Chapter 536 – Enthusiasm for the City’s Law and Order
Chapter 536 – Zealously Maintaining the City’s Law and Order
And so, the Annihilationists began to pray.
In the dim light of the oil lamps, in the deathly stagnant atmosphere, within this deep and cold assembly ground, under the gaze of the Profound Holy Lord.
A member who had acted recklessly in insanity had brought that inexorable shadow within this assembly ground, and from now on, any one who left the assembly ground would be in danger of bringing that shadow to the rest of his fellow-citizens, as had already happened a few moments before, so that they would not leave the place again – in the presence of the Messenger’s witness and inspiration. These pious and fervent believers will choose a calm and faithful sacrifice.
They have resolved to carry the secrets they hold to the Lord’s kingdom, and will not reveal a single bit more to that apparition.
At least, that is what they have decided now-a moment of courage is always easy to do.
While the cultists prayed in silence, calling constantly within the chamber for the blessing of the Spectre’s holy Lord, the messenger sat quietly at the round table, his gaze calmly watching every face in the room, watching the determination, the nervousness, the bravery, the fear, and the faltering of the men.
Time passed in this way for an unknown length of time, the oil lamp on the table flickering and brightening, and at some point in the leaping of the flames of light, one of them seemed to hear a faint voice:
“…… I will give you one chance.”
Some people raised their heads in horror, searching for the source of the voice, some people closed their eyes tightly, as if they were afraid of really seeing something, however, the voice had indistinctly dissipated into the air, as if it had never appeared.
“Keep praying,” the messenger said softly, his words seeming to carry some sort of compelling power, “that apparition is powerless; there is nothing more that he can threaten us with but death, and death itself is the quickest path to the Lord’s kingdom. ”
In the past, these words of the messenger had always brought courage, and could quickly re-firm the most disturbed followers, yet somehow this time every word he spoke only served to make one feel more and more the icy coldness of the approaching terror –
A growing unease is spreading through the assembly grounds, fear is approaching the boundaries of sanity, and faltering is gradually growing in the silence, not all of us are the most devout of saints, and for those who aren’t devout enough …… now is the time to lose their minds.
One believer finally screamed, the skinniest of the bunch – as if he had suddenly seen something terrible, he jumped up violently from his chair and opened his mouth with a shout, “I say! I say! I know what’s going on!”
The messenger rose from his chair in an instant and shouted in a loud voice with alarmed anger, “Hold him down!”
Several figures around the round table instantly swarmed around the table, roughly and angrily going to grab the skinny figure, pressing him dead against the table, and attempting to cover his mouth to prevent him from divulging the Lord’s secret – yet the skinny figure erupted into a surprisingly strong resistance, struggling violently as pitch-black chains surfaced around him, the Ghastly bone spurs and keratinized structures appeared on his limbs, allowing him to almost break free of his “compatriots”, all the while shouting and screaming:
“It was the Final Preachers who gave us the information! They claim that the ‘Dream of the Nameless One’ contains the truth of the beginning of creation, the original blueprint of the Holy One ……
“The dreams of the Elves lead to the Dream of the Nameless One! This race itself is the carrier and conduit of dreams, for they are flawed at the blueprint stage ……
“The followers of the Black Sun are also on the move, but they are looking for something else, and I don’t know exactly what they are looking for!
“The Endbringers say the time is near, but that’s all I know …… That’s all I know, Mr. Duncan, only the Prophets and Saints know more information, and those Endbringers, they know …… That’s really all I know!”
The skinny cultist cried out quickly as he struggled, in the midst of great fear, he inspired another level of courage – the courage to betray his beliefs, but then he raised his head with a great effort, and looked tearfully at the Messenger not far away! The short-lived courage was followed by a new fear: “I’m sorry, I just want to live, I want to live ……”
He then screamed, “Mr. Duncan! Please protect me! Don’t let the messenger kill me! I kept my promise – you said you would give me a chance! You said …… would ……”
The heavy pressure from his shoulders abated, and the skinny cultist, halfway through screaming in terror, finally realized with hindsight that the atmosphere had changed, and slowly stopped.
Throughout, he was the only one whose screams echoed through the coven, his “compatriots” holding him down, none of them actually stopping him from screaming, the Emissary watching him, but never actually doing anything.
His eyes widened as he watched the messenger slowly prop his hands up on the round table and give himself a gentle smile, “You see, it’s not that hard to say it.”
Around the round table, the congregants who had previously made a concerted effort to hold him down on the table backed away, one by one.
These “compatriots” surrounded him, casting glances at him, a slightly stiff and gentle smile on their faces, and then one by one, they applauded.
The skinny cultist’s eyes widened as he gazed in horror at each and every one of the assembled men, and finally his lips trembled as he spoke, “The Messenger …… His Excellency Duncan, and Duncan, Duncan, you all are …… “
Creepy whistling and hissing sounds rang out one after another, and one after another of the profound demons that were constantly disintegrating or struggling to tear off their chains and escape from the real world appeared in the assembly field, and along with these symbiotic demons disintegrating or escaping, every figure in the eyes of the skinny congregation (including the “messenger”) started to rapidly Spontaneous combustion.
The last burning figure walked towards the skinny cultist before collapsing and patted him on the shoulder with a smile, “You too.” Silence fell in the assembly hall.
The skinny figure stood silently in the middle of uncountable black ashes, and after a few seconds he suddenly blinked, then darted back to the round table, reached for the pen and paper on the table, and swiped a page of something.
He then grabbed the paper and stepped to the exit of the basement – the “thorns” summoned by the Emissary were still blocking the door, and sinister and dark forces were surging through the thorn bushes.
But in just a moment, the thorn bush burst into flames, and the green spiritual fire turned it into ashes, and the door behind the thorn bush opened with a push.
Duncan walked quickly through the remaining embers of the basement door, through the dilapidated buildings on the surface, and then his figure rose into the air amidst the flames ……
A patrolling guardsman watched in dismay as an ethereal green flame crashed down on the street in front of him, and had just subconsciously raised the weapon in his hand when he saw a hobbling figure that seemed to be crumbling and disintegrating as it emerged from the ethereal green flame.
The thin figure that was constantly crumbling and disintegrating, dangerously suspicious, walked over quickly with a wide smile on his face, “Hello, I would like to report heretical activities.”
The guardsmen who were about to blow their whistles while swinging their swords and lunging instantly froze.
He has served the church for many years, the first time he met this kind of …… whistleblower, subconsciously opened his mouth in the midst of consternation, “Report?”
“Yes, it’s in the basement of the house at the innermost part of that alley in front, the one with the blue sloping roof. This is a whistleblower letter with the general situation of their party, and at the end is the anonymous bank account, please put the whistleblower bonus directly to the account, thank you.”
The guardsmen stared blankly at this suspicious and creepy fellow, listening to the other crackling a long string of words, his mind confused and finally couldn’t help but raise his finger to point at the other’s face which was continuously crumbling into ashes, “Sir, your face doesn’t look very good …… “
“I know, I try to maintain it as much as I can, but it seems like the method still isn’t quite right, it’s only stabilized for fifteen minutes longer than usual – no need to worry about it, just don’t forget to make the call ……”
The young guardian took the tip-off almost sparingly, finally remembering a question before the other side completely collapsed and disintegrated, “What’s your name, sir?”
“Just a zealous heretic ……”
……
Lost Country, Captain’s Room, Duncan came back to his senses and let out a long breath.
His main consciousness reentered the ship.
The goat’s head at the edge of the navigation table was the first to react, and immediately turned his head in this direction, “Ah, His Excellency the Great Captain – it looks like you’re having a great time?”
“Got useful information out of a group of cultists who were meeting in secret, unfortunately it was too short a time to determine exactly which city-state that was, or if there were any other meeting points in their vicinity,” Duncan breathed out, lifting a hand to rub his brow vigorously, “Not a big problem though, I think we’re will continue to deal with them soon enough ……”
Not far from the wall, layers of shadows floated up from the surface of the antique shaped oval mirror, and Agatha’s silhouette emerged from it, looking at Duncan curiously, “Are you alright? Looking a bit tired?”
“Just trying out a relatively new method of avatar control, a little less comfortable with it,” Duncan waved his hand, “It looks like this whole schizophrenia thing really isn’t something you can just try out, maybe I’ll have to ask Heidi for some advice sometime… . how she can split off dozens at once and not get confused?”
Agatha: “……?”
However, Duncan didn’t continue on this topic, he soon frowned slightly and began to recall and organize the information he had just received from the “far side”.
Originally thought that it was just an ordinary dream invasion, thought that it was just a strange nightmare phenomenon, thought that the appearance of those cultists was just an accident …… but did not expect that the shadow behind this matter suddenly revealed beyond everyone’s imagination.
“Dream of the Nameless One ……” Duncan looked up in thought, looking at Agatha in the mirror with the goat’s head on the table, “Have you heard of this term?”
(End of chapter)