Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 319

[Chapter 318]

This ship is full of memories—but as the time spent on the ship increases, Tirian also realizes that there are still many things here that are different from what he remembers.

For example, those objects that seem to be alive and run around on the boat.

For example, the spirit body sail that has lost its entity and floats on the mast like gauze and mist.

For example, the strange first officer in the captain’s cabin—a strange sculpture called “goat’s head” by his father.

He sat across from the nautical table and looked at the specious things in the room. Many things could still be found in his memory, but there were many mottled traces. His father sat opposite and talked to himself about what happened in the Deep Sea Church and the Lost Homeland. The matter between the numbers, the lady judge from Prand sat beside her father, adding from time to time.

Things changed completely beyond his expectation.

“A…secret envoy,” the great pirate repeated the words Vanna just used in a strange tone, with a delicate expression on his face, “the actions of the church… are more bold than I imagined.” “Frankly

speaking , I was quite surprised at the beginning,” Duncan said with a smile, “The pope is…an unpredictable person, I don’t know how many of her words are from the heart, and how many of her words are from the church. interests and the instruction of the Goddess of Storms, Gamona, but in any case, the development of this matter is in line with my thinking—I really need a bridge that can communicate with the Church of the Four Gods, as well as a helper who is good at dealing with cultists.”

“Dealing with the cultists…” Tirian showed a thoughtful expression, “I still remember you mentioned those Oblivion cultists and the clues found on the Obsidian…” “I asked you to come, that’s why,

” Duncan nodded slightly, then took out the tobacco box from his body, opened the lid and presented the contents in front of Tirian, “This is the clue I found from the depths of the Obsidian – the flesh and blood of the Lord of the Deep .”

Tirian held his breath. Although he knew that there should be no danger in the presence of his father, he couldn’t help but feel a little nervous when the box was opened. Then, he saw the “meat” that was only the size of a thumb. piece”.

An indescribable sense of fear and repulsion came to my heart almost instantly, just like the instinctive hairs on a person’s unarmed situation when they suddenly encounter a beast on a narrow road. The piece of meat just lay lifeless in the iron box , he still felt as if he was being stared at by a living being with great power and great will!

Tirian withdrew his gaze almost instantly, and when he realized it, he realized that cold sweat had flowed down his forehead.

“Are you okay?” Duncan noticed the other party’s situation, and frowned slightly, “Why is your reaction bigger than Morris and Vanna?”

Tirian was still in shock, and subconsciously said: “They didn’t react so much?”

” We felt conflict and danger, but we didn’t express it so violently,” Fanna said immediately, “How did you feel just now?” Tirian frankly told him what he felt just now, and then frowned

. Wrinkled looking at the piece of flesh and blood, many thoughts came to mind.

“I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I always feel that this thing… was staring at me for a moment just now,” he said, “as if it is still alive… or something ‘behind’ it is casting its gaze.”

Duncan Immediately, he and Fan Na exchanged glances.

It was indeed correct to bring Tirian here–without actual contact, it is really difficult to surface clues in some details.

This piece of flesh and blood, which is suspected to be a fragment of the Holy Lord, has a special reaction to Tirian’s approach and gaze!

“Could it be because you participated in the Abyss Project back then?” Duncan thought for a while, and said his conjecture—the Abyss Project, which he could think of, and the biggest special thing about Tirian in this incident.

Tirian didn’t speak for a while, recalling and pondering for a few seconds before raising his head: “Can you confirm that the Obsidian really went to the Frost Deep Sea?”

“No, because there is no direct evidence, but my intuition tells me that it returned from there,” Duncan said frankly, “The characteristics presented on the ship are too similar to the ‘replica’ in your description.” Tirian didn’t speak for a while

, Just staring at the small black tin box on the table, he seemed to be hesitating and weighing. After some time, he suddenly said, “Can I take another look?” “Are you sure?” Duncan looked at

Tirian eyes, “This may be a bit dangerous-if it is really the Abyss Project that caused you to establish a connection with this thing, then every contact you have with it will strengthen this connection.” Tirian was silent for two

seconds Zhong, with a sudden smile on his face: “…on your ship, things shouldn’t get worse, right?” “…

if something really comes out, I’ll take care of it,” Duncan nodded slightly , and pushed the small iron box that he had just taken back to Tirian, “Proceed with caution, and warn immediately if there is any situation.

” the flesh and blood of the Lord.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the sense of resistance and tension came to mind again, and the feeling of being watched from a distance by the stalwart existence also slammed into his perception, and the connection established by the extraordinary power washed over his heart like a stormy sea. The mind, the survival instinct that came with it, made Tirian almost close his eyes for an instant.

But this time, he forcibly resisted his instinct, did not look away, and did not take the initiative to interrupt and fight against the will that emerged in his mind.

And it was during this longer period of persistence that he finally confirmed what he had vaguely felt just now—

the will and power transmitted from this “flesh and blood of the Holy Lord”… turned out to be without malice.

All the fear, danger, and resistance he felt were all due to the natural shock caused by the majestic power. The sight hidden on the other side of the flesh and blood… was actually just a pale gaze.

With a thought in his heart, Tirian raised his head, ready to tell his father what he had found.

However, in the next second, he found that there was darkness and chaos around him—the figure in the familiar cabin and room had disappeared from sight at some point.

He stood up in astonishment, and instinctively wanted to pick up a weapon, but then realized that he was unarmed. He looked around cautiously, trying to see things clearly in this dark chaos, but found that his vision seemed to be covered by a mask Layers of darkness, even if you put your hands in front of your eyes, you can only see a hazy outline.

It is a strong mental interference, and one’s consciousness is being guided and disturbed by something.

But still no malice.

Tirian stood in a daze in the darkness, suddenly, he seemed to hear something.

There was a rustling sound coming from behind him, something huge was moving, and a slightly icy breath approached the back of his neck.

Tirian’s heart tightened for a moment, and he turned his head suddenly.

A huge, black and brown limb mixed with light blue lines stretched out in front of him in the darkness.

That limb looks like a tentacle, but has an astonishing length of hundreds of meters. It rises like a soft pillar in the darkness. The shapeless protrusion at the end of the tentacle has reached less than one meter in front of Tirian, and this limb is far away. In the direction where the tentacles extend, a larger and more indescribable structure is gradually emerging from the darkness!

It seems to be a mountain, a city, a disordered thing that can make mortals go crazy instantly, it should hardly be shaped by the real world, nor can it be the creation of any god under rational conditions, it seems to come from The mollusk in the deep sea is like a mixed structure of starfish and squid, but in the next second, its smoky body surface surged, and countless tentacles, hands and feet, eyes and mouthpieces were born, and All this is constantly changing.

In this brief moment, Tirian’s eyes were almost widened to the limit, and the turbulent thoughts roared in his mind. He didn’t know if he felt fear now, or even temporarily lost the ability to judge his own emotions. He just watched helplessly. Watching the tentacles coming from the extension god sway slightly in front of him, as if he wanted to communicate with him, and wanted to convey some information to him, but he couldn’t understand the various roars mixed in the information of the mountains and tsunami.

The tentacles opened eyes on the surface, many eyes, and Tirian looked at those eyes. Suddenly, he seemed to finally “hear” something from those eyes and the huge mountain-like “body” in the distance. An understandable message –

“… run.”

“Boom!”

A terrifying roar suddenly exploded in my mind, as if some huge repelling force was forcibly tearing off my spirit and throwing it back to reality In the world, Tirian almost lost consciousness for an instant, but just when he thought his soul was going to be torn apart in this boundless darkness, a dark green flame suddenly appeared in his vision.

The flame roared, enveloping him.

All images of terror are consumed in the flames.

Before he could react, those terrifying “visions” and voices had dissipated like a dream—he returned to the captain’s cabin of the Lost Home.

(end of this chapter)