Chapter 709: “Knock Knock”

Chapter 709: “Knock Knock”

The fact that the “primeval billet” that had once appeared in the Frost Deep Sea had now appeared in this border sea, near the “holy land” of the Annihilationists, exuded a bizarre and horrifying aura, yet it wasn’t that surprising.

After all, the “Profound Holy Lord” was the thread that connected all of this together.

Maurice squatted down next to the humanoid billet, took out a long, thin metal sampling cone, and carefully stabbed at the latter’s arm, where the cone met a layer of extremely tough skin – much tougher than human, elf, or Sanguine skin, but with a certain degree of elasticity, like some kind of dense, strong, specialty rubber.

His hand exerted force, breaking through this layer of tough “skin”, the sampling cone rotated half a circle in the humanoid’s rough arm, and when he pulled it out, he brought out some sludge-like black material.

Familiar black mud, but seems to have lost activity, without the slightest sign of writhing and deformation.

“I’m starting to feel a little nauseous ……” Shirley frowned tightly, the smudgy black sludge couldn’t help but give her a little goosebumps and remind her of all the chilling things that had happened back in the Frost – -replicas breeding in the mist, tentacles of ancient gods spreading ever upward from the deep, living sludge gushing from pipes and sewers ……

Yet Dog beside her seemed completely unaffected; the spectral hound curiously came up beside the humanoid rough, sniffing around in circles as if he’d discovered something, stopping now and then to think for a moment.

Shirley saw this and immediately looked disgusted: “Dog what are you doing? Don’t you think this stuff is disgusting …… hey you don’t rub your head ……”

“Dog are you discovering something?” Vanna, on the other hand, asked from the side with a serious expression.

“Can’t talk about any discovery, I also saw this thing with my own eyes for the first time, before that, I only heard the captain describe it ……” Dog shook his head, “I just feel that this thing’s scent . . it’s a bit familiar.”

Duncan raised his eyebrows at that, “A little familiar?”

“The ‘smell’ of …… old home,” Dog grunted, “but I’m not quite sure… . because it’s very faint, it just does have a bit of a familiar feel to it.”

Duncan’s expression grew stony, but he didn’t speak for a moment.

At first, he had found a large amount of “prime rough” in the Frost Deep Sea, but in order to completely eliminate the hidden dangers under the Frost, and to prevent the Ancient God’s replica from awakening, he burned the Ancient God’s tentacles that served as the “pillars”, which also ignited all of the “rough” in that deep sea. This also ignited all the “roughness” in the deep sea, which led to him not bringing back any samples from that place – so until today, Dog had never really touched this “semi-finished replica” created by the power of the Profound Holy Lord! “.

But now, Dog smelled the scent of the Profound Sea from these “semi-finished products”.

Duncan vaguely felt that Dog’s discovery seems to have some …… “problem”.

Lucrecia noticed the change of expression on her father’s face, and spoke with some concern: “Do you think something is wrong?”

Duncan’s expression was serious: “Why do these ‘humanoid roughs’ carry the aura of the Profound Deep Sea?”

“What’s wrong with that?” Lucrecia was a bit puzzled, “These things are born due to the power of the Profound Holy Lord, it is normal for them to carry the aura of the Profound Deep Sea ……”

Duncan turned his head, “According to the information we have so far, the ‘people’ were also created by the Profound Holy Lord, so why has Dog never smelled the ‘old family odor’ on the people?”

Silence fell around them for a moment, and Lucrecia blinked, finally realizing what the “problem” was that her father had perceived.

Her gaze fell on the “rough” on the deck with no differentiation of features or arms and legs, and her expression grew a little more serious.

Duncan, on the other hand, spoke softly in a thoughtful manner, “All mortal communities are Profound Derivatives, and Profound Demons are also the creations of the Profound Lord, so let’s consider ‘human’ and ‘Profound Demon’ as the two ends of the scale, then these ‘Profound Demons’ with humanoid outlines are the two ends of the scale, then these ‘Profound Demons’ with humanoid outlines are the two ends of the scale. ‘rough’ …… with humanoid outlines are more in favor of the ‘human’ or the ‘Profound Demon’? ?”

“…… I remember you said that these clay doll-like ‘roughs’ were probably the ‘half-finished products’ that the Profound Holy Lord used to create the mortal hordes, or rather they were based on the original blueprints. I remember you saying that these ‘rough blanks’ like clay dolls were probably the ‘semi-finished products’ that the Profound Holy Lord made when he created the mortal race, or that they were roughly processed according to the original blueprints, and that the Ancient Divine Tentacles in the Frost Deep Sea were only part of the Profound Holy Lord’s replicas, and so it was only able to create such ‘rough blanks’, but if they were to be further developed, these ‘rough blanks’ could be transformed into real ‘humans’ ……”

Lucrecia recalled the information that her father had mentioned to her about the Frost Incident, and spoke slowly in thought.

“And now, Dog feels that these ‘roughs’ carry the scent of the Deep Deep Sea, or to put it another way, it feels that these roughs …… resemble its compatriots.”

“I didn’t say that!” Dog muttered at once, but then got down on his back and bottomed out a bit, “Uh, well …… actually it’s a little bit like that ……”

Shirley blinked, looked at Dog and then at the Captain, her eyes swept around, her face still a little confused, “What are you discussing?”

Duncan glanced at the girl, raised his hand and pointed to the “rough” on the deck, “We are discussing, from which step the ‘human’ began to diverge from the Profound Demon, or rather, this kind of Profound Demon with a human outline, from which step it began to become a ‘human’, or rather, this kind of Profound Demon with a human outline. “We are discussing from which step the ‘man’ begins to diverge from the Profound Demon, or rather, from which step this Profound Demon, with its humanoid outline, begins to become ‘human’.” Sherry reacted for a while longer before her eyes finally widened suddenly, “Crap?!”

Duncan, on the other hand, didn’t explain more, he just nodded gently and turned around, ready to go back to the aft bridge – this was very close to the six nautical mile threshold, and extra caution had to be exercised before proceeding further, and he was going to let the Lost Country move forward a little to confirm what was ahead.

But just as he was about to take his first step, there was a slight thud off the side of the ship, interrupting his movements and everyone else’s thoughts.

Immediately afterward, more “thuds” came into everyone’s ears.

Something was hitting the hull, two or three at first, then more – a lot more!

Vanna’s face instantly changed slightly, and in a few steps she rushed to the edge of the deck and peered down into the sea below–the black humanoid thing, as if it were a human being.

Black humanoid objects, as if made of sludge, at least dozens or hundreds of them at a glance, were hitting the hull of the Lost Country one by one, they were undulating on the surface of the calm sea, as if being pushed by invisible waves, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun… …

But even more unnerving, farther away–

Ahead of the Lost Country, further out to sea, more blurry silhouettes were slowly drifting over the misty surface! Uncountable humanoid “billets” tumbled and undulated like dead wood undulating in the water, drifting in the same direction, hitting the Lost Country’s outer shell one after another with dull thuds, tumbling and changing their floating trajectory, continuing to drift backward towards the Bright Star… …

On the foredeck of the Sabbath ship, the Goddess Officer Polygini, wearing the black robe of the Church of Death with dark blonde curls, frowned tightly as she stood at the edge of the deck and looked at the surface of the sea below, and the rough humanoid billets that seemed to be drifting from afar like black dead wood were reflected in her eyes with a chilling eeriness.

An inferior cleric stood at her side, with an expression on his face that looked rather disturbed, “Bishop Polyginni, what exactly are these things?”

“…… It’s something that was born due to the power of the Profound Holy Lord, and it should have drifted from that so-called ‘holy land’,” said Polygini casually- -A voice was speaking in her mind, giving her information about these “humanoid billets”, a voice from the Lost Country, the Lady Agatha, who followed Captain Duncan in shadow form. “Ignore them, these things are ‘dead’, and as long as they don’t initiate contact, they pose no threat to our ironclad.”

“Yes, Bishop.”

The subordinate cleric bowed his head and retreated, but he hadn’t been gone for long before he hurried back to Polegini.

“Bishop! The bottom of the ship, the bottom of the ship too!”

“The bottom of the ship?!”

Polegini, who had hurried to the lower area, heard those thumping, thumping, thumping sounds that echoed almost throughout the bilge.

The crashes were continuous, as if they came from all directions, they were the movement of countless hard objects floating in the sea water hitting the steel, the sound echoed in the cabin, dull and disturbing, and Polegini even had an illusion –

It was like the reverberation of countless people holding sledgehammers as they consciously pounded on the hull of the ship.

Even subconsciously, images came to her mind, images of countless humanoid “billets” without features floating in the waters around the Sabbath, not only on the surface, but also under the water, hundreds of black clay humanoids clinging to the bottom shell of the ship, banging and scratching, trying to chisel through the thick steel, to sink the ship, and to make a deeper and deeper impact. thick steel, chiseling and sinking this unwelcome intruder into a sacred place ……

She quickly shook her head, forcing down any thoughts of unforeseen consequences, and turned to the technician who had come down with her, “Is the hull going to be damaged?”

“If it’s just an impact of this magnitude, it won’t cause any damage to the ship’s hull,” the mechanic said immediately, “It’s just an impact, no more powerful than a piece of driftwood in the middle of the sea. …… But to be honest, these sounds are too disturbing! It’s, and there’s been an incongruous noise in the operation of the steam mechanism ever since ‘those things’ started hitting the hull near the machinery compartment ……”

Polegini’s eyes changed slightly, “The machine is possessed?”

“Not quite as bad as being possessed, but the machines do feel uneasy, and I would like you to send a church chaplain down to say a mass of appeasement for the steam boilers and differentials.”

“Yes, I’ll notify the church to have them send someone down.” Polegini said at once.

And just at the moment of her words, a hoarse, muffled voice suddenly entered her mind-a voice that mingled with the persistent pounding around her, mingled with the reverberations of the bilge, and seemed to precipitate itself directly out of the cold waters outside the hull, and seeped back into her heart- –

“You …… will become them …… just like us ……”

(End of chapter)