The three church leaders fell silent simultaneously in the vast, dim training ground.

After an unknown length of time, Banster, the Pope and servant of Death, suddenly spoke softly, "The Law of Inaccuracy and Anomaly states that there will always be anomalies or apparitions that do not conform to the rules."

"The zeroth rule is indeed useful, but it can't be used indiscriminately," Rune, the stout and amiable one, shook his head. "We can't just apply it to anything we don't understand. That would make us complacent and miss opportunities when real crises and hidden dangers arise."

"You mean... the information given by Anomaly 004 is problematic?" Banster tilted his head slightly. "Anomaly-Prand isn't unnumbered, but the number is hidden?"

"It could also be a completely new naming mechanism," Rune said thoughtfully. "Neither Anomaly 004 nor Anomaly Prand is problematic. It's just that we can't yet understand this new way of naming anomalies--what happened in Prand recently is very special. It's a city-state that was contaminated by history and 'saved' by the power of the subspace. Something like this has never happened before..."

"I don't like 'new mechanisms'," Banster shook his head, his voice low. "New mechanisms mean new uncontrollable factors. We've sacrificed too much to figure out how the world works... and this world is always changing."

"No one likes it, but the world is always so unfeeling," Rune shrugged, then his gaze fell on Helena. "I hope you can gain something in Prand. See with your own eyes what exactly happened in this city-state."

Banster didn't speak for a moment, but nodded heavily. He seemed to be lost in thought. After a long time, he suddenly broke the silence, "There's one more thing. You should have noticed it too. The problem with Anomaly 001."

Zheng Yan's expression turned serious. The old man who served the God of Wisdom rarely looked so tense. "Yes, the Sun Observation Tower is still uncertain. The runes on the edge of the sun... have indeed been damaged. Although the missing part only accounts for a very small portion of the entire rune structure, that part is indeed gone.

Currently, I'm still sending people to monitor the situation of Anomaly 001 at all times, but no further damage to the rune ring has been found yet - but there's no sign of self-repair either."

"No unusual movements have been detected among the sun cultists in various places," Alice added closely. "I also checked immediately and it has nothing to do with us, but based on the information currently available, these solar heretics themselves don't seem to have noticed the changes in Anomaly 001."

Helena, who had rushed over early in the morning, was wearing a dark winter coat and a thick domed felt hat. She had a heavy old book under her arm. After entering, she first greeted Prand and Rune at the counter, then looked at Nina, who was tidying up the shelves nearby, "Is Mr. Duncan in?"

The next second, Banster opened his eyes in the real dimension.

Zheng Yanqi walked out of the corridor filled with sacred reliefs and came to the terrace located on the upper deck, quietly overlooking the magnificent engineering marvel beneath his feet.

Zheng Yanqi nodded slightly. Then, he saw the light and shadows fluctuating in the darkness, and the figures of the two popes gradually faded and disappeared into the void.

"We will continue to keep an eye on these cultists and the 'Sun Offspring' behind them," Alice said slowly. "And these harbingers of the end... In any case, what happened to Zheng Yanqi must not be repeated."

Before this church ship was completed, the "Storm Cathedral" was much larger than it is today, and its cruising time on the boundless sea was also much longer.

After nearly falling asleep for the eighth time, Zheng Yan yawned loudly, put the alphabet cards in his hand on the counter, and looked up at Prand, who was concentrating next to him, "Aren't you sleepy?"

Chen Zai:

You step out of the secret room, followed by two attendants - Zheng Yanqi waved his hand, signaling the attendants to leave, while you walked alone through the long tunnel towards the lower deck of the church ship.

A giant ark ship, the upper half is a steel fortress, the lower half is a sacred church - that is the true headquarters of the Deep Sea Church, cruising in the boundless sea -

The "Storm Cathedral".

A majestic cathedral sailed on the boundless, dim sea. The octagonal spires and towering steeples and bell towers pointed straight to the sky, their tips immersed in the ethereal mist. The upper half of the cathedral ship was thick armor, huge pipes, and rough mechanical structures connecting the deck areas.

The Storm Goddess doesn't mind believers using the help of heretics to build their own temples. None of the Seven Gods mind these things.

"The faith of this saint he is concerned about has begun to waver," Banster said softly as he watched the direction in which the amulet fell into the water, as if talking to himself. "But his humanity does not seem to be tarnished - he is still human."

"I didn't say I was going to ask," Zheng Yan glared in the direction of the voice. "You don't even know the alphabet yet..."

"I don't know, that's what he said," Prand shook his head exaggeratedly. "Should I go ask him?

He should be happy to teach me something..." "This is how we can be sure that this matter is related to the 'Creeping Sun Wheel'," Banster said in a deep voice. "The Creeping Sun Wheel is one of the oldest existences in this world, and these solar heretics are at best just mold that has grown under the influence of the Creeping Sun Wheel. The connection between them and their gods is not as close as they think."/

He turned his head and glanced at the place where the Great King's Mausoleum had sunk, and then his figure gradually disappeared from the training ground.

In fact... the Seven Gods don't mind anything that happens in the mortal world.

Prand and Rune were sitting here, holding a stack of alphabet cards with furrowed brows, while A Gou hid in the shadows next to the counter, using his paws to hold a pencil and trying to silently write out the vocabulary list.

"I think I've found the source of this symbol," Helena said happily, raising the old book she brought with her. "It's incredible that it appears in a document about the ancient kingdom of Crete - and so inconspicuously!"

"Thinking about the secrets in the deep sea?" Rune was taken aback. "What do you mean?"

Prand put aside the alphabet cards he had just memorized, and picked up a card he had just forgotten, and casually said absentmindedly, "I'm thinking about the secrets in the deep sea."

"...I'm really curious what it feels like to be a soulless puppet," Rune muttered, then carefully looked around, and then looked up at the third floor like a thief,

Then he whispered, "Hey, why didn't Mr. Duncan come down today... and when I saw him this morning, I felt like he had something on his mind."

The waves rose and fell heavily, and a tangible whisper sounded softly in the sound of the waves. Banster listened attentively for a long time, and nodded lightly, "Isn't that good... Yes, I understand."

He silently recited the name of the Storm Goddess Gomona, and threw the wave amulet carved from "Sea Breath Wood" far into the sea.

The Sea Breath Wood amulet, which had been rolling and undulating on the surface of the water for a long time, rolled over and silently sank into the boundless sea.

"Not sleepy," Prand raised his head and answered honestly. "I don't know what 'sleepy' feels like - I only sleep when I should sleep."

The morning sun was just right. The bright sunlight shone through the newly wiped windows, illuminating the antique shop with mottled light. Nina was humming a slow tune, happily wiping the "goods" on the shelves, often poking her head out to look at the figures next to the counter.

He was only halfway through his sentence when he suddenly heard a crisp ringing of a copper bell coming from the direction of the door.

This church is actually very new. In fact, its hull was completed only eighty-seven years ago, and its superstructure was completely completed only seventy years ago - scholars from the Academy of Truth assisted in designing the church ship's massive power system and complex control mechanisms. At least so far, these things are working well.

Rune opened his mouth, just wanting to say something, when he suddenly heard A Gou's panicked and fearful voice coming from the shadows next to the counter, "Don't drag me down with you if you want to die!"

Maurice, the antique shop. A Gou instantly disappeared completely, while Prand skillfully put the alphabet cards aside and looked up towards the door, "Welcome, may I ask... Oh? Mr. Helena?"

"She's upstairs," Nina nodded, looking at the old man curiously. "Is there anything you need her for?"

Before quietly blowing the cold wind for a while, Zheng Yanqi reached out and took out a piece of wood that had been carefully carved into the shape of a wave.

This Sea Breath Wood amulet, which had been rolling and undulating on the surface of the water for a long time, rolled over and silently sank into the boundless sea.

Zheng Yanqi took a light breath, looking at the thin mist around the church ship - the thin mist and the chaotic, dark texture of the surrounding seawater indicated that the entire ark was currently sailing in the gap between reality and the spiritual world. In this location, most of the special ships sailing on the boundless sea could not observe the Storm Cathedral's trail.

Nina thought this was a magical thing - she still didn't understand how A Gou could hold a pencil with his paws.