I, a Mental Patient, Was Chosen to Participate in AnalogHorror Chapter 656 618: Deep Diver High Priest

But even with such a grand altar, the creature that appears as small as an ant atop it equally draws everyone's attention.

This creature closely resembles the corpses of the dead deep-sea divers.

However, its clothing appears exceptionally luxurious, with an inexplicable charm that makes it impossible to look away.

It stands alone at the center of the altar, with its back to the submarine, seemingly engaged in so ancient ritual.

The luxurious attire gently sways with the faint ocean current, shimring with a soft glow, as if woven from countless tiny luminescent organisms, both mysterious and solemn.

The team mbers stare intently at this creature, their heartbeats uncontrollably accelerating.

This is the first ti they've witnessed such an extraordinary scene.

A living deep-sea diver, clad in peculiar garnts, standing upon a monuntal altar—this sight exceeds all their imaginations.

"Is this... their Priest?"

One team mber whispers softly on a private frequency.

The extre shock instead calms their minds, their vital signs eerily gradually balancing.

"Perhaps, judging by his attire, he doesn't look like an ordinary deep-sea diver."

Another team mber responds.

The Commander's eyes flash with realization, understanding this creature might be the key to their mission.

He imdiately gives an order.

"Team mber G, prepare the submarine's external chanical arm. We need to attempt contact with it."

After so hesitation, Team mber G quickly takes action, slowly extending the submarine's chanical arm.

The atmosphere inside the submarine grows more tense, everyone holds their breath, their gaze glued to the screen.

Just as the chanical arm is about to touch the creature, it suddenly turns around, its face expressionless, eyes deep as the abyss of the ocean.

It seems to notice the submarine, slowly raising its hand.

The team inside the submarine feels a strong tremor, and a peculiar sound echoes in their headphones.

Like the roar of ocean waves, yet seemingly a whispering language. The sound resonates directly within their minds, causing dizziness.

The Commander imdiately issues an order.

"Everyone, put on noise-canceling earmuffs imdiately, do not listen to that sound!"

The team hurriedly puts on specially prepared soundproof equipnt, the eerie sound instantly isolated outside.

But their hearts are still filled with shock and confusion.

What exactly is that creature doing?

Why can it directly influence their consciousness?

On the submarine's monitoring screen, they see the creature slowly extending a hand towards the submarine, seemingly inviting them to partake in the mysterious ritual.

The tense atmosphere inside the submarine reaches its peak under the creature's sound.

Despite being ntally prepared and knowing deep-sea divers have the ability to communicate with humans, the presence of this sound still surprises them.

"Is this your sincerity, humans?"

The deep-sea diver's voice is hoarse and out of tune, yet it resonates clearly in every team mber's ears.

The team mbers exchange glances, their eyes filled with confusion and unease.

They cannot comprehend how the creature's voice penetrated the robust hull of the nuclear submarine, pierced through their protective suits, even through noise-canceling plugs, directly resounding at their ears.

Exactly put.

This sound seems to traverse all physical barriers, directly entering their minds.

Similar to...

ntal communication in fantasy novels?

The Commander remains calm, aware that any panic in such circumstances could lead to irreversible consequences.

"We co here to understand you, to learn about this sea area, and most importantly, we want to apologize to you."

The Commander tries to communicate with the deep-sea diver.

The deep-sea diver slowly lowers its head, seeming to ponder sothing.

After a mont, it raises its head again, looking at the submarine.

"Your arrival disrupted our ritual."

Its voice remains hoarse, but carries an undeniable sternness.

The team mbers' hearts tighten; they realize every action and word from this creature might contain deep aning.

Ritual?

According to prior understanding, the ritual perford by this deep-sea diver High Priest aims to guide Cthulhu's subconscious to destroy human civilization!

The Commander quickly makes a decision.

"We apologize and are willing to compensate for our presumptuousness with utmost sincerity."

The deep-sea diver remains silent for a mont, then gently waves its hand, seeming to signal the submarine's chanical arm to halt.

After a brief silence, the High Priest reveals a mocking smile.

It's a derision that transcends human emotions, as if never truly considering humans as equal beings.

"You humans have always been cunning, why should I trust you?"

The High Priest's voice is like the underwater undercurrent, low and filled with peril.

"Instead of letting you apologize, it might be more convenient to completely destroy you."

The Commander's brow furrows tightly, realizing the situation is far more challenging than he anticipated.

He must find a way to persuade this creature; otherwise, none of them might leave the mysterious sea area.

But given the current circumstances, humans in this negotiation are beyond re disadvantage, practically without a card to play.