Chapter 318: Facing the Terror

Chapter 318 Facing the Terror

The ship carries colors from memories everywhere – but as he spends more time on the ship, Tirian realizes that there’s a lot here that’s different from what he remembers after all.

Like the objects that seemed to be alive and would run around the ship.

For example, the spiritual sails that had lost their solidity and floated on the masts like a veil of mist.

For example, the strange first mate in the captain’s cabin – a strange sculpture that my father called “Goat Head”.

He sat across the sailing table, looking at the room of those plausible things, many things can still be found in the memory, but there are many more specks of traces, his father sat across the table, talking to himself about what happened between the Church of the Deep and the Lost Country ship, the Inquisitor lady from the Planders was sitting next to his father, and occasionally added to it.

Things had changed completely beyond his expectations.

“A …… secret envoy,” the great pirate repeated the words Vanna had just used in an odd tone, a rather subtle expression on his face, “the actions of the Church . . has more vigor than I thought.”

“Frankly, this beginning kinda surprised me too,” Duncan said with a smile, “That Pope is a …… inscrutable person, I don’t know how much of what she says is out of sincerity, and how much of what she says is motivated by the Church’s interests needs and the authorization of the Storm Goddess Gemona, but in any case, the development of this matter is in line with my idea – I do need a bridge that can communicate with the Church of the Four Gods, as well as a helper who is good at dealing with cultists.”

“Dealing with cultists?” …… “Tirian gave a thoughtful expression, “I remember you mentioning those Annihilationists, and the clues found on top of the Obsidian… …”

“I asked you to come here for that,” Duncan nodded gently, then casually fished the tobacco box from his person, opening the lid and presenting its contents to Tirion, “These are the clues I found from the depths of the Obsidian- -The flesh and blood of the Holy Lord of the Profound.”

Tirion held his breath, even though he knew there was no danger in the presence of his father, he couldn’t help but feel a little nervous when the box was opened, and the next thing he knew, he saw the thumb-sized chunk of “flesh”.

An unspeakable feeling of awe and repulsion came over him almost instantly, like the instinctive hairs that stand on end when a man suddenly meets a beast in an unarmed situation. The piece of meat was just lying lifelessly in the iron box, but he still felt as if he was being stared at by some living being with great power and great will!
Tirion withdrew his eyes almost instantly, and when he reacted, he realized that cold sweat was already running down his forehead.

“Are you alright?” Duncan noticed the other man’s condition and frowned slightly, “Why are you reacting more than Maurice and Vanna?”

Startled, Tirian spoke subconsciously, “They didn’t react so much?”

“We felt resistance and danger, but not such a drastic …… manifestation,” Vanna, who was on the side, immediately said, “What did you feel just now?”

Tirian told the feelings he just had in a split second frankly, and then immediately looked at the piece of flesh and blood with a frown on his brow, and a multitude of thoughts surfaced in his mind.

“I don’t know if it’s an illusion or not, but I always feel like this thing …… was staring at me for a split second just now,” he spoke up, “like it’s still alive …… Or something ‘behind’ it was casting its sight.”

Duncan instantly locked eyes with Vanna.

It had been right to bring Tirian here – it was really hard to bring some of the detailed clues to the surface without actually touching them.

This piece of flesh and blood, suspected to be a fragment of the Holy Lord, had a special reaction to Tirian’s proximity and gaze!
“Could it be because you were involved in the Subterranean Abyss program back then?” Duncan gave a little thought and voiced his guess – the Subterranean Abyss Project, which was the biggest thing he could think of that made Tyrian special in this case.

Tirian didn’t speak for a moment, recalling and musing for a few seconds or so before looking up, “Can you confirm that the Obsidian really did go to the Frost Deep?”

“I cannot, as there is no direct evidence, but my intuition tells me that it returned from there,” Duncan said matter-of-factly, “The ship presents too many features that resemble a ‘replica’ of the one you describe. ”

Tirion did not speak for a moment, but merely stared at the small blackened tin box on the table, as if hesitating and weighing it, and after an indeterminate amount of time he suddenly spoke up, “May I have another look at it?”

“Are you sure?” Duncan looked into Tirian’s eyes, “This could be a bit dangerous – if it is true that the Subterranean Program has caused you to establish a connection with this thing, then every contact you make with it is reinforcing that connection.”

Tirian was silent for two seconds, a slight smile suddenly appearing on his face, “…… On your ship, things shouldn’t deteriorate to the worst, should they?”

“…… If anything does get out, I’ll take care of it,” Duncan nodded slightly and pushed the small metal box he had just retrieved back in front of Tirian, “Proceed with caution, and signal immediately if anything happens. ”

Tirian nodded and took a soft breath, once again turning his attention to the piece of flesh and blood from the Psi-Holy Lord. Almost in the blink of an eye, that sense of resistance, of tension surfaced once more, and the feeling of being watched from afar by a great being slammed hard into his senses, the connection established by transcendent greatness washing over him like a shocking wave, and his own ensuing survival instincts causing Tirian to almost close his eyes momentarily.

But this time, he forced himself to fight his instincts, not averting his eyes or actively interrupting or fighting the will that surfaced in his mind.

And it was during this longer insistence that he finally confirmed what he had vaguely sensed just now –

The will and power coming from this “Holy Lord’s flesh and blood”…… was not malicious.

All the fear, danger, and resistance he felt were just natural deterrents caused by the great power, and the sight …… hidden on the other side of the flesh and blood was actually just a pale gaze.

Tirion’s heart stirred and he raised his head, ready to tell his father of his discovery.

However, in the next second, he realized that he was surrounded by dark chaos – the familiar hatch and the figure in the room had disappeared from view at some point.

He rose in dismay and instinctively tried to pick up his weapon, but immediately realized that he was unarmed. He cautiously looked around, trying to see things clearly in this dark chaos, but found that his vision seemed to be covered with a black curtain, and even when he put his hands in front of his eyes, he could only see a hazy outline.

It was a strong spiritual interference, one’s consciousness was being guided and disturbed by something.

But still, there was no sense of malice.

Tirion stood somewhat bewildered in this darkness, when suddenly, it was as if he heard something.

There was a rustling movement coming from behind himself, something massive was moving, and a slightly cold breath approached the back of his neck.

Tirion’s heart instantly tightened and he jerked his head around.

A huge, monstrous limb with faint blue veins interspersed in the black and brown stretched out in front of him in the darkness.

That limb was shaped like a tentacle, but it had an astonishing length of hundreds of meters, it was like a soft pillar raised in the darkness, the indeterminate bump at the end of the tentacle had already come to less than a meter in front of Tirion, and at the far side of this limb, in the direction that the tentacle was extended out, even more huge, even more indescribable structures were surfacing a little bit out of the darkness!

It was as if it was a mountain, a city, a wrong thing that was enough to make mortals go crazy in an instant, that almost shouldn’t have been molded by the real world, and couldn’t have been the creation of any god in the case of sanity, it was like some kind of mollusk from the deep sea, like a mixed structure of a starfish and a squid, but the next second, the surface of its smoky and foggy body surged up, and gave birth to countless more tentacles, arms and legs, eyes and throat and tongue, and all this, changing endlessly.

In this brief moment, Tirian’s eyes almost stared to their limits, raging thought vibrations roared in his mind, he did not know if he was feeling fear now, or even temporarily lost the ability to judge his own emotions, he just watched the tentacles that extended the god over swing slightly in front of him as if they were trying to communicate with him, trying to convey some kind of information to him, but he simply could not understand that various booms mixed in with the mountain of information.

The surface of the tentacle opened its eyes, many, many eyes, and Tirion stared at those eyes, and suddenly, he seemed to finally “hear” some kind of comprehensible information from those eyes, as well as from the “body” that was as huge as a mountain in the distance! —

“…… Run.”

“Boom!”

A terrifying rumble suddenly exploded in his mind, as if some massive repulsive force was forcefully tearing his spirit down and throwing it back to the real world, Tirian nearly lost consciousness instantly, but just when he thought his soul was going to be torn apart in this boundless dark chaos, a flash of ghostly green fire suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

The flames roared and wrapped him in a ball.

All the terrifying reflections dissolved in the flames.

Before he could react, the horrible “visions” and voices had already dissipated like a dream – he was back in the captain’s cabin of the Lost Country.

(End of chapter)