My Cellular Prison
Chapter 1951

Dinner Time

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"Cult of Dagon? Buri, hurry up and introduce it."

"Huh? I've never heard of such a cult... In the Deep Sea, everyone worships My Lord. Even the Old Kings under My Lord were forbidden from establishing any cults within the Deep Sea.

If they wanted to recruit followers, they could only do so in ordinary seas beyond the Deep Sea, or on land.

However, the pronunciation of 'Dagon' is indeed very similar to the name of a deceased Old King."

"Since even you haven't heard of it, this cult must have formed 'secretly' in the depths of the Dead Sea. It may even have formed 'by chance'... Once we get inside the church, we should be able to clear this up.

There's something else.

That 'mysterious airflow' drifting through the cemetery

comes from this underground church. The main work of these cultists may be closely tied to the formation of that airflow.

Where the airflow converges within the cemetery, where it ultimately flows, and what purpose it serves still require further investigation."

"Boss, is this really a good idea? We're being taken straight into a completely unknown church. What if there's some unexpected danger?"

"Stop talking! Keep quiet."

The scolded starfish could only obediently Transform Into an ornament.

Before long,

a bizarre and enormous undersea church came into view.

Its pillars and vaults were made from all kinds of fish bones,

while various hardened, dead tentacles reinforced its structure.

The church's surface was covered in dull, scale-like tiles,

and its ridge had a distinctly fin-like structure.

As for the "mysterious airflow" observed by the True Demon Eye, it leaked out through gill-like gaps on either side of the church.

From above, the church looked more like the "corpse of a giant Deep-One."

Although Buri had transformed into an ornament, he

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