Ultraman in the world of grams

Chapter 118 Dagon Follower
"Tsk, I really don't know if you are stupid or reckless."

Jugula sneered, "Don't blame me for not reminding you if you died in an unknown corner by then."

"Don't worry, Senior Juggler." Wilson shouted deliberately, and put on an unusually bright smile.

Seeing this, Juggler frowned.

"I've already died once." Wilson said calmly, "It's such a meaningful thing to be able to save the world before I die, isn't it?"

"Besides, if I can bring light and hope to this world, even if it is to make one person believe in light, then everything I do is meaningful."

"Do you think that what you are facing is just death? No, you think too much, sometimes even death is a luxury."

Jugula still said indifferently, "And your strength is too weak, you haven't even mastered basic combat skills."

"Then, it's up to you, Senior Juggler."

Wilson smiled and looked at Juggler.

"...Don't come to me if your injury doesn't heal tomorrow."

Juggler said a vicious sentence with a blank face, and then left Wilson's room without looking back.

Before leaving, he still didn't forget to close the door.

Wilson's mouth twitched.

This sharp-horned star is indeed a deadly tsundere.

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In the warehouse of the cruise ship, the black-robed man hiding in the dark is still waiting for an opportunity.

Their leader tried to find some clues of traitors among the crowd. He looked at everyone as a suspicious informer, but he couldn't find any evidence.

This traitor hides really well.

The leader gritted his teeth and nestled in a box, listening to the conversation of the crew members outside with blood dripping from his heart.

"A suspicious box was found here, it is likely to be a bomb!"

"There's also one in the warehouse next door, that terrorist wants to blow up the ship's skeleton and cabin!"

"Now there's only one left!"

fxxx! fxxx! fxxx!

The leader kept cursing inwardly, bleeding from his heart.

Do you know how difficult it is to buy a super powerful and stable bomb these days?Those damn human beings on the black market charge such a high price, not only are they protected by heretic forces, but they also have a gun in their hands.

They had to obediently pay a high price to buy, and did not dare to kill and overtake.

These devout believers have spent a lot of money collecting priests' belongings every day. These three bombs can be said to be the hard-earned money that these believers have worked so hard to save on the pier for many days.In the end, they were all destroyed by traitors!

The leader was about to die of anger, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was about to explode.

At this moment, footsteps came from the side of the box where he was hiding, and the leader immediately became as quiet as a chicken, not daring to make a sound, not even daring to breathe.

"Glorious Lord of the Deep Sea, Father of the Great Mermaid, Elder of the Deep Ones, I praise you, Father God Dagon, Ra, Ra, Fortan."

The leader murmured prayers brokenly in his heart, hoping that the Father God in the deep sea would bless his believers through this difficult time.

They wanted to sacrifice the entire cruise ship to God the Father, how could they just fall down here.

It is our duty to recast the glory of God the Father.

Immediately afterwards, the leader prayed silently.

"Father God bless me to find that damn traitor, informer! I will sacrifice all his blood to you, so that he can experience what eternal pain is!"

Just when the leader was angrily cursing the trumped-up traitor.

The crew finally checked this and this cabin, and did not find the followers of Dagon hiding in the box.

The leader still didn't dare to take a breath, for fear that someone would suddenly rush in and kill the carbine.

After more than ten minutes, a head with a black hood cautiously poked out from a box, looked around in the surrounding darkness, and then whispered: "Boss, there are no more annoying people here. the guy!"

"That's good!"

Only then did the leader come out of his box with confidence.

This seemed to be some kind of instruction, and the rest of the people jumped out of the box in twos and threes, and sat in a circle in a very tacit understanding.

Because he was poor and couldn't afford a flashlight, the leader only took a candle and stuck it on the ground, making the atmosphere in the cabin extremely gloomy.

The leader said solemnly: "Everyone, our first bomb has failed, and there is only one bomb left. We must hide it! Otherwise, we will not be able to sacrifice the entire ship to the father." god!"

"However, that bomb seems to be broken. It got into the water. I don't know if it can be used..." a Dagon believer next to him said weakly.

"Shut up!" The leader vowed, "We have the blessing of the Father God, and the bomb will never go wrong!"

clap clap...

At this moment, a crisp applause sounded from the dark cabin.

"That's great, your belief in God the Father is really touching."

The cultists were like cats whose tails had been stepped on. They jumped up in shock and looked at the person in the cabin who didn't know when they appeared in horror.

The leader lit a candle and stared gloomyly ahead, when a figure stood there at some point.

He was slender and tall, and his dark skin blended perfectly into the darkness. He was dressed in plain clothes, and he looked similar to the black workers on the pier.

The leader also saw many such people when he was working.

The only slightly abnormal thing was that the man had a strange smile on his face, and there seemed to be a confusing sweet fragrance in the air.

"who are you?"

The leader shook his head and looked at this man with great vigilance.

"I also believe in Dagon, the Father God." When he spoke, there seemed to be some abnormal rhythm, and traces of psychedelic breath gradually enveloped these Dagon believers.

The leader was about to ask something, but suddenly froze.

Why should he question our most faithful believers, why should he doubt the most devout servant of the Father God Dagon?

Hahaha, this is obviously their brother, even if he is a traitor, this pious person will not be a traitor.

"Come, come, let's pray together to the great Father God Dagon."

The leader eagerly stepped forward to invite this dark man, and the other Dagon followers did not have the slightest doubt, and very smoothly accepted that there was an inexplicably extra companion among them.

The dark man returned the bright smiles of the crowd: "Everyone has worked hard for everything you have done for Father God Dagon. I have brought some interesting things today, which will make our sacrifice smoother!"

In his hand, a square card appeared.

(End of this chapter)