Deep Sea Embers Chapter 393: The inside and outside of the mirror

Genius remembers the address of this site in a second: [Aibilou]https://Fastest update! No ads!

Agatha stopped suddenly.

At the end of the field of vision, something strange at the intersection of the alley interrupted her wild thoughts.

In that corner shrouded in darkness, lumps of disgusting black substances are surging, they seep from the nearby ground and wall surfaces, like sticky grease overflowing pipes, sticky Amidst the disgusting sound, the lumps of mud-like substance began to take on the shape of a human almost in the blink of an eye, and cast a hostile look at Agatha.

"It really lingers..."

Agatha couldn't help but let out a soft sigh, but she didn't hesitate at all in her physical movements—before the mud had time to completely condense, she had already raised her cane and pointed at the one closest to her.

Pale flames ignited out of thin air, swallowing the wriggling "element" in an instant, and the power of cremation directly turned it into fly ash. The next second, another gray whirlwind rolled up in the alley, ashes The wind howled through the humanoid fakes that were climbing up one by one, as if carrying a powerful force of devouring and weathering, turning them into dry and eroded dust.

However, there are still more and more mud substances seeping out from the nearby walls and ground, and more and more humanoid monsters appear at the intersection, blocking Agatha's actions.

The gray wind blew past, Agatha's figure condensed from the wind, her face was a little more tired, and after sensing a strange smell that suddenly appeared in the mud, her eyes became more dignified stand up.

She looked in the direction where the breath was coming from, and saw a "fake" made of elements that was wriggling and mutating rapidly. Within a few seconds, that thing turned into a man with short blond hair Smiling young man in white shirt and black waistcoat.

"Miss Gatekeeper, your physical strength is really good," the young man nodded slightly, with a very polite tone, "I wonder if you are enjoying yourself while exercising here?"

"If you want to use this attrition tactic to exhaust me to death here, you would be too naive," Agatha stared at another incarnation of the young man with cold eyes, calming down her breath, " Death is meaningless to me, I can still fight after death - the gatekeeper's soul never tires, and you will always be found by me one day."

"Of course, of course, it's not that easy to actually kill a Bartok saint," the young man laughed brightly, "I never thought about killing you, I just want to kill you." It is enough to keep you here as long as possible, these empty shells for you to kill are just entertainment, and they are entertainment for you when you are bored."

"The way you heretics treat guests is really unique," Agatha knew that the other party was using various methods

style delays herself, but at least at this moment, she doesn't mind saying a few more words to restore her physical strength, "I'm suddenly a little curious, is your body so leisurely now——I can feel that I'm Gradually approaching your hiding place, every time I destroy a monster controlled by you, I can feel your position more clearly... How many places do you have to hide?"

The smile on the blond young man's face finally froze for a moment, but only for a moment, he smiled happily again: "Ah, it seems that I have overlooked—— Bartok's watchdog has always Has a good sense of smell, how about we just make a bet?"

He holds up a hand, as if in an inviting gesture.

"It's a bet that you will find my body first, or that Frost will become the first earthly kingdom where the Holy Lord descends—the bet is your soul, and the lives of everyone in Frost..."

A pale flame exploded, and before the young man's voice fell, it suddenly swept across the position where he was standing. The counterfeit monsters rushed up immediately, trying to block the gray wind, but they disintegrated and shattered under the force of the death wind—in the blink of an eye, the gray wind hit the blond young man surrounded by pale flames , knocking him directly into a low wall across the street.

After a loud bang, the flames were blown away by the gust of wind, and Agatha's figure appeared from the gray wind. She held the cane flat with her right hand, and the front end of the cane directly pierced the blond young man's chest. He was nailed to the wall.

"Sorry, no gambling," Ah

Gasha stared into the other person's eyes, her eyes were calm, "The clergy prohibit gambling."

"Interesting..." The cultist who was nailed to the wall with a cane twitched the corner of his mouth, and said with dirty black mud overflowing from his mouth and nose. This body is dying quickly, but he seems to have no fear and pain, "I hope your calmness and confidence can last longer

Life passed away from the body, the body of the blond young man quickly disintegrated and melted, turning into a viscous black substance that flowed down, and quickly dried up in the process of falling to the ground. The counterfeit freaks also ceased their activities one after another, reverting to piles of lifeless "elements".

Agatha pulled out the cane from the wall, shook the dirty substance on the end of the cane with disgust, then raised her head calmly, and looked towards a certain direction in the upper city.

Another avatar was slain, and as the life passed, the bond formed between the gatekeeper and the heretic in the shadows strengthened.

It feels... closer.

"Comfort and self-confidence... I really believe in myself..."

Agatha was talking to herself, then took a few deep breaths, supported her body with a cane, and walked slowly towards the direction she perceived, and in a puddle behind her, a cluster of ghosts The green firelight is emerging from the reflection on the water surface, quietly illuminating the dark alley.

The puddles in the alleys, the windows of nearby buildings, the metal lampposts of street lamps in the distance...all the smooth mirrors reflect the small shadows of flames.

The lights in the silent cathedral were brightly lit, and the sound of canes and heels hitting the ground broke the tranquility of the meditation sanctuary. Next to the high platform of the "spiritual coffin".

Bishop Ivan's hoarse and old voice came from the coffin: "Agatha, you are back—how is the situation of the second waterway?"

"The first batch of talents have just arrived at the entrance of the West District. It will take a day just to clean the connection shaft and send the equipment down." Agatha shook her head and said with some helplessness, "You have to be patient, Bishop Ivan .”

"Oh..." The voice in the coffin was silent for a while, and then asked, "How is the situation at the entrance of the West District?"

Agatha: "..."

After a while, she sighed: "The underground facilities that have been abandoned for half a century. Blessing, there are 150 fully armed silent monks to dispel the darkness there. The good news is that we have successfully established the first stronghold at the crossroads under the shaft, and restarted several connecting passages. With sufficient electricity and lighting, the next exploration may be a little smoother than expected—if there are no more collapses and poisonous gas leaks."

"There is no sign of heresy?"

"Not for the time being," Agatha shook her head, "but the situation in the deeper part is still unclear—the scale of the second waterway is too large, and the collapsed areas are isolated from each other. We are only in the first part of one of the areas. Standing firm in one channel. But there is one situation that is more concerning..."

There was a rustling sound of cloth rubbing against the coffin, and then the dark coffin lid was pushed away from the inside, and the mummy-like Bishop Ivan sat up from inside.

"An interesting situation?" The mummy" made a low noise, "What happened?"

"At the end of some ancient pipelines, we found traces of repairs and transformations, as well as some suspicious branch pipelines, which extend into the dark depths," Agatha said with a frown. The original blueprint, confirming that those pipes are not on the blueprint of that year."

Bishop Ivan was silent for a while, then asked, "...what do you think?"

"It looks like someone continued to maintain ~IndoMTL.com~ after the second waterway was abandoned and modified them to some extent," Agatha said of her thoughts, "this This maintenance is not continuous, so many areas remain abandoned after years of maintenance, but deeper down in the sewers, there may be things that still function."

Bishop Ivan listened quietly, after a long time

, he opened his mouth slowly: "The second waterway... that is a huge underground kingdom, enough to hold countless secrets, even if you fill in all the guardian troops, it can't fill all its corridors and intersections , so don’t pay too much attention to those irrelevant traces of transformation—concentrate on searching for those heresies, and leave other things to the people in the city hall to worry about.”

Agatha glanced at Bishop Ivan, then nodded thoughtfully.

Bishop Ivan noticed the exhaustion in the gatekeeper's expression: "You don't seem to have a good rest. This level of exploration should not make you so tired. Are you in a bad state? You just came in like I have a lot on my mind."

Agatha opened her mouth, hesitated for a few seconds before speaking: "I'm a little... restless."