Chapter 680 – The Signal That Appeared Again

Chapter 680 – The Signal of Reappearance

A “lair” hidden in the fog at the border that may have been operating peacefully for many years – out of sight of the entire civilized world, even in the blind spot of the Church of the Four Gods, the Annihilationists created a “Curtain Colony” that could survive for a long time in the “Curtain of Eternity”. The news that the Annihilationists had created a “Curtain Colony” that could survive for a long time in the “Eternal Curtain” instantly shocked everyone present!

“For many years, we have been searching for the nests of those cultists ……” Banister’s voice was hoarse and gloomy, the black-robed old man’s expression was particularly serious, “Of the three main cult groups, the End Preachers are the ‘freaks’ in the timeline that are not continuous. Discontinuous ‘freaks’, the Sun Followers are a group sheltered outside the reality dimension by the Black Sun, and the only one is the Annihilationists …… They must theoretically have one or more nests located in the real world, but after so many years, we have not been able to find these nests ……”

“I didn’t think it would hide in a place like that,” Helena nodded, “but that does explain how they could hide from the Church’s search for so many years – if that group of Annihilationists really found a way to survive in the Eternal Curtain for a long term survival, then they’ve clearly taken a huge step further than we have.”

While saying that, she turned her gaze to Lune on the other side, “How do you think that group of cultists survived the border?”

“The ‘holy land’ wasn’t necessarily created by them on their own,” Loon however shook his head, “Technology doesn’t develop overnight, even if the Annihilationists have more forbidden knowledge in their hands, they can’t create such shelters far beyond our imagination out of thin air – after all, we’ve all dealt with them, and we all know very well how much that group of heretics is capable of. I’m more skeptical that they found some sort of naturally occurring ‘legacy’ in the mists …… After all, that’s the border, and anything could appear.”

He stopped abruptly at this point and raised his head to turn his gaze to Duncan with a serious expression, “Listening to what you just said, it seems that you haven’t found the exact location of this ‘lair’ yet? Then how did you determine it ……”

“As I said, I captured one of their ships – which is currently on its way back towards the ‘Holy Land’ under my orders, which will probably take a few more days,” Duncan said casually, “Judging by its current course, its destination would be some hidden spot on the southeastern border, not too far from here …… The Lost Country will be setting out shortly to rendezvous with that ship before it enters the Curtain, what about you guys? Interested in coming along for the ride?”

Several popes looked at each other at the words.

From Duncan’s first two words, they had sensed the strange and dangerous side of this ghost captain, but thankfully, this dangerous force was now on the side of “our own people”.

The only thing left for them to consider was how to respond to this “invitation”.

“There’s a fleet of the …… Death Church at the southeast border,” Frem suddenly spoke after a brief moment of silence, and then glanced at Helena, “‘Tidal Wave’ seems to be there as well. ‘ ship seems to be near there as well? They should all make it in time.”

“Yes, the Church of the Deep can send the nearest fleet there,” Helena nodded immediately, her eyes on Duncan, “It’s our duty to eradicate the cultists’ nests – and we know what to do with them too! ‘contamination’ left behind.”

A few gazes fell on Banister, the black-robed old man didn’t change his expression much, just nodded tautly, “I’ll send the ‘Rest in Peace’ and ‘No Rest in Peace’ over, they’re firepowerful newer warships.”

The pope and bishops nodded their heads at the words, seemingly recognizing Banister’s arrangement, but Duncan’s attention still couldn’t help but focus on the Death Church’s unique style of naming ships, and he couldn’t help but open his mouth after holding his tongue, “It sounds like the …… is a sister ship? The name is quite chic ……”

“The Church of Death has many powerful warships in sister formations – this has to do with our beliefs,” Banister explained with a serious face, “We believe that there are ‘two sides’ to everything on earth, just as there are ‘two sides to life and death’, just as there are ‘two sides’ to life and death. ‘, just as life and death are opposites and companions.”

It seemed to Duncan that the black-robed lord across the table didn’t seem to notice his strong desire to spit – but he felt that he could stop the conversation there.

Because he was afraid that the opposite side will pop up a “Nine Tribes of Fun” number or something like that ……

“Then it’s settled,” he nodded, bringing the conversation back on track somewhat stiffly, “I’ll have the Lost Country take your fleet to the ‘rendezvous point’, but I’d like to warn you that it’s not too long before I ‘capture’ the fleet. But I should warn you that some time has passed since I ‘captured’ the ship, and the cultists who remain in the ‘Holy Land’ must have realized this, and they must have made preparations – either by evacuating, or by setting up an ambush in the nearby waters, or by setting up an ambush in the nearby waters. or set up to meet them in the nearby waters, or perhaps even the Holy Land itself has strong combat capabilities, and these are risks or variables that you must consider in advance.”

“Risks and variables have always been an essential part of eradicating evil filth,” Banister had a bashful look on his face, “Our warriors have long been accustomed to it.”

“Good, then next I will tell you about the information I have gotten from those Annihilationists in recent times ……”

……

The sunlight poured softly into the room through the window, and the rich scent emanating from the ointment wafted through the air, interspersed with the refreshing smell of incense.

Ted Reel stood in front of the window, looking out thoughtfully.

From this position, he could see the massive Academy Ark moored on the shoreline of the city-state, and in the other direction, the steep “coast” at the edge of the Firebringer’s Sanctuary.

The streets were still filled with people rushing towards the docks, people running in groups to see those majestic and amazing church ships, the celebration flags hanging between the buildings this morning were still fluttering in the wind in the sunlight, and colorful paper flowers blowing from nowhere swirled in the wind and flew past the window, disappearing into the clear sky in the distance.

People didn’t know the details of this special “gathering”, didn’t know what the spokespersons of the gods had gathered to discuss, and even less knew about the changes brought about by the “Fifth Ark”, and didn’t know that the papal dignitaries had already left the ark, and were heading to the “Fifth Ark”, the ship that was feared and warned by the world. The ghost ship, which had been feared and feared by the world for a century, was too far away from the lives of most ordinary people. “…… Ignorance is indeed sometimes a blessing.”

Ted Reel said softly to himself as he withdrew his gaze from looking down the street.

A voice came almost immediately from the bed not far away, “But it’s not so lucky for the teacher if his own students have this ‘luck’.”

The corner of Ted Riel’s mouth suddenly twitched as he turned his head to look at Scholar Taran El, who was lying on the bed, “A herniated disk doesn’t stop you from making snide remarks, does it?”

“Yeah, what I herniated is a lumbar disc, not my vocal cords ……”

“…… You’re bound to have hemorrhoids next time, and then I’ll be sure to eat all three of my Baywatch Extra Spicy Burritos in front of you in fifteen minutes!”

“Rahm Pius, as the Honorable Keeper of the Secret of Truth – can’t you be civil and generous?” Taran El squirmed on the bed and shifted positions, but returned to his original position with a grimace, “I’m all like this ……”

Ted Reel did not respond to the great scholar who was confined to bed because his lumbar spine was acting up, and who had no choice but to seek out his own amusement because he was bored out of his mind, and after a few moments of silence, his eyes glanced out the window again, “I wonder what they’re all going to talk about today.”

Taran-El looked up at this friend who had come over to visit him, “You’re the Keeper of the Truth – you really don’t know anything about it?”

“It’s not like you don’t know that the Patrol Ark operates independently of the city-state system,” Ted Reel shook his head, “There are some things that are a contamination of the entire world once they spread outside of the Ark – it’s only natural for a Truthkeeper to get too close to the ordinary people get too close, naturally they can only stay away from the most central secrets.”

“…… That’s true,” Taran-El thought about it and sighed, “so you, the ‘big man’, will just have to discuss things while the bosses are time to run over and keep me, the sick one, company ……”

Ted Reel was noncommittal, and his silent demeanor apparently bored a certain great scholar even more – Taran-El was quiet for no more than half a minute before popping up again, “Seriously, do you think the Papal Coroners are going to get into a ‘Captain’s’ fight on that ship? ‘ fight ……”

“What do you think? Why don’t I wait for Mr. Lune to return and relay these questions of yours to him so he can answer them for you personally?”

Taran-El shrugged, finally not saying anything.

At that moment, the sound of some hurried footsteps suddenly came from the corridor, interrupting the “cordial and warm conversation” between the scholar and the secret keeper.

The sound of knocking on the door was accompanied by a young man’s somewhat nervous and urgent voice: “Teacher, there is a situation …….”

Taran El heard his student’s voice, and without waiting for Ted to speak, he immediately said, “Come in.”

The door of the room was pushed open, a bold young apprentice holding a large pile of paper tape pushed the door in.

But just as he was about to open his mouth he saw the Truth Keeper of Secrets standing in the room, and instantly stood nervously in place, forgetting to speak for a moment.

It was Ted Reel who first broke the silence, “Your teacher is wrestling with a disk in his back, so if there’s just something wrong with academics, just ask me.”

Taran El made to prop himself up and sat up from the bed, grimacing as he looked over to the young apprentice standing in the center of the room with a nervous face, “Joshua, calm down – what’s wrong?”

“Oh …… oh!” The young apprentice finally reacted, hurriedly bending down to salute the Truthkeeper’s Secretaries before hurrying to his teacher’s bed, “Teacher, there’s something going on over at the Maritime Research Station, they’ve received a signal coming from the center of that ‘luminous body’… …”

While saying that, he handed the large piece of paper tape with a waveform diagram that he was holding in his hand to Taran-El.

“This signal …… is very similar to the one that came from the luminous body during the sun’s previous extinction ……”

(End of chapter)