Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 320

[Chapter 319 Gradually Distorted]

For the next minute, Tirian was immersed in the short-term confusion and dull state caused by the huge shock. His eyes were hard to focus, and there were countless noises in his mind. Ye Guzhou was ups and downs in the storm – but even so, his reason was still clear.

He knew that it was the spiritual body flames that appeared in the darkness that kept his mind and prevented it from being polluted by the power of the Profound Lord.

After a while, he gradually adjusted his breathing. Since he was not too much mentally polluted, the illusion in his mind was quickly receding. At the same time, he also heard a calm voice from the opposite side. Lai: “It seems that you have recovered.”

Tirian raised his head and looked at the tall figure opposite the nautical table: “You ‘pulled’ me out just now…” “You

stared at it for too long, Van Na said that you are falling into a nightmare,” Duncan said indifferently, “Fortunately, I have done some research on the matter of ‘intervening in dreams’ recently.” “Nightmare,”

Tirian rubbed his brows subconsciously, “I just looked like Have you fallen into a nightmare…”

“It seems that you have had an unusual experience?” Duncan’s tone was a little curious – he did intervene in Tirian’s spiritual world urgently just now, but he used the power of walking in the spirit world to enter other people’s world. What he saw after the dream was different. He didn’t “see” anything after this intervention. There was only darkness in Tirian’s “nightmare”. It seemed that the “source” that created the nightmare had left before he intervened. It made him even more curious about what happened just now.

“I… saw an existence that cannot be described in words,” Tirian struggled to recall what he had just seen, while carefully describing them, “I can’t name its exact form, and I dare not recall it all the details, but I suspect that it is the Lord of the Deep…”

Tirian told what he had seen and heard in the darkness, and added a lot of his spiritual feelings in the middle, except that he couldn’t accurately recall that Nothing remained beyond the complete outline of the mountainous shadow.

After listening to Tirian’s narration, Duncan frowned immediately: “You mean, the existence of that suspected ‘Sacred Lord of the Deep’, the only thing he said to you was to tell you to ‘run’?” “Strictly

speaking , is the only sentence I can understand,” Tirian spread his hands, “He seems to have said a lot to me, but they were all annihilated in the huge noise, and finally it seemed to give up, so he said the shortest I can barely hear the words…”

Duncan said thoughtfully, “It turns out that people can’t hear the mutterings of the ancient gods when the inspiration is too high…”

Tirian didn’t react immediately: “Father, what do you say?” What?”

“Ah, it’s nothing, it’s nothing to do with this matter,” Duncan waved his hand, returning his attention to the matter in front of him, he thought for a moment, then turned to look at Fanna, “Do you think Tirian met Is it the Lord of the Deep? Do you think He told Tirian to ‘run’ out of protection?” “

From Captain Tirian’s description and his own feelings, if it is not the Lord of the Deep, it is at least the Lord of the Deep. The existence of heretic gods and the like,” Fanna replied immediately, “but as for the ‘run’ sound… sorry, Mr. Duncan, I don’t dare to make a judgment.” She paused for a while

, It seemed that this answer was not responsible enough, so he added: “There has always been very little information about the Holy Lord Youshen, and even the four major churches have limited information. The current mainstream view is that the Holy Lord Youshen is a person located in the center of the Youshen Domain. He does not have the ability to move, nor does he actively project power into the real world, he cannot communicate, and he does not seem to be able to think, just like…”

Fan Na tapped her forehead, as if struggling with what to use Duncan couldn’t use words to describe such an existence, Duncan said casually upon seeing this, “Like a piece of slime mold sunk in the deep sea? Surviving, huge, but don’t think about the inactive fungus cluster?”

“…You are probably the only person in this world who describes the Youshen Lord as a slime mold,” Fanna said with a strange expression, but she still nodded lightly, “but it is indeed like what you said, if we learn from those demon souls and evil The information obtained from the torture of the believers is correct. The Holy Master Youshen is such a “silent heretic god”. The demon absorbs it.”

Duncan couldn’t help but rubbed his forehead: “…this sounds like a creep tumor…”

The captain spoke the incomprehensible “subspace dialect” again.

But Fanna has long been accustomed to this, she ignored the unintelligible words with ease, and naturally continued the topic: “In general, the Youshen Lord can be regarded as a relatively harmless heretical god, because he is at least It has never shown a tendency to erode the real world, but even so, it is still classified as an ‘evil god’ in the classification of the Four Gods Church.” “It has nothing to do with subjective consciousness, is His existence itself a danger

? ?”

“Yes—whether it is the deep demon differentiated from him, or those crazy Annihilation Cultists who signed a contract with the deep demon, they are all enemies of the civilized world.” Duncan didn’t speak, but fell into a moment of confusion

. think.

For some reason, what he thought of at this moment was the “black sun” that supported the false corona and was dying in the flames.

But he just thought about it for a while, and didn’t make any judgments on the nature of the Youshen Holy Lord – the reason is very simple, there is insufficient evidence, and he will not draw conclusions without personal contact with things.

Tirian rubbed between his brows, the noise in his head had completely faded away, and now only slight dizziness and fatigue as if he had stayed up all night remained. When Fanna told the information about the Usher Lord, he also had his own thoughts .

“Regardless of whether the sound of ‘running’ showed good intentions or not, one thing is certain. The situation on the Obsidian is obviously the result of being influenced by the power of the Holy Lord, and there are already Oblivion Cultists active in the Frost City-State, and most of them are also I came here for this matter,” Tirian said slowly, “if the influence I received just now is really related to the plan I participated in back then, then even the Abyss Project has something to do with it now—— Further reasoning, I think what we should pay most attention to now is probably the ‘Dagger Island’, which is the aftermath of the diving plan half a century ago and continues to this day.” “The eighth ‘No. 3 Submersible

‘,” Duncan said in a deep voice, “How much do you know about the situation on Dagger Island?”

“It is now a military restricted area, and even with the strength of the Sea Fog Fleet, there is no way to approach it easily-the Lost Homeland should be able to forcibly land on the island by virtue of its uniqueness. But it may not be easy to find that submersible in a short period of time. After all, the island is huge and the research facilities are complex in structure. The military personnel on the island may directly order it to be destroyed in an emergency…” Duncan

Yue Hearing something was wrong, he quickly interrupted the pirate leader: “Stop, stop, when did I say I was going to enter directly?”

Tirian was startled, and immediately realized: “Sorry, father, I thought…”

Duncan waved his hand . He waved his hand and motioned the other party not to explain: “Don’t talk about this, just tell me about the situation you know about Dagger Island, maybe it will come in handy.” “Okay, about that small island…

“

… …

Berazov looked at the diving bell suspended in the center of the hall with a serious expression.

He has been in this research facility for two days, and in these two days, he spent half of the time in this hall, dealing with this diving bell.

He is not a professional researcher, neither understands mechanical matters nor understands the significance of a series of physical and chemical tests that scholars have done on those samples. The mechanical device with a strange background aroused curiosity.

irresistible curiosity.

As a Frostman who is not yet forty years old, he has not experienced the major event half a century ago, but as one of the top officials of the city-state, he has at least learned about the Abyss Project from those confidential files.

The No. 3 submersible occupies the most important position in all the dossiers, and is the most chilling part of the entire diving plan.

It was rusty and full of dirt inside and out, hanging on the iron hook like a piece of scrap iron, looking ordinary.

Professor Myerson stood next to the general, introducing the safety measures of this laboratory.

“…the bottom of the sling leads directly to the furnace. If an emergency occurs, the hook will be released in an instant, and the submersible will smash through the grille and fall into the furnace. If the submersible does not fall into the passage after the decoupling device is activated, a linkage mechanism will activate, and the whole room will be unhooked from the frame of the ‘Chamber of Secrets’ and dropped down a chute into a cavern behind the bay – filled with nitroglycerin.” “Where are the people in the lab?” “

We

have Thirty seconds of evacuation time—then the evacuation channel will be locked,” Professor Myerson said, “but if it is the worst case… the highest responsible person, that is, I, can also choose not to open the evacuation channel.”

Belazov nodded slightly, and slowly came to the diving bell.

He looked at the round glass window covered in dirt, and cast his gaze into it curiously.

The dirty dark red mud was slightly surging in the submersible, and something in the shape of an eyeball was attached to the glass window, looking at Bellazov through the gap between the dirt.

After a long time, the general looked away: “It’s dark inside, and you can’t see anything.” “

Yes, we haven’t opened its hatch yet,” Professor Myerson nodded, “Of course we can’t clean it. inside.”

General Belazov smiled: “It should be.”

(End of this chapter)