After killing the cultist priest, the remaining cultists seem to have lost their souls.
There was only a blank look in his eyes.
The previous fearlessness of death was gone in an instant.
But everyone still showed no mercy.
Chop it all up.
He then gave every cultist who fell to the ground a stabbing blow.
Until it was confirmed that there was no one left alive.
Lynn Then he walked to the portraits where the cultists were kneeling in collective worship.
Only then did he discover it.
The evil god Dagon in the portrait seems to be lifelike for some reason.
It's like it's not just an ordinary painting.
Moreover, the more he stared at the painting, the more he felt the dark atmosphere in the painting.
It was as if there were some slippery, wet tentacles licking his brain.
Just when Lynn tried to take his attention away from the painting...
He suddenly noticed that the scene around him suddenly changed.
He was actually in a deep, dark sea.
A blurry dark shadow stood in front of him.
Can't see clearly.
But from its outline, it can be recognized that it is the owner of the portrait - the evil god Dagon.
"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn."
There was an obscure murmur that echoed directly in his mind.
Lynn frowned.
Holding back the discomfort in his mind, he crossed his hands in a mudra.
A soft white light enveloped him, instantly dispelling the murmurs in his head.
Heliotrop Signs.
Signs, the sixth of the five witcher Signs.
Its function is to resist magic attacks, especially spiritual attacks.
With the spirit of master Heliotrop Signs protecting Lynn, the dark illusions around him can no longer do anything to him.
It didn't take long.
All illusions disappear.
Lynn blinked.
I found myself still inside the cave.
But there is always a cold feeling in my body that lingers.
He frowned.
Call up the properties panel.
However, in the golden text that emerged, a paragraph of text that had never been seen before suddenly appeared:
"Status:"
"Mark of the Deep Sea (You have been marked by the evil god Dagon. If you approach the territory of the evil god Dagon, you will immediately bear his endless wrath)"
"Lynn, what's wrong with you?"
Sensing something strange about Lynn, the others came over with concern.
"You..."
Although there were no obvious marks, when Geralt looked at Lynn, he always felt that there was an indescribable cold feeling from the latter's body that he had never felt before.
Regis didn't speak though.
But there was also a worried expression in his eyes and face.
Only Maksymilian, who doesn't understand magic, can't see anything unusual.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. The smell here is too bad. Come on, let's get out quickly."
In fact, Lynn himself is not very worried.
Because the one who sleeps in Murky Waters and is served by the underwater residents is just a shadow of the past of the real evil god Dagon.
The distance between His body and this world is unknown.
Even if it is just an incarnation, it is by chance that he arrived in this world through Conjunction of the Spheres.
This is also the reason why the evil god Dagon will be treated as a BOSS by demon hunters in the future.
Besides, the evil god Dagon is a god, and Lady of the Lake is also a god.
He could have asked Lady of the Lake to help him remove this disgusting mark when handing in the task.
To take a step back...
Even if Lady of the Lake can't do it, the worst he can do is stay away from oceans and lakes from now on.
Dagon is an evil god related to water. Could it still come to land to cause trouble for itself?
Everyone walked out of the swamp and walked back the way they came.
Behind him is a ruined village that is burning.
Before leaving, they did not forget to set a few fires to cleanse the place of evil.
On the way back to Lac Célavy, Maksymilian secretly glanced at Regis several times.
At first, the high-level vampire pretended to admire the flowers and plants on the roadside and did not pay attention to the gaze of the knight errant.
It wasn't until the latter's eyes had been staring at him for so long that it became offensive, that Regis slowly turned his eyes symbolically.
Give the other party time to quickly turn around.
When they camped on the road to rest, Maksymilian volunteered to go out to find firewood and called Lynn.
The two easily found enough firewood near the camp.
Just when Lynn was about to go back, Maksymilian finally couldn't help but speak.
"Wait, Master Lynn, don't be in such a hurry to return to the camp. I have something I want to talk to you about in private."
In Lynn's eyes, which actually already knew but pretended to be confused, Maksymilian continued to stumble.
"It's about... well, you know... about Mr. Regis..."
Lynn spread his hands. "Your Excellency Regis? May he live a long life."
Maksymilian swallowed his saliva and finally said bravely.
"No, I mean... about that aspect of him... Speaking of which, master, aren't you a witcher? Haven't you been hunting and killing creatures like him all your life?"
Lynn smiled and said, "Demon hunters only kill monsters."
Maksymilian was stunned for a moment. "You mean, Mr. Regis will not harm others? But..."
Lynn explained with a smile.
"You want to say, 'monsters are monsters after all, right', but don't forget, Sir Maksymilian, without him, it would be more difficult for us to complete the Lady of the Lake commission."
"From an objective point of view, he has been directly involved in saving the duchess. Isn't this enough to dispel your concerns?"
"Since we met him at Brugge, he has had countless opportunities to kill us along the way, but has he done so?"
Maksymilian thought about it carefully and his expression softened slightly.
"Okay, I have to admit, what you said does make some sense."
Seeing that the knight errant could listen to his advice, the witcher smiled again.
"Of course what I said makes sense. Although I don't agree with those elves who burn, kill and loot in the name of freedom, I am not a damn racist or a human supremacist."
"What's more, the way humans treat their fellow humans is not necessarily gentle."
Maksymilian licked his dry lips. "Then you know what he is... I mean..."
Maksymilian was embarrassed to directly ask "What kind of monster is it?", but Lynn understood what the other party meant.
"He is a high-level vampire, a very dangerous and powerful being, far above ordinary blood-sucking creatures."
"Vampire? Oh my god."
Maksymilian quickly touched his neck like a conditioned reflex.
Check your neck for teeth marks.