Deep Sea Embers Chapter 392: In the mirror?
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In Duncan's perception, two imprints in an abnormal state have attracted his attention.
One of the imprints is of course from the White Oak.
The ship that he once burned completely with flames still exudes a strong "sense of existence", wandering in his perception like a burning fireball, but he still can't determine which ship The true location of the ship - Whenever he tried to locate the White Oak, he only got a weird and vague result, which showed that the White Oak was in an area next to the Frost City State, which had long been destroyed by the sea. The Fog Fleet and the Frost Navy jointly blockade.
Another mark of "problem" is on the gatekeeper Agatha.
In the past period of time, Duncan suddenly found that the imprint he had left on Agatha had been disturbed by some kind of disturbance. During the disturbance, Agatha's aura became weaker several times, and the position began to appear. The same vague and distorted signs as the White Oak, he tried to confirm Agatha's status remotely, but was surprised to find that the breath of the other party would completely disappear in the city-state from time to time.
Two imprints in question, one ship, one person, different locations, similar states.
This is clearly worth paying attention to.
So he chose to investigate this matter himself after nightfall - there is no clue on the White Oak for the time being, but Agatha's mark will still move in Frost City from time to time, and it should be nearby.
Duncan lowered his head and looked at Shirley who was looking around beside him.
Agou's perception ability as a deep demon may come in handy-and if there are really oblivion cultists operating around here, he can probably smell the "kind".
The night was getting darker, and all the gas lamps on both sides of the road had been turned on. Occasionally, the whistle of night watchmen or the barking of dogs could be heard from a distance, mixed with the sound of distant waves.
The streets during the curfew period were empty and deserted. Even if some lights spilled from the buildings on the side of the road, it was difficult to dispel the chill of this winter night. Duncan took Shirley through another alley, and in his In the "vision", the cluster of flames representing Agatha is still walking around not far away.
"Mr. Duncan, do you think that if the gatekeeper sees me...would he strike me with a sword?" Shirley said a little nonchalantly, "Just like Fanna saw a heretic..."
"The gatekeepers don't use swords," Duncan said casually, "I heard from Vanna that they use specially made battle sticks and the magic of the death realm to deal with heretics."
Shirley immediately shrank her neck and fell silent.
Duncan didn't pay attention to the girl's reaction. After entering an alley, he stopped suddenly.
Xue Li also stopped nervously, looking around vigilantly: "What did you find? That gatekeeper is in front?"
"...She's not in front, she's right here," Duncan said calmly, his eyes slowly sweeping across the alley, "and she's been here for a while."
"She's here?!" Shirley's eyes widened suddenly, as if feeling a cold wind blowing her neck again, she looked forward vigorously, feeling more and more guilty, "Where is it... I can't see it, dog, have you seen it?"
"I didn't see it," Agou's voice came from the nearby shadows, and it sounded muffled, "I can't see anyone and I can't feel the breath."
"Can't you even see Agou?" Duncan frowned slightly, and in front of his eyes, the small cluster of flames representing Agatha was burning quietly a few meters away, appearing weak and illusory.
The gatekeeper is here—here she rests.
Duncan walked slowly towards the place where the flame was, but stopped again.
"Agatha" seemed to sense something, the cluster of flames suddenly jumped when he was halfway close, and then quickly moved in another direction.
Duncan raised his head and looked towards the direction in which the cluster of flames was moving. Suddenly, a flashing shadow on the glass window of the outer wall of a nearby building caught his gaze.
He saw a blurry figure running quickly on the surface of the glass, and Agatha could be vaguely seen in the outline.
Shirley, who just looked up and looked around, also noticed the shadow. She almost screamed out in shock, but she reacted in time and covered her mouth. After the shadow flashed by, she looked at Duncan and said with lingering fear: "There was a figure just now!"
"I saw it, it was reflected in the window." Duncan said in a deep voice, his gaze was still looking forward calmly, where Shirley couldn't see, he was still staring at the cluster of flames——the flames Having passed through the alley, he flashed at the intersection in front of him again, turned back and ran in another direction.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he had outlined Agatha's state in his mind.
She seems to be breaking out of some kind of predicament, she may be injured, she may be very tired, she took a short rest here, and then headed towards the direction of the uptown - at the intersection, there is something He stopped her a bit, but couldn't.
Duncan opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on the glass window not far away again. Agatha's figure was no longer in the smooth window glass, only the phantom shadow of the street lamp not far away was quietly reflected.
"Reflection..." Duncan said softly, "Interesting..."
"Huh?" Shirley was still confused, "What? You already figured it out?"
"Perhaps." Duncan said noncommittally, then stepped to the glass window, raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.
A small cluster of flames danced around his fingertips, illuminating his figure.
He looked at the glass window, and saw that the flame in his hand was reflected on the window. The jumping light seemed to be alive, burning quietly in the mirrored world.
Shirley looked at Duncan's actions in puzzlement, and then saw the latter wave his hand lightly, dispersing the flames from his fingertips.
But a faint green light was still dancing in her field of vision.
Xue Li slowly opened her mouth wide, looking at the scene in front of her in astonishment: After Duncan dispersed the flame in his hand, the flame reflected in the glass window showed no signs of disappearing—the reflected flame was still in the air. It was burning quietly, as if it had its own independent existence, burning in the mirror!
"This...what's going on here?!" Shirley pointed to the flame in the glass window, and stammered at Duncan, "Why is the flame inside..."
"A mirrored frost," Duncan slowly turned his head, with a smile in his tone, "is gradually merging with the frost in the real world-a great ingenuity, I personally think this Full of creativity."
"Mirroring..." Shirley actually half understood, but she still repeated the word subconsciously, "You mean, there is also a Frost in the mirror? That 'gatekeeper' has gone into the world of mirrors ?”
"Not accurate, but you can understand it this way," Duncan said calmly, and turned his gaze back to the reflection of the flame still burning peacefully in the mirror, "There is a small crack here, but it's not enough."
"Not enough?" Shirley blinked.
"I need a more accurate positioning and a stronger connection," Duncan slowly stretched out his hand, his fingertips touching the phantom of flames in the mirror, "It's not enough to ignite the world opposite the mirror. But... ..."
He paused and retracted his fingers.
The flame phantom in the mirror suddenly shook, and then disappeared into the depths of the darkness, leaving only a faint green trace that seemed to spread towards the distance.
"It is enough to help Agatha."
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How many fakes made of "elements" have been eliminated? How many more "incarnations" of that blond young man were destroyed?
After exceeding four digits, Agatha was too lazy to count.
She only knew one thing that the heretic didn't lie to herself - she was indeed trapped in this weird world, and there was no hope of getting out of here in a short time.
The sky is dark and the clouds are chaotic. In this "Frost City-state" where there is no sun, the boundary between day and night has disappeared. It can only be judged by the subtle light changes between the clouds and the gas lights on the street. It should be night now. Advent.
Agatha walked through a narrow alley, calming down her own breath while hurrying along, repairing her physical and mental injuries.
Her black coat has been damaged in many places due to continuous battles, and the combat soft armor lined with it is also damaged a lot. The bandages and skin wrapped underneath can even be seen on the shoulders and sides, and there are some Stains of blood seeped out from inside.
In all fairness ~IndoMTL.com~ the enemy is not strong, even the "incarnation" used by the blond heretic, in the eyes of Agatha, the gatekeeper, is not very strong, and it only takes three or two minutes to solve it.
But they are endless.
The entire city-state is the "material" and "reserve force" for their regeneration, and ordinary fighting methods are meaningless here.
As Agatha walked through the alley, she was making quick calculations in her mind.
At the same time, she also recalled the weird and terrifying feeling a few minutes ago.
At that time, she was taking a short rest in a dark alley, when that terrifying aura suddenly appeared in her perception, that kind of coercion...even made her feel that her heart stopped beating in a few seconds .
At that time, she didn't have time to think about it, so she left the hiding place in a hurry, but when she looked back at this moment... the terrifying aura didn't seem like something from this weird fake city-state.
What the **** is that...?