The man's heart finally calmed down.

He had escaped from the building eroded by the shadow of the warp, escaped from the terrible mirrors and burning flames, and came to the gathering place watched and blessed by the Holy Lord. Now, he was surrounded by trustworthy compatriots, the swaying lights conveyed reassuring strength, and the encouragement and care of like-minded people were gradually dispelling all panic and tension.

Nothing terrible seemed to be happening.

So, the man in the thick black coat took a long breath, then picked up the water cup handed to him by Duncan, ready to moisten his throat which was a little dry due to the running all the way.

But as soon as he picked up the cup and saw the rippling water in it, he felt a little uncomfortable, and a vague sense of uneasiness rose from the bottom of his heart, so he put the cup back to its original place.

Obviously, this was the "aftereffect" of the previous terrible experience. He felt that it would be best for him not to touch the drink in the cup for at least a few hours - if he really couldn't, he would find a straw later.

"So what happened?" The cultist with yellow hair and a sinister face who had just handed over the cup of water asked with concern, "What trouble did you run into?"

Around the round table, other Annihilation Cultists also turned their eyes in this direction, and everyone had a curious and serious expression on their face.

"That dream... the dream of the nameless one mentioned by the End Preacher. It has an intricate structure inside and is protected by a barrier," the man in the black coat sighed and said with lingering fear, "The entrance did not 'naturally appear'. I don't know what happened to other compatriots who tried to enter. Anyway, I was blocked here, and even those solar remnants were blocked outside. But this is not the worst, the worst..."

The man suddenly stopped and looked at his "compatriot" sitting next to him with some doubt, frowning slightly: "Duncan, are you okay? I feel that you look very bad..."

"Me? I feel fine," the yellow-haired Annihilation Cultist laughed, his voice a little hoarse, "You are too nervous."

"You are indeed too nervous. Duncan always looks sickly." Another person at the round table shook his head. "Go on, what is the worst thing? Ordinary situations would not cause you to react like this."

"...Duncan Abnomer, the cursed ghost who returned from the warp," the man in black said with lingering fear, "He intervened in the 'Dream of the Nameless One'."

The assembly hall suddenly became quiet, as if an invisible freezing wind blew through it, making the air in the basement suddenly seem sticky and stagnant.

In this sudden and unbearable silence, the man in black felt a heavy pressure, but he quickly adjusted his mood and continued, "I first met a very difficult psychiatrist who broke through the 'Psychology Chamber' I specially set up. Then in the open area of ​​the Nameless Man's Dream, I met the even more difficult 'Sea Witch' - things were not too bad up to here. The sun residue delayed the witch's actions, but suddenly, Duncan Abnomer appeared...

"That ghost messed up everything. The sun remnants and their 'blood relatives' are simply vulnerable. The outside intelligence is wrong. Duncan Abnomer and the 'Sea Witch' are not hostile at all - they communicated in front of me, and their relationship is far more harmonious than the outside world speculates.

"Do you remember the news from Frost? I even suspect... that the Lost Home Fleet has never been disbanded. The Brilliant Star and the Sea Mist have been secretly carrying out the orders of that ghost from the beginning to the end. And this time... I happened to discover their secret. That ghost and his two children must also be paying attention to the matter of 'The Dream of the Nameless'..."

The man in black spoke rapidly, his mind active as never before. The previous terrifying experiences began to be reorganized and connected in his mind, supplemented by various intelligence secretly disseminated through various channels in recent times. Finally, it was combined into a very convincing logical chain, at least enough to convince himself. In this statement, he felt that he had finally sorted out his messy thoughts - and understood everything.

However, a real gaze from across the round table suddenly fell on him, interrupting the black-clad man's statement.

"Wait a minute," the owner of that gaze spoke. He was a dignified old man with gray hair, a sharp gaze, and a deep voice with a hint of the seriousness of a leader. "You mean, you encountered that warp shadow in the Nameless One's Dream, and you have been targeted by Him?"

"Yes... yes," the man in black felt nervous. Under the gaze of the "messenger", he was instinctively a little afraid, but he still answered bravely, "He tracked me to the real world and tried to invade my hiding place with the help of the mirror, but I found the pattern of his invasion of the real world and blocked those 'channels'..."

He said this quickly, and finally gradually felt the coldness in the eyes of the "messenger". His dull and numb mind reacted, and he finally noticed - the noise that had been lingering in his mind, and the invisible things that were jumping and squirming at the edge of his vision.

He stood up slowly, his muscles trembling slightly, and he accidentally bumped into the "compatriot" who was sitting closest to him - the latter looked up and gave him a friendly smile, but deep in that smile, there was an indescribable feeling hidden.

The man in black felt his heart tense for no reason, and he spoke hesitantly and nervously: "Duncan, you... why do you look even more..."

The "Annihilation Cultist" with dry yellow hair and a sickly and sinister face sighed and shook his head with some regret.

"Annihilation Cultists - from a certain perspective, your peculiar 'symbiotic ecology' actually has a natural resistance to me. Because the perception of the Deep Demons is very sharp, and they do not have sufficient intelligence to weigh the pros and cons, it only takes a short time for these demons to collapse. Then, the 'carrier' transformed from you will be damaged. In the best case, it can only last for a dozen minutes..."

The "Annihilation Cultist" called "Duncan" spoke slowly, and as he spoke, a slight crackling sound came from all over his body. A dark shadow vaguely bound by chains seemed to struggle and dissipate behind him, and his body was quickly covered with black cracks, and disintegrated and scattered bit by bit.

Duncan slowly opened his hands. The dark demon that had coexisted with this body had died, and this body gradually turned into ashes.

"But the good news is that even though the time was short, I still heard a lot of useful things."

The body was completely reduced to ashes, and in the flickering dim light, countless black ashes scattered silently.

The man in black watched this scene in horror. In those few seconds, he couldn't even tell whether it was fear, regret or anger that came to his mind first. Then, he suddenly reacted and looked up at the "messenger" sitting across the round table: "I am guilty--"

"You are guilty."

The gray-haired "messenger" spoke expressionlessly, raised his hand and pointed forward, and in the darkness, a silent and invisible shadow suddenly emerged and disappeared silently in the assembly hall. In just such a short moment, the "guilty" man in black had lowered his head and slumped in the chair.

After a few seconds, the body quickly caught fire. The black flames instantly devoured his flesh and blood, emitting a disgusting smell.

The cultists in the gathering place watched all this silently, and no one made a sound until the burning black ashes completely collapsed. Then a tall figure hesitantly broke the silence: "Messenger, we..."

The man called "the messenger" did not speak. The pale-haired cult leader just glanced calmly at everyone in the room, then stood up expressionlessly, went to close the entrance to the gathering place, locked the secret door for emergency evacuation, and then whispered a prayer in front of the two doors - the dark thorns grew rapidly in his prayers, and sealed the door in the blink of an eye.

The skinny cultist who was leading the visitors stood up immediately upon seeing this and said, "Messenger! What are you doing..."

"Duncan is one of our earliest members," the cult leader said calmly, his eyes sweeping across the two piles of black ashes beside the round table. "When do you think he was 'converted'?"

The Annihilation Cultists in the room looked at each other, and finally reacted one by one, with expressions of horror on their faces after sudden enlightenment.

"He is among us," the messenger returned to the round table, looked at the believers gathered here, and said slowly, "At any moment, any person, any face - he has come in."

"What should we do?" someone asked at the round table.

"From now on, do not discuss the secrets of our Lord, and do not exchange information about the Order. As mortals, we are powerless to fight against the shadows of the warp, but the Lord will still witness our courage and tenacity. We will no longer reveal any information to that ghost, no matter what kind of intimidation and temptation He wants to impose here..."

The Messenger said slowly, then he opened his hands and continued to speak solemnly as if he was preaching.

"I will find a way to pass on the information about the Warp Ghost, including his invasion method and bewitching power. In the meantime, I will stay here with you. As you can see, I have sealed all the passages here.

“Believers, the time has come to prove our loyalty to the Lord. Let us pray that in the kingdom of the deepest depths, the Lord’s blessing will grant our souls eternal life, and all the sufferings of today will be paid in that eternal kingdom.

"Now, start praying."