Anyway, Shirley's thoughtless interruption successfully eased the tense and heavy atmosphere in the living room - although the atmosphere was almost distorted in another direction.

Duncan managed to control his expression with great difficulty. He then ignored Shirley who had curled up into a ball and stuffed herself into the crack of the sofa after she reacted. He coughed twice and said, "In short, this is all the information we have now. The fog is still heavy, but it is obvious that the Lost Homeland is already part of this vortex, which is different from the previous situations of Pland and Frost.

“No matter how things develop next, I have to figure out what this so-called dream of the nameless person is all about, and what the purpose of those cultists is - especially the second point.

"Annihilation Cultists, Sun Cultists, and the End Preachers hiding in the background, no matter which one it is, we should capture them alive if we can, and if we can't capture them alive, we should try to collect as much intelligence as possible during the encounter... The Dream of the Nameless One will not be quelled like this, it will definitely appear again, and as long as this vortex continues, we will inevitably have to continue dealing with those evil cultists."

At this point, Duncan suddenly stopped, and then looked thoughtfully at Shirley, who was lying on the sofa with her head down, trying to reduce her presence, and Agou, who was lying beside Shirley.

Shirley instantly felt the gazes falling on her, and raised her head in surprise: "I'm sorry, Captain, I shouldn't have said that you understand human nature..."

"Did you and Agou sense the presence of the escaped Annihilation Cultist today?" Duncan waved his hand, interrupting the guy's reflexive mumbling. "I remember you said that when you encountered the Nameless One in his dream before, Agou left a 'mark' on the cultist."

"No," Agou shook his head immediately before Shirley could speak. "I have been paying attention to this matter today, but as far as I can see now, the cultist does not seem to be in Breeze Harbor."

"These pagans are hiding in the nests of various city-states this time, relying only on entering the Nameless One's Dream to 'coordinate their actions'. This really makes it difficult for us to catch them in the real world," Vanna also said, "and what's worse is that they have apparently mastered some of the 'rules' of the Nameless One's Dream, which allows them to freely enter and exit that 'dream', making it even more difficult to deal with them."

Duncan couldn't help but frown at Vanna's words. It was really annoying that he knew the cultists were taking action everywhere, but it was difficult to take action due to insufficient intelligence and the opponent's overly cunning. For Duncan, his troubles at the moment were more than that -

He had once successfully "caught" an Annihilation Cultist who had entered a dream, and even found a cult gathering den through the eyes of the Annihilation Cultist. However, he was not able to expand on that achievement: the Abyss Demon's keen perception and the Annihilation Cultist's fragile symbiotic ecology meant that those cultists were simply unable to withstand his power. Before they could get much intelligence, those guys died neatly.

Whenever he recalled it, he felt regretful.

He felt regretful for a while, and his eyes finally fell on Agou.

"Is my power noticeable to you?" he asked.

Ah Gou was startled by the captain's sudden words, and his head drooped instantly: "Is your question... eye-catching... or not..."

"I want to know how to prevent other Deep Demons from sensing my power." Duncan ignored Agou's cowardly reaction and continued to ask seriously, "Sometimes I can successfully leave my mark on the Annihilation Cultists, but the Deep Demons that coexist with them will soon sense my power. This has caused me trouble more than once."

"This..." Ah Gou's tone suddenly became a little strange. "This is more difficult to deal with. The perception of the Deep Demon is extremely sharp, and the Deep Demons other than me lack reason and can only rely on instinct. Seeking benefits and avoiding harm is their greatest instinct. When faced with huge dangers, abandoning the symbionts and escaping back to the Deep Sea is their inevitable choice, unless..."

Duncan raised his eyebrows: "Unless?"

"Unless we completely sever their symbiotic relationship, or control the demons before they react," Agou said as he thought, "the first method is almost impossible, because this kind of symbiosis is irreversible. It will gradually transform the physiological structure of the demon symbiont. After the initial stage is over, the act of cutting the chain itself is enough to kill the symbiont.

"As for the second method... it is feasible to a certain extent, but it is not easy to operate. The main thing is that it requires advance preparation. However, different Abyssal Demons have different characteristics. It is difficult to prepare a truly thorough and 'targeted' instant control plan in advance..."

Agou rambled on for a long time, then paused, as if thinking of something, and looked up at Duncan again: "But we don't have to catch the Annihilation Cultists, aren't there other cultists active as well? The End Preachers are not easy to catch, but the Sun Cultists are much easier..."

Unconsciously, Agou had subconsciously regarded those elusive cultists as prey to be "caught on the spot", as if as long as the captain wanted to catch them, no matter how well those cultists hid, they would fall into the captain's hands sooner or later.

However, Duncan shook his head: "It would be better to capture some Annihilation Cultists."

"Ah?" Shirley next to him was stunned for a moment, "Why?"

Duncan thought for a moment and said seriously: "I am useful."

Everyone looked confused.

Seeing this, Duncan hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and gently stroked the air.

The water-like spiritual fire spread out beside him, filling the entire living room in the blink of an eye. As the flame burned, an invisible force permeated reality, blurring the boundary between reality and the spiritual world. Duncan's body also quickly transformed into a spiritual form.

"Praise the name of Lahem..." Seeing this, Morris prayed quickly without saying a word, and then cast a lot of messy mental protection on himself.

Vanna next to her also took out the storm amulet and portable rosary from her arms with ease, chanting Gemona's name while blessing herself.

Nina's eyes were filled with a faint sunlight glow, and she looked at her Uncle Duncan expectantly. Agou yelled "Fuck!" and disappeared into the shadows in an instant. Shirley was a little slow to react, and only had time to raise her hands to cover her ears: "Can I stop listening later..."

"I want to establish a connection with the Lord of the Deep - using the power of those Annihilation Cultists."

Duncan's voice was accompanied by the crackling of flames. He spoke indifferently, and then glanced at the people around him helplessly: "Do you really need to do this?"

Shirley put down her hands that were covering her ears: "…My head is buzzing."

"You are nervous," Duncan glanced at the guy, "I have taken precautions, you don't need to be so nervous."

"It's always better to be cautious," Morris said calmly on the sofa opposite, "Of course we believe in your strength, but we are all fragile mortals after all, please understand..."

Fanna also nodded, indicating her agreement with Morris, but then she became a little confused and looked at Duncan: "But if that's all, you can just say it directly. This reason itself is not dangerous. For us, occasionally mentioning the words "Saint Lord of the Deep" is not a big deal..."

"Because this suggestion was made to me by the Lord of the Deep himself," Duncan said casually, "He established a connection with me deep inside Alice's Mansion. This suggestion itself is the power that He conveys to the real world..."

As soon as he started to speak, Shirley quickly raised her hand and pressed it on her ear. After a crisp snap, she put her arm down with a sad face: "I was careless... My head is really buzzing."

Duncan looked at her expressionlessly and didn't bother to speak.

Lucrecia, who was sitting not far away, had not reacted from the beginning - the witch stared at the rapidly developing scene in front of her in amazement, her eyes followed every step, but her brain did not catch up with any of it.

It took her a few seconds to react and she stared at Vanna and Morris in a daze: "You... look very experienced..."

"The Captain often shares difficult truths with us," Morris nodded reservedly. "We have our own standard procedures for discussing these issues."

Lucrecia looked a little dazed. She glanced at the living room, which looked eerie and shadowy under the spiritual fire. Then she finally realized what her father had just said. She immediately looked at Duncan and widened her eyes slightly. "Wait, you just said...the Lord of the Deep has established contact with you, and He suggested...suggesting that you capture His followers?"

Duncan nodded: "I'm surprised too, but that's the truth."

Lucrecia thought about it, but couldn't figure it out.

The Sea Witch had seen a lot—but she had never seen this.

However, there were people at the scene who were thinking about this matter rationally. After the initial surprise, Morris quickly realized the astonishing amount of information behind this "suggestion".

He quickly checked the blessings and protections on his body, and then confirmed with Duncan more information behind this "suggestion", confirming the various details revealed during the communication between the Lord of the Deep and the captain.

Duncan finally had the opportunity to share this incredible thing with his followers - he had wanted to tell this story for a long time, but the sudden arrival of the Nameless Man's Dream delayed his plan.

After a long time, Duncan finally finished telling his story deep in Alice Mansion, while Morris, who was sitting opposite him, fell into deep thought.

"...It's unbelievable that one of the most dangerous ancient gods in the world still has some sense, and even gave you this amazing 'suggestion'..." The old man muttered in deep thought, "If we can really establish a stable and safe connection with this ancient god, then I'm afraid we can really figure out some of the biggest mysteries in the world, and even... really figure out the birth of the deep sea era..."

Shirley scratched her hair: "So?"

Morris suddenly turned his head and looked into Shirley's eyes. This old scholar who usually behaved elegantly and gently had an awe-inspiring look in his eyes.

"As the captain said, let's try to capture a few Annihilation Cultists," he said with a scholar's eagerness to peek into the truth, his eyes shining, "Now this matter has risen to an academic level!"