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

The person's tall, thin, and slightly pale face was reflected in his pupils, along with the jet-black chains floating in mid-air and the abyssal demon at the end of the chains—the Yanchen Shuimu (Smoke Dust Jellyfish).

After a brief moment of astonishment, Belazov finally recalled scene after scene. He remembered this figure, remembered those scenes that had always been shielded from his consciousness. He remembered that when he set foot on Dagger Island, this tall, thin heretic was standing on the shore; when he entered the "secret chamber," this person was walking beside him; when he returned to the Sea Swallow, this person was standing inside the cabin…

Belazov's eyes widened, and the charred skin on his face seemed to crack. He wanted to roar, wanted to speak, but could only utter a low hiss from his chest. At the same time, the tall, thin figure with the pale face finally lowered his head, looking down at the dying general.

"I admit, I was negligent," the tall, thin, pale man said indifferently, his tone almost devoid of emotion, as if he were speaking to a piece of rotten wood, not a person. "When you were walking around the ship, I thought you were just checking the conditions of each post—General Belazov, I must admit, your acting was very good."

Belazov just stared at the other party, anger boiling in his chest, but he could no longer drive this once-strong body.

"What a pity, he almost became a 'messenger'," the tall, thin woman shook her head regretfully. "Bringing the glory of the Holy Lord into the city-state, freeing mortals suffering from the torment of filth from their shells, and allowing the first paradise to descend into this filthy and distorted 'reality'. Such a glorious opportunity, but he wasted it… just this last little bit of the journey."

"Her…etic…"

Belazov finally squeezed out a little voice from his chest, his teeth and bones creaking as they rubbed together. "You… don't even think about laying your hands on…"

"Save your strength, General," the tall, thin woman took a step forward, looking down at the dying man lying in the center of the wreckage. "Accept your death peacefully, the Holy Lord's blessing will allow your pitiful body to be reborn—you wasted the opportunity to become a messenger, but the Holy Lord will still not abandon your suffering soul…"

Accompanied by this seemingly bewitching whisper, the tall, thin woman slowly stretched out her left hand, and the Yanchen Shuimu floating behind her also rose, wriggled, and gradually released an increasingly obvious red glow from its gauze-like body. Belazov's gradually darkening pupils reflected this blood-colored light, but his body gradually sank into icy heat—his consciousness seemed to have completely dissipated, no longer responding to the outside world.

This Dagger Island is in an unknown location, but it is obviously not far from the Frost Island itself.

Just use this body to go to Frost Island—the appearance is a bit tragic, but at least it won't dissolve on its own like the previous one.

Immediately afterward, the tall, thin woman finally noticed the strange changes in the general's body—his breathing was steady and powerful, his voice was low, and his eyes were full of vitality. This person, who was dying just a moment ago, now seemed to have regained all his life force!

"So, who knows the full scope of the plan?" Duncan asked with a straight face. "And where are they hiding?"

Abyssal demons cannot perceive what mortals cannot. Although this cloud of smoke doesn't even have facial features, it can clearly "see" the truth within this charred shell. Now it is trembling, trembling more and more violently, and strands of black shadows are escaping from its edges, prying open the通道 (channel) between the abyssal deep sea and the real world bit by bit.

"Your vitality is really tenacious," the tall, thin woman couldn't help but frown. "Isn't it good to accept fate, General?"

Even the surrounding surging seawater seemed to freeze and become stagnant.

Suddenly, he frowned, and before he could react, a violent surge of energy suddenly came from within the cultist's body. In the next second, his entire body swelled up as if it were being inflated, instantly exploding into a ball of fire!

Sounds like, half a century ago, the Frost Queen who died in the

rebellion… caused great trouble for some of those cultists' actions? This trouble has continued to this day, so much so that they have to put in a lot more effort when they act?

The general even sat up!

While saying this, he suddenly looked up at the Yanchen Shuimu floating in mid-air: "Don't even think about escaping."

The tall, thin woman then realized that her symbiotic demon had just tried to open the abyssal channel. A belated fear gripped her mind, but she had no time to communicate with her symbiotic demon at this moment—because this "outsider" who had occupied the general's body was casting a calm but cold gaze.

However, just a second before those mud-like substances were about to touch the body, they suddenly stopped.

"Who are you?!" This Annihilation cultist also reacted, of course. The intense sense of incongruity and the danger signals constantly transmitted by the symbiotic demon were enough to make her realize the seriousness of the matter. Even if she couldn't figure out what was going on, she could be sure that the soul in this shell was no longer the original one. "I said I'm just passing by, I have no intention of conflicting with you."

This cultist exploded into pieces, and there's no use in regretting it now. However, although he didn't get any more clues from the other party, he still got a lot of useful information from "possessing" them.

Slick and strange wriggling and sliding sounds rang out. The surging seawater around the wreckage began to bubble with abnormal black foam. In the foam, strange mud-like substances gradually rose and spread little by little towards Belazov's remains.

"I… I'm just a nobody," she looked up, looking into Duncan's eyes, and seemed to want to squeeze out a smile on her face. "I don't know the full scope of the plan, you…"

This body… agrees to obey orders.

The Yanchen Shuimu suddenly trembled violently, and the black cracks that had spread around it shattered and collapsed in the blink of an eye, making a harsh tearing sound.

The tall, thin woman blinked.

While saying this, he shook his head.

Abyssal demons are chaotic and dull-witted, but under the drive of instinct, they seem to be able to "understand advice."

She didn't know what had happened, but at this moment, all her instincts suddenly jumped violently. A terrible sense of crisis, as if overflowing from her soul, permeated her mind. She stared at this body that had reopened its eyes, instinctively wanting to retreat, but found that her legs were unwilling to carry out that command for a moment!

This jellyfish is starting to react.

However, in the next second, its movements suddenly stopped.

Duncan couldn't help but feel a little emotional: if it weren't for that abyssal demon, it would actually be easier to extract some information if he continued to pretend to be a dying general.

Only a cloud of dissipating black smoke remained in mid-air—that was the Yanchen Shuimu, which had rapidly disintegrated and disappeared after losing its symbiotic medium.

The tall, thin woman stared in astonishment at this scene, subconsciously communicating with the Yanchen Shuimu again, trying to use the power of the abyssal magic to complete the next ritual. However, in the next second, she saw the general, who had been unresponsive, suddenly move slightly.

The night was deep, and the pale glow of the Worldscar faintly illuminated the distant sea. At the end of the sea, one could see the lights of the city-state's coast.

"My compatriots… you…" The tall, thin woman spread her hands, a half-smiling expression on her face. "You will be glorified because of me—"

"If it weren't for this queen, what comes after that?" Duncan slowly stood up. The burly height of this body allowed him to even look down at the cultist in front of him. He stared into the other's eyes, his tone serious and calm. "The queen you are talking about, are you referring to Queen Lei · Nuola of Frost?"

"That took a lot of effort," the tall, thin woman shook her head, her tone beginning to have some emotional fluctuations. "Damn it, it's definitely not this queen… tsk."

Something's not right!

She lowered her head in surprise.

"Not good," the burly body lying in the center of the wreckage, almost completely charred, opened its eyes again, calmly gazing at this Annihilation cultist who coexisted with the abyssal demon. "Continue, 'If it weren't for this queen,'

What comes after that?"

And the most useful of these pieces of information was undoubtedly the fact that the other party mentioned "the queen" at the end.

"Starting to get polite?" Duncan raised his eyebrows, feeling that this cultist was more intelligent than the two he had seen in the cemetery. "Then why don't you tell me, what exactly are you and your compatriots planning? And what connection does what you're going to do have with the 'Frost Queen'?"

While saying this, his gaze was on the cultist behind him, looking at the Yanchen Shuimu floating in mid-air.

Duncan only had time to raise a hand, and the emerald-green flames turned into a curtain, blocking and transforming the fire and impact that came head-on. By the time the explosion dissipated and the surrounding sea gradually returned to calm, the cultist had already been reduced to ashes.

Duncan stared blankly at this scene, and it took him a long time to react. He could only sigh as he looked at the few fragments floating in the distance of the wreckage: "These evil guys are really tough… sigh, if they didn't have a hole in their brains, they wouldn't have believed in an evil cult."

Duncan took a breath, walked to the edge of the wreckage, and at the same time called out to A Yi in his heart, preparing to let it take him to the nearby coast.

Duncan raised his hand and rubbed his chin, raising his eyes thoughtfully.