Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 189

[Chapter 189 The Crazy Man]

The clues seem to be connected.

There are traces of pollution in the history of Plante. There is a distorted and closed space-time boundary in the small church in the sixth block. There is a strange subspace crack hidden on the icon of the Storm Goddess, and the subspace… can pollute and eliminate subspace. Everything outside space.

Shirley is one of the people who remembers the fire that year. When the fire burned, she should have died like everyone else, but inexplicably merged with a deep hound and survived. When everything was distorted by historical pollution, she retained the memory of the fire that year.

Now, Shirley was attacked by a group of final missionaries—these fanatics who worshiped the warp were insane and spoke absurdly, but they kept saying “correct history” and “loopholes”.

Of course, Duncan would not believe the absurd “reasons” they said, and even listened to the “correct history” they said, but one thing is obviously not wrong-these cultists and the Pland city-state The phenomenon of historical disorder cannot be separated. The subspace power behind them is the culprit of everything, and those who remember the fire like Shirley… are the enemies in the eyes of this group of madmen who vainly try to pollute reality with wrong history.

But not everything was explained.

How did these lunatics suddenly discover Shirley’s “loophole”? What is the relationship between historical pollution and the “black sun”? The black sun does not have the ability to pollute history, so what role did the “sun god” play in this matter? And most importantly…

Will Nina, the suspected carrier of sun fragments, also be targeted by these cultists?

Duncan stared coldly at the three final missionaries with crazy expressions, and raised his finger slightly – a cluster of dark green flames suddenly ignited on one of them, and this flame could be regarded as an “extraordinary item” The body of the cultist made him scream and curl up on the ground suddenly, and it also made the other final missionaries suddenly quiet down.

“Fire… blasphemous fire…” A cultist stared wide-eyed, even a follower of the subspace who is crazy and fearless of pain, even showed fear when he saw the green flame, “blasphemy Blasphemy… what a blasphemy!”

“If you don’t want to burn yourself in flames, continue to cooperate with my questions,” Duncan said, setting fires everywhere on the deck, and encircling the three heretics with a criss-crossing fire net. Burning their spirits and bodies, “I ask you, how did you pollute history? Did it start from the sixth block?” “

We are bringing history back on track!” Even if threatened by the ghost flames, Finally, the missionaries still remembered the rhetoric, and one of them raised his neck and shouted loudly, “Sixth Street… Sixth Street was just a failed attempt, but it’s nothing, nothing…”

Sixth Street just a failed attempt?

Duncan frowned immediately. The other party didn’t answer honestly, but still revealed some crucial information!

First of all, the fire that year was really caused by these subspace followers, and it was not simply a fire caused by sun fragments in the world as he thought at first. Secondly, it seems that these cultists have not attempted to pollute history. Completely successful – the fire eleven years ago did not achieve the expected results!

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly thought of another key year number – 1885.

That was the number Fana found under the chapel, pointing to the year when the nuns of the chapel died in battle. In theory, it should also be the time when the church was invaded by subspace forces.

The fire broke out eleven years ago in 1889, four years after the nun died in battle.

In other words, it was only four years after the chapel was invaded that these last missionaries created the fire of 1889 – which they called a “failed attempt”.

A timeline seemed to gradually become clear before Duncan’s eyes.

“You guys actually failed twice,” Duncan said with a sinking face, watching the final missionary who was being scorched by the ghostly flames, “In 1885, you invaded a small church and wanted to use it as the starting point to spread the enemy’s attack. The pollution of history, but a nun ruined your plan with her life, sealing the ‘invasion’ of that year and her own ‘death’ in the crypt; “Four years later, in 1889, you carried

out The second plan was to create a big fire in the sixth block where the chapel is located, trying to cover reality with a historical branch of ‘the city-state was burned by fire’, but it failed again. The fire was erased by unknown forces, and failed Continue to burn…

“Then you have been lurking in the city-state until today, looking for opportunities to continue this plan, until you discovered Shirley’s loophole. You thought that the failure of the plan back then was related to her survival, so you wanted to get rid of this first ‘Hidden danger’?”

The ghostly flames were burning, and finally the missionary curled up in the flames, even the body that is not afraid of pain seemed to be unable to resist the pain that directly burned the soul, but this crazy person did not answer the question at all Meaning, instead, he slowly grinned and looked at Duncan with a creepy smile.

“You don’t need to answer, I can see the answer from your eyes—you are mocking and resentful, which means I am right,” Duncan didn’t care about the other party’s provocation, but continued calmly, “Next, I will I have a question…what is the connection between you and the ‘black sun’? The fire in 1889 was caused by sun fragments…you made those fragments?” Finally, the preacher remained silent

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Duncan spread the flames to the other two, watching them curl up and twitch in the flames, but still didn’t get a single word for an answer.

“If you don’t tell me, then I can only guess,” Duncan sighed, and waved his hands to disperse the flames – he has realized that this simple “pain” is meaningless to these fanatics embracing the subspace, Their bodies and spirits have long been mutated into inhumans, “I guess, you have a certain cooperation with those sun believers… No, maybe you have a cooperative relationship with the ‘sun children’ behind those believers? You help those sun children revive them The ‘Lord’ of God, and the way to recover… is to summon the sun from the ‘history’?”

Looking at the few cultists who remained silent, Duncan only paused for a moment, and then continued: “In the early days of the New City-State Calendar, There used to be a city-state of ‘Wilhelm’ that no one knew about and the only surviving name. The last message this city-state left to the world was that ‘the black sun descended from history’… So, this is not the first time you have had this kind of thing Do it, summon the sun that should have been extinguished from history…so the process of summoning itself is the greatest pollution to history, right?” When all the

trivial clues are suddenly pieced together, when all the lines They are all gradually becoming one, and those things that were once incomprehensible or even unimaginable have become imaginable facts. Duncan’s imagination and memory are running at high speed at this moment. Those known, unknown, and knowable things, Gradually, it turned into a clear track in his mind.

Of course, there are still many unexplainable problems in this-such as how this group of final missionaries hooked up with the Sun Sect, such as how they summoned the sun from history, such as those ordinary suns Whether the believers and priests know these secrets of the upper class, he still has no answer.

Moreover, even many of the things he thought of just now are based on speculation. If the few final missionaries in front of him don’t admit it, then he lacks key evidence.

The flames of the spiritual body on the deck gradually shrank, and finally there was only a circle of fire around the three heretics. Duncan stood in front of the flames, looking down at the few “preachers” expressionlessly.

“Shouldn’t you be the only ones who sneaked into the city-state?

“Where are the others hiding?” What are you planning to do next? Continue to eliminate the ‘loophole’ in your mouth? Or wait for an opportunity to set off greater pollution?

“Still refusing to answer?”

Duncan asked questions one after another. Finally, one of the cultists finally moved his body.

The bony lunatic slowly moved the corners of his mouth, raised his head to look at Duncan, and said in a hoarse voice, “We are not hiding in the so-called city-state…we are hiding in this cursed and twisted history that should have ended long ago…it began It won’t end…What the fireman can’t do, you can’t do, ‘Mr. Captain’…”

The cultist’s mouth widened into a chilling smile, and his voice was deep, as if With bewilderment and chills: “I just saw that your humanity is so dazzling, where did you get it?”

Duncan’s eyes suddenly changed slightly, he stepped forward, and his voice was majestic and depressed: “What do you mean?”

” … I wish you a pleasant day, Mr. Captain.” The missionary seemed to have suddenly changed from a crazy believer to a polite citizen. He slowly got up and sat on the deck , but his eyes seem to have passed Duncan, scanning the huge and deserted Lost Homeland, “Ah…the promised land, the promised ark…”

(End of this chapter)