Deep Sea Embers Chapter 185: Everyone is safe

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Undead birds condensed from illusory flesh and crystal bones, eerie, shrill female voices, rising and burning green flames—and strange sentences that no one can understand.

Xue Li's already hazy consciousness suddenly came to her senses. She stared at the strange bird that suddenly broke in in front of her in amazement, and watched the other party circle in the air again, and the surrounding missionaries of the final missionary The silhouettes froze into strange postures in the circling of strange birds, as if... the people on the screen in the "cinema" suddenly stopped because of the cassette.

One of these monsters was even stagnant in the process of stepping forward, so that his body almost floated in mid-air, looking eerie, terrifying, and a little ridiculous.

The undead bird circled again. This time, the door and vortex formed by green flames opened in the air, and then a tall figure stepped out of it and came to Shirley.

"I remember reminding you that you can ask for help when you are in trouble." Duncan lowered his head and quietly watched the blood-covered girl lying on the ground. "Why didn't you come to me?"

"I... I forgot," Shirley blinked, and the moment Duncan appeared, she found that the pollution and curse from Missionaries of the End was rapidly fading away, accompanied by the thoughts in her mind. The harsh noise and frantic consciousness quickly subsided, and her mind gradually regained consciousness, with a strange and tangled look on her face, "I was in a mess just now... Yes, these guys kept screaming, making me dizzy. of..."

Duncan turned his head slowly and glanced at the attackers who had been pinned in mid-air by Aye's high ping blow.

This is the first time he has seen such a strange...thing, it looks a bit like a human being, and is dressed in human tattered clothes, but the whole body is mutated and almost no human appearance, the limbs are twisted and fleshy, bone spurs Extending from every joint in his body, his face still has a frenzied and funny look, almost uglier than Agou.

Duncan frowned and looked back at Shirley: "They beat you? Where did all this come from?"

"They beat me!" Shelly exclaimed immediately, and the moment the words blurted out, she felt as if something was wrong, but she quickly put this strange feeling aside, " I don't know where these guys came from, Agou said they were missionaries at the end of the world, those lunatics who follow the warp..."

"The missionaries of the end...the ones who follow the warp?!" Duncan was still a little careless, but after hearing the second half of Shirley's words, his expression suddenly changed slightly, and then he seemed to think of something , immediately looked at Ai, "Don't pigeon them away yet!"

At the time of his speech, the few evangelists who had been stagnant by Ai's silhouette had already shown signs of flickering, but Ai's wings quickly flapped, and these three were about to be isolated from reality. The attacker suddenly returned to the real dimension, and Ai's sharp cry sounded in the room: "The network is connected, the network is connected!"

"Send them to the boat," Duncan nodded to the pigeon, "I'll be there on the deck over there."

"The mission must be achieved! The mission must be achieved!"

Ai screamed twice, and then quickly drew a vortex of flames in the air, and the figures of the three final missionaries disappeared in the blink of an eye in the rising spirit fire.

In the dimly lit room, only Duncan, Ago and Shirley were left, as well as three corpses not far away that were smashed by Meteor Dog into evangelism pie.

Shirley stared blankly at what was happening in front of her, watching the Warp believers who almost killed her and Ago disappear into the room in the blink of an eye - this "battle" ended like this Weird and easy, not even a fight at all.

Mr. Duncan didn't make a move at all. From beginning to end, he didn't care what kind of tricks or special curses those missionaries had. He just appeared here and seemed to have a little interest in those guys, so he put them Taking it away at random is like picking up a few stones on the side of the road. _o_m

He probably didn't realize those cultists were "combat".

At this moment, Duncan's voice suddenly came, interrupting Shirley's thoughts: "How is your injury?"

Sherry suddenly woke up from the thought of "Mr. Duncan is terrible". Her first reaction was to habitually show her ability and pretend to be dismissive of her injury, but. (This chapter is not over!)

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As soon as she was about to open her mouth, she grinned and said "Ouch", the pain in her back and the pain in her arms came at the same time, so she couldn't help but scolded: "TMD hurts to death..."

Duncan looked at her with concern: "Shall I take you to the hospital?"

"Don't!" Shirley reacted suddenly, grinning and trying to hold up her body, "I have no money..."

Duncan was stunned: "Is this about money? You are all like this!"

"I haven't finished speaking yet," Shirley finally sat up, "My physique is different from ordinary people, and I will definitely be discovered when I go to the hospital. I can't explain it if it attracts the attention of the church, and you see— "

As she spoke, she raised her arm to let Duncan look at her wound. First Release Update@

The wound is healing - After the curse and contamination of Missionary Apocalypse subsided, her self-healing ability has been restored, and now the **** tear is no longer bleeding, and the contaminants deep in the wound have been squirmed away. The flesh was squeezed out, and the growth rate of the new flesh was visible to the naked eye.

And the heaviest wound on the back is gradually recovering. Although it is still very painful, Shirley knows that she has survived this time.

"As long as those missionaries don't keep pushing me, I'm not afraid of them," Xue Li raised her head stubbornly, "How can I lay on the ground with a normal injury like this... Hissing pain... …”

A slight screeching sound suddenly came from not far away, interrupting Shirley's muttering.

She and Duncan looked at the sound at the same time, but saw that the sound was coming from a dead missionary, whose deformed and mutated body turned into something like a weathered rock. The gray-white lumps began to shatter every inch.

At the same time that the bodies of the missionaries continued to weather and peel off, the room shrouded in the curtain also changed - the shadows that lingered outside the window before began to subside quickly, and the street lights came from the direction of the street. The light also returned to normal, and the abnormal shadows in the room and the cold malice lingering everywhere also dissipated.

"...The missionary at the end of the world dedicated himself to the warp, and now it's time to pay the price," Agou's voice sounded muffled, answering Duncan's confusion, "These scum will be swallowed by the warp, and even the Not a speck of dust will stay in the real world."

"...Then this kind of cult would be quite environmentally friendly to die," Duncan mused, "it saves the trouble of cleaning up the scene."

Then he turned to look at Shirley: "Is it better? If it is better then come with me."

At the same time as the voice fell, a cluster of green flames also appeared in the air at the same time. Ai flew out of the flames, circled and landed on his shoulders.

"Follow you?" Shirley didn't react, "Where to..."

"Aren't you going to spend the night here today?" Duncan pointed to the mess in the room, "Do you think this place can still live?"

Shirley slowly stood up against the wall, and glanced at the old house where she and Agou had lived together for many years.

Smashed furniture everywhere, corroded residue everywhere, valuable and worthless have been completely destroyed.

Actually, there wasn't much at all.

Shirley lowered her eyelids and said nothing for a while.

"The patrolling guards don't seem to notice the movement here, we can still pack our things," Duncan sighed, he knew Shirley's current mood, but he couldn't comfort him, "But anyway, this place must be Can't live anymore - even if you don't consider these smashed things, you have to consider whether there will be more attackers in the future. Although it is not yet known why those missionaries of the end came to you, but you have been attacked They're eyeing..."

Duncan did not continue.

He knew that Shirley was a much more mature child than she looked, and that a girl who grew up in a harsh environment should know her priorities.

"I... pack my things." Shirley said in a muffled voice.

"Need help?" Duncan asked.

"No need," Shirley shook her head, "something... very little."

She really has very little.

Duncan waited only a short while before Shirley packed up the things she was going to take away from a few nooks and crannies, just some inconspicuous ones. (This chapter is not over!)

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's old belongings, including a small rag doll that was about to break apart, as well as several old clothes that were not destroyed, and two slightly deformed small iron boxes seemed to contain clinking Pieces~IndoMTL.com~ She put all these things in an old small box, and brought the box to Duncan, bowing her head honestly: "It's all packed."

Agou turned his head and looked at the small box in Shirley's hand, and muttered in a sullen voice: "You took all these away... So we won't come back in the future?"

Shirley was silent.

Duncan glanced quietly at the girl in front of him, and a gentle smile slowly appeared on his face.

He stepped forward and pressed the girl's hair.

"Let's go home."

The green flames rose into the air, and the undead bird spread its wings in the flames, blocking Shirley's last sight of looking back at the hut.

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