Richard believed that, at least in this second, half of the people in the entire assembly hall were in the same situation as he was at the beginning, and their brains were unable to react.

The remaining half of the people have already heard about this matter in general.

The skeleton "crown" on the high platform made a clattering sound again, and the brain in the crown's cage expanded and shrank and squirmed, projecting its thoughts into the minds of every believer present:

"Yes, she did use brute force to use the Deep Hound as a weapon. This behavior is incredible and sounds absurd and funny. However, don't underestimate it or be careless. This power is far beyond your imagination - not to mention, she has more weird features.

"This heretic also showed up in our most recent operation. She directly caused our 'allies' to suffer heavy losses. Existing clues show that this heretic is able to resist the spiritual power of the Sun's survivors. It is very likely that her inner essence has shifted away from humans, or she has dedicated her soul to a higher-level extraordinary being.

"She summoned a green flame and used it to burn our allies. Those flames are extremely dangerous, and this kind of flame has appeared in Plunder and Frost before. Existing intelligence shows that this dangerous flame came from that terrible ghost ship.

"She is a follower of that ghost captain."

The saint paused. He did not mention the ghost ship or the captain's name directly, but when he finished speaking, the whole hall was instantly slightly moved. Some Annihilationists were discussing in low voices. In their cautious and suppressed rapid conversation, a series of obscure aliases were carefully mentioned, and an invisible tension spread in the gathering place.

Richard breathed a sigh of relief - at least this time, most people's attention was finally shifted in another direction.

After a brief pause, the saint on the platform continued, “Everyone present knows what happened in Frost—we suffered a major setback there, another saint was martyred in the flames, and we have not been able to confirm the full picture of that failure until now. ‘His’ power almost wiped out everything related to the Holy Lord in the entire Frost Sea, including our fellow church members and the sacred source in the deep sea.

"In Plande, the same 'erasure' also occurred. The flames burned everything, including the descendants of the sun and the 'survivors'. All the existences related to the incident could not escape 'his' reckoning. The entire city-state was blocked and then purged. Intelligence was cut off, and all those who knew about it disappeared in the grinding of historical dislocation. Then the Church of the Deep Sea False God took over everything...

"With such a thorough 'cleansing', not much intelligence could be transmitted. We spent a long time investigating the truth, and in the end we could only confirm that it was the ship and its owner who took action... The shadow that returned from the warp stood against us this time.

“And now, we can confirm that ‘he’ has struck again, and his followers are directly responsible for the heavy losses in our recent operations.

"And he has more than one follower."

The hall had become completely quiet. A strange sense of tension hung over everyone's heads. The saint moved the black skeletons beneath his body. Under his control, the illusions of light and shadow floating in the air began to change. The girl in the black dress turned into another person - the famous "Sea Witch", Lucrecia Abnomer.

"The heretic you just saw has great power and a strange and sinister style of doing things, but she is just one of the followers of the ghost captain, and by no means the most powerful one. Existing evidence shows that the 'Sea Witch' has also returned to obeying her father..."

There was a buzzing sound in the hall. The believers whispered to each other, discussing the recent news circulating within the sect. The saint on the platform became quiet, just slowly shaking his long eyestalks and staring at his followers in the hall.

After an unknown amount of time, a voice finally broke the silence. It was a hoarse voice near the platform: "Saint, we received news not long ago that the fleet has been rebuilt. It seems..."

"It seems that the news is true," the saint's voice rang in everyone's mind, "I'm afraid that there will be more 'followers' appearing in that dream, but the only ones we have clear information about are the two you have seen -"

The illusions in the air changed, and the figures of the "Sea Witch" and the girl in the black dress appeared alternately in the projection.

“Lucretia, the witch, has mastered many sorcery and curse powers and is well-versed in the supernatural realm. She has a powerful team of servants and an equally powerful ghost ship. The Dream of the Nameless One can weaken her power to a certain extent. She should not be able to bring the ghost ship and her army of servants into the dream. But even if you are facing her alone, you must be extremely vigilant.

"The heretic woman who calls herself 'Sarah' is probably a pseudonym. She looks very young, but this appearance may also be fake. She has strange powers and is an abnormal devil contractor. It can be confirmed that she is at least immune to the mental pollution from the Sun Survivors. In addition, in addition to the information just known, there is another extremely abnormal thing about this heretic, which is the point I am going to talk about next -

"The Deep Hound that traveled with her had reason and the ability to communicate."

The hall was instantly filled with noise again, and this time the sound of discussion coming from all directions was even more numerous and wider than before.

A rational deep demon? !

If this sentence had not come from the mouth of a saint, the first reaction of the Annihilation Cultists at the scene would probably be - where did this crazy talk come from? !

Richard stood silently among his compatriots, but he had expected such a situation.

If he had not personally experienced that incredible scene, he would never have believed that a Deep Hound could speak human language and communicate with him rationally - although the process of communication was not pleasant.

"Saint, are you telling the truth?" A believer couldn't help but look towards the platform and asked boldly, "A rational demon?"

"It's hard to believe, but the evidence is solid." The pile of bones on the platform slowly moved, and a faint light appeared on the surface of the brain wrapped in the bone cage. It seemed to be some kind of emotional reaction. "Therefore, we must pay more attention to this special Deep Hound and its contractor."

The saint raised his eyestalks, and unconsciously, his tone seemed to carry a sense of uplifting and encouraging power.

"The intervention of the ghost captain is a challenge to us. I will not hide this danger from my compatriots. However, our cause has been doomed to be full of dangers from the beginning. We cannot give in, and we will not choose to give in. The actions in the Nameless Man's Dream will continue, so sooner or later we will have to deal with his followers again.

"These 'followers' are powerful, but they are far inferior to their masters, and their numbers are small. As long as we are well prepared, these 'followers' are not invincible.

"And now, we can confirm that at least one of the 'followers' carries an extremely important secret - that rational Deep Hound is a mystery we have never seen on our journey to the truth. Perhaps it contains the last piece of the puzzle on the road to promotion.

"Find the heretic who calls herself 'Sarah' and capture her and her demons at all costs. Fellow citizens, the task is difficult and dangerous, but please believe that it is worth your efforts. The path to pure promotion has finally revealed its true face to us. The difficult challenge is the proof of the correctness of this path.

"My fellow countrymen, don't worry. We don't need to confront the captain directly. We just need to find his followers. This is feasible... and when our mission is finally completed and the transition of the times is over, even the ghost captain will no longer be a threat to us. He will become a phantom, remaining in the last second of this deep sea era..."

The saint's voice echoed directly into the depths of everyone's mind. On the high platform, the throne made of black bones creaked, and the thorn-like bone spurs and shell-like structures collided continuously like beating drums. Layers of misty light curtains floated on the surface of the living brain. Along with the bewitching words, the power released from the brain lifted the spirits of everyone in the hall and gradually planted the seeds of fanaticism in their hearts.

This seed took root and sprouted, quickly fighting against the tension and fear caused by the mention of the ghost ship and the ghost captain, and even turned this tension and fear into some kind of inexplicable motivation, and turned it into a firm belief and mission!

Richard raised his head blankly, subconsciously staring at the saints' eye stalks swaying in the air. He also felt the heat and impulse beating in his chest, and felt that his faith was becoming firmer bit by bit. The fear that had taken root in his heart after seeing those dark green flames gradually disappeared...

However, at this moment, a soft voice drilled into his ears, as if the owner of the voice was lying on his shoulder, facing his ears, and "drilling" the voice directly into his brain: "Ah, he is advising you to die... The rabbi is really sorry for you..."

Richard suddenly woke up with a start. In a very brief moment, he suddenly felt a chill, as if something was spreading along his chest and neck toward his brain. He felt that he had just heard a suspicious whisper, and that whisper came from something very dangerous...

But he just blinked, and felt the warning in his heart disappear.

He just looked around with some confusion, then raised his head to look at the saint on the platform.

Why are the compatriots around me so excited and so fearless?

What the saint said was indeed true, and his encouragement was reasonable, but what about the dangers in the action? Are we all blind to it?

Richard frowned, feeling that something was wrong. This trance-like feeling... made him feel as if he was trapped in a strange dream. Although he was awake at the moment, his mind seemed to be filled with a chaotic and confusing obstruction, as if... his brain was stuffed with cotton.

But soon, he forgot this doubt, and the new changes in the hall diverted his attention.

A sudden wave of "heat" swept through the assembly hall.