Deep Sea Embers Chapter 437: Destroyed everywhere

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That piece of bright starlight was opening to himself and walking towards him—he was sitting on the sofa before, but when he took steps towards this side, Agatha felt as if she was staring at a A giant that is difficult to describe in words. In a short moment, she even lost the ability to judge the size and proportion. The disordered perception made her unable to understand the size of this house, and the giant that the starlight gathered... almost Let her soul feel suffocated.

But it was just a short illusion. The next moment, Agatha woke up from the astonishment. She realized that her sanity was not affected by any existence in this room, as if... she had naturally integrated here.

"I..." She collected herself and stared at the giant made of starlight in front of her. She knew that she was continuously watching the "reality" of this indescribable person. Under normal circumstances, this behavior was no different from suicide. But after confirming that she is really not affected by it now, she became bolder, "I didn't expect that you are still here, just to try your luck..."

"Where do you think I will go? Just walk away when there is a lot of mess here? Like the protagonists in the picture books who complete the task?" Duncan laughed, turning his body to gesture for Agatha He said as he entered the room, and then he paused, then looked at Alice next to him calmly, and added, "I mean those picture books with normal content."

Agatha was a little stunned, she felt that she seemed to be unable to keep up with the thinking of this great being, but soon she convinced herself with the reason that "it is normal for mortals not to understand the thoughts of the ancient gods", and walked towards go inside.

Duncan suddenly stopped and glanced at Agatha's hand.

"...can you put Shirley down first?" He said in a strange tone, "Shirley and you too—how can you enjoy it instead?"

"Ah, I'm sorry!" Agatha reacted suddenly, and quickly put the thin girl she was carrying on the ground, but the moment she put it down, her expression suddenly changed.

The situation was chaotic at the door just now, and she didn't pay attention to Shirley. At this moment, she suddenly noticed the abnormality on the latter—the limbs mutated by the symbiosis of the deep demon, extending from the body, The hidden chain, and the dark hound that was hiding in the shadows and looking outside.

"Youxu..." Agatha subconsciously opened her mouth, and her muscles tensed instantly.

But before she could take any action, Duncan's voice sounded from the side: "Relax, it's just a harmless hound. I sometimes need a hound to help me find things."

"Harmless... a hound?" Agatha said with a strange expression, but her eyes subconsciously swept around.

Those figures came into view again—those who looked like those chosen by the gods, those who seemed to be blessed by the subspace, those who seemed to be inhabited by the power of the sun, and those who could not even see through the empty shells of their souls...

Her eyes fell on the girl named Shirley again.

The Deep Hound realized that he had been spotted, and was crouching in the shadows with his neck curled up, looking pitiful.

Agatha fell silent.

The ancient **** and his followers gathered here—indeed, any deep demon could be regarded as harmless to humans and animals here.

"Don't worry, Shirley is not an Annihilation Cultist," Duncan explained patiently when Agatha fell silent, "She and Agou met for other reasons, and they are now acting according to my orders , will not endanger the city-state.”

Speaking, he pointed to the chair not far away: "Sit down, you should have a lot to say."

Agatha walked over slowly, while Duncan watched her actions—she found the position of the chair very accurately, but she obviously hesitated and groped when she sat down.

"You seem to need some time to adapt to your current state," Duncan said, "Is there any problem?"

This mysterious existence always seemed so kind and peaceful, but Agatha moved her body uncomfortably: "...I'm really not used to the way I perceive the world now, but there is nothing to worry about with this body. In fact, the changes that have happened to me have many benefits, I can now see many things that I could not observe before, but... I need to adapt.”

"Sorry," Duncan said in a serious tone, "I didn't expect such a change—in fact, you didn't have to take such an extreme method of self-sacrifice."

"But this is the most efficient way," Agatha shook her head gently, "There is nothing more suitable as a carrier of your powerful power than a gatekeeper."

Duncan didn't say anything more, and then he focused on the other party's special attire at the moment.

"You are very different from the last time we met," he said casually, "It looks...you are more like a priest now than before."

"I am acting as the archbishop temporarily," Agatha nodded lightly, "Bishop Ivan is gone, and now the battle in the city is over, there is more need here than a heavily armed gatekeeper Someone leads the church to appease the souls of the dead and the minds of the living."

"Bishop Ivan..." Duncan's tone was somewhat solemn, and after a short silence, he sighed softly, "I haven't seen him, but at that time, I sensed the protection that descended on the city-state... ...Although it was short-lived, his efforts did weaken the link between the mirror image and reality for a short time, without him, many more people would die.”

"May he enjoy peace in Bartok's kingdom," Agatha said softly, "He...has sustained himself for many years, and now he can finally rest for a long time."

"He will—although I don't know what is going on in Bartok's domain, but as a righteous god, he must treat those noble souls fairly," Duncan said casually, and then continued Turn around, "Now, tell me about the situation in the city-state."

Agatha nodded slightly.

She knew that, as the gatekeeper of the Church of Death and one of the only people in the city-state who could preside over the situation, she should not casually reveal Frost's current embarrassment to others, and she should not casually report to the unknown , the existence of suspected ancient gods, and established more exchanges, but after witnessing the huge figure standing in the sea outside the city-state, and after performing the "self-sacrifice", she knew that whether it was Frost or herself, they had all died. Inevitably, an inseparable connection has been established with this mysterious existence.

Now this existence is obviously still interested in continuing to pay attention to this battered city-state, so she has no way to avoid this matter.

If you have committed a sin with your choices today, let the church and the Lord judge you.

"Frost's current situation...is very bad," she said in a low voice, "As you know, we just lost Archbishop Ivan, and the priests and defenders of the church are also in the process of defending the city-state However, the city is now filled with fear and tension, as well as various negative effects brought about by casualties—if these cannot be dealt with in time, then secondary disasters are likely to appear, and terrible things will emerge from Breeding in people's hearts, with the church understaffed, 'fear' itself will snowball across the city-state.

"In fact, the sunset a few hours later is likely to be the beginning of the test - in the previous mirror image invasion, the frost had not been illuminated by the sun for a long time, which greatly weakened the city-state's ability to resist the extraordinary power protection, the next first night, no one knows what will happen.

"On the other hand, the situation of the city hall is actually worse than that of the church - in addition to the battle damage suffered by the city guard and the sheriff's force, the most serious thing is..."

Agatha obviously hesitated when she said this, but after a few seconds of tangling, she still told the situation - after all, it is impossible to hide the disappearance of the Consul from anyone.

"The most serious thing is that the consul is missing."

Duncan raised his eyebrows: "Missing?"

"He disappeared in the Boiling Gold Mine, and I..." Agatha was a little stuck, as if trying to organize her words, and continued after a few seconds with a complicated expression, "The other me, who once led a team to investigate the ruling According to the report of the exploration team that returned to the cathedral, both 'I' and Consul Winston entered an abnormal area blocked by a stone wall and did not return..."

Her tone was low with hesitation, obviously when mentioning "another self", her mood was not as calm as she showed.

But Duncan can almost imagine how tangled, chaotic and contradictory it was when Agatha returned to the cathedral to understand the actions of the "other self" with the other priests in the past few days.

He stared at Agatha calmly: "You can put it bluntly - the consul of Frost City is dead~IndoMTL.com~ You have already judged this, right?"

"Yes," Agatha finally stopped hesitating and said frankly, "Although there is no evidence, I do 'know' that he is dead, in a strange and dark space, probably even the corpse I can't find it anymore."

"You 'know'," Duncan emphasized the word "know", and then adjusted his sitting posture on the chair, "It seems that you will go to the Boiling Gold Mine again later."

"There...is the place where 'she' disappeared for the last time," Agatha nodded lightly, "When she disappeared for the last time, I felt something indescribable, as if I could feel it Her thinking, I think...she seems to have a lot to tell me, but she has no time..."

Agatha stopped, and continued: "And... the members of the exploration team who returned from the mine also mentioned something to me, which was told to them by the 'other me' when leading the team to explore the mine Yes, this incident disturbs me even more..."

(End of this chapter)