Oh no!

The moment he saw the distorted light, the old guard realized that he had fallen into an extremely dangerous situation due to his carelessness - in this cold and lonely night, an unimaginable and indescribable existence actually knocked on his door, and what was even more deadly was that he had lit powerful incense a few minutes ago in order to dig out secrets from the souls of the two cultists!

The incense was enough to create the dying illusion that the caster wanted in the deceased's mind, and it could also greatly enhance the caster's own perception range and mental acuity, allowing him to successfully distinguish the breath of the deep demon from the subtlest fluctuations of consciousness of the two cultists - the side effect was that his spiritual vision was temporarily enhanced, so that at this moment he was almost defenseless and faced the truth about the visitor.

The gorgeous and distorted starlight was surging wildly outside the door, vaguely outlining a huge, giant-like existence, as if ten thousand roars superimposed on each other and the shrill howling were rampaging in the mind, and each howl seemed to tear apart his soul. The old guard stood there stiffly and saw a ray of starlight extending towards him. The front end of the starlight suddenly bloomed, as if countless eyes were moving around inside.

Duncan looked at the old man holding a shotgun in front of him, then leaned over to take a look behind the old man.

He saw the two lifeless bodies.

The cultist had been dealt with—the seemingly vulnerable old man in front of him seemed to have strength beyond his expectations.

"It looks like the problem has been solved. That's great." Duncan smiled and nodded. "I wanted to help you, but I was worried that you might be in danger..."

As he spoke, he looked down at his current state and quickly added, "Ah, I know I look a little scary and very suspicious now. The reasons are very complicated. The situation was urgent, so I had to temporarily use a body of poor quality. Now this body is gradually collapsing. But don't worry, old man, I'm not a bad person..."

The buzzing and rumbling sound seemed to be mixed with human language. The few understandable words mixed with vast knowledge washed over all the senses. The old guard faced the star giant in an invisible storm, and he realized that the other party was talking to him.

The nameless being that visited him on this winter night seemed to want to communicate something with him.

But he couldn't hear anything clearly.

There was just one thing he was very clear about - he was the guard of the cemetery.

He couldn't allow suspicious existence to continue on this land that was supposed to be the resting place of the dead.

The old man's muscles were stiff, but he slowly raised the double-barreled shotgun in his hand. Under tremendous mental pressure and confusion, he aimed the gun at the "individual" that was as powerful as a god.

"Leave," he mumbled, then raised his voice a little, "Leave! Don't disturb them!"

Duncan frowned.

But he soon understood the old guard's fierce reaction at this moment - after all, he did not look like a good person at all.

Black smoke was coming out of his body, his skin was broken, and he dropped half a pound of coal dust. The old man just pointed the gun at himself and did not fire immediately, which only proved that there might be no bullets in his gun...

"I should leave now," Duncan nodded and took a half step back, not minding the old man's intense reaction at all. "I just came to confirm the situation."

He could feel that the collapse of this body had reached its limit, and his spirit projected from the Lost Homeland was gradually separating from this disintegrating medium.

"It was my first visit today, and the scene was quite chaotic, with many accidents," he said to the old guard with a smile, "but my previous conversation with you was quite pleasant. I hope we can meet in a more peaceful and stable environment next time. Goodbye."

The spirit was pulled out of the body, and this body, which had quickly disintegrated due to the death of the symbiotic demon, was finally completely destroyed. After losing Duncan's forced support, it fell on its back and turned into a piece of dry and broken charcoal the moment it fell to the ground.

That indescribable existence suddenly left, it actually left.

The old guard felt that the huge pressure and maddening noise in his spiritual world disappeared in an instant. The chaotic starlight in front of his eyes also disappeared in the blink of an eye. A tinnitus with a sense of emptiness emerged. He raised his head and looked around in the continuous tinnitus. He saw the cemetery path winding under the light of the gas street lamps. The shadows on both sides of the path were blurred and overlapping, as if hiding countless shaking and jumping outlines. The caskets near and far were covered with jumping limbs and creeping shadows, and pairs of eyes blinked in the dark, and each pair of eyes looked like a human but not a human.

He closed his eyes tightly, silently chanted the name of Bartok, the god of death, and opened them again after a few seconds.

The strange scene in his vision still existed, but it was a little better than before. At least he could see more of the real world as it should be, and could see the boundary between the road and the morgue clearly.

It's the remnant of madness - the good news is that it's not permanent madness, nor is it complete madness.

The old guard looked towards the path and saw a pile of strange charcoal scattered on the side of the road. He then looked in the direction of the morgue in the distance, but it was difficult to see what it really looked like.

The pale light of creation illuminates this world.

His rich experience turned into an accurate judgment at this moment: he didn't know how long his symptoms of madness would last, and continuing to go out when he lost his judgment and his mental state might deteriorate at any time would only lead to unpredictable results - he was not even sure whether he would be aiming at a living person or a dead person the next time he raised his gun.

That unspeakable existence left. From the perspective of the superior individual, it can be said that He did not harm this place at all, which means that He may be some kind of friendly existence - so at least in the short term, the cemetery should not be invaded by anything else.

No matter what we want to investigate next, we have to wait until the sun rises.

The old guard pondered for a moment, turned back to the cabin, quickly locked the door, and locked the windows while fighting the persistent dizziness and tinnitus. Relying on his memory, he found herbs and holy oils from a pile of disordered shadows and crawling things, and sprinkled them in the four corners of the room. After doing all this, he came to the center of the room, pushed the still warm corpse from the chair to the ground, sat on the chair himself, hung a death emblem on his chest, hugged the double-barreled shotgun, and quietly waited for the day to come.

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In the captain's bedroom of the Lost Homeland, Duncan breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at his side.

Ai was looking over here with his head tilted, and suddenly said: "Our soldiers are fighting the enemy... The situation is too unfavorable for us!"

"Is Alice fighting with something again?" Duncan listened to the noise outside. He could vaguely hear the clanging sounds on the deck and the occasional screams of the doll lady, but this sound had long become a daily routine on the Lost Homeland, so he didn't care. He just shook his head and said, "Let her be. She will stop fighting after a while."

As he spoke, he stretched his slightly stiff neck, raised his head and looked out the window.

It is not yet sunrise, and there is still darkness on the vast ocean.

And at the end of that darkness is the direction of the frost.

His rather hasty journey to the Frost was not smooth. Not only did he fail to find a body that could be used for a long time, he was even unable to leave the cemetery in the end.

But even though things weren't going smoothly, my efforts were not in vain.

Duncan recalled his experience in the cemetery and sorted out the information he had.

The Annihilation Cultists who follow the Holy Lord of the Deep... this is the most noteworthy part.

Four cultists, posing as priests of the God of Death during the strictest curfew period, went to a cemetery and tried to steal a corpse, even risking their lives for it... This is no small matter.

It can be predicted that what happens in the cemetery after sunrise tomorrow will come into the sight of the Frost authorities and the local church, and will cause a stir among the church defenders.

Of course, this "dead person" crawling out of the coffin would attract the attention of the local church.

That temporary body...

Duncan frowned a little.

This is another key point.

There was obviously something wrong with the corpse - not only because four Annihilation Cultists risked their lives to come and steal it in the middle of the night, but also because the body later strangely "self-disintegrated".

Duncan looked at his hands.

He still remembers very clearly the scene of the body quickly disintegrating.

It was not the first time for him to occupy a body, but it was the first time for him to see the strange disintegration phenomenon. Back in Pland's sewer, even when the sacrifice that lost its heart was in the worst condition, it had never experienced such a strange situation!

At the same time, Duncan also remembered a sentence that the cultist accidentally revealed:

"This body has almost reached its limit."

Those Annihilation Cultists obviously knew something. They had anticipated the disintegration of the body...

Duncan raised his hand and slowly stroked his chin.

While guessing the intentions of those cultists, he was also thinking about another thing.

Behind these unusual things...is there any connection with Morris' "friend who came back from the dead"?