Vanna stood up and came to the statue of the goddess in the small prayer room. The statue was placed on a high platform, and around the platform, bright candles were burning quietly.

"We should convey this warning to Storm Cathedral, and preferably to other churches and city-states," Bishop Valentine's voice came from behind, "but this involves the source of the warning. If we want it to be convincing enough, we must give reasons that are convincing enough for the other three churches. Simply saying 'a saint received a revelation in a dream' is not enough.

"Her Holiness the Pope is aware of the connection between you and Captain Duncan. She has not issued any admonitions about this, and it seems that she has acquiesced to this matter. However, if other churches knew the truth...their reactions would be unpredictable, especially the Church of Death."

"The influence of the Thirteen Islands of Veselan..." Vanna muttered softly, "The Church of Death is very wary of the Lost Homeland."

"That's right. The Thirteen Islands of Veselan were the victims dragged into the warp by the Lost Homeland. A century ago, they were the largest archipelago city-state controlled by the Church of Death. To the followers of the God of Death, the status of those thirteen islands was equivalent to that of Plunder to the Deep Sea Church today." Valentine sighed. "It's very troublesome. A hundred years have passed. This is not just a matter of hatred, but also a natural distrust of humans towards an 'out-of-control disaster'. If they knew the source of this warning, they might first think of this matter as a conspiracy."

Vanna didn't speak for a while, but after a few seconds of silence, she suddenly said, "The Storm Cathedral is coming, and perhaps His Holiness the Pope will have his own considerations on this."

“I hope so,” Valentine muttered unsurely. “Anyway, the Four Gods Church has also noticed the situation of Vision 001, but it seems that we haven’t paid enough attention to it. If the Deep Sea Church can take the lead and raise the priority of this matter, I think at least this ‘warning’ effect will be achieved.”

Vanna nodded slowly, then raised her eyes and stared at the statue of the storm goddess Gemona. After a long while, she prayed softly: "...May you protect me."

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On the stern deck of the Lost Homeland, Duncan had just completed his inspection of the entire ship and was preparing to return to his room to rest.

The Lost Homeland needed an overall inspection every once in a while, especially the bottom of the ship - those cabins submerged by the boundless sea needed the captain's intimidation and comfort to ensure stability.

During this inspection, Duncan focused on checking the "subspace door" at the bottom of the cabin and confirmed that the door was still closed.

This made him feel more at ease.

But corresponding to this sense of "peace of mind" was a vague sense of uneasiness in his heart: he still didn't understand how he had managed to enter the "other side" of the door after sleeping in the bedroom last time.

He entered the subspace in a daze, and stayed on another Lost Homeland in the subspace for half a day in a daze. Although he finally found a way to return safely, he could never completely calm down as long as he could not determine the mechanism of his entry into the subspace.

The time when he entered the subspace was just after the problem occurred in Anomaly 001.

Problems with the "Sun", strange dreams, and entering the subspace, these three things happened so closely that it is hard not to wonder if there is a hidden connection behind them.

Duncan stood in front of the captain's cabin, holding the lantern in one hand, and took a deep breath in the cool night air.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this "uneasiness" that he conveyed a warning in his previous "dream communication" with Vanna. Although he was not sure how much his strange dream reflected reality, after dealing with extraordinary visions so many times, he at least had one experience: it might be okay for an ordinary person to have a dream, but if he, "Captain Duncan", had a dream... then he must not really regard it as a dream.

He now only hoped that his warning would allow the Church of the Four Gods to focus more attention on the issue of Vision 001.

He knew that he was not an expert in the supernatural field, and even if he wanted to study the problem of Anomaly 001, he would not know where to start. What he could do... was to attract those real experts to the problem.

The warning from "Captain Duncan" is undoubtedly a reason for many people to take it seriously.

After collecting his thoughts for a while, Duncan put his hand on the door handle of the captain's room, but before opening the door, he suddenly thought of another thing.

The Abyss Project that Tirian had mentioned to him.

Duncan frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then pushed open the "Door of the Lost Homelanders".

The swirling fog appeared in the door frame.

He stepped into it.

After a brief dizziness and sense of time and space dislocation, Zhou Ming opened his eyes and saw the familiar single apartment. Everything here was still the same.

He calmed himself down, and first of all he checked the windowsill, desk, etc. as usual. After confirming that nothing here had changed, he walked to the end of the room.

On the simple shelves, the exquisite "models" of the Lost Homeland and Pland are still quietly placed in their original places.

Zhou Ming walked over and picked up the "model" representing Pland. Then he carried this "collection" which was neither light nor heavy in his hand to a desk not far away, sat down and carefully observed its "base" structure.

He had never thought about this before - it must be admitted that "under the city-state" is not only a blind spot in the thinking of many people in this world, but also a blind spot in his thinking.

He only saw an extremely smooth bottom surface.

Below the sea level of the Pland city-state, the corresponding part of the model comes to an abrupt end, and its bottom surface is so smooth as if it had been cut by a sharp blade.

Zhou Ming stared at the base of the model and fell into deep thought.

If it is a "model", this neat and tidy bottom surface is of course normal, but he knows that this "collection" is not an ordinary model. It should be a "projection" or "projection" of the real Pland in this room. What this thing presents... should be the complete appearance of Pland!

Whatever is underneath the city-state, whether it is an infinitely long pillar or a pancake-like base, it should have a structure, rather than the part below the sea level that ends abruptly as it does now.

Was it because I didn't burn the city-state thoroughly enough? Or was it because...

Have you “ignored” this part?

Zhou Ming frowned slightly, his fingers tapping the edge of the desk unconsciously. Then he calmed himself down, placed his hand above the model, and his spirit gradually spread out.

In the antique shop in Plande City-State, Duncan, who had just said goodnight to Nina and Shirley, walked silently back to the room, came to the window, and quietly looked out at the night scene of the neighborhood filled with night lights and the quiet night.

It was late at night and almost all the residents of the city had returned home. The streets were extremely quiet, with only a few spots of light moving in the depths of the slightly dark streets. They were the patrolling guards and the glow of the lanterns in their hands.

Duncan closed his eyes slightly.

The scene of the entire Pland city-state appeared directly in his mind from a clearer and more intuitive perspective.

Crowded residential areas, steam factories that run day and night, quiet commercial districts, damp streets along the sea, gas lamps on the roadside, and pipeline systems that span the city...

Somewhere in the city, a team of defenders was walking out of an alley, preparing to check the situation of the next gas and steam node.

The young team member holding a lantern looked at the quiet street ahead and murmured with some regret: "It seems that tonight is peaceful again... To be honest, I am not used to such a quiet night."

"Don't let your guard down," the captain glanced at his men, "Anything can happen in the dark, pay attention to the darkest places."

"Yes, I understand." The team member straightened up quickly, but couldn't help but say, "But don't you think it's been very peaceful these past two days? I heard that there wasn't even one person in the city's recent night patrol records..."

A light green glow suddenly flashed at the edge of his vision, causing the team member to stop subconsciously.

It seemed as if the light from a distant gas lamp had changed in an instant, but it was extremely brief, extremely hidden, and almost impossible to capture.

"Did you see anything flash by just now?" The team member subconsciously put his hand on the rune steel sword at his waist and whispered seriously, "The gas lamp seemed to flash."

"I saw your lantern flash a little bit," another team member said.

The team members subconsciously set their eyes on the captain.

But the captain just frowned, as if he was thinking about something. After several seconds, the senior guard shook his head and said, "Continue patrolling - just report the situation to the church when you return."

The Guardian team left the place.

Similar situations occurred throughout the city.

Green light and shadows floated in the flames, and invisible gazes flashed in the darkness - Duncan's thoughts flowed throughout the entire city-state, and then gradually sank deeper into the city-state.

In that transcendent and clear "perception", Duncan let his consciousness sink little by little to explore the structure of the city-state under the sea.

In the apartment room, Zhou Ming suddenly opened his eyes.

A slight friction sound came into my ears.

He picked up the "collection" in front of him and stared closely at the bottom of the Pland city-state.

A rough and complex new structure... is "growing" little by little at the bottom of this "model".