Deep Sea Embers Chapter 39: The captain stepped on the ground

When Pigeon said this, the content and tone were as funny as always, humorous, and stupid.

But now it is an undead bird with ghostly flames burning all over its body. Its translucent flesh is filled with bones and tendons flowing with flames. The ghosts that leaked out from the gate screamed.

Facts have proved that many times there is not such a big distance between the evil door and the harmonious door.

Duncan's spirit fire was still burning as he watched the three cultists disappear in front of his eyes, but he couldn't be sure of the rationale behind the process.

He only knows that this is the ability of "Ai".

After a few seconds, after confirming that the three cultists were really unable to return, he turned his head slightly and asked the pigeon on his shoulder: "...Where did you get them?"

Ai flapped her wings and used her mouth to comb her feathers, which had become translucent. After a while, she suddenly said: "Return to the shadows!"

Duncan frowned. He had recently begun to learn to understand what Aye's words really meant: "...you mean, you banished them into some kind of...parallel space? Or turned them into some kind of untouchable state?"

The pigeon looked up and looked at Duncan erratically: "Cuckoo!"

He is now pretending to be a real pigeon again.

But Duncan, believing he knew the truth, pressed Ay's head with his finger, then looked around the dimly lit "sanctuary" again.

In the swaying light and shadow of the oil lamp, everything in the small room is clear at a glance. The sun **** believers who once hid here have completely disappeared from this world. Now standing here, only one occupies the body of the cultist. The ghost captain descended here, and his pigeons.

But somewhere, Duncan had a feeling - he seemed to feel that the three cultists were still here, right beside him, trapped in this room, in a place where they couldn't be detected by any means. And in the dimensional gaps that come into contact.

He could even "feel" those cultists shouting and struggling in vain, feeling the desperation that they wanted to reconnect with the real world, but were permanently shielded from reality by an invisible barrier.

This feeling permeated invisibly, until at a certain moment, Duncan saw the evidence: in a certain shaking of the oil lamp on the table, in a certain interplay of light and shadow, he suddenly saw a nearby wall appear. A trace that looked as if it had been left by the slashing of the dagger - but when he looked at it again, the flame of the oil lamp shook again, and the trace on the wall disappeared without a trace.

That was the last contact of the three Sun believers with the real world.

Duncan exhaled softly and turned away from the room with the dove.

Outside the abandoned lounge, there is a corridor that is much narrower than the sewer corridor seen before. The deep and long corridor extends to both sides, one end of which leads to a fork, and the other end is connected to a sloping upwards. ramp.

Even in the abandoned area, the city's managers apparently maintained the most basic maintenance of these underground facilities - at least, the gas lamps on both sides of the corridor were still on.

Duncan briefly judged the direction of the corridor, and then sorted out the route to the surface based on the remaining memory fragments in his mind, and quickly walked towards the **** that sloped upwards.

He walked faster and faster.

A fresh air appeared, the cool wind blowing Duncan's hair head-on, he heard some vague distant sounds, it seemed to be the roar of some factory facilities on the surface running all night, and Farther away came the sound of the waves...the sound of breaking waves crashing against the coastal reefs at night.

Duncan almost trots.

The pigeon Ai, who had recovered from the flames of the spirit body, flapped his wings on his shoulders and made a happy voice: "The times are calling! The times are calling!"

Duncan stopped suddenly and stared into the eyes of the pigeon: "Don't talk casually outside - normal pigeons can't talk."

Aye thought for a while, then flapped her wings vigorously: "Ayecaptain!"

Duncan was taken aback by the fact that the pigeon had responded to him right once, not sure if it was a coincidence or something - but he soon stopped thinking about it.

He wants to prepare for the world.

The black robe on the body is definitely not to be worn out. In the memory of "devouring", this suspicious robe is only used in the secret ritual occasions of the sun **** believers. It is placed on the city streets on the surface. If you show up, you have to be tied to a tree by seven or eight security guards and beaten.

The Prand city-state enforces a very strict curfew, and wandering around at night seems to be a very dangerous thing. Ordinary people must hold a passport and report in advance if they want to go out at night. Without these legal procedures, it is necessary to avoid the night watchmen in order to move in the city.

The people who are responsible for maintaining order in the city at night are called "Guardians". They seem to be the armed forces of the Deep Sea Church. In the memory of the devouring, the original owner of this body has deep feelings for those armed priests. Dread and hostility...

Duncan quickly sorted out the memory fragments in his mind. Since they were inherited from a corpse, most of these fragments were messy and vague. He could not piece together the complete life trajectory of a "member of modern civilized society". It is impossible to piece together all the information about the city-state of Prand, but even the most basic parts are enough to give him a general idea of ​​what to do next.

He first took off his black robe before the ramp to the surface—underneath the black robe was normal clothing, and walking outside would not be suspicious.

He considered whether he should burn the black robe, but the flames and smoke might attract the attention of the night watchers, so in the end he just rolled up the black robe and hid it in the corner near the ramp.

The sun talisman could also be a troublesome thing, but it could also contain valuable information. After some hesitation, Duncan decided to take it with him - he could use it when he returned to the Homeless. One more talisman to test to see if Aye can bring it back as well.

He can safely study this stuff on the Lost Country.

He dealt with the traces of the Tibetan black robe, and roughly dealt with his appearance, trying to make himself look like an ordinary citizen, not a cultist hiding in the sewers, and so on. After doing all this, he stepped up the ramp.

The road ahead is not too far.

Duncan was scrambling down the ramp, the fresh air filling his chest. He could already hear the distant factory and the waves clearly, and a few minutes later, he even saw a cool light appear. On the steps not far ahead~IndoMTL.com~ he took a few steps forward, and the cold light finally enveloped him completely.

He came to the surface.

A solid, stable, earth bathed in pale twilight.

Duncan's eyes widened, he saw a city, a city standing on the boundless sea, representing the civilization of mortals - the huge scars in the sky pierced the sky above the city, illuminating the row upon row of roofs and towers And the buildings farther away, not far in front of him, is the slightly dilapidated edge city, and on the higher ground in the distance, you can also see many distant and magnificent buildings, which are the cathedrals and municipalities. Hall's "Uptown".

Duncan suddenly laughed. He didn't make a sound, but he was out of breath.

But after a while, he forcibly stopped his laughter, he took a deep breath in the cold night wind, and then strode towards a certain direction in his memory.

Cultists also have their own "normal lives". Except for a few "priests" whose profession is entirely to harm the common people, the Sun Church, like most other cults, relies on a large number of ordinary people to support itself The operation of the deceived grassroots believers are mostly the poor citizens of the lower class of the city, the elderly who lack attention, the young people who are not in the world, or just like the body that Duncan occupies now...

An unnoticed, seriously ill ordinary man who runs a deceptive antique shop in downtown struggling with life and taxes.

The horrific life of the antique shop owner named "Ron" is over, and his debt to some evil **** has been written off with that last breath, but he's still left in this world A position... a position that Duncan likes.