Deep Sea Embers Chapter 424: Ceremony field
"The Embers of the Deep"
Now, there is only myself left here.
Agatha slowly withdrew her gaze from the lantern. She turned around, leaving Consul Winston in the cold and calm darkness, and walked towards the branches of trees that criss-crossed in the endless space. Go to the huge screen of thorns like a dome of heaven and earth.
A dimly lit lantern was hung on her waist, the right hand was holding the cane that had accompanied her in memory for many years, and the left hand was still tightly holding the brass key from Winston— —The key is no longer cold, but has a kind of heat like body temperature, as if... it is gradually merging with my own body.
But Agatha no longer paid attention to any changes in her body.
She is just walking in the dark, feeling that this body is actually moving forward, as long as the surrounding chaos has not completely swallowed and assimilated herself, she still has the need to move forward.
She was looking for a foothold in nothingness, and every time she stepped out, a path-like ground appeared in the darkness. She was looking for a way out among the thorny bushes. A narrow aperture is available for passage.
The sharp thorns quickly tore through her clothes, and the dense fabric was as fragile as loose ash and fog in front of the ancient god's thought spurs, and the falling fragments condensed into squirming black droplets in the darkness , blending into the path under her feet, and from time to time, she touched those sparks jumping and swimming among the thorns-when she touched those flashes, she could almost clearly feel something drilling into her mind.
That was the thinking of the ancient gods, it was the murmur of the Youshen Holy Lord—without any malice, not even a complete intention, but for weak mortals, the shortest spark of thought was dazzling , like a brilliant candle in the dark night.
Another cluster of dim flashes of light passed quickly from a distance, sliding along the dark thorn branches and passing through the line of sight. A strand of Agatha's hair intersected with the flash of light. New knowledge emerges
Agatha couldn't understand the message these sparks were conveying to herself—as Winston said to herself, don't try to speculate on the thinking of the ancient gods.
It will be crazy.
She looked up.
The majestic structure formed by dead wood and thorn bridges covers the field of vision. Dense dim lights dance like fireflies among the thorn bushes. Limbs are swaying slightly - as if an invitation.
The surroundings became cold again—and it was a more definite and biting cold than before, with dampness in the coldness, penetrating into the body as if to freeze the bones.
Agatha subconsciously tightened the clothes on her chest, only to find that her clothes had become tattered at some point, and the thorns along the way had left countless large and small spots on her skin Wound.
In the wound, the dirty black viscous substance slowly squirmed like blood.
But just when she thought that the cold would swallow her completely, a faint but warm heat came from her chest again...
A cluster of small green flames was quietly burning in Agatha's chest, and the faint green light illuminated her face and also illuminated the cold and damp sewers around her.
All the feelings seem to have gone away, or separated from one's reason by a thick curtain, the temperature in the blood vessels seems to have faded with the passage of time. exhaustion and pain.
Agatha shook her head slowly, trying to dispel the numbness that occupied her mind, but just as her vision was shaking, she suddenly saw a strange scene from the corner of her eye.
She saw that the dark and closed sewer corridor in front of her seemed to suddenly become spacious, and a layer of mist floated in the hazy space, and there were things like tree branches or thorn bushes emerging in the mist, And slowly spread towards himself.
However, in the next second, the hallucinatory scene disappeared, and she still only had the dark corridor in her eyes.
And a gate at the end of the corridor.
Pu Tong...Pu Tong...
The moment she stared at the gate, Agatha felt as if
There was an illusory heartbeat from the Buddha, as if a huge heart was hiding opposite the door, pulsating and growing in the darkness.
Agatha's already dull and numb spirit suddenly perked up, and her eyes instantly focused on the door.
Ah...I found you...
She put away the flames in her palm and took steps towards the darkness. The almost broken combat stick supported her for the last time. , leaving the darkness behind again, and the low and terrifying heartbeat gradually beat on her heart like a heavy drumbeat, even in her mind.
Gradually, she heard something else mixed with that heartbeat, as if thousands of people were praying, chanting, calling out to some dark and indescribable existence.
But she no longer cared about how much noise was mixed in those mixed voices—she was about to send the fire, and the lairs of those heretics were in the deepest part of the front.
The sound of the cane and the heel hitting the ground resounded intensively.
But at this moment, Agatha suddenly heard other voices—not her own footsteps, nor the heartbeat from the depths of the corridor, nor the prayers gathered by the crowd.
It was other footsteps, a large group of people, and the dense footsteps sounded from another direction—very close to the corridor in front of me, but separated by a wall or two.
There was a gunshot in the footsteps, a large-caliber rifle.
Anyone else? living? Is there anyone else who is acting with him in this mirror city? !
Questions popped up in Agatha's mind instantly, but they didn't affect her progress in the slightest—she rushed across the last section of the road in front of the gate almost instantly, and came to the large building where the sound of heartbeats was constantly coming from. in front of the door.
The door was slightly opened with a gap, and in the gap was a darkness that was so thick that it couldn't be melted away. If the darkness had any substance, it escaped and flowed out little by little.
But this is exactly what Agatha was looking for. She pressed her shoulders firmly against the heavy door, and slowly pushed it open with all her strength.
With a creaking sound, the door opened. A vast darkness appeared in front of Agatha's eyes—or in other words, some kind of boundless shadow enveloped the originally normal space, leaving her eyes with only darkness.
She could barely make out that there seemed to be a sewer hall in the darkness, the widest intersection in the sewer was transformed into a sacrificial place for offering sacrifices and nurturing ancient gods, countless shadowy and invisible things Wriggling in the darkness, malice was like a stench, rushing toward his face.
Immediately afterwards, before she could react, she heard a swift cracking sound from the nearby darkness, something was attacking her, and a familiar and disgusting voice was in the distance There was a sound in the sacrificial field—with jokes and sarcasm: Ah, the last sacrifice has finally arrived—that’s great, the other you just arrived at the scheduled place.
Bang!
The cane was swung out, and short flashes of sparks burst out in the darkness. A hideous and weird limb was broken by the volley and fell to Agatha's feet. After balancing, she immediately raised her head and looked in the direction where the voice came from.
I could barely see the tall and thin figure of a young man standing at the end of the darkness.
He opened his hands in this direction.
Come on, sacrifice, your arrival is part of the plan—now, it's time to build the passage.
Agatha supported herself with a cane, and slowly raised her head in weakness and dizziness: You are looking for your own death...
Yes, we're all going to die here, but that's okay, as soon as you step in here ~IndoMTL.com~ the ritual is already done - I admit, it's a trap.
There was a gunshot, and the fire and the explosion tore through the darkness in the corridor. The powerful bullet shot a twisted monster with three eyes in the head. Melting, disintegrating, turning into a sickening black slurry.
However, more roars of monsters continued to sound from all around, and more deformed and distorted things continued to emerge
Come out—from surrounding walls, pipes, gutters, and even gaps in domes.
The mud-like substance permeates and flows from almost any gap visible to the naked eye, turning into countless monsters that resemble humans.
I don't think we have enough bullets!
A sailor yelled, while quickly reloading his rifle, raising it, and firing, his yell sounding hoarse and muffled with the crackle of phantom flames burning.
Lawrence had no time to respond to the sailor's yell—there was a swift wind blowing from behind his head, and he only had time to turn his body slightly to avoid the fatal blow, and then he was driven by instinct to grab back .
A humanoid monster wearing a city-state guard uniform from decades ago and holding a sword in his hand was dragged by him from behind, and fell hard to the floor.
Lawrence took a step forward and stepped heavily on the fake monster's chest. The ghostly flames on his body rose instantly, and the spreading and burning flames burned the monster that seemed human but not human into a pile of ashes almost instantly.
The next second, Lawrence, who was burning with ghostly flames, raised his head and looked at the corridor ahead that seemed to never end.
Everywhere you look, there are all profane and deformed things.