Chapter 300 – Immortals’ Pastime (Silver Alliance Plus)
Chapter 300 – The Pastime of the Immortals (Silver Alliance)
The captain will often say some strange words, the meaning of which is obscure and difficult to understand, and the way of constructing words is also wild, but the crew of the Lost Country ship is often very open to this.
After all, there is a pigeon on board who uses even more bizarre and difficult to understand words – and the communication between the captain and the pigeon has always been very smooth, which means that those strange words are not the captain’s problem.
It’s a problem of short-sighted mortals failing to understand.
The unintelligible ones were dismissed as subspace dialect anyway.
Maurice didn’t ask what “PTSD” meant, he just silently digested the information the captain had just revealed, while Duncan didn’t hold back and told the story of what he had experienced last night in the cemetery.
He mainly wanted to hear the opinions of “professionals”.
Duncan’s story soon attracted the attention of several people in the restaurant, Nina was the first to come over, followed by Shirley, Alice and Dog, and in the end even Vanna, who had been staying by herself, could not hold back her curiosity, and came to eavesdrop near the long table without moving.
“Annihilationists …… “After listening to Duncan’s account, the first one to frown was indeed the most knowledgeable Maurice, “How could they be interested in corpses… …”
“Shouldn’t Annihilationists be interested in corpses?” Duncan asked curiously.
“It’s not like they are necromancers,” Maurice shook his head, “The Annihilationists follow the Profound Holy Lord and delve into the knowledge of the demonic realm and the summoning realm, they have no interest in earthly flesh and blood – more than just no They have no interest in earthly flesh and blood – more than no interest, it can even be said that they despise and loathe them, because they firmly believe that earthly flesh and blood are weak and filthy, while the demons of the Profound Depths and the Profound Holy Lord are the ‘original forms’ that possess ‘pure and holy natures’. How could such a group of heretics do something like run into a cemetery and steal a corpse?”
Listening to the old scholar’s explanation, Duncan’s brows subconsciously furrowed as well.
The Annihilationists despised the flesh and blood of the earthly world, and followed “beings of the Profound Realm who possessed purity and holiness”? Did they even believe that the Profound Demons and Profound Holy Lords possessed this kind of “pure and holy nature”?
Although he knew from the very beginning that the cultists in this world were all more evil than one another, the strength of the Annihilationists to challenge the limits of aesthetics was also a bit too evil!
Duncan couldn’t help but look at Dog next to the table – this guy was dragged here directly by Shirley, at this time is lying on the floor, two paws grasping a vocabulary book reading quite seriously, ugly skeleton head shaking around.
Noticing the captain’s line of sight, Dog looked up with a start, his hideous bones crackling.
“Purity? Sanctity?” Duncan eyed the spectral hound oddly, “Or even the original form of life?”
Dog froze, “…… Huh? What ah?”
“Unimaginable,” Duncan shook his head, “The world in the eyes of those Annihilationists is afraid to be completely different from ordinary people.”
This is what he casually said, next to Shirley but immediately reacted: “Who knows how their brains grow, I am not an Annihilationist.”
“No one said you are.” Duncan said faintly.
“Tsk, anyway, I dare not say anything else, that female cultist who ran away is definitely dead at this time,” Shirley smashed her mouth and added, “Definitely the kind of dead body.”
Duncan hadn’t considered what would happen to the cultist who ran away, but he was stunned when he heard Shirley’s words, “Why do you say that?”
“She was dragged to the Profound Deep by her own symbiotic demons,” Shirley explained casually, “The Annihilationists, tsk, no matter how much these stupid X’s usually worship the Profound Holy Lord, no matter how much they tie the Profound Demons to themselves, they’ll still be treated as human beings after they run away to the real Profound Depths –These uncontrolled demons only recognize breath, they’ll tear her alive.”
“She’d be torn apart by other Psi demons?” Duncan muttered, then couldn’t help but remember what had happened earlier, “Wait, but I remember you and Dog running away in a similar way back in the day – right in front of me, you jumped into the chasm that leads to the Profound Realm.”
Bringing up this great achievement, Shirley’s face couldn’t help but look a bit odd, but soon she waved her hand, “That’s different, Dog would always try to protect me when he took me on a run, he would try to confuse my scent, and when he couldn’t get past it, he fought with the other Profound Demons- That’s why every time it used this trick to run away, it would get hurt all over.
“Other Phantom Demons are a different story – like the one you just mentioned, it doesn’t protect its master. Right Dog?”
“That’s a ‘tell-tale bird’,” Dog looked up, giving Duncan a cautious glance as he responded to Shirley, “It’s true that unusual Psi-Demons don’t actively protect their masters; they simply don’t have a ‘heart’, and operating with the Annihilationists was only because they were restricted by the symbiotic contract, whereas once they ran into the Profound Deep, they immediately lost control, and that cultist is dead.”
“So that’s what happened,” Duncan stroked his chin and muttered thoughtfully, “No wonder that guy looked quite reluctant when he was dragged in ……”
Just then, Vanna, who had remained nearby without speaking, seemed to have finally relented, and she moved a little closer to the direction of the long table again, “Did those heretics …… do anything other than try to take you out of the cemetery?”
Duncan looked up at Vanna, who hastened to add, “It’s probably a professional habit, I’m very concerned about the purpose of those heretics, as Mr. Maurice said just now, no normal Annihilationists would be interested in earthly flesh and blood, that’s why those few who appeared in the cemetery are even more suspicious.”
“You remind me when you say that,” Duncan stroked his chin and said thoughtfully, “The shell I was occupying at the time had a very strange ‘disintegration’ shortly after leaving the coffin, with its skin and muscles disintegrated and fell off like dry, cracked clay, and the cultists seemed to have anticipated this ……” Vanna knitted her brows slightly as she pondered for a long time before something suddenly occurred to her, “So the key is the shell you were occupying at the time.”
“What you mean is ……”
“Annihilationists aren’t interested in earthly bodies of flesh and blood – but what if it wasn’t a ‘body of flesh and blood from the earth’?” Vanna lifted her head and looked Duncan seriously in the eye, “Or even that it might not be any ‘flesh and blood’ at all.”
Listening to Vanna’s analysis, Duncan pondered, “Oh …… that would be a bit of fun.”
……
After a long absence, the Sea Mist finally returned to its home port.
On the edge of the secret island shrouded by ice floes, turbulence and mists, the steel battleship with its bow high was docked smoothly at the end of the trestle, and the undead sailors were busy in the cold wind and mists, part of them checking the ship’s condition, while the other part of them were counting the cargo or directing the cranes on the shore to lift the heavy cargo crates from the hold to the shore.
The Sea Mist was returning from the warm central waters, and although this time it did not bring back the news of victory, it did bring back gifts and specialties from far away – wine and souvenirs from the Prandian authorities to Sea Mist Ventures, and tobacco purchased at the captain’s expense, The wine and souvenirs given to Sea Mist Ventures by the Prand authorities, as well as tobacco, cloth and handicrafts purchased at the captain’s expense, were all good for the cold, closed and secretive island.
Although the undead have left the world of the living, they still have their own personalities and emotions, they also need a certain quality of life, they also need entertainment and hobbies, and even in some ways, they need these things more than the living.
Because their souls are always cold and empty, they need the warmth of the civilized world to fill those voids.
Standing at the edge of the deck, First Mate Aiden carefully stuffed the finest tobacco from Planders into an old-fashioned, short-handled pipe, lit it with a lighter, and took a deep, cozy drag from the mouthpiece.
Then he held his breath and made a strong effort.
A dense cloud of smoke spilled out from the collar, cuffs, and chest pocket slits of his crew uniform, enveloping his entire upper body in a blanket of white smoke.
Aiden craned his neck to see the smoke enveloping his side, and then pulled back his own collar to look at it.
Smoke still curled from the bullet hole in his chest.
“Warm tobacco fills a hole in the soul – but a hole in the flesh is another matter, isn’t it.”
A hoarse, dark voice suddenly came from behind him, and Aiden turned his head to see an old man with pale skin and a shriveled body standing at the edge of the deck; the old man was dressed in the robes of a priest, with one side of his skull sunken in, and the corresponding half of his body taking on a damp quality as if it had been submerged in seawater.
That was the Sea Mist ship’s accompanying priest, Will.
After the old priest finished his recitation, he picked up a small bottle of wine and brought it to his mouth, tilting his head and pouring a mouthful.
The patter of wine flowed down the side of his cheeks, which were cracked from his sunken skull.
Aiden looked at the old priest for a moment before popping up, “Let me teach you a trick? You can drink this bottle for days ……”
“Tricks don’t work well,” the old priest shook his head, “It’s mostly nausea, and it’s starting to flood the third time.”
Aiden shrugged, picked up his pipe and took another deep drag, then held his breath again, the whole thing smoky.
“There’s really nothing wrong with being undead, I couldn’t play like that when I was alive.”
“…… It’s good to have a wide heart.” The old priest couldn’t help but sigh so.
(Thanks to Hurt Anger’s Silver Moe, today is a double shift~)
(End of this chapter)