In his last moments of clarity, Belazov saw the figure standing on the edge of the wreckage.

The other person's tall, thin and slightly pale face was reflected in his pupils. Also coming into view was the pitch-black chain floating in the air, and the dark demon at the end of the chain - the "Smoke Jellyfish".

After a brief moment of shock, Belazov finally recalled scenes after scenes - he recalled this figure, and recalled those scenes that had always been blocked from his consciousness. He remembered that when he stepped onto Dagger Island, this tall and thin heretic was standing on the shore, when he entered the "secret room", he walked beside him, and when he returned to the Petrel, he was standing in the cabin...

Berazov's eyes widened, and the burnt skin on his face seemed to make cracking sounds. He wanted to yell, wanted to speak, but only a low hissing sound came out from his chest. At the same time, the tall and thin figure with a pale face finally lowered his head and looked down at the dying general.

"I admit that I was negligent," the tall, thin, pale man said calmly, with almost no emotion in his tone, as if he was talking to himself in front of a piece of rotten wood instead of talking to a person. "When you were walking around the ship, I just thought you were checking the status of each post - General Belazov, I must admit that your acting is very good."

Berazov just stared at the other person, anger boiling in his chest, but he could no longer move this once strong body.

"What a pity! You were almost going to become a 'messenger'," the tall and thin man shook his head regretfully, "bringing the glory of the Holy Lord to the city-state, saving the mortals who are suffering from filth from their bodies, and letting the first piece of paradise come to this filthy and twisted 'reality'. You wasted such a glorious opportunity... you just needed that last little bit of distance."

"Heretics..." Belazov finally squeezed out a little sound from his chest, his teeth and bones creaking as they rubbed against each other, "You...don't even think about getting involved..."

“Save some of your energy, General,” the tall and thin man took a step forward and looked down at the dying man lying in the center of the wreckage. “Accept your death peacefully. The blessing of the Lord will give your pathetic body a new life. You have wasted the opportunity to become a messenger, but the forgiving Lord will not give up on your suffering soul…”

Accompanied by this whisper that seemed to have bewitching power, the tall and thin man slowly stretched out his right hand, and the smoke jellyfish floating behind him also rose and squirmed, and gradually released an increasingly obvious red glow from its body that was like gauze and mist. The blood-red glow was reflected in Belazov's gradually darkening pupils, but his body gradually fell into coldness - his consciousness seemed to have completely dissipated, and he no longer reacted to the outside world.

“It took a lot of effort.” The tall and thin man shook his head, and his tone finally showed some emotion. “Damn it, if it wasn’t for that queen… Pfft.”

A sticky and strange crawling and sliding sound was heard, and the surging sea water around the wreckage began to produce abnormal black foam. In the foam, a strange substance like mud gradually surged up and spread towards the direction of Belazov's body little by little.

However, just before the muddy substances were about to touch the body, they suddenly stopped.

Even the surging sea water around seemed to be frozen and stagnant.

The tall and thin man looked at this scene in astonishment, and subconsciously communicated with the "Smoke Jellyfish" again, trying to use the power of the Deep Magic Spell to complete the next ceremony. However, the next second, he saw that the general, who had no reaction, suddenly moved slightly.

"You have a very strong vitality," the tall and thin man couldn't help but frowned, "Wouldn't it be better to accept your fate calmly, General Duncan?"

"Not good." The burly figure lying in the center of the wreckage, almost burnt to charcoal, opened his eyes again and calmly looked at the Annihilation Cultist who coexisted with the Deep Demon. "Go on, 'If it's not that queen,' then what's behind it?"

The tall, thin man blinked.

Something is wrong!

He didn't know what was happening, but at that moment, all his intuitions suddenly started beating violently, and a terrible sense of crisis seemed to overflow from his soul and permeate his mind. He stared at the body that had opened its eyes again, and instinctively wanted to step back, but found that his legs refused to execute the order for a moment!

And then, the tall and thin man finally noticed the strange changes in General Duncan - his breathing was steady and powerful, his voice was low and calm, and his eyes were full of vitality. The man who was dying the moment before seemed to have recovered all his vitality at this moment!

The General even sat up!

"If it's not that queen, then what's behind it?" Duncan stood up slowly. His sturdy height allowed him to even look down at the cultist opposite him. He stared into the cultist's eyes and said in a serious and calm tone, "The queen you are talking about, is it the Frost Queen 'Leonora'?"

As he spoke, his gaze was placed behind the cultist, looking at the smoke jellyfish floating in the air.

The jellyfish has begun to react.

The Abyss Demon can sense things that mortals cannot. Even though the cloud of smoke has no facial features, it can obviously "see" the truth inside this charred body. Now it is trembling, and the trembling is getting stronger and stronger, while wisps of black shadows have escaped from its edge, prying the passage between the abyss deep sea and the real world bit by bit.

Duncan couldn't help but sigh in his heart: If there wasn't this dark demon, it would have been easier for him to get some information by continuing to pretend to be a dying general.

"Who are you?!" The Annihilation Cultist also reacted. The intense sense of disharmony and the danger signals constantly sent by the symbiotic demon were enough to make him realize the seriousness of the matter. Even if he couldn't figure out what had happened, he was sure that the soul in the body in front of him was no longer the original soul. "If I'm just passing by, then I have no intention of conflicting with you..."

"Starting to be polite?" Duncan raised his eyebrows, thinking that the cultist in front of him was smarter than the two he saw in the cemetery. "Then why don't you tell me what you and your compatriots are planning, and what does what you are going to do have to do with the 'Frost Queen'?"

As he spoke, he suddenly looked up at the "smoke jellyfish" floating in the air: "Don't run away."

The smoke jellyfish suddenly trembled violently, and the black cracks that spread around it shattered in the blink of an eye, making a sharp tearing sound.

The dark demon is chaotic and unintelligent, but driven by instinct, it seems to be able to "understand advice."

It was only then that the tall and thin man realized that his symbiotic demon had just tried to open the deep passage. A belated fear gripped his mind, but he had no time to communicate with his symbiotic demon at this moment - because the "outsider" who occupied the general's body was casting a calm but cold gaze at him.

"I... am just a nobody," he raised his head, looked into Duncan's eyes, and seemed to be trying to force a smile, "I don't know the whole plan, you..."

"Who knows the full plan?" Duncan said expressionlessly, "And where are they hiding?"

"My compatriots... they..." The tall and thin man spread his hands and forced a half-smile on his face, "They will be honored by me--"

Duncan frowned suddenly, and before he could react, a violent surge of energy suddenly came from the cultist's body. The next second, his whole body suddenly expanded as if inflated, and instantly exploded into a fireball!

Duncan only had time to raise his hand, and the dark green flame turned into a curtain, blocking and transforming the oncoming flames and impact. By the time the explosion dissipated and the surrounding sea surface gradually returned to calm, the cultist had already been reduced to ashes.

Only a cloud of black smoke that was constantly dissipating was left in the air - it was the smoke jellyfish that quickly disintegrated and disappeared after losing its symbiotic medium.

Duncan stared at the scene in amazement. It took him a long time to react. He could only sigh at the fragments floating near the wreckage and said, "These evil guys are really tough... Hey, they don't have to be stupid to believe in a cult."

As he spoke, he shook his head.

The cultist had been blown to pieces, so there was no point in regretting it. However, although I was unable to get more clues from him, I had already obtained a lot of useful information by "possessing" him.

The most useful piece of information was undoubtedly the other party's final mention of "the Queen".

It sounds like the Frost Queen who died in the rebellion half a century ago... caused great trouble to the cultists in one of their actions? This trouble continues to this day, so that they have to spend a lot more effort in their actions?

Duncan raised his hand to rub his chin and raised his eyes thoughtfully.

The night is deep, and the pale light of the Creation of the World faintly illuminates the sea in the distance. At the end of the sea, the lights of the city-state coast can be seen.

No one knew where the Dagger Island was, but it was obviously not far from the main Frost Island.

I'll use this body to deal with the frost - it looks a bit miserable, but at least it won't melt away like the previous one while I'm walking.

Duncan exhaled, walked towards the edge of the wreckage, and at the same time called Ai in his heart, ready to let it take him to the nearby coast.

However, the next second, his movements suddenly stopped.

He lowered his head in surprise.

This body... refuses to obey orders.