Chapter 657 – Desire for Cotton

Chapter 657 – Craving Cotton
The ship was quiet, aside from the occasional soft sound of breaking waves lapping through the open windows, the only movement that could be heard in the cabin was the slight noise from the distant machinery compartments and plumbing fixtures – most of the people seemed to have left the area, and even those who stayed behind should be discreetly and quietly staying in their rooms by this time Inside.

This quietness would even give the illusion of “safety”, and if it weren’t for the occasional faint whiff of blood, a casual, ignorant visitor would never have guessed that this was a nest occupied by a group of cultists.

But Lucrecia knew that her “visit” had already been detected by the ship’s owner.

For she could feel a hostile intent against her spreading through the ship, and a powerful sense was “scanning” every corridor and every cabin over and over again.

She lifted the small “baton” in her hand and traced several shimmering symbols in the air, temporarily blocking the flow of her breath.

The rabbit Rabbit stood beside her cautiously, this shocking doll was looking around nervously, observing for half a day before he couldn’t help but whisper, “Didn’t the old master come here with you?”

Lucrecia glanced down, “You want to see him now?”

The rabbit instantly shivered, “No, no, no, Rabbi is just a little curious, Rabbi doesn’t want to ……”

“Father will come afterward, but first I’m coming to help him ‘clean up’ this filthy place,” Lucrecia felt amused by the rabbit’s reaction, but didn’t continue to tease, “He needs some living Annihilation Cultists for some sort of …… communication ritual, but I’m afraid there won’t be anything left alive here if he descends directly.”

The doll bunny listened with seeming understanding, only to burst out after a while, “Oooooh, Rabbi remembered, demons around ordinary Annihilationists would be scared to death of their old master right?”

“…… You do manage to remember some useful things.”

“Rabbits can be smart!” The doll bunny immediately became smug, and right after that it changed its tone and whispered in a mysterious and wanting to take credit tone, “Then if that’s the case, Rabbi has a suggestion oh ……”

“Suggestion?”

“Maybe we just need to leave that ‘saint’ behind …… According to Rabbi’s observation, that ‘saint’ has already eaten his symbiotic demon. He won’t die when he sees his old master oh ……”

Lucrecia raised her eyebrows.

……

Something is coming aboard – shadows are spreading across the ship, disturbing auras briefly appearing and disappearing from perception, some areas deep within the ship’s hold are drifting out of contact, and a portion of the congregation who move about the various parts of the ship …… are becoming in a state of out of sorts.

In the brightly lit, spacious and ornate assembly hall, the Annihilationists are converging, more and more people have received the saint’s summoning order, and these anxious dark believers have come from all over the place, whispering in the depressing atmosphere and cautiously discussing the current situation.

About a dozen more worshippers were isolated individually, and they were brought to the raised platform where the Saints were located, each with ropes soaked in magic potion tied around their bodies, and special collars around their necks used to suppress the symbiotic demons.

Some other heavily armed clerics stood not far away, apparently watching over the dozen or so individually bound worshippers.

Inevitably, gazes from the neighborhood fell on those tied up “compatriots”, and whispers began to discuss and speculate on what faults they had committed to be tied up in front of the saints in such a manner.

Some people recognized that those tied up were “dreamers” who had participated in the Dream of the Nameless One’s operations before, and when they thought about the rumors about the Dream of the Nameless One and the Heir of the Sun that had just spread on the ship today, the whispered discussions became even more tense and uneasy.

Richard could only feel the noise of the whispers coming from all around him.

The buzzing and rumbling sounds poked and prodded at his head like a million files, gradually becoming like shrill noises and meaningless hissing; he could no longer distinguish the words in those sounds, could not tell what the words meant, and the growing coldness deep in his veins annoyed him more and more, and even more disturbing …… was the fact that he could no longer hear the words in his head since just now he could no longer hear the small but reassuring voice in his head.

Where had the rabbi gone?
He sluggishly raised his head to look at Dumont, who was tied to his side – who also happened to raise his head and turn his gaze this way.

Dumont’s gaze, too, was tinged with hesitation and confusion, and he opened his mouth to Richard without uttering any words, as if something were clogged in his throat, while some white flotsam was faintly visible between his teeth.

“You have brought something aboard ……”

The saint’s voice finally rang out from the high platform, the chilling pressure pointing straight at Richard and Dumont and the others.

“Where did you hide it?” Among the dozen or so tied up Annihilationists, a few of their figures shifted a few times, as if they still had instinctive fear in front of the Saints’ pressure, but the rest stood still and didn’t move, as if they had already lost their sense of danger and superiority – in that skin of theirs, it seemed that there was no longer any fear that could react to the nerves and flesh and blood anymore.

The crisscrossing black bones of the saint’s body made a clicking noise, each knock of the bone fragments seeming to emit enough power to strike the soul – and in the midst of this series of clicks, Richard’s shaky sanity seemed to return a little bit, and he finally remembered who he was, while immediately afterward, he began to wonder –Why was he tied up?
He raised his head hesitantly and looked in the direction of the high platform.

A majestic voice came from the high platform, “What have you seen in the Dream of the Nameless One? What did you come into contact with? What did you do after returning?”

Richard’s mind struggled to function, and in the midst of the muddle, the last spark of thought he had left finally shot out-

“It’s the Witch of the Sea, it’s that witch and her servants!”

So he thought he cried.

But in reality, he just snapped his mouth open, and after several hard, hoarse ho’s, he spat out a large ball of cotton in front of everyone.

More cotton was still clogging his throat, leaving him unable to say anything at all.

The last of the sparks dissipated, and Richard lowered his head, staring blankly at the white flotsam on the floor – cotton, precious cotton!
“My cotton …… my cotton …… my cotton!”

A meaningless series of grunts escaped from his cotton clogged throat, and Richard scrambled down onto his back, trying to retrieve the precious cotton – the ropes tied around his body threw him off balance, and he fell almost straight down, before struggling and writhing on the floor in a twisted, frantic gesture, desperately trying to get his mouth on the soggy cotton flotsam .

Flop, flop.

Several other figures fell in quick succession!

Dumont, Vixen, and Sulock …… who had once entered the Dream of the Nameless One together with Richard fell to the ground, the fatal attraction generated by the cotton was too much for them to resist, and they hissed, grunted, and struggled, desperately scrambling for the cotton wool that Richard had just spit out.

Don’t take my cotton! Don’t grab my cotton!
Richard let out an anxious roar in his mind as he desperately arched his head away from Dumont, who was crowding in this direction, only to be met by another bite from Vixen on his ear – they began to tear each other apart in a fight for the cotton, all reason and emotion having faded away to the instinct to fight for it!
The hall was in an uproar, even the heart as cold as iron dark believers also in front of this strange scene produced a huge commotion, they watched the dozen or so former “compatriots” in the case of being bound by ropes in the floor struggling and writhing, watched them bite each other, let out confused hissing, and the cotton wool is constantly from the wounds of their tearing out of the wounds – as if they were some sort of living, parasitic creatures made of fiber!
“Execute them!” A loud cry came from the high platform.

“Bang, bang, bang–“

At the saint’s command, someone on the scene finally reacted, and several consecutive gunshots boomed in the hall, as the armed clerics in charge of guarding began to shoot at Richard and the others with large-caliber revolvers, and immediately after that, someone else began to call upon the power of the symbiotic demons, slamming the power of the magic bullets, lightning bolts, and acidic fog into those former “compatriots” who were clearly no longer human! “.

Richard and Dumont’s bodies were easily torn apart by these attacks, their fragile skin splitting apart like old rags, making giggling noises, while a flurry of cotton wool gushed out of their bodies, not a single bit of flesh or blood in it.

A dozen or so Annihilationists parasitized by the “cotton” lost their lives in the blink of an eye.

However, after less than a few seconds of silence, the cotton that flowed out of their bodies suddenly wriggled again – the cotton began to devour and tear each other, as if the obsession of these people who had snatched the cotton before their deaths was still surging through the flotsam, and along with the cotton’s devouring and tearing each other, something fluttering from the pile of cotton flotsam floated up.

It was spores like dust.

The spores fluttered about like a thin fog, and began to diffuse toward all parts of the hall.

Even the most sluggish people felt the danger and terror after seeing those diffused spore mists.

However, those diffused spores only floated outward for a short distance, as if they had met an invisible barrier, and were quickly suppressed by a powerful force back into the pile of cotton wool.

On the platform, the “saint” opened his black skeleton like a crown cage, a tentacle extended from the giant brain, swinging in the air.

The spores that escaped were captured, followed by a fiery flame that instantly burned up the pile of cotton that was still writhing and churning madly.

(End of Chapter)