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When Alex and the team quietly approached the gathering place of the The Cult of the Celestial Worm Missionary, a deep, almost soul-shaking voice surrounded them. This deep and alien sound made Leo's heart tremble, as it astonishingly resembled the sounds emitted by the Xyphos Insect tribe he had heard on the battlefield in the past. This confirmed a point mentioned in the mission briefing - the Missionary of The Cult of the Celestial Worm had indeed learned the pronunciation of Xyphos, which was one of their ways to prove their ability to communicate with Xyphos.
As they delved deeper into the crowd, the deep voice became more apparent. Each Missionary seemed to be silently conducting some kind of ritual or prayer, with the sound weaving into a texture of voices, sometimes high-pitched and sometimes deep, creating a secretive language. Leo and the team tried to remain calm, attempting to blend in and look like one of them. They quietly followed the movements of the other Missionary and imitated their prayer sounds.
At this moment, Leo deeply feels the unusual worship of Xyphos by The Cult of the Celestial Worm, and their attempt to establish a mysterious connection by imitating Xyphos's voice. This unique culture and belief fill Leo with curiosity and wariness about the upcoming mission, while also giving him a deeper understanding of this peculiar religious organization. In this profound resonance, Leo and his teammates quietly blend into the The Cult of the Celestial Worm Missionary team, preparing to board the Train of Harmony and begin their mission.
Leo silently follows the team, his mood becoming both calm and complex in the low and sustained resonance. As the doors of the Train of Harmony emit a heavy dragging sound and slowly open, an unprecedented sense of tension envelops Leo. With the deck lowered, he sees the Missionarys orderly entering the ship, their footsteps peculiar and rhythmic, with a short step following every three steps, seemingly engaging in some ceremonial walking, each step perfectly synchronized with their low resonant voices.
This way of walking made Leo feel both unfamiliar and mysterious. He tried hard to imitate the footsteps of the Missionary, attempting not to appear out of place. As they entered the ship, the low rumble echoed in the huge cabin, the sound becoming deeper, as if it could reach the depths of the soul. At that moment, Leo almost felt a kind of connection beyond the physical, a feeling of both anticipation and fear for the unknown.
Every person in the team seamlessly blended into this strange rhythm, their figures elongated by the light from the hatch, forming moving shadows. The process of entering the ship felt like participating in an ancient ritual, every step filled with meaning. Leo felt an unprecedented sense of belonging in this process, even though their destination was the unknown and dangerous Orlando Star.
When the cabin door finally closed, shutting out the outside light and sound, Leo felt like he had completely entered a new world, one full of mystery and upcoming challenges. He took a deep breath, ready to face whatever was coming.
After the Missionaries dispersed, Leo noticed subtle differences in their robes, which seemed to imply rich cultural and religious diversity. Each robe was not just a religious garment, but also a carrier of stories and identities. This observation deepened Leo's understanding of the diversity of The Cult of the Celestial Worm and its followers.
In the crowd, Leo is trying to find the other members of the Valkyrie mercenary group. They are dressed in similar robes, making them not immediately identifiable in the cabin. But eventually, through their familiar footsteps and subtle body language, Leo finally reunites with the team. The team finds a quiet corner of the cabin, away from most of the crowd, providing them with a relatively private space to speak softly and observe their surroundings.
Once seated, they exchange glances, silently expressing seriousness and nervousness about the upcoming mission. Alex quietly confirms the equipment and readiness with the team, and everyone nods to indicate that everything is ready. This corner becomes their temporary meeting room, planning for further action. Although the surrounding area is filled with low murmurs and the prayers of the Missionary, the members of the Valkyrie mercenary group are completely focused on the upcoming mission.
As several people were immersed in a quiet moment, the cabin was suddenly filled with the glaring yellow alert light, which caught everyone's attention. Shortly after, a calm voice of a middle-aged man came through the broadcast, it was the Captain of the Train of Harmony or some senior officer, with a hint of solemnity and seriousness, his words revealed a sense of urgency about the imminent departure.
"Hello, brothers and sisters of The Cult of the Celestial Worm, Train of Harmony is about to prepare for the war zone, Orlando Star, for the supply drop. The ship will be ready to take off in five minutes, please return to your positions as soon as possible, please return to your positions!"
As the broadcast ended, the atmosphere on the ship became more tense. People began to hurriedly move from all directions to their designated positions, and the low hum was replaced by the sound of footsteps and whispers. Leo and his team members exchanged glances, understanding each other's intentions without the need for words. They quickly stood up, adjusted their equipment, and prepared to confirm their final positions according to the ship's arrangement.
This sudden alarm was not only a reminder of the upcoming mission, but also a psychological test for them. Every step was telling them that the next mission would not be an easy journey, but a challenge full of unknowns and dangers. At such moments, trust and cooperation between the team became even more important. Leo took a deep breath, adjusted his mindset, and prepared to embark on this extraordinary journey.
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