging, digging ever downward, the location of the machinery bay was just ahead.

The faster the better, the faster the better, before that ghost captain could react, before the blazing spiritual flames caught up with him.

The bottom of the ship was almost there, after the last few floors and walls, after passing through the pipe area …… where the nitroglycerin that he had sent himself earlier was stacked.

As long as the steam core detonated nitroglycerin, the reactor out of control after the chain reaction is enough to destroy the entire ship, then …… the “holy land” will be safe.

Huge and horrifying skeleton spider in this huge ship fast digging, according to the memory, he dissected along the steel plate, pipeline, all the partitions – this spend a lot of money to build, once regarded as a symbol of pride by the Order ship is his excavation is quickly destroyed, into a pile of irreparable scrap metal.

But the Saint did not hesitate – he was still accelerating, cutting a pathway through the belly of the steel beast at an even faster pace.

In a glimpse of destiny, he had already seen his own death, the death of all.

The weaker members of the congregation would die in wailing, their flesh and blood would burn in the flames, and he himself would not survive, for the gloom had long since fully enveloped all possible directions – turning course might be useful when at the edge of the shadows, but there was no point in choosing a different direction if the entire ship was already deep in infinite darkness.

It would be unwise to confront the phantom captain, and in the clearest glimpse of destiny, the Saints had already seen their own rapid and senseless demise.

Since the end was certain, it was better to do something more daring.

At the very least, the ship could not fall into the hands of the “captain”, and the secret of the “holy land” could not be known – otherwise, his own sin would be unforgivable.

The last wall collapsed before his eyes.

The deep hold that housed the steam core finally came into view.

The skeletal spider practically stumbled into the place, landing on a platform surrounded by numerous pipes, valves, and control platforms.

He raised one of the many eye stalks at the edge of his frame and looked around the various parts of the chamber.

As expected, the congregation was long gone – only a few corpses lay in the open space not far away, and near the consoles and valves, distorted human-like shadows could be seen “imprinted” on the surfaces of the mechanisms.

The “Saints” did not “mourn” for their dead compatriots.

He had already found what he was looking for – the explosives were stacked at the end of the platform.

(End of chapter)