Deep Sea Embers Chapter 40: “Sign in”

Fana wakes up from a grotesque and chaotic dream to find that the night is still dark outside the window - the cold and pale light of the creation of the world shines on the window sill depicting the runes of the deep sea, appearing peaceful and quiet.

However, the vision of the grotesque dream is still clearly reflected in her mind-

A ship, a big ship burning with green ghostly flames, sailed from the boundary line between the sea and the sky, crushing the entire city-state of Perand like a rolling mountain. There are countless shouts and desolate songs roaring in unison, as if to overturn the whole world.

At the same time as the giant ship came down, she saw a scorching sun rising from the depths of the Prand city-state - not the well-known sun bound by ancient runes, but like those suns The blazing celestial body described by believers as the "ancient sun" rose from the depths of the city-state, the flames melted the earth, and all the people flowed on the streets like wax figures.

The cathedral of the Deep Sea Church stands quietly in the heart of the purgatory of this lively molten city. She prayed to the church in her dream, hoping to be guided by the goddess of the storm, but the cathedral was just noisy and meaningless. The bell ringing, no guidance came...

Fanna sat up from the bed and came to the window in her pajamas. She glanced at the still peaceful city outside and the "creation of the world" in the sky, but her irritability became more and more boiling.

A moment later, the young judge withdrew her gaze towards the city. She came to the dresser near the bed and opened a drawer—

In the drawer of the dresser there is a dagger, a curved ritual dagger, and the rune symbolizing the Church of the Deep shimmers at the base of the dagger's blade, as if it was stimulated by an inexplicable force and had a "resonance" ".

Fanna's eyes stayed on the flashing runes for a few seconds before cutting a wound in the palm of her hand with a knife blade. As the blood seeped out, she placed her hand across her chest and whispered In the name of the goddess of the storm, in an attempt to seek guidance from the gods.

However, for some reason, she only heard the roar of some illusory waves, and the "psionic induction" state that was very easy to enter in the past has not moved today.

It was as if an invisible veil suddenly enveloped her, blocking her connection with the storm goddess Gormona.

Fana's brows furrowed slightly.

The connection between believers and gods is disturbed, which is very rare, but not unthinkable - the mapping relationship between the warp and the real world is difficult and complicated, and it is impossible to understand with the wisdom of mortals, even the power of gods , sometimes there will be temporary changes in strength due to the influence of the warp, the deep sea and the spiritual world, plus the eternal turbulent disputes between the gods and the gods, between the gods and the ancient gods, It is also possible that some believers suddenly cannot hear the voice of the gods in very rare cases.

But Gormona, the storm goddess... shouldn't be.

The boundless sea surrounds mortal civilization. The power of the storm goddess runs through all dimensions and affects the entire reality. All gods may lose contact with the real world. Even the **** of death will occasionally leave loopholes like "revivers". But only the goddess of the storm... impossible.

This is one of the reasons why the Church of the Deep Sea can become the most powerful church in the boundless sea.

Is the problem with you?

Fanna naturally began to doubt her own state, but she looked at the palm of her hand and saw that the wound she had just drawn had begun to heal quickly.

The blessing of the goddess is still there, and it takes effect without the slightest delay.

Fanna recalls the noisy, grotesque nightmare and the ominous omens she'd seen over the past many days.

There must be a connection between all of this.

A ghost ship burning green flames... ghost ship...

Fanna's mind quickly recalled and compared the occult knowledge she had mastered, and then her eyes suddenly became serious.

She's not an expert in the field of sailing, and she's rarely exposed to the absurd stories that circulate among superstitious sailors, but even in the orthodox church books, there is a ghost ship that occupies a special place. s position.

It was an ominous ship returning from the warp, and its captain, Duncan, was the dreaded captain who caused the thirteen islands of Wetherland to be engulfed by the frontier collapse a century ago.

Fanna got up suddenly behind the dresser, but then she remembered that it was late at night, and the Cathedral Archives, like any other library, was closed at night.

And from a safety point of view, she'd better not talk to anyone about this dream within a few hours of the "Omen's Dream" - if this dream really points to the "Captain Duncan", Then he is very likely to reversely perceive what mortals are talking about himself through the connection established by this dream.

After all, it was a... "ghost" that could return from the warp.

The best way to comply with the safety rules now is to wait patiently, wait until the sun regains the dominant position in the world, wait until the connection established by the dream gradually dissipates, and then go to the archives to check the relevant information, or consult with the archbishop in the church. these ominous omens.

In any case, if these omen dreams really point to the "Captain Duncan", and are really reminding her that the legendary homeless ship is eyeing the Pland, then as the guardian of the city-state, She must stop the terrifying ghost captain from docking at all costs...

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A tall, thin, dark figure swiftly walked through the deserted downtown streets, and the slender figure cast a flashing silhouette under the gas lamp.

A completely unfamiliar city, a completely unfamiliar building, a specious memory in my mind, a civilian neighborhood where the curfew time seems deserted and weird.

However, Duncan was in a particularly happy mood when he walked in such a mean alley.

He succeeded - not only successfully performed the second spiritual world walk, but also successfully controlled a body to come to the ground, to the surface of the city-state of Perand.

He is in touch with the civilized society of this world, he is observing the architecture of this era, the technology of this era with his own eyes.

And he still uses a complete body - neither open-minded nor open-minded, this looks normal from the outside, which can make his next movements very convenient.

Frankly speaking, the health of this body is actually not very good. Even if he is walking in the spiritual world, he can ignore most of the problems on the body, and Duncan can clearly feel the sub-health state of this body. , but he had no complaints about it, and even took it for granted.

After all, from the experience of these two times, the walking in the spirit world occupies a corpse within a certain period of time of death - but can anyone who is alive and kicking be a corpse?

A distant dog bark came from the end of the alley, and Duncan slowed cautiously, hiding himself in the shadows between the buildings.

He doesn't know if it's a patrol dog led by the church guards on the night watch, but there's nothing wrong with being cautious.

Over the nearby buildings, there is a huge pipe structure spanning the low house, the light from the "pale scar" casts intermittent light and shadow between those pipes, and steam occasionally leaks from the valves of some pipes Out ~IndoMTL.com~ A hazy haze formed in the night.

The barking is gone.

Duncan walked out of the hiding place, observed the movement on the street left and right, and comforted the pigeon Ai, who was moving on his shoulders, and then walked across the street following his memory.

Between a row of low two- or three-story buildings, there is an old door with a dirty sign hanging above the door, and the walls on both sides can still be seen with gray dust. Lack of maintenance windows - this is a shop that looks not small, but it is clearly lacking in maintenance and business is bleak.

This is where the memory fragments in the mind guide Duncan.

He came to the old door, looked up at the sign on the door, a row of letters was faintly discernible in the dark:

"Ron Antiques," Duncan muttered in a low voice, "it's a neat name..."

After speaking, he searched at the door. Since the memory in his mind was not very clear, he searched for a long time before finding the spare key from a hidden hook under the windowsill.

The original owner of the body did not carry the keys, nor any items that would identify or be used to find the antique shop, seemingly out of the caution of a seasoned cultist - but For a ghost captain who can steal memories, these superficial cautions mean nothing.

Duncan opened the door of Ron's antique shop, ducked in and quickly closed the door.

The wooden door slammed, but the sound did not travel too far in the night. The sign hanging above the gate was slightly crooked in the vibration, and the letters on the sign wriggled in the pale and cold night, blinking. During the time, new text appeared on the wooden board——

"Duncan Antiques".