I'm a mentally ill person, and I was chosen to participate in the Rules of the Strange Tales.

The Supreme Commander issued new orders.

Team member J quickly operated the control panel, and the deep-sea detection radar began to work, attempting to penetrate the dark seawater and find the source of the energy fluctuations.

As the radar waves were emitted, the tension inside the submarine seemed to reach its peak.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the echo of the radar waves.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and every second felt exceptionally long.

Suddenly, an unusual echo signal appeared on the radar screen. The signal was strong and clear, indicating that the energy source was located somewhere not far from them.

"Energy source detected! Coordinates being determined."

Team member J's voice carried a hint of excitement.

The Supreme Commander quickly approached the screen, a determined glint in his eyes.

"All team members, prepare to probe the energy source. We may be about to uncover the secrets of this deep sea."

His voice was full of determination, because according to the coordinates given to Jiang Xiao and the others by the Deep Ones, that thing was roughly at this depth.

The submarine slowly adjusted its course and headed towards the energy source.

As the submarine advanced, the surrounding darkness seemed to grow thicker, as if an invisible force was trying to stop them from moving forward.

It really was that thing!

A grand, cold altar floats in this sea.

Its size is even several times larger than that of a nuclear submarine!

It has an overall bronze color and floats up and down in a magical way, but in general, the height of the float does not exceed one hundred meters.

The main problem is that, for some unknown reason, even though it was completely dark around us and there was no light source on the altar.

But even without a searchlight, everyone can see the altar.

It was as if its existence was the only visible "light" on the seabed.

Chapter 620 The High Priest of the Deep Ones

This creature looked much like the corpses of the dead Deep Ones.

But her clothes were exceptionally gorgeous, exuding a mysterious charm that made it impossible to look away.

It stood alone in the center of the altar, its back to the submarine, as if performing some ancient ritual.

The magnificent garments swayed gently with the faint ocean currents, shimmering with a soft light, as if woven from countless tiny bioluminescent organisms, both mysterious and solemn.

The team members stared intently at the creature, their hearts pounding involuntarily.

This was the first time they had ever seen such a strange scene.

A living Deep One, dressed in strange attire, stood on a massive altar—a sight beyond their wildest imagination.

"Is...is this their priest?"

One of the team members muttered to himself in a private chat.

The extreme shock they experienced actually calmed them down, and their vital signs strangely began to balance.

"Perhaps. Judging from his attire, he doesn't seem like an ordinary Deepsea diver."

Another team member responded.

A glint flashed in the Supreme Commander's eyes; he realized that this creature might be the key to their mission.

He immediately gave the order.

"Team member G, prepare the submarine's external robotic arm; we're going to try to make contact with it."

After a brief hesitation, team member G acted swiftly, slowly extending the submarine's mechanical arm.

The atmosphere inside the submarine became even more tense. Everyone held their breath and stared intently at the images on the screen.

Just as the robotic arm was about to touch the creature, it suddenly turned around. Its face was expressionless, and its eyes were as deep as the abyss of the deep sea.

It seemed to notice the submarine's presence and slowly raised its hand.

The crew members inside the submarine felt a strong tremor, and a strange sound came through their headsets.

It sounded like the crashing of ocean waves, or perhaps the whisper of some language. The sound resonated directly in their minds, making them feel dizzy.

The supreme commander immediately issued the order.

"Everyone, put on your earplugs immediately! Don't listen to that sound!"

The team members quickly put on the specially prepared soundproofing equipment, and the strange sound was immediately blocked out.

But they were still filled with shock and doubt.

What exactly is that creature doing?

Why can it directly affect their consciousness?

On the submarine's monitoring screen, they saw the creature slowly reach out its hand towards the submarine, as if inviting them to participate in this mysterious ritual.

The tension inside the submarine reached its peak with the creature's voice.

Although the team members were mentally prepared and knew that deep-divers had the ability to communicate with humans, the appearance of this voice still shocked them.

"Is this all the sincerity you humans have?"

The Deepdiver's voice was dry and off-key, yet it reached the ears of every team member clearly.

The team members exchanged glances, their eyes filled with doubt and unease.

They couldn't comprehend how the creature's voice could penetrate the nuclear submarine's sturdy hull, pass through their protective suits, and even through their earplugs, reaching right next to their ears.

exactly.

The voice seemed to have bypassed all physical barriers and entered their minds directly.

Similar to.

Spiritual communication and telepathy in fantasy novels?

The supreme commander remained calm, knowing that in this situation, any panic could lead to irreversible consequences.

"We came here to understand you and this sea area, but most importantly, we want to apologize to you."

The Supreme Commander attempted to communicate with the Deep Ones.

The Deep One slowly lowered its head, seemingly deep in thought.

After a while, it raised its head again and looked at the submarine.

“Your arrival has disrupted our ceremony.”

Its voice was still dry, but its tone carried an undeniable air of authority.

The team members felt a chill run down their spines. They knew that every action and word of this creature could contain a deeper meaning.

ceremony?

Based on previous understanding, the ritual performed by this Deep One High Priest was to guide Cthulhu's subconscious to destroy human civilization!

The supreme commander made a swift decision.

"We apologize and are willing to make amends for our rudeness with the utmost sincerity."

The Deep One paused for a moment, then slowly waved its hand, seemingly signaling the submarine's robotic arm to stop moving forward.

After a moment of silence, a mocking smile appeared on the face of the Deep One High Priest.

It was a mockery that transcended human emotion, as if he had never truly regarded humans as equals.

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

The high priest's voice was like an undercurrent in the ocean, deep and filled with a dangerous aura.

"It's easier to completely destroy you than to make you apologize."

The supreme commander frowned; he knew the situation was far more complicated than he had anticipated.

He must find a way to persuade the creature, or none of them may be able to leave this mysterious sea.

However, given the current situation, humanity is not just at a "disadvantage" in this negotiation; it doesn't even have a single card to play.

“We did make mistakes, but destruction is not the way to solve problems.”

The supreme commander tried to keep his voice as calm as possible, but his heart was in turmoil.

"We are willing to learn, willing to listen, and willing to understand. If you are willing, we can become friends."

A strange light flashed in the high priest's eyes.

Is that interest in the proposal?

Or is it disdain for humans as weak creatures?

No one can judge.

It remained silent for a moment, then slowly walked down the altar, each step leaving a deep mark as if it were sedimented on the seabed over the years.

"friend?"