The ship was filled with memories - but as he stayed on the ship longer, Tirian realized that many things were different from what he remembered.

For example, there are objects that seem to be alive and move around on the boat.

For example, the spiritual sail that has lost its substance and floats on the mast like gauze or mist.

For example, the strange first mate in the captain's room - a strange sculpture that my father called "goat head".

He sat opposite the navigation table, looking at the seemingly real things in the room. Many things could still be found in his memory, but there were many more mottled traces. His father sat opposite him, telling him what happened between the Deep Sea Church and the Lost Homeland. The young judge from Plande sat next to his father, adding to his story from time to time.

The turn of events was completely beyond his expectations.

"A... secret envoy," the pirate repeated the words Vanna had just used in a strange tone, with a rather subtle expression on his face. "The church's actions... are more courageous than I thought."

"To be honest, this also surprised me at first," Duncan said with a smile. "The Pope is... an unpredictable person. I don't know how much of her words are sincere and how much are out of the interests of the church and the instructions of the Storm Goddess Gemona. But anyway, the development of this matter is in line with my thoughts - I really need a bridge to communicate with the Four Gods Church, and a helper who is good at dealing with cultists."

"Deal with the cultists..." Tirian showed a thoughtful expression, "I remember you mentioned those Annihilation Cultists and the clues found on the Obsidian..."

"I asked you to come here for this," Duncan nodded gently, then casually took out the tobacco box from his body, opened the lid and presented the contents to Tirian, "This is the clue I found from the depths of the Obsidian - the flesh and blood of the Deep Lord."

Tirian held his breath. Although he knew that there should be no danger with his father present, he still felt a little nervous the moment the box was opened. Then he saw the "piece of meat" that was only the size of a thumb.

An indescribable feeling of fear and rejection surged into his heart almost instantly, just like the instinctive hair standing on end when a person is unarmed and suddenly encounters a ferocious beast. The piece of meat just lay lifeless in the iron box, but he still felt as if he was being stared at by some living being with great power and great will!

Tirian averted his gaze almost instantly, and when he came to his senses, he realized that cold sweat was already running down his forehead.

"Are you okay?" Duncan noticed the other person's condition and frowned slightly. "Why is your reaction bigger than Morris and Vanna's?"

Tirian was still in shock and asked subconsciously: "They didn't react so strongly?"

"We felt resistance and danger, but nothing so violent... as this," Vanna said immediately. "What did you feel just now?"

Tirian told him frankly what he felt just now, and then looked at the piece of flesh with a frown, with many thoughts in his mind.

“I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I felt like this thing… was staring at me for a moment just now,” he began, “as if it were still alive… or something ‘behind’ it was looking at me.”

Duncan and Vanna immediately looked at each other.

It turned out to be the right decision to bring Tirian here - without actual contact, some detailed clues would be difficult to surface.

This piece of flesh and blood, which is suspected to be the fragment of the Holy Lord, has a special reaction to Tirian's approach and gaze!

"Is it because you participated in the Abyss Project back then?" Duncan thought for a moment and expressed his guess - the Abyss Project. This was the biggest special thing he could think of about Tirian in this incident.

Tirian did not speak for a moment. He recalled and pondered for a few seconds before looking up. "Can you confirm that the Obsidian really went to the Frost Deep Sea?"

"No, because there is no direct evidence, but my intuition tells me that it returned from there," Duncan said frankly, "The features on the ship are too similar to the 'replica' you described."

Tirian did not speak for a moment, but just stared at the small black iron box on the table, as if hesitating and weighing the options. After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly said, "Can you let me take another look?"

"Are you sure?" Duncan looked into Tirian's eyes. "This could be dangerous. If it is indeed Project Abyss that has established a connection between you and this thing, then every time you come into contact with it, you are strengthening this connection."

Tirian was silent for two seconds, and then a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "... On your ship, things shouldn't get worse, right?"

"If anything does get out, I will take care of it," Duncan nodded slightly and pushed the small iron box he had just taken back to Tirian again. "Be cautious and give the alarm immediately if anything happens."

Tirian nodded, took a deep breath, and once again turned his gaze to the piece of flesh and blood from the Lord of the Deep.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the feeling of resistance and tension came to his mind again, and the feeling of being watched from afar by a majestic existence also hit his perception hard. The connection established by the extraordinary power washed over his mind like a huge wave, and his own survival instinct made Tirian almost close his eyes instantly.

But this time, he forced himself to fight against his instinct. He did not look away, nor did he take the initiative to interrupt or fight against the will that emerged in his mind.

And it was during this long period of persistence that he finally confirmed the situation he had vaguely felt just now -

The will and power that came from this "Flesh and Blood of the Holy Lord"... turned out to be harmless.

All the fear, danger, and resistance he felt were merely the natural shock caused by the majestic power. That sight hidden on the other side of the flesh and blood... was actually just a pale gaze.

Tirian's heart moved, and he raised his head, ready to tell his father what he had discovered.

However, the next second, he found himself surrounded by darkness and chaos—the familiar cabin and the figures in the room had disappeared from his sight without him noticing.

He stood up in astonishment and instinctively wanted to pick up a weapon, but then realized that he was unarmed. He looked around cautiously, trying to see things clearly in this dark chaos, but found that his vision seemed to be covered by a layer of black curtain. Even if he put his hands in front of his eyes, he could only see a hazy outline.

It is a strong mental interference, and one's consciousness is being guided and disturbed by something.

But still no malice was felt.

Tirian stood in the darkness in a daze, and suddenly, he seemed to hear a sound.

There was a rustling sound behind him, as if something huge was moving, and a slightly cold breath approached the back of his neck.

Tirian's heart tightened instantly and he turned his head suddenly.

A huge, strange limb that was black and brown with faint blue lines stretched out in front of him in the darkness.

The limb was shaped like a tentacle, but it was astonishingly hundreds of meters long. It rose in the darkness like a soft pillar, and the amorphous protrusion at the end of the tentacle was less than one meter in front of Tirian. Far away from this limb, in the direction where the tentacle extended, a larger and more indescribable structure was emerging from the darkness little by little!

It seemed like a mountain, a city, a chaotic thing that could drive a mortal crazy in an instant. It should not have been shaped by the real world, nor could it have been created by any god in a rational state. It was like some kind of mollusk from the deep sea, like a hybrid structure of a starfish and a squid, but the next second, its smoke-like surface began to surge, and countless tentacles, hands and feet, eyes and tongues were born, and all of this was constantly changing.

In this brief moment, Tirian's eyes were almost widened to the limit, and surging thoughts were roaring in his mind. He didn't know whether he felt fear now, and he even temporarily lost the ability to judge his own emotions. He just watched the tentacles extending in front of him swaying slightly, as if they wanted to communicate with him and convey some information to him, but he could not understand the various roars mixed in the overwhelming information.

Eyes opened on the surface of the tentacle, many, many eyes. Tirian looked into those eyes. Suddenly, he seemed to have finally "heard" some understandable information from those eyes and the huge "body" in the distance.

“…Run.”

"boom!"

A terrifying roar suddenly exploded in his mind, as if some huge repulsive force was tearing his spirit apart and throwing it back into the real world. Tirian almost lost consciousness in an instant, but just when he thought his soul was about to be torn into pieces in this endless dark chaos, a faint green fire suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

The flames roared and enveloped him.

All the horrific images were destroyed in the flames.

Before he could react, those horrible "visions" and sounds had vanished like a dream—and he was back in the captain's room of the Lost Homeland.