Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 326

[Chapter 324 Dying]

After some serious thinking, Duncan decided not to reveal his identity for the time being. After all, he now knows the details behind the glorious record of the Lost Country.

A century ago, “he” wiped out the largest faith gathering place of the Church of Death in one wave, and it was dragged directly into the subspace in the most terrifying way.

In terms of conversion, it is about the same as bombing Prand in front of Ge Mona, and the ashes are blown up.

He thought that if he said the words “Captain Duncan” at this time, the group of people outside the coffin would probably come up to martyrdom while shouting slogans on the spot—it would be too late for him to say anything.

After all, he has seen the ruthlessness of loyal believers before. Back then, Fan Na didn’t have any deep hatred with him and was able to meet and jump. The relationship between the death believers and the Lost Country in front of him is a century old. However ,

Duncan’s embarrassing avoidance fell on the ears of Agatha and the old guard, but it had another meaning.

The young gatekeeper and the old cemetery guard subconsciously exchanged a look.

“It’s some kind of protection,” the former said in a low voice, “the name of a high-level superhuman has power.” The latter   nodded

lightly: “Friendliness exists, at least for now.”

On that coffin, a subconscious doubt arose at the same time: Why does this visitor always choose to use the dead as a “medium” to contact the real world? Does this mean…the other party is an existence with power in the realm of death?

However, as a high-level priest of the God of Death, she has never heard of such an existence in the Death Realm—one incarnation and one face-to-face can drive a cemetery guard at the level of a veteran of many battles into temporary madness. It is impossible for an extraordinary individual to have no traces in all the classics.

But despite the doubts in her heart, Agatha did not show it, but asked in a calm and decent voice: “What is your purpose?”

“Passing by, I found that this city-state is being surrounded by shadows,” Duncan said casually, “The shadows make me unhappy.” “Shadows?” Agatha frowned, and then

thought of what happened before. The commotion in this cemetery immediately reacted, “You mean those Annihilation Cultists? Their activities…” “

They are not yet shadows, the real shadows are behind them,” Duncan said unhurriedly Then, he knew that the young female voice outside represented the upper-level church power of Frost City, and her guidance was actually an effective warning to the Frost authorities, and he had already prepared a whole set of report contents for this, “Haven’t you noticed? The power of the Lord Youshen is spreading below your city…” “

You said… what?” Agatha’s calm expression finally lost control for the first time. This is not included in the pile of plans, “The Lord of the Deep?! His power is spreading below the city… what does this mean?”

Jumping directly from the Annihilation Cultists to the Lord of the Darkness behind them… the severity of this matter can be It’s not a level at all!

“I would like to give you a suggestion. The scope of the investigation might as well be expanded a little bit.” Duncan did not answer Agatha’s question, but continued, “The Annihilation Cultists operating in the city are just a small wave before the big wave comes, and it is even bigger. There’s something lurking beneath the surface—to pay attention to the deep, to some ancient, almost-forgotten deep-diving program, to something that’s recently come up from the deep, and it’s all connected.”

Agatha and the old guard looked at each other.

The young gatekeeper didn’t think of too many things for a while, but the old guard who had personally experienced a certain era thought of something instantly.

“You mean… the Qianyuan Project?” The old man blurted out, and when he mentioned the word “Qianyuan Project”, his voice obviously hesitated for a while, “Why do you know…” He broke down in the middle of

speaking stopped.

It doesn’t seem to be a big surprise that a high-ranking being who obviously has a very high personality knows some secrets in the mortal world.

Agatha opened her eyes slightly, her eyes moved several times between the old guard and the coffin, then she stopped suddenly, and quickly whispered to the old man beside her: “I have to warn the city hall… There may be an accident here.”

The old guard said quickly and softly: “You’d better go now.”

While they were talking in low voices, Duncan’s voice suddenly came from the dark coffin: “Then, I The warning has been conveyed, so I won’t stay any longer.”

Agatha was startled, and subconsciously said, “Are you leaving?” “

I still have something to do,” a voice from the coffin sounded, as if she was in a hurry, “ If there is a chance, I will visit again.”

After the words fell, there was no movement in the coffin.

The visitor left, even a little suddenly. Agatha and the old guard were stunned for a moment. They didn’t expect that the mysterious “visitor” came tonight just to say these few words, just to convey a warning—— Such a sudden visit and sudden departure seemed even more elusive in their eyes.

And when the two of them fell into astonishment in the cemetery, Duncan had already returned to that dark and chaotic strange space.

He did leave in a hurry—in the original plan, he planned to stay in the cemetery for a while, and even considered getting out of the coffin to talk to the cemetery guards and the cemetery. The gatekeeper named “Agatha” conducts a formal meeting.

But just now, in the state of walking in the spirit world, he suddenly felt something strange.

In the boundless darkness but filled with starlight, Duncan raised his head and his eyes fell not far away.

The dense stars representing the frosty beings flickered in nothingness, and the flickering of one of the stars… was showing abnormal fluctuations and releasing an abnormal breath.

Duncan leaned over and stared at the “star”.

Its light is dimming rapidly, which seems to indicate that a fresh life is passing away quickly, but at the edge of the dimming light, something is approaching quietly, trying to entangle the starlight.

After thinking for a moment, Duncan stretched out his hand to the starlight.

…

On the cold sea that has been completely shrouded in night, a few pieces of wreckage that have not been swallowed by the vortex are undulating in the waves, and are drifting towards the north of the Frost City-state driven by the current.

One of the larger wreckages broke away from the surrounding debris like a canoe, and on this wreckage, a burly body that was almost invisible suddenly twitched twice.

This body is covered with a broken military uniform, and there are shocking marks left by the scorching flames all over the body. The hair on its head has been burned off, and its entire face is beyond recognition. Its left hand is twisted abnormally. The huge impact broke off, and his legs were twisted and deformed, and his skin was ripped apart.

But almost no blood flowed from those wounds—the high temperature of the explosion had scorched all the wounds.

This is a shocking injury, but this body…is still alive.

Belazov tried to open his eyes. He tried several times, feeling as if he had torn a certain part of his eyelids, and finally saw a dim light.

The dull and chaotic pain spread all over his body, and the organs in his chest seemed to be torn into pieces by a rusty saw, but all these sensations were mixed together in a strange numbness, which made him almost unable to distinguish each kind of feeling. Where in the body does the feeling come from – can’t even tell if my limbs are still connected to my torso.

He knew that his nervous system might have collapsed, all internal organs were rapidly failing, and the last adrenaline was trying his best to keep his brain functioning. He didn’t survive—he just didn’t die yet.

Memories are gradually emerging from his mind. He still remembers what happened on Dagger Island, and also remembers when he found something strange on the ship and activated the “Procedure No. 22”.

He was a little surprised—in such a big explosion, he didn’t die on the spot, but was left with such a sigh of relief, and he could recall some of his life when he was dying.

Perhaps, it was because the captain’s cabin was extraordinarily strong, which slightly withstood the impact of the explosion. Perhaps, it was because he failed to save the thirty-one normal crew members that might exist on the ship, so he had to suffer these hardships at this time to punish himself. fault.

But none of that matters anymore.

He could barely see the wreckage floating on the nearby sea, and he could also judge from this that the Haiyan had been completely destroyed, and the main structure of the ship should have sunk into the sea at this time.

He has no time to think about whether the wreckage that sank into the sea will cause other unforeseen consequences—he has done his duty and tried his best to fulfill the oath of loyalty, and the rest is beyond his ability.

Belazov exhaled slowly, and in the feeling of tearing his chest, he calmly waited for the door of Bartok, the god of death, to open to him.

However, the first one to receive him was not the messenger of death.

Under the cold light of the creation of the world, a tall young man wearing a blue coat and holding a cane appeared at the edge of the floating wreck at some point.

A pitch-black chain extended from near the tall man’s occipital bone, floating in the air amidst the smoke and dust, while a strange creature that seemed to be formed from the smoke and looked like a jellyfish floated quietly at the end of the chain.

(end of this chapter)