Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 300

[Chapter 300 The Undead’s Pastime (Silver League Addition)]

The captain often speaks some weird words, the meaning of which is obscure, and the way of word formation is also unconstrained, but the crew on the Lost Homeland often see this very well open.

After all, there was a pigeon on board who used even weirder and more incomprehensible words—and the communication between the captain and the pigeon had always been smooth, which meant that those weird words were not the captain’s fault.

It is a problem that short-sighted mortals cannot understand.

Anyway, those who don’t understand will be regarded as subspace dialects.

Morris didn’t ask what “PTSD” meant, but silently digested the information the captain had just revealed, while Duncan didn’t hide anything, and told about his experience in the cemetery last night.

He mainly wants to hear the opinion of “professionals”.

Duncan’s narration quickly attracted the attention of several people in the restaurant. Nina was the first to come over, followed by Shirley, Alice, and Agou. Holding back his curiosity, he quietly came to the long table and eavesdropped.

“The Cultists of Annihilation…” After listening to Duncan’s narration, the first one who frowned was indeed the most knowledgeable Morris, “Why are they interested in corpses…” “Shouldn’t the Cultists of

Oblivion be interested in corpses?” ?” Duncan asked curiously.

“They’re not necromancers,” Morris shook his head. “The Annihilation Cultists follow the Lord of the Deep, and they delve into the knowledge of the realm of demons and summoning. They have no interest in flesh and blood in the world—not only that they have no interest, It can even be said to be contemptuous and disgusting, because they firmly believe that the flesh and blood in the world are weak and dirty, and the deep demons and the deep gods are the “primary form” with “pure sanctity”. How can such a group of heretics Will you go to the cemetery to steal the corpse?”

Duncan frowned subconsciously when he heard the old scholar’s explanation.

Annihilation believers despise flesh and blood in the world, and follow “existences with pure and holy nature in the deep realm”? They even think that Youyou Demon and Youyou Lord have this kind of “purity and sanctity”?

Although I knew from the very beginning that the cultists in this world were more evil than the other, but the enthusiasm of the Annihilation Cultists to challenge the limits of aesthetics was too evil!

Duncan couldn’t help but look at Agou next to the table – this guy was dragged over by Shirley directly, and he was lying on the floor at this time, holding a new word book with his paws and looking at it quite seriously, the ugly skeleton Head dangling.

Noticing the captain’s line of sight, Agou raised his head jerkily, and his hideous bones crackled together.

“Purity? Sanctity?” Duncan looked at the deep hound strangely, “Even the original form of life?”

Agou was stunned: “…ah? What?”

“Unbelievable,” Duncan shook his head , “The world in the eyes of those Annihilation Cultists is probably completely different from that of ordinary people.”

He just said casually, but Shirley next to him reacted immediately: “Who knows how their brains grow, I am not an Annihilation Cultist “

“No one says you are.” Duncan said lightly.

“Tsk tsk, anyway, I don’t dare to say anything else, the female cultist who ran away must be dead at this time,” Shirley smashed her mouth, and said, “It’s definitely the kind of dead without a whole body.”

Duncan I hadn’t thought about what would happen to the cultist who ran away, but when I heard Shirley’s words, I couldn’t help but startled: “Why do you say that?” “She was dragged to the deep sea by

her symbiotic demon,” Shirley explained casually. , “Annihilation believers, tsk, no matter how much these idiots usually worship the Lord of the Deep, and no matter how much they tie the Demon of the Deep to themselves, they will still be regarded as human beings after they run to the true depth of the deep – those gangs are out of control Her demons only know breath, and they will tear her alive.”

“Will she be torn apart by other ghost demons?” Duncan muttered, and then he couldn’t help but think of the previous events, “Wait, but I remember you and Agou used similar methods to run away in front of me. In front of you, you jumped into the gap leading to the deep realm.”

Mentioning this great achievement back then, Shirley couldn’t help but look a little weird, but soon she waved her hand: “That’s different, Agou took me away When I am on the road, I will always try my best to protect me. It will try to confuse my aura. If it can’t get through, it will fight with other deep demons-so every time it uses this trick to escape, it will be injured all over.

“Other deep demons are another matter—like the one you mentioned just now, it won’t protect its master. Right dog? “

“That’s the ‘suicide bird’,” Agou raised his head, and while responding to Shirley, he gave Duncan a cautious look. “Ordinary deep demons really don’t take the initiative to protect their master. The annihilation cultists acted together only because they were restricted by the symbiosis contract, and once they ran into the deep sea, they would immediately lose control, and the cultist would die. “

“So that’s what happened,” Duncan rubbed his chin and muttered thoughtfully, “No wonder that guy looked reluctant when he was dragged in…” At this moment, he stayed by the side all the

time Fan Na, who didn’t speak, finally seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and she moved a little closer to the long table: “Those heretics…do they have other actions besides trying to take you out of the cemetery? Duncan

looked up at Fanna, who quickly added: “Probably because of professional habits, I am very concerned about the purpose of those heresies, just like what Mr. Flesh and blood are interested, so those believers who appeared in the cemetery are even more suspicious. “

What you said reminded me,” Duncan touched his chin, and said thoughtfully, “the body I was occupying at that time had a very strange ‘disintegration’ phenomenon shortly after leaving the coffin , the skin and muscles disintegrated and fell off like dry and cracked soil, and those cultists seemed to have expected this…”

Fanna frowned slightly. She thought for a long time before she suddenly thought of something: “So, the key is the body you occupied at that time.” “

You mean…

” Interesting—but what if it’s not a ‘flesh and blood’?” Vanna looked up, looking seriously into Duncan’s eyes, “Even, it might not be a ‘flesh and blood’ at all.”

Listen After Fanna’s analysis, Duncan thought thoughtfully: “Oh…then this will be a bit of fun.”

…

After a long absence, the Seamist finally returned to its home port.

On the edge of the secret island shrouded in ice floes, turbulent currents and fog, the steel battleship with a high bow is docking steadily at the end of the trestle. The undead sailors are busy in the cold wind and mist, some of them are checking the status of the ship, Another part is taking inventory of goods, or directing the cranes on the shore to lift heavy cargo boxes from the hold to the shore.

The Sea Mist returned from the warm central waters. Although it did not bring back any good news this time, it brought back gifts and specialties from afar—fine wine and souvenirs presented to the “Sea Mist Venture Capital Company” by the Purdue authorities, There are also tobacco, cloth, and handicrafts purchased by the captain. These things are good things for the cold and closed secret island.

Although the undead have left the world of the living, they still have independent personalities and emotions. They also need a certain quality of life, as well as entertainment and hobbies. In a certain way, they need these things more than living people.

Because their souls always feel cold and empty, they need the warm creations of civilization to fill those holes.

Standing on the edge of the deck, the first mate, Aiden, carefully stuffed the fine tobacco from Purland into an ancient short-stemmed pipe, lit it with a lighter, and took a deep puff comfortably with the cigarette holder in his mouth.

Then he held his breath and made an effort.

A dense cloud of smoke escaped from the collar, cuffs and chest pocket of his crew uniform, covering his entire upper body in a cloud of white smoke.

Aiden turned his neck, looked at the smoke surrounding him, and then pulled away his collar to take a look.

The bullet hole in his chest was still emitting green smoke.

“Warm tobacco can fill a hole in the soul—but a hole in the body is another story, isn’t it?”

A hoarse and dull voice suddenly came from behind, and Aiden turned his head to see a pale-skinned A shriveled old man was standing on the edge of the deck. The old man was wearing a priest’s robe, one side of his skull was sunken, and the corresponding half of his body showed a damp texture as if soaked in sea water.

That’s Seamist’s chaplain, Will.

After the old pastor finished chanting, he picked up the small wine bottle and brought it to his mouth, and took a sip with his head raised.

Drips of wine dripped from the sides of his cheeks cracked by the hollow of his skull.

Aiden looked at the old pastor for a while, and suddenly said, “Let me teach you a skill? You can drink this bottle of wine for several days…” “The skill is not good,” the old

pastor shook his head. “It’s mainly disgusting. And pantothenic acid started from the third time.”

Aiden shrugged, picked up the pipe and took another deep breath, then held his breath again, his whole body was filled with smoke.

“Actually, there’s nothing wrong with being immortal. I can’t play like this when I’m alive.” “

…It’s nice to be kind.” The old pastor couldn’t help but sigh.

(Thanks to the angry Bai Yinmeng, today is double update~)

(End of this chapter)