Deep Sea Embers Chapter 30: A piece of messy trace

The huge and heavy mechanical spider folds its long arthropods to its abdomen, and uses the wheel structure on the outside of the arthropods to slide at high speeds on the straight road. Inquisitor Vanna is as stable as it is cast on the carapace of this mechanical creation. Standing firmly, the night wind with a slight smell of sea blew through the street, and the cold air made her more lucid.

Those cultists who worship the sun **** are a scourge of modern civilization—and unfortunately, there are more than one.

There are always malicious eyes cast from the depths of the warp to the human world, and there are always stupid mortals trying to get their hands on those ominous powers, and between this kind of collusion between ancient gods and mortals, there are also lost Distorted things, forbidden heirs and pollution reverberations lurk in the depths of the city-state, always ready to move, trying to shake the order structure of this society.

Of all these threats, the followers of the sun **** are the most alarming and troubling to the protectors of the Perand city-state.

They are not only cultists, but the product of a part of the lost history of the old world. Compared with most common cults that are stupid and blind, the most dangerous thing about these heretics who worship the dark sun is that they have a certain "belief" Existing - despite the fanaticism and distortion, and despite the mix of dragons and snakes among its bottom members, there is indeed a certain "core belief" at the top of this hateful sect that has not changed for thousands of years.

This belief revolves around the "era of order" illuminated by the old sun. Not only is it a self-contained system, but there is even a corresponding "true solar calendar" that is not recognized by modern civilization. They believe that they are a certain A descendant of a long-lost ancient civilization, and believes that the glorious ancient civilization will be revived.

As the judge of the Deep Sea Church, Fanna is not very interested in the heresies of the cultists, but she knows that it is the existence of these heresies that makes the followers of the Sun God have unity and stubbornness far beyond other heresies , so that they can survive stubbornly after repeated blows, and grow day and night in the shadows of many city-states.

But their resurgence in Prand still surprises Vanna.

Since the unprecedented attack four years ago, the Sun God believers in the Prand city-state have been severely injured. According to several investigation reports, those heretics should have transferred their main members to nearby Lun. In Sa, Moko and even the distant city-states of Cold Harbor, what remains in Plantene are basically only some stubborn, bewitched, but not qualified to be transferred with the bishops.

These minions hid in the sewers, relying entirely on their understanding of the underground world and the twisted blessings the Black Sun gave them to escape the pursuit of the guardians. Four years later, their numbers have increased. Less, the things that can be done are only lingering.

But today, four years later, they suddenly gathered again, and even dared to risk exposure to hold a sacrifice ceremony in the assembly hall... Who gave them the courage?

Or... what's going to happen in this city-state? Is there some reason enough for those cultists to draw Black Sun's attention to Prand even at the risk of being smothered by the last flame?

From the mechanical spider's body came the vibration and noise of the steam core's continuous operation. The faint scent of incense overflowed from the steam pressure relief pipe and drifted along the night wind. Fanna temporarily put away her thoughts and looked up. glanced at the sky.

"The Creation of the World" hangs high in the night sky, casting a pale light on the houses, chimneys and towers scattered in the city of Pland, and now the operation team is passing through the edge of the industrial area, those across the Huge steam and hydrothermal pipes between the factories run through the sky above the street like the blood vessels of giants.

Fanna vaguely recalled the past, recalling the deepest and most terrifying night in her memory-in that **** midnight, her uncle escaped from the fire on her back, and the streets were everywhere. They're all walking corpses caught in collective hallucinations and shadows of volatile flesh, fleeing from factory pipes, the smell of blood and the smell of chemical grease oozing from the pipes is disgusting...

There was a sudden shock from the mechanical spider under her feet, and Fanna woke up from her memory.

The flat road came to an end, and the abandoned area on the edge of the city was ahead. The road was potholes and undulations. The two mechanical spiders ended their sliding mode. They stretched their long limbs and began to speed up the uneven road. walk.

It didn't take long for the team to arrive at an abandoned sewer entrance.

Another team of eight is already on standby here, and they have cordoned off the surrounding area to prevent unrelated persons from approaching the entrance.

Fanna greeted the subordinates here, and then directly followed the person in charge of the scene into the depths of the sewers.

Walking through the deep corridors and through the dirty paths, Fanna finally arrived at the secret meeting place - here, she saw more Guardian warriors, as well as church priests undergoing purification rituals.

A temporary sacrificial altar is located in the center of the assembly hall. The wooden high platform seems to have been burned by flames. On the high platform, you can also see the blasphemous totem built by the Sun God Cultists-the totem has been burned by the flames, but basically The structure is still intact.

Around the platform are dozens of cultists crouching on the ground with their hands tied, most of them shivering, and a few with their lips moving, silently muttering their blasphemous prayers.

But with the ceremony site destroyed and the storm goddess paying attention, these heretical prayers are of no use at all.

Not far from the altar, there are the remains of victims found in nearby caves. These tragic victims were placed on linen painted with runes, and the mortuary who hastily arrived was examining them. The state of each corpse.

Several church priests were walking around the sacrificial altar. The copper chains in their hands swayed slightly. The incense burner at the end of the copper chain emitted white smoke. The smoke touched the ground near the sacrificial altar and was immediately stained. An ominous layer of black shadows, and more white smoke will take away the pollution - the breath of the black sun left here will be removed little by little in the process.

"Your Majesty Judge, please come this way, this is what we found wrong," the young guard said, pointing to several corpses beside the altar, "Please be careful, the ground here is not very bright clean."

Fanna went straight to the corpses, and after seeing the condition of one of the corpses, she subconsciously frowned.

It was a cult with a golden mask - no doubt, the priest directly responsible for the sacrificial ceremony on this profane shrine.

He had a terrifying hole in his chest.

"...What's going on?" Fanna frowned, "Did this fanatic heresy get too excited at the end of the ceremony and sacrificed himself? I've never heard of those evil spirits who worship the black sun. The believers still have this kind of rules~IndoMTL.com~ This is the weird and bizarre place - he is not self-sacrifice," The guardian who brought Fanna immediately shook his head and said with a slightly strange expression on his face , "According to the description of the cultists caught at the scene...their 'messenger' was sacrificed by a sacrifice..."

"Sacrificed by a sacrifice?" Fanna raised her eyebrows immediately, "What kind of crazy talk is this?"

"It's really like crazy talk," the guards spread out their hands helplessly. "In fact, when we arrived, most of the cultists here were indeed half-mad."

"Has half insane?"

"Yes, there was obviously a big flaw in their sacrificial ceremony. Many people were infected with madness, and many people even started hacking and killing each other. They seem to regard each other as... by some kind of The 'monsters' occupied by terrifying things, it is precisely because they rushed out of the assembly hall in madness that they alerted the patrolling sheriff nearby, which led to the exposure of the situation... When we arrived, we were able to stay awake and answer. There are not many people left with the problem, and the few people who can speak fluently insist that it is the sacrifice that sacrificed the messenger."

"Fall into madness? Hack each other? And think others are occupied monsters?" Fanna's expression immediately became serious, "Have you been checked? Is it the result of being contaminated by the black sun?"

"There is no trace of contamination by external sources, but it is more like a spontaneous madness - the factors that lead to madness are rooted in their own spiritual world," the guardian said, raising his finger to a A young lady in a long black dress walking among the cultists, "Ms. Heidi has arrived. If it is confirmed that these cultists are not contaminated by the black sun, we can only think of a way from hypnotism."