Chapter 319 Gradual Distortion

Chapter 319: Gradual Distortion
For the next minute-long period of time, Tirian was immersed in a brief state of disorganization and sluggishness caused by the huge impact, his eyes were hard to focus, and there were countless noises churning in his mind, his mind was like a lone boat rising and falling in a storm – but even so, his sanity was still awake.

He knew that it was those spiritual flames that appeared in the darkness that preserved his mind, preventing it from being contaminated by the power of the Profound Holy Lord.

It then took a few more moments before he gradually adjusted his breathing back to normal, and since he himself hadn’t been subjected to too much spiritual contamination, the visions in his mind were receding rapidly, and at the same time, he heard a calm voice coming from across the room, “It looks like you’ve recovered.”

Tirion raised his head and looked at the tall figure across the nautical table, “You were the one who ‘pulled’ me out just now ……”

“You were staring at it for too long, Vanna said you were falling into a nightmare,” Duncan said blandly, “Luckily, I’ve been doing a bit of research lately on the whole ‘intervening in dreams’ thing.”

“Nightmare,” Tirian subconsciously rubbed his brow, “Did I just look like I fell into a nightmare ……”

“It looks like you had an unusual experience?” Duncan’s tone had some curiosity in it – he did urgently intervene in Tirion’s spirit world just now, but unlike the scenes he saw after using the power of spirit walking to enter other people’s dreams, he didn’t “see” anything at all after intervening this time, and Tirion’s “nightmare” was not a “nightmare” at all. There was only darkness in Tirion’s “nightmare”, and it seemed that the “source” of the nightmare had already left before he intervened, which made him even more curious about what had just happened.

“I …… saw an existence that is difficult to describe in words,” Tirian recalled the images he had just seen with difficulty, while cautiously describing them, “I can’t tell its exact form, nor dare I recall all the details, but I suspect that it was the “source” of the nightmare, which had already left before he intervened. in full detail, but I suspect that it was the Holy Lord of the Profound ……”

Tirian told what he had seen and heard in that darkness, adding in between the many feelings he had on the spiritual level, without any reservations except for the fact that he could not accurately recall the full outline of that shadow as large as a mountain.

After listening to Tirion’s narration, Duncan immediately frowned: “Are you saying that the only thing that the being suspected to be the ‘Holy Lord of the Profound’ said to you was to tell you to ‘run’?”

“Technically, it was the only thing I could understand,” Tirian spread his hands, “He seemed to say a lot to me, but it was all annihilated in the loud noise, and finally it seemed to give up, so it said the briefest word I could barely make out… …”

Duncan pondered, “So it turns out that one can’t hear the mutterings of the ancient gods in a state of too high inspiration instead ……”

Tirion didn’t respond for a moment, “What did you say, father?”

“Ah, nothing, nothing to do with the matter,” Duncan waved his hand and returned his attention to the matter at hand, he pondered for a moment before turning his head to Vanna, “Do you think it was the Holy Lord of the Spectres that Tirian encountered? Do you think He told Tirian to ‘run’ for protective purposes?”

“From Captain Tirian’s description and his own feelings, it was, if not the Profound Holy Lord, then at least a heretical deity of sorts,” Vanna replied immediately, “but as for the ‘Run’ …… I’m sorry, Mr. Duncan, I wouldn’t dare to pass judgment.”

At this point she paused, as if she felt that this answer was not responsible enough, and then added, “There has always been very little information about the Profound Holy Lord, and even the information held by the four major churches is limited. The current mainstream view is that the Profound Holy Lord is a massive monolithic existence located at the center of the Profound Realm, He doesn’t possess the ability to move or actively project power into the real world, He is unable to communicate and doesn’t seem to be able to think, just like ……”

Vanna tapped the corner of her forehead as if struggling with what words to use to describe such a being, Duncan saw this and said casually, “Like a piece of slime mold sunk in the Profound Deep? Surviving, massive, but unthinking and inactive clumps of fungus?”

“…… You are, I’m afraid, the only person in the world to describe the Holy Lord of the Profound as a slime mold,” Vanna said with a quirky expression but nodded her head gently, “But it is true, as you say, that if the information we have been able to extract from those demonic souls as well as from the cultists’ The information we tortured out of their mouths is correct, the Profound Holy Lord is such a ‘silent heretical deity’, and the only thing He is doing is to keep dividing more and more Profound Demons out of His body, or absorbing those Profound Demons that died in the fight.”

Duncan couldn’t help but rub his forehead, “…… Why does this sound like a fungal carpet tumor ……”

The captain is speaking in an unintelligible “subspace dialect” again.

However, Vanna had already seen this before, and she ignored the unintelligible vocabulary with ease, naturally letting the conversation continue, “On the whole, the Holy Lord of the Profound can actually be considered a relatively harmless heretical deity, as he at least has never shown any tendency to encroach on the real world, but even so, in the classification of the Church of the Four Gods, it is still categorized as an ‘evil god’,” she said. ‘Evil God’ category.”

“Unrelated to subjective consciousness, is His existence itself a danger?”

“Yes-whether it’s the Profound Demons that diverged from Him, or those Annihilationists who signed a contract with the Profound Demons and are mentally insane, they are all great enemies of the civilized world.”

Duncan didn’t say anything, but was just lost in thought for a moment.

For some reason, he thought of the “black sun” that supported the false corona and was dying in the flames.

However, he only thought about it for a moment, and did not make any judgment on the nature of the Profound Lord – for the simple reason that there was insufficient evidence, and he would not jump to conclusions without having touched the thing himself.

Tirian rubbed his brow, the noise in his mind had completely faded, now only a slight dizziness and exhaustion as if he had been up for several all-nighters remained, and as Vanna recounted the information about the Profound Holy Lord, he had his own thoughts as well.

“Regardless of whether or not that ‘run’ showed good intentions, one thing is certain, the situation with the Obsidian is clearly the result of being influenced by the Holy Lord’s power, and now that there are Annihilists already operating in the Frost City-States, they’re more than likely coming after this as well,” Tirian slowly spoke, “If the influence I just received was really related to having participated in that plan back then, then even the Subterranean Plan is now tied to this matter – further reasoning on, I think what we should be most concerned about right now, I’m afraid, is that ‘ Dagger Island’, which is a remnant of the Subterranean Abyss Program from half a century ago that continues to this day.” “The eighth ‘Submarine Three,'” Duncan murmured, “what do you know about Dagger Island?”

“It’s a military restricted area now, even with the power of the Sea Mist Fleet, there’s no way to approach it easily – the Lost Country should be able to force its way onto the island by virtue of its special characteristics, but I’m afraid it won’t be easy to locate that submersible in a short period of time, after all, it’s a large island and has a complex structure of research facilities, and the military on the island personnel might just order the destruction in case of emergency ……”

Duncan listened more and more wrong, hurriedly interrupted this pirate leader: “Stop stop stop, when did I say to directly fight in?”

Tirion was stunned and reacted instantly, “I’m sorry, father, I thought ……”

Duncan waved his hand, signaling that the other party didn’t need to explain, “Let’s not talk about that, just tell me roughly what you know about Dagger Island, it might come in handy.”

“Okay, about that island ……”

……

Belazov surveyed the diving bell that was suspended in the center of the hall with a serious expression.

He had been in this research facility for two days now, and in those two days he had spent half of his time in this hall, dealing with this diving bell.

He was not a professional researcher, neither did he understand mechanical matters, nor did he understand the significance of the series of physical and chemical tests that the academics had done on those samples; he had stayed here purely because his curiosity was aroused by this hauntingly mysterious mechanical device with a bizarre background.

Irresistible curiosity.

As a Frostbite not yet forty years old, he hadn’t experienced that great event half a century ago, but as one of the city-state’s upper echelon officials, he had at least learned about the Subterranean Abyss Project from those classified dossiers.

Submarine Three, which occupied the most important place in all the dossiers, was the most chilling part of the entire Subterranean Abyss program.

It was rusty, filled with dirt inside and out, and looked plain as a piece of scrap metal hanging honestly from an iron hook.

Professor Myerson stood next to the General, describing the safety measures of this laboratory.

“The …… sling goes right below the furnace, and in the event of an emergency the hook will release in an instant and the submersible will smash through the grating and fall into the furnace, and if the submersible doesn’t fall into the passageway after the decoupling device has been activated, a linkage mechanism will be activated, and this entire room will be removed from the ‘chamber’s’ frame and decoupled, falling down a chute into a cavern at the back of the bay – where nitroglycerine explosives were piled up.”

“What about the personnel in the lab?”

“We’ve got thirty seconds to evacuate – then the evacuation tunnel will be locked down,” said Prof. Myerson, “but if it’s really the worst-case scenario . . the highest person in charge, which would be me, could also choose not to open the evacuation tunnel.”

Belazov nodded softly and slowly made his way to the diving bell.

He looked at the circular glass window strewn with dirt and curiously cast his eyes inside.

Dirty, dark red mud gushed slightly in the submersible, and something shaped like an eyeball pressed itself up to the glass window and met Belazov’s eyesight through the gaps between the dirt.

After a long moment, the general withdrew his gaze, “It’s dark in there, I can’t see anything.”

“Yes, we haven’t opened its hatch yet,” Professor Myerson nodded, “and naturally we can’t clean its interior.”

General Belazov smiled, “As it should be.”

(End of chapter)