Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 325

[Chapter 323 Opening the blind box and opening it to the old place again]
Listening to the undisguised disgust towards the Annihilation Cultists in Agatha’s tone, the old guard’s expression did not change – he focused more on the latest information.
The “samples” taken from the cemetery… in the laboratory showed the properties of the “elements” described by the cultists.
No matter how crazy those heretics are, no matter how unethical their fallacies and heresies are, as a member of the Orthodox Church, the old guard must understand the information of those heretics, their crazy teachings and highly polluting knowledge system , and in the entire set of heresies of the Annihilation Cultists, there is always a core around it: the
Holy Lord Youshen, and the various “miracles” created by the Holy Lord Youshen.
Annihilation believers firmly believe that the earthly world favored by the gods is not a “peaceful paradise”, but actually a “land of exile” that has been severely corrupted and completely distorted. They believe that the brightness and prosperity of the real world are woven by the gods Visions, the true home of mortal souls and “unpolluted reality” are not here at all, but in the depths of the world – the Abyssal Realm.
On this basis, they believe that the Lord of the Profound and the demons represent the purest, original, and unpolluted attitude of the world, and believe that only by purifying their dirty bodies can mortals “return” to the Profound and return to the original place .
However, the world is blocked by the gods, and there is a barrier between the “distorted real world” and the “true real world (that is, the deep sea)”. The flesh and blood of mortals is the concrete manifestation of this barrier. Trapped in this body and subjected to a lifetime of constant “pollution”, it is impossible to return to the deep.
Therefore, the Holy Lord of the Profound will send down a miracle called “Element” – Heretics believe that this kind of holy substance is the foundation of all things at the beginning of the birth of the world, and the blueprint of the Holy Lord when planning the “real world” is all Hidden in the microscopic scale of “element”, and only “element” can resist the curse in the flesh and blood of all beings in the world, and let mortals return to the “pure posture at the beginning of birth”.
Regarding this substance called “element”, the Annihilation Cultists described it this way:
“…it will show all the characteristics of all things in the world, and it will always be in a continuous evolutionary cycle. All the plans and blueprints that shape reality, and short-sighted mortals will never be able to measure any accurate nature of the elements…” The
old guard suddenly raised his head and stared into Agatha’s eyes: “…do you think that is’ Elements’?”
Agatha replied without hesitation: “Elements are just the nonsense of those heretics, and they are probably just some new substance that cannot be explained by our current knowledge system. Its properties have changed. Maybe it’s some kind of natural phenomenon, or maybe it’s some kind of extraordinary power—but it can’t be some kind of ‘miracle’ sent down by the Lord Youyou.” However, facing
such an answer, the old guard’s expression didn’t change at all, and he remained silent. Staring intently into the gatekeeper’s eyes: “Do you think that’s ‘element’?”
Facing the second question, Agatha finally fell silent for a short time, and after two or three seconds, she exhaled softly: “But I have to admit, at least in nature…the collected samples fit the description of the group of heretics.” The
old guard raised his head and looked towards the morgue not far away.
The fine snow has gradually grown larger after nightfall, and snowflakes are constantly falling from the dark night sky. Walking sticks stand in the dark cemetery, and the lanterns on the top of the sticks reflect the scattered snowflakes around, as if to add to everything. hazy texture.
And his gaze passed through these scattered snowflakes and lights, and landed on an empty mortuary table not far away.
A special corpse was once parked there.
“Those samples… used to be a person, or at least once looked like a person,” the old guard said as if talking to himself, “You personally led the team to send him, you should still remember.” “Of
course Remember,” Agatha said softly, “very few corpses need to be transported by the ‘gatekeeper’ personally, and that corpse fell into the deepest part of the mine, which is the deepest place in the entire city-state, and the dead brought out from there… …very special.”
“But his special degree is still beyond everyone’s expectations.” The old guard turned his head and looked at the young gatekeeper. “You found the real person who fell into the well the next day, so the body is obviously only the real dead person.” The ‘replica’ of the “original”…the replica made of the ‘element’, it is no wonder that it will attract the attention of those Annihilation heretics.” “Maybe it is not because of their attention
, but the whole thing is their handwriting, “Agatha shook her head, “We suspect that the accident of falling into the well was the work of the cultists, and the purpose was to use victims to create ‘replicas’ in the depths of the mine, similar to some kind of sacrificial ceremony, but obviously, There was a problem with their plan, which led to the replica being discovered by accident, and we even sent it to your cemetery.” The
old guard shrugged: “It also attracted an indescribable ‘visitor’ attention.”
“…Yeah, an indescribable visitor,” Agatha’s always calm expression finally changed a little, and her tone became cautious, “We don’t know what He has yet. Why are you here?”
The old guard looked up at the sky, and after a moment of silence, he said, “It’s late at night.”
The cemetery fell into silence for a moment, and an unspeakable strangeness and silence shrouded the path and the platform, soaked in the snow-wrapped in the night wind.
All were waiting—for an unnamed visitor, or a peaceful sunrise.
I don’t know how long this silence lasted. Just when Agatha was about to persuade the old guard to go back to the hut to rest, a light knocking sound suddenly sounded in the night.
A clear and deep voice came from a nearby coffin:
“Why don’t you continue talking?”
Such a voice suddenly came from the silent cemetery, even well-trained church guards could not avoid a moment of horror and astonishment Agatha even felt that even the falling snowflakes in the lights seemed to be still for two seconds—the next second, all the guards quickly came to the coffin that made the sound, and the sound of boots stepping on the snow Intensively sounded.
Agatha turned into a pale shadow almost instantly, and appeared beside the mortuary table as if teleporting, staring fixedly at the coffin that made the sound. After taking two deep breaths, she let her voice be as calm as possible. Say it out: “Are you…the visitor from the day before yesterday?”
“I’m taking the liberty to come here, I hope I didn’t scare you,” Duncan in the coffin thought for a while, and greeted casually, “I did come here two days ago One time, but there was a cult member making trouble at that time, and the contact with that guard was not smooth.”
Footsteps sounded from the side, and the old guard with gloomy eyes cautiously came to the side of the coffin, and he quickly glanced at the dark and gloomy coffin out of the corner of his eye. The coffin was quickly retracted in the next second.
Although this time he did not lose control of his spiritual vision due to the influence of the incense, and he even used anti-spiritual pollution medicine in advance, but the psychological shadow caused by the last “contact” was really serious, especially for him, a seasoned veteran. At this moment, he also seemed extremely cautious.
“…Did you arrive just now?” After calming down for a while, the old guard finally broke the silence.
“From the time you started discussing the ‘element’,” Duncan’s voice came from inside the coffin, “I felt that I heard very interesting information—but you suddenly stopped talking about it.” Agatha raised her head, her
expression He looked at the old guard in astonishment.
Her lips moved slightly, but her voice came directly into the mind of the old guard: “Is this visitor…so approachable?” The
old guard shrugged, and also moved his lips gently: “I don’t know.”
The two church priests briefly After completing the exchange, Agatha waved her hands gently around.
The black-clothed guards gathered around the coffin immediately spread their footsteps slightly to prevent this overly cautious response from being regarded as some kind of provocation by the “visitor” who descended on the dead body.
Duncan had already sensed the surrounding atmosphere in the coffin. He had been lying there for more than a few minutes. Ever since the old guard and the young woman started talking about the “element”, he had been patiently and curiously Listening in, at this moment, he felt the surrounding air dispersed, so he smiled and said casually: “There are quite a lot of people here tonight.”
“…We don’t intend to offend you,” Agatha immediately responded cautiously. She was unable to confirm the origin of this “visitor” for the time being, but at least the other party did not show initial hostility. “God” exists, and showing enough politeness is the first step in communication, “The layout here is just to protect our own sanity.” “Oh, I understand, often
people talk to me and suddenly go out of their minds Yes, frankly speaking, it’s quite troublesome,” Duncan said with a smile, “It’s good that you know how to protect yourself.”
Agatha frowned.
She has dealt with a lot of extraordinary beings, many of whom are vicious or chaotic, but it is the first time that she chats with herself like this….
“Can we know which existence you are…?” After a moment of hesitation, she finally mustered up the courage to ask.
Duncan in the coffin pondered seriously.
Then he recalled the glorious achievement of the Lost Homelander in dragging the thirteen islands of Viserand into the subspace, and the connection between the thirteen islands and the Death Sect that he had learned about while chatting with Maurice and Fanna.
“It’s just a nameless traveler, so don’t be curious about my name—it’s good for us.”
(End of this chapter)
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