Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 664

[Chapter 657 Desire for Cotton]

was very quiet on the ship. Except for the soft sound of breaking waves that could occasionally be heard through the open windows, the only movement that could be heard in the cabin was the slight noise coming from the distant machinery room and piping equipment— —Most people seemed to have left the area, and even those who stayed should have stayed cautiously and quietly in the room at this time.

This quietness can even give people the illusion of “safety”. If it weren’t for the occasional faint smell of blood, a reckless and ignorant visitor would never have imagined that this place was a lair occupied by a group of cultists.

But Lucretia knew that her “visit” might have been noticed by the owner of the ship.

Because she could feel a hostility against her spreading on the ship, and a powerful perception was “scanning” every corridor and every cabin here over and over again.

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

Rabbit Rabbit stood beside her cautiously. This scary-looking doll was looking around nervously. After observing it for a long time, he couldn’t help but whisper: “Didn’t the old master come with you?” Lu

. Cresia lowered her head and glanced: “You want to see him now?”

Rabbit suddenly trembled: “No, no, no, Rabbi is just a little curious, Rabbi doesn’t want to…”

“Father will come later, but I You need to help him ‘clean’ this dirty place first.” Lucretia felt that the rabbit’s reaction was interesting, but she did not continue teasing her. “He needs some living Annihilation Cultists to use for some kind of… …communication ceremony, but if he comes directly, I’m afraid there won’t be any survivors here.”

The doll rabbit listened as if he understood, and after a while he suddenly said: “Oh, Rabbi, remember Now, the demons around ordinary Annihilation cultists will be scared to death by the old master, right?” “

…You can remember some useful things.”

“Rabbi is so smart!” The doll rabbit immediately became proud, and then it Then he changed his tone and whispered in a mysterious tone that wanted to take credit, “Then if that’s the case, the rabbi has a suggestion…” “Suggestion?” “Maybe we just need to keep

that

‘saint’ Just go down…According to the rabbi’s observation, the ‘saint’ has eaten his symbiotic demon, and he will not die when he sees his old master…”

Lucretia raised her eyebrows.

…

Something is aboard the ship – shadows are spreading on the ship, unsettling auras briefly appear and disappear from perception, some areas deep in the cabin are gradually losing contact, and those believers who are moving around the ship …Something is going wrong.

In the brightly lit, spacious and gorgeous assembly hall, the Annihilation cultists are gathering. More and more people have received the summoning orders of the saints. These anxious dark believers come from all over, whispering in the depressive atmosphere. , cautiously discussing the current situation.

About a dozen more believers were isolated separately, and they were brought to the high platform where the saints were. Everyone had ropes soaked in magic potion tied around their bodies, and special collars used to suppress symbiotic demons around their necks. .

There were also some heavily armed priests standing not far away, obviously looking after the dozen or so believers who were tied up alone.

Eyes from nearby inevitably fell on the tied “compatriots”, and whispers around them began to discuss and speculate on what mistakes these people had committed to be tied up like this in the Saint. before.

Someone recognized that these people who were tied up were all “dreamers” who had participated in the operation “Dream of the Nameless One” before. Thinking about the rumors about the Dream of the Nameless One and the Children of the Sun that had just spread on the ship today, this low-level The discussion became more tense and restless.

Richard could only feel the noisy murmurs coming from around him.

Those buzzing and rumbling sounds were poking around in his head like countless files, gradually becoming like sharp noises and meaningless roars. He could no longer distinguish the words in those sounds. The meaning of those words, the growing cold feeling deep in his blood vessels made him more and more irritated, and what was even more disturbing… was that he could no longer hear the small but reassuring voice in his head from just now. .

Where is the rabbi?

He slowly raised his head and looked at Du Meng who was tied next to him – the latter just raised his head and turned his gaze this way.

Du Meng’s eyes also showed hesitation and confusion. He opened his mouth to Richard, but no words came out. It was as if there was something blocked in his throat, and the cracks between his teeth could be vaguely seen. Some white floc.

“You brought something to the ship…”

The saint’s voice finally sounded from the high platform, and the chilling pressure was directed at Richard, Dumont and others.

“Where did you hide it?”

Among the dozen Annihilation cultists who were tied up, a few swayed a few times, as if they still had instinctive fear in the face of the pressure of the saints, but the remaining people stood motionless, as if they had already They have lost their sense of danger and superiors – in their skins, it seems that they no longer have the nerves and flesh to respond to fear.

The criss-crossed black bones on the saint’s body made a clicking sound, and each knock of the bone fragments seemed to emit a force that was enough to knock the soul. In this series of clicking sounds, Richard’s shaky sanity seemed to be a little bit… After recovering a little, he finally remembered who he was, but then he began to wonder – why was he tied up?

He hesitantly raised his head and looked in the direction of the high platform.

A majestic voice came from the high platform: “What did you see in the dream of the Nameless One? What did you come into contact with? What did you do after you returned?” Richard’s mind was working hard. In the hazy state, what was left of him

was The last spark of thought finally burst out –

“It’s the sea witch, it’s the witch and her servants!”

He thought he shouted.

But in fact, he just opened his mouth suddenly, and after several difficult hoarse sounds, he spit out a large ball of cotton in front of everyone.

More cotton was still stuck in his throat, leaving him unable to speak at all.

The last spark dissipated, and Richard lowered his head and stared blankly at the white floc on the floor – cotton, precious cotton!

“My cotton…my cotton…my cotton!”

A series of meaningless mumblings came out from the throat full of cotton. Richard hurriedly lay down, trying to retrieve the precious cotton – tied up on his body The rope caused him to lose his balance. He almost fell straight down, and then struggled and squirmed on the floor in a twisted and crazy posture, desperately trying to grab the wet cotton wool with his mouth.

Thump, thump.

Several other figures also fell down one after another!

Dumont, Wesen, Su Locke…these people who had entered the Dream of the Nameless One with Richard fell to the ground one after another. The fatal attraction of cotton made them unable to resist. They roared, grunted, and struggled. , desperately fighting for the cotton wool that Richard just spat out.

Don’t take my cotton! Don’t take my cotton!

Richard roared anxiously in his heart. He desperately used his head to push away Dumont, who was squeezing towards him, but Wesson bit him on the ear again – they began to bite each other over the cotton. All reason and emotion have faded away, leaving only the instinct to scramble for cotton!

There was an uproar in the hall, and even the cold-hearted dark cultists made a huge commotion in front of this weird and horrifying scene. They watched the dozen former “compatriots” struggling on the floor while being bound by ropes. Squirming, watching them bite each other, making confused roars, while cotton wool kept pouring out of their bite wounds – like some kind of living, parasitic organism made of fiber!

“Execute them!” A loud shout came from the high platform.

“Bang bang bang -“

Under the order of the saint, someone at the scene finally reacted. Several gunshots roared in the hall. The armed priests responsible for guarding began to shoot at Richard and others with large-caliber revolvers. Then, someone else began to call on the power of the symbiotic demon, and threw all the power of magic bullets, lightning, and acid mist at those former “compatriots” who were obviously no longer human.

The bodies of Richard and Dumont were easily torn apart by these attacks, and their fragile skins torn apart like old cloth, making a squeaking sound, but a flurry of cotton wool spewed out of their bodies, and there was no trace of it. Every trace of flesh and blood.

A dozen Annihilation cultists parasitized by “cotton” lost their lives in the blink of an eye.

However, after only being quiet for less than a few seconds, the cotton flowing out of their bodies suddenly started to squirm again – the cotton began to eat and tear each other, as if these people’s obsession with robbing cotton in life was still in these flocs. The cotton was surging, and as the cotton devoured and tore each other, some flying things floated up from the pile of cotton wool.

Those are spores that are like dust.

Spores spread like thin mist and began to spread throughout the hall.

Even the dullest people felt the danger and terror after seeing the diffuse spore mist.

But those diffuse spores only floated outward for a short distance before they seemed to encounter an invisible barrier and were quickly suppressed by a powerful force and returned to the pile of cotton wool.

On the high platform, the “Saint” opened his black skeleton like a crown cage, and tentacles extended from the giant brain, swinging in the air.

All the escaping spores were captured, and then a burst of flames ignited out of thin air, instantly burning away the pile of cotton that was still crazily wriggling and churning.

(End of chapter)