Deep Sea Embers Chapter 201: Penetrate

Fire, there are blazing fires everywhere, or it looks like the ashes are all over the place after the flames burn out. The church was destroyed by the fire, the bell tower was destroyed by the fire, and the city-state itself seems to have been destroyed by the fire.

The hot wind whistled through the church square, which had been burnt to ruins. The square was rolled up with fluttering ashes. The fine sparks fell from the bell tower, and the charred flag dangled in the wind.

A tall, lightly armored figure stepped onto the plaza, his heavy broad sword in his hand drawing a series of sparks across the scorching ground.

Fana's hair has been scorched by the amazing heat in this environment, and the armor is damaged everywhere. In some damaged places, there are still bleeding wounds, and the flesh in the wound is wriggling. , is slowly healing.

She holds a sword in her right hand and a huge revolving machine gun in her left, with a heavy ammo box on her back - the machine gun was half-destroyed while passing through the arsenal not long ago It was removed from the steam walking machine, and it was easy to use.

The hot wind blew, and the smell of ashes penetrated into her nostrils. Fanna narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at the street in the distance, and the thick smoke and red light slowly rising in the background of the street.

In this "history", the whole of Pland has been burned.

The fire started to spread in 1889 and went unnoticed for eleven years. It finally burned through the whole city and solidified the entire city-state in a state of ruins in the slow ablation.

Even the power of the Storm Goddess has been severely distorted and interfered with - the longer Fanna stays here, the more difficult it becomes for herself to feel the moistness of the sea breeze.

It is easy to burn down a city-state, but it is very difficult to burn it without the gods knowing it. Those heretics have exploited the loopholes in history, and may even use the personality of the black sun to interfere with the gods' judgment on the world.

But... where are the heretics?

A low, hoarse murmur suddenly came from the shadows of the nearby buildings. This murmur carried a blasphemous and malicious power. The shadows condensed in the whisper, turning into a delusional illusion, but Fanna did not. Turning his eyes in the direction of the shadows condensing and whispering, he raised the six-barreled machine gun in his left hand and pulled the trigger in another direction that seemed to be empty.

A deafening roar exploded over the square, Huang Chengcheng's bullet casings scattered like rain, the flames swept across, and a tall, thin shadow suddenly appeared in the air. The shadow was originally hidden in the gap of light and shadow, but now He was forced to appear, and in a hurry, he could only use a large number of tentacles and the black umbrella in his hand to resist the barrage that came towards him—and it was in this resistance room that the roaring waves burst!

Fanna threw the giant sword in her hand, and the giant sword slammed down with the power of the storm. After piercing the monster, it flew ten meters away and nailed it firmly to the ground. Instead, the pinned attacker turned around quickly, stepped sideways, grabbed and pulled out a distorted lamppost, and smashed the heavy steel to his side.

The second hidden attacker was smashed to the ground by the street lamp, and its ugly head like a flower of flesh shattered into a pool of rotten flesh. The revolving machine gun turned its muzzle, and the scorching bullets swept away like a storm.

"The stealthy sneak attack in pairs...your tactics seem to stop there."

Fanna grunted, and threw away the severely distorted lamppost, then waved to the side to take back the giant sword of the storm, holding the giant sword beside her in one hand, and still carrying the machine gun in the other hand, as if The execution continued to point to the minced flesh of the monster on the ground.

After a few seconds, she frowned.

"No regeneration?"

The young Inquisitor bent down and confirmed that the pile of debris that once belonged to the Son of the Sun was just paralyzed on the ground, not only showing no sign of regeneration, but even now starting to lose moisture and activity rapidly, with the naked eye. The visible speed turned into a pile of shriveled coke.

Why is this? Why do these residues lose their ability to regenerate? Is it because their body suddenly weakened? Or is it because these residues have been greatly weakened for some reason?

Fanna looked at this scene in confusion and vigilance, and then suddenly raised her head, staring at the street not far away as if sensing something.

A green stream of fire emerges from the darkness, followed quickly

The ground gathered and spread on the edge of the square, and then, as if feeling something, suddenly rushed towards the corpse of the child's scum!

Burn, devour, grow.

In Vanna's presence, the invading green flames consumed the lifeless flesh, as if predators enjoyed their prey.

The young Inquisitor's eyes froze for a moment, staring at the spreading green flames with extreme vigilance. Numerous thoughts and speculations were surging in her mind, but those spreading flames seemed to ignore her—they It flowed all around, roaming around the square, and finally flowed farther away.

Fanna watched the flames flow and spread thoughtfully, then stepped forward and walked deeper into the city-state.

……

The torrential rain poured down, and the water curtain reached the sky and the earth. The shower rain fell from the thick clouds like a conspiracy that had been brewing for many years and finally became clear, washing everything in the city-state of Pland.

And when the force of the torrential rain can't stop Morris, doom comes into play again - his car finally breaks down.

The old scholar decisively gave up the idea of ​​restarting the car, knowing that the force of the obstruction would only intensify, because at some point he didn't know the preacher had made a declaration to himself, A curse would not allow him to fix the car.

But the "Declaration" of the Missionaries of the End is not an unsolved magic spell. Generally speaking, that thing can only guide or interfere with the "event" to varying degrees, and the longer it lasts, the greater the coverage. The larger the power, the more powerful the force is, and the more powerful the loss will be.

He couldn't stop in this torrential rain.

Morris opened the car door, and the biting cold wind and torrential rain hit his face at the same time, instantly dousing his whole body, and even blowing him to a stagger.

But the old man just stretched out his hand to hold the hat, and clenched the cane in the other hand, and took steps towards the chaotic rain curtain ahead.

He didn't have an umbrella, which wouldn't make much sense in this weather.

It's very close to the antique store, half a block away, if the weather is a little better, you can even see the store's sign.

But under the harsh conditions at the moment, all he could see was a vast rain screen and a few shops on both sides of the street with the doors and windows closest to him closed.

Morris was trudging through the rainstorm for a long time. Finally, he saw the familiar shop appear in his field of vision.

The old man subconsciously quickened his pace.

The curse that the missionary finally cast on him seems to have finally reached the end of the force. Dense, but no longer fell on the body like a stone.

Just a few steps away from the antique store, Morris suddenly heard a voice in his ear——

"Stop, you'll regret it!

"There is no redemption ahead...Prand will only be swallowed by another catastrophe!

"History is about to be replaced... What you save is no longer the real reality, but the reverberation of a wrong path..."

Morris didn't stop at all. He took two tight steps forward, almost knocking the door open.

At this moment alone, the voice in his ear suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

The cold wind and showers on the street are also blocked from the gate.

Morris stumbled forward a few steps, water spilling on the floor, and the warm and bright indoor environment made it difficult for him to adjust for a while.

He vaguely heard voices talking from upstairs, it was two young girls, one of them was Nina: "It's raining so hard!"

"Yeah, I got up all of a sudden... Fortunately, I heard from your uncle and came back early."

"Then my hair is also wet... Shirley, wipe the back of my hair!"

Morris shook his head, letting his mind numb from the cold wind and cold rain gradually recover. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the counter.

In the warm light, a blond woman in a dark purple long dress is sitting quietly behind the counter, casting a curious look here.

Pretty lady, but Morris doesn't

Not much attention was paid to the woman's appearance.

What he noticed was the detached and elegant aura of the other person, and the mysterious and quiet atmosphere that seemed to haunt her.

She doesn't seem to be sitting in a downtown antique store, but in the peaceful palace gardens, looking at herself, a reckless outsider, with a detached and calm look, with a graceful tolerance.

Morris felt as though he sensed something... inhuman in this lady, but he withdrew all his perceptions in the next second.

Mr. Duncan's antique shop has a "new man" who has never been seen before, but no matter what the identity of the new man, it must not be spied on casually.

Then, he heard greetings from the opposite side: "It's raining heavily outside, sir, do you need help?"

"Mr. Duncan...I'm looking for Mr. Duncan," Morris was startled, and hurriedly said, "Very important thing! Isn't he in the store?"

"He smiles at the mysterious and elegant woman at ~IndoMTL.com~," he said, saying his blood pressure was a little high, so he was resting on the second floor. "

Morris looked stunned: "Blood pressure...a little high?"

The blond woman behind the counter shook her head: "I don't know what happened - he wasn't in a good mood after we talked about history and fakes."

History and fakes? !

Morris's heart jumped and he wanted to ask more, but at this moment, he heard footsteps on the stairs, followed by Mr. Duncan's voice: "Alice, are there any guests?"

"Yes, Mr. Duncan! An old man I don't know!"

Morris looked up to see Duncan standing on the stairs, half illuminated by the light and half hidden in shadow.

He saw himself with a look of surprise and curiosity on his face.

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