In the 668th year of the world calendar, the new pirate king Rochi appeared and pirates ruled the world.

And it was also from this year that the whole world was shrouded in a mysterious shadow.

Insman.

The sky is always gloomy and reveals a depressing and terrifying atmosphere.

"It's really...a heart-pounding weather..."

Donald got off the carriage, looked at the sky, pondering for a long time.

Paste.

Not long after, a trace of drizzle fell, with an increasingly intense trend.

Donald pursed his lips and finally made a move. He opened a long-handled black rubber umbrella and slowly entered the rain curtain.

After turning into an alley and walking a few more steps, he came to a huge wooden house.

The wooden house is black on the outside and has a red roof, which is clearly distinguished from its surrounding similarities.

"Mr. Donald... I'm really sorry, but I really can't think of anyone else who can solve this problem except you..."

In front of the house, a middle-aged rosacea with burgundy curly hair stood still, rubbing her hands uneasily.

"Since they are all church members, their business is mine, I must come! What exactly happened? Ruhus?"

Donald glanced at the middle-aged man.

As early as a year ago, he built the backbone of the church of the Lord of Dream Soldiers.

First of all, I am a believer, and then I will be a higher-level "Gobi" who will take on the responsibilities of a pastor.

In each area, there is Khatis, who is often the person in charge of a city, with a status similar to that of a cardinal.

And Donald himself is naturally the Pope.

"The one living in this house is the family of Pasi, a believer in this district! Pasi himself is a paleontologist who specializes in marine life... But since a month ago, he has been very wrong..."

Ruhuis murmured: "Since he returned from a long voyage to study, he has become treacherous. At the beginning, he often locked himself in the research room and couldn't come out for a long time... Later, he became even worse and frequently did some incredible behaviors!"

"for example……"

Donald tightened the civilization stick in his hand.

"For example... cut his wrist and carved some strange symbols in the bedroom with blood, showing a neurotic tendency and aggressiveness... For this reason, his wife and two children had long been hiding back to the countryside."

Lucius murmured: "Of course we have also looked for the patrol officer, but unexpectedly, his reason is still there and he can complete the interview smoothly... And the police officer also told me that even if there is any problem with Patsy, he should go to the psychiatrist instead of trouble him..."

A lunatic locked himself at home all day and was crazy, and he really couldn't interfere with others and had no excuse to deal with it.

What's more, can this person show a certain degree of sobriety?

"In other words... his reason still exists, but he has made such a move..." Donald nodded: "I probably understand why you found me..."

"There is really no way. We also found a doctor for him, but after seeing him once, the doctor encountered a very unfortunate incident, which further confirmed the rumors that our poor Mr. Parcy was involved in something unclean."

Ruhus quickly said, "So we decided to find him a few priests to pray for him... Obviously, as believers of the Lord of the Dream Soldiers, we will not seek help from other gods, but unfortunately, ordinary priests are helpless at all, and after they go back, they also encounter some terrible things..."

"I see!"

Donald nodded, put his green hair together, and stepped forward and knocked on the door: "Mr. Parcy? Mr. Parcy?"

"Since last night, there has been no response!"

Ruhus sighed, "I'm afraid something happened to him."

“Get out of here!”

Seeing this, Donald's eyes flashed with a flash and he kicked.

Bang!

With the loud bang, the door opened.

A decadent smell came to my face, causing Donald to take out his handkerchief and cover his nose.

The room was dim and there was a lot of dust, various paper scraps and used newspapers on the ground.

On the table, a big mouse poked his head out of the cardboard box and ran away quickly.

"Damn...Is this still a place for people to live? Pasi? Pasi?"

Donald's face was solemn, and a layer of water slowly emerged above his wrist, like a transparent bracelet.

When he came to the living room, his pupils suddenly shrank.

On one wall, a large number of brown marks were seen. Judging from the dryness level, it was obviously carved for a long time, and, in terms of color, it looked like blood.

A strange feeling suddenly hit Donald's whole body, even making his scalp numb.

"He... really exists..."

"He... is here..."

Donald barely read a sentence and frowned: "What does this mean?"

"have no idea……"

Ruhus shrugged: "Since Pasey started to be wrong, he's been talking about this."

"Be careful, don't pay attention to the symbols on the wall!"

Donald's face was solemn.

After this period of time, his knowledge is not as simple as a sailor.

"Some symbols of evil gods have powerful functions in themselves and can even make you communicate with an existence... Of course, with our huge gap, even if the slightly divergent thinking of that existence will put you in an extremely terrible dilemma..."

Donald shook his head and tried his best to divert his attention.

Even so, the huge blood symbol in the middle of the wall seemed to be imprinted, and it could not retreat in his heart for a long time.

"My Lord... master the existence of dreams and weapons. Please forgive my weakness!"

He immediately clenched the teaching emblem on his hand and felt much better.

At this time, I didn't dare to look again, my eyes turned to the corner, and I couldn't help but feel surprised.

On one blackboard, a large number of briefings were posted scattered, some of which were yellowed and clearly marked with red markers.

"The Navigator Rhodes captured the huge sea monster!"

"Ten thousand years before history, who is the rule of the deep sea..."

The previous ones are obviously some research, and the focus is on marine organisms.

But later, the content of various briefings changed completely.

"A gas explosion occurred in Wentan Town, killing more than a hundred people!"

"Shocked...the gangsters are in trouble? Or the collective commotion of mentally ill people...the truth buried by the kingdom!"

"The Cicere flu broke out! Thousands of people have died so far. Insmann announced an unlimited blockade on Cicere, denying all goods and personnel entry..."

"There are huge vicious circles in the wheat fields everywhere!"

...

Seeing these briefings, Donald couldn't help but sigh deeply, knowing that this world is a time of disaster recently, and even his benefactor's hair has turned much white.

“Huh?”

But after careful look, I found a difference.

Among those black and white photos, there are circle notes with red markers.

Donald looked carefully and immediately found a vertical eye in a marker in the inverted triangle! It was exactly the same as the blood-colored symbol!

It appeared on the broken wall left by the gas explosion, and was tattooed on the body by those mentally ill people, and was clearly expressed in the vicious circle of the wheat field.

Especially the vicious circle of wheat fields, the huge pattern made Donald take a look.

It seemed like an illusion, and the vertical eyes in the photo also blinked.

"ah!"

Donald was shocked and took a step back, his pores tightly closed.

"Is this symbol...the evil god?"

He calmed down and saw the last mark on the page, "This symbol belongs to the "Mayer" of the Deep Sea Perceiver'

"Deep Sea Perceiver?"

Donald touched his chin.

Clang.

At this time, another sound came from the bedroom next to it.

“Parcy?”

Ruhus rushed in and immediately saw the semi-crazy Mr. Parcy.
To be continued...