Deep Sea Embers Chapter 399: “Connection”

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When the first deformed monster rushed forward with a roar, Agatha just turned her body slightly, and tapped the limb of the monster with her cane at the moment when it intersected with the enemy, making it die in the "cremation" It burned instantly, and then she raised her cane and pointed forward before the pale flame fell to the ground, drawing a dazzling white line from the flame, causing it to fall into the intersection ahead, burning those ugly monsters like spreading fire.

She is trying to avoid exercising her body to reduce the effects of fatigue and pain. At the same time, she is trying to avoid contact with those monsters to reduce mental exhaustion-because she doesn't know how many monsters are ahead of her that can't be killed. Waiting for herself, she had to save her energy.

She is not against death, she knows that her body can still fight after death, until it turns into ashes, and the ashes will also float in this cursed place, continuously purifying those disgusting monsters-she never Fearing all this, but before embracing death, she still wants to investigate the truth here and stop the actions of those heretics as much as possible.

The attacks on her became more and more frequent along the way, and the actions of those freaks became more and more restless. The lair of heresy.

More black mud oozes from the nearby walls and vaults. Every hole and every brick joint here is a hotbed for the birth of those deformed things. Due to the terrain, these "fakes" The way of appearance began to become more weird and difficult.

A slight hissing sound came from the side and rear, and Agatha felt a warning in her heart. She felt her body was sluggish due to exhaustion, so she could only barely turn her body around at the critical moment, and turned around with the cane in her hand to block—— Accompanied by a sharp stabbing pain from her shoulder, she saw a dazzling spark burst out from the middle of the cane, and a figure in black with a guardian's cane in his hand was blown away.

The figure landed on the ground, and crawled up again like some disgusting mollusk. It raised its head, and under the black top hat was a face that seemed to melt and slowly flow and deform. In his face, some familiar outlines can be vaguely discerned.

The next second, the flowing face condensed and turned into a young man with a well-defined face - he looked up at Agatha with a confused look on his face: "Captain? Why are you here?"

Agatha's fingers holding the cane turned slightly white, and her eyes froze for a second.

Almost at the same time, she heard a voice—from nowhere, as if the whole sewer was resonating, the voice whispered to her: "Ah, you recognize him—when you When you were not the gatekeeper, your loyal vice-captain covered your retreat from the darkness...you left him there...how about taking him back?"

Agatha didn't respond, she just stepped forward in silence, and after three steps, it turned into a gust of gray wind, and then that gust of wind suddenly stopped and condensed in front of the young "guardian", when her figure reappeared , the tin cane in her hand had penetrated deeply into the chest of the black-clothed guardian.

The young black-clothed guard looked at this scene in astonishment, as if he couldn't believe that he would die at the hands of his deeply trusted "captain", but suddenly, he seemed to understand something, and whispered softly in his throat: " So it's over..."

"Sorry, it will be over soon," Agatha said softly.

The young black-clothed guard slowly lowered his head and smiled: "Captain, you have finally mastered the power of Ash Wind..."

"Yes, I have practiced for a long time." Agatha said softly, pale flames rose before her eyes, and the body of the "guard in black" melted and disintegrated in the "cremation", turning into a cloud of black dust .

"Determinant and ruthless, it is in line with your status as a disciple of the Holy Death."

The disgusting voice echoed again, and Agatha turned around, only to see more deformed monsters taking shape, and "fakes" coming towards her from all directions - the owner of the voice was obviously Don't talk about chivalry, even when he is "attacking the heart", he is constantly directing these minions to attack him.

The sound of flames bursting, the sound of the cane hitting back, and the sound of piercing the air echoed in the underground corridor. While resisting the attack of the deformed thing, Agatha said in a deep voice: "These little handles

Playing can only irritate me, but it can't delay my steps - on the contrary, anger can only make me find your hiding place faster, what good does this do for you? "

"...It's true, you are angry, and you look more fierce than before, but it doesn't matter - proper mood swings are also necessary, Miss Gatekeeper."

The voices echoing in the corridor seemed to be fading away, but Agatha's heart moved—is it necessary to have appropriate mood swings? What does it mean?

However, no one here can answer her questions. The owner of that voice has only one purpose, which is to use cannon fodder to continuously weaken her physical strength and delay her steps. Now that he has left, the only thing left here is Another batch of monsters that just "infiltrated" from the surrounding walls.

Agatha's eyes were fixed, and she faced her enemy again.

"Our warriors are at war with the enemy!

A green flame suddenly pierced the darkness in the second waterway, and the figure of Ay the pigeon rushed out of the flames, and "smashed" directly on Duncan's shoulder, flapping his wings vigorously and screaming loudly.

The sudden appearance of the silly bird and its high-pitched cry startled Duncan so much that it nearly knocked Alice's head off.

Duncan, who had been searching for a long time in this dry and empty underground corridor, suddenly stared and turned to look at the flaming pigeon spirit on his shoulder: "What's your name?"

Ai tilted his head, looked directly at Duncan with his small eyes, and nodded with a serious expression: "Our explorer is under attack! Our explorer is under attack! The situation is too bad for us... ·…Our warriors are engaged with the enemy!"

Alice held her head and leaned over: "Captain, did Ai have a bad stomach?"

Aiyi turned his head and stared at the doll, stretched out his neck and pecked the latter's head twice, and after making a "dong dong" sound, he yelled loudly: "Is it like a word? Is it like a word... ·"

Alice screamed when she was pecked, and ran with her head in her arms.

But Duncan didn't pay attention to the movement around him. After hearing Ai's yelling for the second time, his face became serious, and then he looked in a certain direction thoughtfully.

"Be quiet, both of you." After a few seconds, he suddenly broke the silence and looked towards the intersection on the other side of the corridor with a very solemn expression, "Ai may have noticed something."

Alice calmed down in an instant, and looked in the direction where Duncan was looking.

"It's the imprint I left...it's the 'gatekeeper,'" Duncan's voice sounded, and he had already stepped forward, "She's around here."

Alice looked in that direction, and then suddenly opened her eyes wide.

"Ah, wired!"

Miss Puppet let out a short exclamation, and then ran over quickly—she was even faster than Duncan, like an impatient child trying to catch a balloon that was about to fly away. Xiao ran to the vicinity of the intersection, and then jumped up to catch some invisible things in the air.

Duncan only saw Alice running over, jumping ahead to grab something in the air, and then, he seemed to vaguely see something really appeared in Alice's hand.

Some white, almost transparent, lightly refracted... threads of ambient light in the air.

He walked over quickly, and Alice turned her head, with a happy and bright smile on her face.

"I caught..."

Miss Doll's happy smile only lasted for a moment, and the next second, the faint thread in her hand suddenly began to shatter and break, and quickly dissipated into the air like accelerated weathering.

"Ah!" Alice exclaimed, "The line is broken!"

But before she could finish her exclamation, a tall and burly figure walked quickly from the side. Duncan stretched out his hand towards the broken and weathered "thread", and a piece of thread that was about to completely dissipate fell into his hands.

In an instant, the line was dyed with a layer of green fire.

Duncan turned his head slowly, he looked into Alice's eyes, and Alice's widened eyes reflected a cluster of jumping green.

"I caught ~IndoMTL.com~" said Duncan softly.

One deformed monster was turned into ashes in the pale flames, and the head of the other deformed monster was crushed by the stick, and he collapsed like ooze. Agatha turned her body, and the fighting stick in her hand pierced the air, Slams hard at the last enemy still standing at the intersection.

After that, her movements stopped suddenly.

It was completely instinctive, and before she had time to think, the huge sense of fear and awe had directly shocked her entire mind, and she even felt that her muscles and bones gave out ear-piercing and terrifying creaks at that moment. A sound, a powerful force from spiritual intuition—maybe even a direct warning from Bartok, the **** of death, suddenly stopped her movements.

She saw her cane come to a stop, within millimeters of the last "fake" head that had just emerged from the mud.

She stared wide-eyed, watching the human-shaped figure made of flowing mud slowly raise its head, a pair of eyes gradually condensed on its head, a dark green flame was burning on the surface of the body, and a low-pitched Voices crackled in the flames.

"Agatha, do you need help?