Deep Sea Embers Chapter 419: This way is not working?
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The fog has gradually invaded the second waterway, and the hazy and chaotic mist is floating around the ceiling of the sewer corridor like a gauze, giving people the feeling as if those deep and heavy roofs have disappeared, and the second waterway is being destroyed. The "sky" gradually engulfed.
A small old man in an old coat walked briskly in this strange and silent sewer corridor—decades had worn away his body, and he couldn't be like this for many years in the past He moved swiftly, but for some reason, just today, at this very moment, he felt his body become lighter again, as if his youth had returned to this body, and the sore joints and weak muscles disappeared.
He walked faster and faster, and the big wrench in his hand was no longer as heavy as it was at the beginning. He quickly passed through the corridors and fork roads in his memory, towards a place that he could no longer remember clearly, but was particularly special. Running in the familiar direction persistently.
He has to catch up with the main force, because the time for assembly is approaching.
A piece of collapsed rubble suddenly blocked the old ghost's way.
"There's no way... There's no way?" The old man stopped, looked at the collapsed stone in astonishment and muttered to himself, chaotic memories reorganized randomly in his mind, trying to explain this piece of land. He seems to recall some of the existence of the collapsed area——
Oh, it's explosives. The guards retreated through the connection well and detonated the explosives buried in the corridor, so that the rebels who entered the sewer can be blocked
But it’s not true, it’s not entirely true, it seems that this collapsed place is not only blocking the rebels, many years ago, when the young soldier ignited the explosives... the corridor collapsed, blocking something else...
The old ghost stood blankly in front of the blocked corridor, then bent down and hit the stone in front of him with a large wrench, muttering vaguely.
This road should be open, it must be open, otherwise I will not be able to reach the gathering place, but it has collapsed, what should I do? A wrench cannot repair a collapsed stone...
A hazy mist suddenly appeared in the field of vision. The old ghost who was knocking on the stone raised his head blankly, and subconsciously took half a step back. He saw wisps of mist escaping from the gaps in the stone piles. Coming out, it slowly filled the entire corridor and filled his field of vision.
He heard distant whispers and roars in the fog, and then there seemed to be a hoarse voice shouting - "Is this reasonable?!
But no one appeared in the fog. In the mist drifting, the old ghost could only see that the rubble that had collapsed and blocked the road suddenly disappeared in front of him.
The originally blocked corridor has become a thoroughfare again, the gas lamp inlaid on the opposite wall emits a dim light, and in the depths of the chaotic corridor, black mud that seems to have dried up for decades can be vaguely seen , sleeping quietly in the same dry drain.
"The road is clear... the road is good..."
The old ghost was in a trance for a moment, as if he wanted to think about why those collapsed rocks suddenly disappeared, but soon, this question disappeared in his chaotic and entangled memory, and he walked towards it without hesitation. Step forward and step into the corridor shrouded in darkness.
Agatha raised her head suddenly, and the guards, priests, and nuns who followed her also stopped immediately. Everyone was tense, wary of any movement in the fog.
"Did you hear footsteps?" After two or three seconds, Agatha suddenly broke the silence, "Except
Footsteps outside of us. "
"Yes," the accompanying nun nodded lightly, "Just for a moment, it was very slight, but the distance was very close, as if..."
This is already the depths of the Boiling Gold Mine. Following the direction pointed out by the "Sergeant Brad", Agatha and her team arrived here through the only passage in this direction. Mine tunnels, and even at this depth, the fog is still everywhere.
The lighting system is still working normally, and the dim light illuminates the support in the mine tunnel and the track structure under the feet, and there seems to be some strange scenes in the interlacing of faint light and shadow.
Agatha saw two identical supporting pillars appear on the opposite side wall—the two supporting pillars were like mirror images from the surface texture to the stain.
In another direction, she even saw several criss-crossing top beams piled up together, and the intersections seemed to be fused together.
The accompanying priest in the team raised his lantern and came to one of the strange supporting structures. After observing nervously, he said in a low voice: "The gatekeeper..."
"I saw it," Agatha interrupted the pastor, her tone was still calm, "It's obvious, 'the counterfeit, the space it's in is overlapping with our real world.'
"The space where the counterfeit is located?" A guard subconsciously repeated.
Agatha was silent for a moment, as if feeling the annoying trance again, then she raised her hand and rubbed her forehead: "That's right, all fakes should come from an abnormal time and space, and now various evidences show that, This abnormal time and space is gradually approaching our real world, maybe... maybe we can call it a 'mirror image,)
Cold, boundless cold, as if you are in an extremely cold corridor, and the blood in your blood vessels has already lost heat.
But in the next second, this strange feeling disappeared, and the illusion of being in a cold and lonely corridor disappeared. The light of the lamp quickly dispelled the chill that remained in his consciousness.
"...Is it because there is not enough time...or is it too close..." Agatha subconsciously murmured to herself.
The nearby subordinates did not hear her muttering.
A guardian soldier was looking around with a lantern, and suddenly he seemed to find something: "There is a person down here!
Agatha quickly came back to her senses, the expression on her face changed, and she quickly walked to the place where the soldier had found.
A soldier wearing the equipment of the city-state's elite guards fell into the mine tunnel and seemed to have been dead for a long time.
He wears a black combat overcoat, with a metal breastplate and power arm guards powered by a steam engine, a steam backpack on his back, and a thick breathing mask on his face.
Bending down, Agatha wiped away the blood on the nameplate on the soldier's chest with her fingers, and stared at the name quietly for a few seconds.
"Sergeant Brad." She broke the silence softly.
Agatha remained silent for a while.
The situation is as she judged, a real Sergeant Brad fell in this mine, and his replica appeared under the influence of thick fog in front of the church troops who were exploring below - a fake It is false, the intelligence is true.
"There are corpses here too!"
Soon, another guard warrior who was exploring forward raised his lantern high and issued a call from a distance.
More corpses appear in the mine tunnel that follows.
Agatha quickly led the team forward, and found more and more war dead in the depths of the mine - they were all the elite guards of the city-state, and trusted soldiers of Governor Winston.
Causes of death range from wounds torn by sharp knives, blunt trauma from blows with heavy force, and even gunshot wounds.
And near these corpses, Agatha and her subordinates also found dried black mud. If the mud was assembled into human beings, the number would probably far exceed the number of guard soldiers who died in battle.
"...a fierce battle that lasted for a long time. This army encountered a far greater number of enemies in the mine tunnel, and they continued to advance hundreds of meters during the battle...Most of the soldiers had already After running out of bullets, they ended up fighting with bayonets and steam gauntlets.”
Agatha inspected the nearest corpses, making judgments based on the traces left by the corpses and the situation at the scene. At the same time, a thought emerged in her mind
Increasing anxiety.
There are many fallen soldiers, and the team led by Consul Winston is obviously in a bad situation, and this battle may have erupted a few hours ago--is the Consul still alive after such a long time?
As if to respond to the uneasiness in her heart, a guardian warrior who was opening the way in front of the team suddenly stopped.
"Gatekeeper, there is no way ahead!"
"There is no way ahead?" Agatha was startled~IndoMTL.com~ immediately got up and walked forward.
The team arrived at the end of the mine tunnel, but there was only a flat and solid wall in front of them, and there was no way, but this was obviously abnormal.
Agatha quickly looked back to the direction she came from, and saw those guard soldiers who died in battle quietly fell in the darkness, and among these corpses, there was no figure of Consul Winston.
"There is only one way," Agatha shook her head immediately, "and with the traces left at the scene, I don't think that Winston Consul will have the opportunity to find another way here with the remaining guards."
The pastor frowned: "But it's blocked
Agatha ignored it, but turned around and walked slowly towards the flat and solid wall.
After a little hesitation, she stretched out her hand and tried to touch the wall.
Her fingers went straight into it.