Deep Sea Embers Chapter 423: Go ahead
"The Embers of the Deep"
It is the deep and dark bottom of the sea. Below the city-state, the ancient gods probed the tentacles of the pool into the real world and grew day by day in the indescribable darkness
She is visible, and the filthy and terrifying tentacles of flesh and blood are his reality, cold, chilling, but invisible, because the will that spread upward has already crossed the dark abyss and penetrated The city-state's thick rock and soil, its unimaginable power has been drilling into the city for the past fifty years, or even longer, and pierced deeply into the depths of the boiling gold mine.
Ms. Gatekeeper, we are now inside it - this was once a rock, but the power of the ancient gods has transformed the rock here into a part of flesh and blood, this dark substance is more than a thousand meters deep The rocks and sea water in the ocean are pulsating together with the source of the seabed, and every beat of it is bringing the mirrored city-state closer to our real world... Do you hear it? Plop, plop...the flesh and blood are wriggling, contracting, talking in sleep, this place...is thinking.
Winston murmured softly like a prayer, slowly raised his hands, and pointed to the endless darkness around him as if embracing, and the branches in the darkness that criss-crossed like thorn bushes, and among those branches , the dim spot of light was still moving fast like a firefly, and gradually, Agatha seemed to hear that deep voice—thump, thump...
Buried deep in the Boiling Gold Mine, this anomalous area of unknown size is making a heartbeat.
Even my own heart seemed to be affected by the sound of the heartbeat, wanting to resonate and beat.
However, a faint warm current suddenly appeared in her heart, which made Agatha suddenly wake up. She realized that her humanity had just returned from the critical point of madness, and her expression changed immediately, staring at Winston. s eyes.
You are out of your mind, Consul Winston - you are affected by this.
Ah... really? Maybe, but Winston just waved his hand indifferently. At first, I thought I could calm the ancient **** like a queen, then I thought I could delay it for a while, and then I thought I could at least maintain it. Sober until the end, it turns out... I have failed unconsciously?
Like a queen, quiet this ancient god? However, Agatha keenly noticed the key point in the Consul's words, her eyes suddenly changed slightly, and she vaguely realized the real reason for the Consul's appearance here, you mean, the Frost Queen half a century ago once Successfully put the power of the Youshen Holy Lord into a deep sleep?
Winston laughed: ...What do you think happened when the sea cliff collapsed?
Agatha was stunned for a moment, and hesitated to speak: The sea cliff collapsed... After the queen was beheaded, the whole world
The execution ground fell into the sea... Wasn't that an accident? !
It was a sacrifice, the sacrifice was the queen herself, and the first batch of speculators who chose to betray her after the outbreak of the uprising—of course, the entire executioner group and many rebel officers were buried for her, Winston said calmly, we blocked the detailed information of the year, so few people know the details after the collapse of the sea cliff—thousands of people died in that accident, but in fact, almost all civilians died from that accident. Those who survived the collapse, and those who were caught in the waves... Even if they were only one meter away from the shore, they had no chance to struggle, and were instantly sucked into the bottom of the sea.
And after that collapse, the abnormal area in the Boiling Gold Mine stopped expanding for a while, and it wasn't until then that the first consul realized that everything was in Le Nora's plan—the cold truth The keys left by the queen passed to the consul, as she said, now it is our turn.
Agatha fell silent, and after a while, her eyes became a bit complicated: You came here because you wanted to reproduce the sacrifice that year...
', is floating, the knowledge contained in the key tells me that to suppress this process, you must touch', the thinking, fifty years ago, the power is still sleeping in the deep sea, so the queen can only put herself to Sacrifice in the deep sea, and up to now, her power has penetrated deeply into the city-state, so this is the best place to touch—this is the method the queen left in the key, every time
After a consul gets the key, he will be entangled in this responsibility, and then prepare for it for the rest of his life. I have made all the preparations for this, but I did not expect one thing...
Winston twitched the corners of his mouth, which was not really a smile.
Not all of them are Ray Nora.
Agatha listened silently, then lowered her head, quietly staring at the brass key still lying in her hand.
This is something created by the Frost Queen with some kind of extraordinary power—she condenses the knowledge she touched and a part of her own thoughts inside the key in the form of an entity.
But for some reason, Agatha always felt that this key...should have other functions.
It should not only exist to tie the successive rulers of Frost City to a responsibility.
But at this moment, the Consul Winston obviously couldn't answer her more questions—and she herself seemed to have no way to go back.
After learning the truth about this dark space, Agatha understood this point: she did not pass through that stone wall to reach a certain place, but was directly integrated into a huge abnormal mass mass block.
What awaits Winston here is death, but what awaits him is return and assimilation.
She looked at the palm of her hand, and saw that the skin between her hand and the key had faintly softened and deformed, and some sticky black substance was oozing out of the skin, covering the key little by little. .
But she still wants to go further, she is a little... curious about this place.
Is there anything else we can do? Agatha lowered her head and looked at the city-state consul who had stopped speaking. Are you going to wait here until death comes?
Death has come, ma'am - we're just reviewing our failed lives before we breathe our last breath, Winston shook his head, there's nothing else to do, like me, sit down and rest Bar.
...You have actually done what you should do. As Frost's consul, you have at least bravely faced this so-called 'curse,' Agatha said calmly. .
Winston just shrugged his shoulders mockingly, incompetence is a sin.
... I still have to go forward, I want to go through this piece of 'thorns', to the place where the tentacle is, Agatha said, do you want to come with me?
It means nothing to me, madam, said Winston softly, if you want to go, go and let me stay here—my way is over.
Agatha stared at him for a few seconds before handing over the brass key: This is yours.
Winston did not reach out, but raised his head and looked into Agatha's eyes: Take it, you have taken it, it is yours, and this is how we have passed it on till now.
Agatha was silent for a while, and put away the key.
Okay, then I'm on my way alone.
She said goodbye to Winston, then turned around, propped up her cane, and took steps in this dark and empty space.
Ms. Agatha, does Winston's voice suddenly come from behind, does it really make sense?
Agatha turned her head slightly: Why do you ask that?
Even if you know more truths ahead~IndoMTL.com~Even if you can really go through this 'grove' and touch the limb of the ancient god, what will change? You can't stop all of this, you can't even pass on what happened here to the outside world - the investigation is over, and if you can't pass on the information, no matter how much you know, it doesn't make any sense.
Agatha stopped in her footsteps, and after thinking for a moment, she spoke softly: I am Frost's gatekeeper, and this is my duty. And...
She paused, and unconsciously pressed her chest with the hand holding the brass key.
The surrounding area is still very cold, and the feeling that the blood is gradually congealing is stronger than ever, but for some reason, she has always felt a slight heat beating in her heart from just now, as if... there
Jumping a cluster of invisible flames, supporting myself to move forward.
In my mind, thoughts that do not belong to me are jumping lightly. The strongest thing in this thought is an obsession - the direction that the obsession points to is just outside this thorn bush, the illusory and Incomparably huge tentacles.
It makes sense, I'm not alone - I don't have proof, but I think...everything I've seen here will eventually be known.
Oh, yes, that's nice... Ms Agatha, it's enviable that you held onto your faith until the last moment.
Winston's voice ceased, and there was no further movement in that direction.
Agatha turned her head and saw a small lantern shining in the darkness, illuminating a dry tree stump. A middle-aged man in a dark blue coat was quietly leaning on the tree stump beside.
His temple is pierced by bullet holes, and in his dropped hand, he holds a beautifully crafted revolver.