Chapter 188 – The Final Preaching
Chapter 188: The Final Preaching
The newly awakened subspace believers fell into an inexplicable state of ecstasy after learning that they were in the Lost Country, raising their hands in the air while wildly shouting incomprehensible words, this frenzied and out of control appearance even made Alice take two steps back in fear – fortunately, she held her head in time, so as not to let her head fall off.
“This time, the souvenir is so scary!” Miss Mannequin stared, ducking behind Duncan one way or the other, “What’s wrong with him?”
How would Duncan know? He hadn’t even finished that question yet!
Then the other two preachers woke up, and after they realized what was going on, they fell into the same ecstasy as the first one, and started to shout like crazy, yelling about “the ark of promise” and “the gate of subspace”, regardless of what Duncan and Alice said. No matter what Duncan and Alice said, they could not communicate with each other.
However, by this time, Duncan had already vaguely guessed the reason why these final preachers were in ecstasy– they were chasing after subspace.
They are fanatics chasing subspace, and the Lost Country is a ghost ship returning from subspace, could it be that in the eyes of this group of lunatics …… the Lost Country is considered some kind of “miracle”?
They’re just fanatics who have seen a miracle?
But this fanaticism seems to be a bit too much.
The three cultists hugged each other, cried, laughed and shouted, praising the greatness of the subspace while shouting the Lost Country, and occasionally even from their throats would make a sound that is difficult for human beings to produce, that layer after layer of trembling call seems to be a real hissing from the subspace, and in the end, they even fell to their knees and began to kiss the deck of the Lost Country!
This last action can be counted on to annoy the original in the side to watch the fun Alice, Miss doll suddenly glared up, ran to the side to copy a mop on one of the cultists head down: “I just washed the deck!”
Before Alice’s words fell, two nearby buckets and several mops also rolled and jumped over, beating those fanatics – the shouts of the fanatics who lost control of their spirits, Alice’s rebuke and the sound of buckets and mops colliding were all mixed together, and the Lost Country ship, which had been extraordinarily quiet for most of the time, suddenly became noisy! It was noisy.
Duncan watched in disbelief, the image of a cursed doll and her lapdogs beating up an intruder gave him a huge shock, his first reaction was to wonder when the doll had gotten so close to the deck, and his second reaction was to rush forward to stop the drama: “Stop!”
The buckets and mops stopped at once, while Alice couldn’t help but smack one of the final preachers with the mop again, and then finally went up and kicked the other one, before indignantly walking away while muttering, “I just washed the deck, and they go up there and lick it… …… “
“While I do find that action of theirs a bit disgusting, it’s not like this …… ” Duncan gave the mannequin a helpless look before turning his head to a few of the cultists who had just gotten their asses handed to them, “Calm down yet? ”
Several Endbringers collapsed on the ground, yet despite the beating they had just endured, they didn’t wilt and cower in the slightest, instead they were still in high spirits, with creepy smiles on their faces – their seemingly scrawny and jagged bodies had such an amazing tolerance for pain, even as if they had long since discarded the normal human sense of pain. pain.
After hearing Duncan’s words, one of the preachers slowly turned his head, he looked into Duncan’s eyes, his chaotic eyes finished focusing after a long time, and then a creepy laughter came out of his mouth: ”Ha, ha, ha …… the gatekeeper of the Promised Land, the specter at the helm, the navigator of the ark! I can see …… can see your heart! It is sad …… that you have been given this supreme blessing, and yet you reject His gift …… You had the qualification to step into the Promised Land, and yet you rejected it! You …… are foolish!”
Duncan frowned slightly.
Alice immediately came over from behind, “Captain, should I beat him up again?”
The bucket and mop next to him also immediately popped over, swaying behind Alice.
It was like a dog’s leg, as well as a dog’s leg.
“Quiet on the sidelines for a moment, you guys,” Duncan waved his hand and stared at the Terminal Preacher, who was still giving himself a strange laugh, his face unchanged, “Sounds like you guys know this ‘Ghost Captain’ of mine pretty well. ” “Subspace whispers your name …… whispers your obtuse refusal ……” The cultist grinned, the blood from the beating trickling down from the corners of his mouth as if alive on his His chin wriggled like a tentacle, “Why did you flee when you were qualified for that supreme blessing …… Don’t you realize that subspace is the eternal and final destination of all things? You have already arrived at the end …… why are you turning back from that end?!”
Duncan just quietly gazed at this also do not know whether it is insane or simply fall into fanaticism of the religious, expressionless face, heart ripples.
This group of fanatics following subspace is really something, their maniacal faith not only brings them bizarre power, but also actually really let them know some secrets related to subspace, what this guy in front of him said …… I’m afraid that there really is a part of it that is the truth.
Captain Duncan escaped from subspace? Refusing the blessing of subspace?
Could it be that after the Lost Country ship fell into subspace, the real “Captain Duncan” did not fall into madness as rumored? The return of the Lost Country from subspace …… was actually a successful escape? “Captain Duncan was still sane?
When did he go completely insane? And when did he die?
Duncan suddenly remembered the goathead’s attitude when confronted with subspace – wary, resistant, even vaguely panicked.
It seemed to side-step the words of the final preacher, to confirm that escape.
The Terminal Preacher then lapsed back into a muddled state, and began muttering things that only he could understand, or laughing with sudden joy, or else slapping himself, while his two accomplices never came to their senses from the beginning, immersed in a disturbing mental confusion.
These subspace followers were even more insane and deviated from normal real-world sanity than the Sunists Duncan had ever seen – they seemed to be in a perpetual state of mental unrest, their minds drifting between the real world and subspace, and as long as no one was talking to them or not on a specific mission, they had no way to properly think and communicate.
Was it because they were affected by subspace? Or were they actively destroying their sanity and using this method to actively embrace subspace?
What was more puzzling to Duncan was – how did they normally move around the city-state with such crazy, weird, and even outwardly changed cultists?
With this bunch of crazies, if they walked down the street, let alone cover their ears, they would have to be rounded up and blitzed out by the Guardian’s Steam Walkers within five paces, I’m afraid!
After another moment, seeing that these final preachers still had no intention of coming to their senses, Duncan had to take the initiative to speak up again, “Why did you attack Shirley?”
The three cultists reacted, one of them raised his head in a muddled manner, his body swaying from left to right, “Attack? Attacking who?”
“What you just did,” Duncan’s voice was cold and hard, his face sullen, “You attacked a girl with a Phantom Hound – why did you attack her?”
“Attacking …… Oh, attacking ……,” the muddled congregant suddenly grinned and shouted, “we were just getting things back on track. Letting that right history come down without a hitch! A loophole, a flaw, a little hidden danger …… must be removed from the hidden danger …… She should have died in the right history, she should not have lived! If she lives …… loopholes always keep appearing ……”
“Correct history?” Listening to the cultist’s maniacal babbling, Duncan’s eyes however suddenly changed slightly as he caught the crucial information and instantly reacted, “Something went wrong with Prand’s history line, and it was you guys who did it?!”
“Something went wrong? There’s no problem, there’s no problem …… We’re just getting everything on track!” The berserker raised his face with a martyred fervor in his eyes, “This world should all be put back on track! That fate of extinction has been postponed for so many years, and all have defied the gift of subspace and the destiny that should have befallen it! We are correcting history to the right track!”
“Correcting history to the correct trajectory!” As if infected, the other two Terminal Preachers beside them also began to fervently shout praises, and one of them even stood up after shouting, his hands raised high as if declaring some sort of truth, “Only by getting back on the right track will there be a resurgence of all things after all things are annihilated! Subspace will consume everything, and subspace will remake everything! The fire has been extinguished, and the embers are hard to burn …… Only by lighting a second bonfire will the world survive that gift!”
(End of chapter)