After some serious thinking, Duncan decided not to reveal his identity for the time being. After all, he now knows the details behind the glorious record of the Lost Homelander.
Half a century ago, “he” dried up the largest belief gathering place of the Church of Death, and it was dragged directly into the subspace in the most terrifying way.
In terms of conversion, it is about the same as bombing Prand in front of Ge Mona, and the ashes are blown up.
He thought that if he said the words “Captain Duncan” at this time, the group of people outside the coffin might not come up to martyrdom on the spot shouting slogans-it would be too late for him to say anything.
After all, he has seen the ruthlessness of loyal believers before. Back then, Fan Na didn’t have any deep hatred with him and could meet and jump at each other. A century of blood feud…
However, Duncan’s embarrassing avoidance fell on the ears of Agatha and the old guard, but it had another meaning.
The young gatekeeper and the old cemetery guard exchanged subconscious glances.
“It’s some kind of protection,” the former whispered, “the name of the supernatural has power.”
The latter nodded slightly: “Friendliness exists, at least for now.”
Then Agatha regained her composure, her eyes fell on the coffin again, and at the same time she had subconscious doubts: Why does this visitor always choose to use the dead as a “medium” to contact the real world? Does this mean…the other party is an existence with power in the realm of death?
But just now, in the state of walking in the spirit world, he suddenly felt something strange.
“Shadow?” The gatekeeper frowned, and then thought of the riots in the cemetery before, and immediately reacted, “You mean these oblivion cultists? Their activities…”
“You said… what?” The gatekeeper’s calm expression finally got a little out of control for the first time. This was not included in a lot of plans he had conceived before. Sprawl below the city… what does this mean?”
However, despite the doubts in his heart, the gatekeeper did not show it, but asked in a calm and decent voice: “What is your purpose?”
One of the larger wreckages broke away from the surrounding debris like a canoe, and on this wreckage, a burly body that was almost invisible suddenly twitched twice.
Leaping directly from the Annihilation Cultist to the Youshen Holy Master behind them… The severity of this matter is not at the same level at all!
This body was wrapped in a broken military uniform, and there were shocking marks left by the scorching flames all over the body. The hair on its head had been burned off, and its entire face was beyond recognition. It was broken by some kind of huge impact, and its legs were twisted and deformed, and their skin was torn.
The young gatekeeper didn’t think of too many things for a while, but the old guard who had personally experienced a certain era thought of something instantly.
He knew that his nervous system might have collapsed, all internal organs were rapidly failing, and the last adrenaline was trying his best to keep his brain functioning. He didn’t survive—he just didn’t die yet.
The old guard said slowly and softly, “You’d better go now.”
This is a shocking injury, but this body…is still alive.
And when the two of them fell into astonishment in the cemetery, Duncan returned to that dark and chaotic strange space.
Because of the chaotic pain spreading all over the body, the organs in the chest cavity seemed to be torn to pieces by a rusty saw, but all these sensations were mixed together in a strange numbness, which made him almost unable to distinguish Where in the body each sensation comes from—it’s not even possible to tell if one’s own limb is still connected to one’s own torso.
Duncan leaned over and stared at the “star”.
He stopped in the middle of speaking.
He could barely see the wreckage floating on the sea in the distance, and he could also judge from this that the Haiyan was completely destroyed, and the main structure of the ship should have sunk into the sea at this time.
But as the **** of death
High-level priest, he has never heard of such an existence in the realm of death-one incarnation and one face-to-face can drive a cemetery guard at the level of a veteran of many battles into temporary madness. It is impossible that there are no traces in all the classics.
Under the cold light of the creation of the world, a tall young woman wearing a blue coat and holding a cane appeared at the edge of the floating wreck at some point.
“They are not yet shadows, the real shadows are behind you,” Duncan said unhurriedly. He knew that the young male voice inside represented the church power at the upper level of Frost City-State. Guidance is actually an effective warning to the Frost authorities, and he has already prepared a whole set of report content for this, “Haven’t you noticed? The power of the Lord of the Deep is spreading under your city…”
But almost no blood flowed from these wounds—the high temperature during the explosion had scorched all the wounds.
While they were talking in low voices, Duncan’s voice suddenly came from the dark coffin: “Then, my warning has been conveyed, so I won’t stay any longer.”
Perhaps, it was because the captain’s cabin was extraordinarily strong, which slightly withstood the impact of the explosion. Perhaps, it was because he failed to save the eighty-one normal crew members who might have been on board, that he had to suffer at this time. Punish yourself for your mistakes.
It doesn’t seem to be a big surprise that a high-level being who obviously has a very high personality knows some secrets in the mortal world.
The gatekeeper opened his eyes slightly, and his eyes moved several times between the old guard and the coffin, then suddenly stopped, and slowly whispered to the old man beside him: “I have to warn the city hall…
…There may be an accident on Dagger Island. “
“Passing by, and then found that this city-state is being wrapped in shadows,” Duncan said casually, “The shadows make him unhappy.”
He has no time to think about whether these wreckages that sank into the sea will cause other unforeseen consequences—he has done his duty and tried his best to fulfill the oath of loyalty, and the rest is beyond his ability.
On the hot sea that has not been completely covered by night, a few pieces of wreckage that have not been swallowed by the vortex are undulating in the waves, drifting towards the north of the Frost City-State driven by the current.
“I still have something to do,” said the voice from the coffin, which seemed to be in a hurry, “If there is a chance, I will visit again.”
He was a little surprised—in such a big explosion, he didn’t die on the spot, but was left with such a breath, and he could recall some life when he was dying.
The gatekeeper was taken aback, and subconsciously said, “Are you leaving?”
A dark chain extended from the tall woman’s occipital bone, floating in the air amidst the smoke and dust, while a strange creature that seemed to be formed from the smoke and looked like a jellyfish floated quietly at the end of the chain.
Its light is rapidly becoming brighter, which seems to indicate that a living life is rapidly passing away, but at the edge of the constant dim light, something is quietly approaching and trying to entangle that starlight.
The dense stars representing the frosty beings flickered in nothingness, and the flickering of one of the stars was showing abnormal fluctuations, releasing breath.
After thinking for a while, Duncan stretched out his hand to the starlight.
“I’d like to give you a suggestion, you might as well expand the scope of the investigation,” Duncan didn’t answer the gatekeeper’s question, but continued, “The Annihilation Cultists operating in the city are just a small wave before the big wave comes, Something much bigger lurks beneath the surface – take a look at the deep, look at some ancient, mostly forgotten deep dive program, look at something that has recently surfaced from the deep, all of these things are connected .”
He left in a bit of a hurry—in the original plan, he planned to stay in this cemetery for a while, and even considered getting out of this coffin to talk to the cemetery guards. and the gatekeeper for a formal meeting.
However, the first one to receive him was not the messenger of death.
The visitor left, even a little suddenly, the gatekeeper and the old guard were stunned for a while, they didn’t think about it
To the fact that the mysterious “visitor” came tonight just to say a few words, just to convey a warning-such a sudden visit and sudden departure seemed even more elusive in their eyes.
Memories are emerging from my mind little by little~IndoMTL.com~I still remember what happened on Dagger Island, and I also remember when I found something strange on the ship and activated the “Procedure No. 77”.
In the boundless darkness but filled with starlight, he raised his head and his eyes fell on the sea.
Berazov tried to open his eyes, he tried several times, felt as if he had torn a certain part of his eyelids, and finally saw a dim light.
But none of that matters anymore.
As the voice fell, there was no movement in the coffin.
Belazov exhaled quickly, and in the feeling of tearing his chest, he calmly waited for the door of Bartok, the **** of death, to open to him.
The gatekeeper and the old guard looked at each other.
“You mean… the Abyss Project?” The old man blurted out, and when he mentioned the word “Abyss Project”, his voice obviously hesitated for a while, “Why do you know… ·”