Deep Sea Embers Chapter 404: staggered
In the damp and cold Second Waterway Corridor, the gatekeeper is walking towards a darker depth.
The black clothes representing the defenders of the city-state have long been tattered, and the combat cane made with special technology has been scarred. Pain and fatigue seem to have become some kind of distant illusions. What comes from the ears is only the echo of the hollow deep in the ground. echo.
The blood seems to be running out, but the heart is still beating. Death is so imminent. I can feel the coldness of the world of the dead when I breathe. In this dark and lonely corridor, there are no comrades in arms. It has been a long time since I saw the enemy.
But there are still things accompanying Agatha. At the end of this journey to death, there is a cluster of flames that are not very bright, but slightly warm.
Agatha put her left hand on her chest, carefully protecting the cluster of "fire seeds" that danced out of thin air. The faint green of the flames illuminated her chin, and also illuminated a short section of the surrounding corridors. She felt, and even enjoyed the warmth brought by this little bit of fire—because she could feel that the road ahead was getting colder and colder.
Or, it was her own body that was cold.
"I have crossed the intersection in the upper city, and I am approaching the branch corridor around the Boiling Gold Mine..." Agatha said softly to the flame. A nameplate, a mottled old nameplate, contains the urban streets corresponding to the sewers—this can help her determine her current location, "There are almost no enemies on this road, but the road is getting more and more difficult to walk. There is a kind of ·…The suffocating cold is slowing down my steps.”
A majestic and deep voice sounded directly from the bottom of her heart: "Perhaps, those cultists have given up using minions to delay your steps...they are focusing on the last moment."
"How's the situation outside?"
"There was a heavy fog, and the fog enveloped the entire city-state. The city-state guards were maintaining order and urging residents to go home. At some intersections, guard squads could already be seen—they were carrying lanterns for night watch, because the thick fog was blocking the sun. power," said the majestic voice in Agatha's heart, "around the city-state, the sea is also covered with fog, and the coverage may extend to hundreds of nautical miles."
"...those heretics have taken action," Agatha said softly, "maybe my actions stimulated them and made them act earlier..."
"You don't seem to be doing well."
"I may be hurt a little bit," Agatha continued to walk forward, she felt her breathing was a little heavy, but her mind was clearer than ever before, "but don't worry about me, I've done it Get ready to die—I'll send your spark to their lair, no matter what."
"I would rather watch you complete this mission alive, Agatha——although you are the messenger of the God of Death, there is no need to rush to report to Bartok. By the way, I Suddenly I was a little curious, for you priests of the **** of death, 'Death... is it a demotion or a promotion?」
Agatha froze for a moment, and twitched the corners of her mouth: "Your sense of humor really surprised me——sorry, I really can't answer this question, I'm afraid the priests of death throughout the ages have never thought about this matter, If there is a chance in the future... I will think about it carefully.
"Well, I wish you the answer."
The voice in her head fell silent for a while, and Agatha breathed a sigh of relief—I don't know if it was an illusion, but she suddenly felt that her breathing was not as hard and tired as before, and even her steps became a little easier.
She glanced at the fire held in her left hand, carefully protected it, and walked across another intersection.
Water overflowed from a nearby drainage channel, forming a small pool of water on the ground. The water is as calm as a mirror, and the dark dome of the waterway is reflected in it.
Agatha walked through the stagnant water, and the calm surface of the water rippled layer upon layer—in the suddenly shattered reflection, there was a figure in a black windbreaker, with ritual bandages wrapped around his body, and a tin cane in his hand .
The figure walked towards the direction Agatha had come from, and for a brief moment, they passed by.
Agatha stopped suddenly, and looked at herself with some doubts
, she saw a small pool of water there, and there were still layers of ripples on the surface of the disturbed water.
In the turbulent and broken water, the reflection of that moment just now could no longer be seen, but Agatha always felt as if she saw something just now.
It was a figure, resembling her own, but not quite like it—the figure was dressed in tattered black clothes, covered with scars, it looked as if it had experienced one battle after another, and it walked The direction is the depth of the second waterway.
That's exactly where I just left.
Probably because I stopped suddenly, the voice of my subordinates came from behind: "The gatekeeper? What happened?"
"That piece of stagnant water..." Agatha turned her head and pointed not far away, "Was it there just now? Did you see any strange sight inside?"
"Accumulated water?" The subordinate looked back, with a puzzled expression, "It was there just now...but I didn't see anything strange."
Agatha didn't speak, but fell silent suddenly, staring at the still shaking water surface for a long time, and after a long time, a trace of solemnity and thought gradually appeared in her eyes.
"Did you see something?" The subordinate couldn't help feeling a little worried.
Agatha was silent for a while before shaking her head lightly: "Don't worry, everything is fine, everything...is fine."
The subordinates were obviously still a little puzzled, but facing the dignified look of his superiors, he restrained his excessive curiosity and changed the subject in time: "What did you find on the other side of that door just now? His expression is always serious..."
The chaotic thoughts in her heart quickly gathered up. Agatha raised her head and looked in the direction she came from just now - the gate leading to the abandoned mine road had disappeared on the other side of the intersection, but she still remembered clearly I found it in that dark mine.
She didn't explore that mine for too long, but returned to the second waterway by the same route after confirming her discovery, and hurriedly led the team on the way back to the stronghold—out of necessary caution , She has not disclosed to her subordinates what she found behind that door.
Even now, she doesn't know how to explain that too horrifying and bizarre... "guess" to the black-clothed guards in front of her.
After a short hesitation, she turned around and continued walking towards the stronghold.
After walking for a while, she suddenly said softly as if she was talking to herself: "Frost...how does she survive?"
"What do you use to survive?" The subordinate was slightly stunned, unable to react for a while, and hesitated to speak after a few seconds, "You mean...the source of the city-state's economy? Boiling gold business? "
"Boiling gold is the blood of frost, and the mine is the heart of the city-state..." Agatha whispered to herself, speaking words that confused the black-clothed guards, "It seems that none of us I thought, this heart will stop beating..."
Another black-clothed guard couldn't help but stepped forward, with a trace of nervousness on his face: "You..."
Agatha lightly raised her hand and interrupted her subordinates.
"Don't think about it so much, everything is still uncertain. I did see something on the other side of that door, but whether I can disclose it to you, I still need to discuss it with the archbishop."
She has calmed down from the previous restlessness.
Maybe I'm too nervous, it's just an exhausted abandoned mine~IndoMTL.com~ And for an ancient mine that has been mined for many years, it is not surprising that one or two mines have dried up, the city-state The council's subsequent decision to lock down is likely to be due to something else - some kind of pollution that used to exist but has now receded is the likeliest scenario.
Jumping to conclusions is a big no-no in research.
Agatha shook her head, but the moment she saw in the stagnant water just now appeared in her mind.
The one who walks against oneself in the reflection, the **** one..."self".
Agatha closed her eyes slightly, and the knuckles holding the cane were a little white from the force, but after a while, she opened her eyes again and looked forward, the expression on her face had returned to calm.
I still have a lot to do.
In silence, Agatha led the guardian team back to the stronghold at the underground crossroads. As soon as she arrived here, she noticed that the surrounding atmosphere seemed a little strange.
A slightly tense atmosphere enveloped the stronghold. A priest who seemed to have just come down from the shaft was nervously talking to the person in charge of the defense of the stronghold. Called back, it appears to be preparing to take the elevator back to the surface.
Agatha stepped forward quickly, and before she could ask, the black-clothed guard commander in charge of the stronghold here has already said quickly: "Your Excellency Gatekeeper, something is wrong on the surface."
Agatha frowned: "What's the situation?"
"Fog, a very large and strange dense fog, covered the entire city-state and the surrounding sea area, and the sky could not even see the sun," the commander quickly reported, "There are also evil things appearing in the library and archives , although it was suppressed in time by the scholars on duty, panic and chaos are spreading in the city-the archbishop sent someone down, please go back immediately!"