Lynn's gaze immediately fell on the reports.
He took them and leafed through them.
He immediately saw photograph after photograph of gruesome deaths.
The corpses in the photographs no longer looked human, as though they had undergone some horrific mutation before dying. Countless tentacles and tissues resembling marine mollusks crawled grotesquely inside and outside their uniforms. He could even clearly see shattered eyeballs wriggling out of the viscous, diseased flesh.
It was an indescribable way to die.
"This looks a lot like the influence of that Old Days entity Messiah described. But that also means we've probably found the right place."
Lynn flipped through the reports uncertainly.
"Have Messiah and the others still not contacted us? They've been in the Vatican for quite a while."
White Night shook his head. "Not yet. But she called me earlier and said they were investigating several secret areas belonging to their Hidden Cultivation Society. In the past, only their First Apostle and Heavenly Lord were allowed inside, so progress has been slow."
Lynn vaguely sensed something.
He weighed his options.
Then he stood up and said with dead-fish eyes, "Let's do this, Uncle White Night. Take our people and gather on the outskirts of those sea regions, but don't make any rash moves yet. Once I've met up with Messiah and the others, we'll head straight over. Then we can investigate that Old Days entity."
This was the safest approach available to them.
The elite followers of the Flesh God Cult remained a considerable threat.
White Night nodded. "Be careful, then. Once we've settled this, we'll have a drink together."
"Uncle White Night, are you sure you want to raise a death flag here?"
"..."
After all, lines like "Once this war is over, I'll go home and get married" or "After this