Deep Sea Embers Chapter 386: Back to reality?

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The White Oak stopped on the sea surface, and the "Black Oak" which was shrouded in thick fog like a shadow also stopped with it. In the shadowy shadow of the latter, there seemed to be an invitation hidden. .

Looking at the ship, Lawrence seemed a little hesitant.

"Should we... want to send someone up to take a look?" The voice of the first mate Gus came from the side, waking Lawrence out of his contemplation.

Lawrence turned his head and looked at the first mate beside him who had been with him for twenty or thirty years:

"You recognize it too, don't you?"

"...the last time we saw it was near Frost," the first officer looked at the sea not far away, and his tone seemed rather complicated. Like Lawrence, he was still surrounded by burning green flames at this moment Then, his body took on an illusory posture like a ghost, "For so many years, several of our old subordinates have known about your situation, but no one dared to mention this matter..."

Lawrence was silent for a moment, and suddenly said softly: "Do you remember not long ago, you saw a figure standing on the deck talking to me?"

The chief mate was slightly taken aback, and immediately realized: "That was..."

"It's Martha—the 'Martha' that only I can see in the past so many years," Lawrence said in a low voice, but the words he said made the first officer's eyes gradually widen, "During this time , I saw her more than once on the boat, and I heard her voice when I was exploring on that 'Dagger Island'... I always thought it was because this weird sea area was amplifying the illusion in my mind, but now It seems that the situation is not that simple."

The chief mate slowly turned his head and looked at the Black Oak shrouded in fog, which remained silent and dead. It took a long time to break the silence: "This is not an illusion, it is here."

Lawrence pursed his lips, as if lost in thought. After a few seconds, he suddenly said: "Sign out the signal and see how it reacts."

The first officer nodded immediately: "Yes, captain."

A moment later, a set of lights on the side of the White Oak came on.

The crew members, who were still in ghostly state, turned the baffle in front of the searchlight and fired a series of regular flashes at the black "ghost ship" that was close at hand.

Lawrence stood on the bridge, staring at the direction of the black ghost ship. He waited for some kind of response from the ship—but seemed afraid of seeing any response from it.

"Martha...are you there..."

The tension made him subconsciously grab the armrest beside him, and at the same time he muttered softly as if talking to himself.

The next second, in the thick black mist, a swaying light spot appeared on the deck of the Black Oak.

"...It responded," the first officer turned his head and looked at his captain with a complicated expression, "You can wait here first, and I will send some sailors up to check the situation first."

"No, I'll go in person," Lawrence waved his hand, and with a gradually calming expression, he had clearly made a decision, "If this is really a phenomenon caused by my mind gradually losing control, let others It will definitely be dangerous for sailors to go to that ship rashly...This matter needs to be faced by me, and only I can solve it myself."

Obviously the first mate wanted to say something, but in front of the captain who had already made up his mind, he could only swallow back all the persuasive words: "I understand."

Lawrence nodded lightly: "Go and help me prepare, lanterns, ropes, weapons, ammunition, and more..."

He stopped suddenly and looked at the bridge not far away.

A shriveled mummy wearing an old sailor's smock was carefully moving sideways bit by bit. It used the shadow of the bridge as a cover, trying to avoid attracting the attention of others. Almost moved to the noose.

Lawrence thought for a while: "I'll take it with me—I can't leave an out-of-control abnormality on the White Oak, and its state is too wrong."

Anomaly 077 stopped momentarily.

At the same time, in the sewage treatment center near Cemetery No. 4 in Frost City, black-clothed guards were still vigilantly guarding the intersections, and two other soldiers were dedicated to guarding the unfortunate administrator—— The victim sat paralyzed by a pipe next to the sewage sedimentation tank, his face was pale, and his body was still trembling, but he still tried his best to answer every question the guards had.

"I don't know, I really don't know...how can I tell..." The only ordinary person left on the scene, the only living "human" in the whole sewage treatment center, a middle-aged man with a bald head The administrator kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, his face was filled with fear and nervousness, "This place has always been fine, I've known those people for more than a day, and they never seem to have anything wrong..."

"Relax, you are just an ordinary person, it is normal to be blinded by extraordinary power," the guard in black who was in charge of the question had to comfort the frightened administrator, while looking up from time to time The open space next to the sedimentation tank, "the gatekeeper will take care of those freaks - Ms. Agatha will be back soon."

The administrator subconsciously looked up at the open space, and then, the terrible scene not long ago seemed to invade his mind again—the three "church pastors" suddenly turned into strange faces, with a terrifying eerie look Demons emerged from the air, and a dozen processing center employees turned into distorted humanoid monsters, and fierce battles broke out with the black-clothed guards...

The unlucky manager trembled all over, and quickly closed his eyes, but the darkness caused by closing his eyes caused new fear.

The black-clothed guard beside him noticed this scene, but he could only cast a sympathetic look.

Spent so long in a daze in a sewage treatment center that has turned into a lair of freaks, surrounded by murderous cultists lurking and fake freaks replaced by elements-when the truth is suddenly revealed , he was not frightened into a lunatic, which is already an excellent psychological quality.

Those employees who turned into fakes are likely to be replaced day by day, and now this manager is obviously the last one left. The dread of being replaced by the next "fake" - which he obviously imagined himself - was indescribable.

After the incident here, the administrator may never be able to return to work at the sewage treatment center—not to mention work, he may need a long period of psychological treatment to return to a normal life, but this is not the case Something for the guards to consider.

At this moment, the guards are more worried about the situation of their boss—the gatekeeper Agatha is undeniably powerful, and it is impossible for three ordinary annihilation priests plus a dozen fake freaks who can only be counted as cannon fodder It was the lady's opponent, but now... she hasn't returned.

After a while, even the manager, who was in a state of panic, noticed the tense and dignified atmosphere on the scene. He raised his head and glanced at the guards in black who were on alert around him. He couldn't help but said, "Excuse me... is the gatekeeper okay?"

"Ms. Agatha is in the spirit world, and she is worried that the battle between extraordinary people will affect you, an ordinary person, and damage the sewage treatment equipment here," a female guard in black said in a deep voice, she was calm Her voice carried reassuring power, "Don't worry, no heretic can defeat Bartok's gatekeeper in the spirit world. She should be continuing to investigate clues, so she was delayed when she returned."

The administrator nodded quickly: "Okay...Okay.

In the next second, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew across the factory area, and several black-clothed guards guarding the intersection looked at the open space near the sedimentation tank in unison.

The female guardian who spoke just now breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on her face: "Ah, it seems that Ms. Agatha has solved the trouble."

As the guardian's voice fell, phantoms suddenly appeared one after another in the open space beside the sedimentation tank—as if another space was reconnecting with the real dimension, and hazy and illusory shadows appeared in the air one after another In just a few breaths, those shadows quickly solidified ~IndoMTL.com~ and fell on the dirty ground.

It was a dozen fake freaks that had turned into humanoid mud, and the cold and mutilated corpses of three Oblivion Cultists.

The corpse of the fake freak quickly "melted" after landing, turning into dry mud that would never wriggle again, while the body of the Annihilation Cultist began to burn the moment it returned to the real world, and was blackened within a few seconds The flames turned into piles of coke, and the deep demons that lived with them dissipated into the air before they could recover their bodies.

The manager of the sewage treatment center stared at this surreal scene dumbfounded, and even forgot the fear in his heart for a moment. Then, he saw a whirlwind of gray and white appearing in the middle of the open space. In the whirlwind, there seemed to be smoke, dust and thick fog churning, and in the blink of an eye, a figure wearing a black coat and holding a cane condensed out of the gray wind and stepped forward.

Agatha, who was wrapped in a bandage, raised her head, looking at the familiar dimension of reality in front of her, and her subordinates who seemed a little nervous around her.

"The problem is solved." She nodded slightly to her subordinates, her voice was low and reassuring, as always.