MTL - Deep Sea Embers-Chapter 39 Captain steps on the ground

When the pigeon said this, the content and tone were as funny as always, humorous, and stupid.

But now it is an undead bird with ghostly flames burning all over its body. Its translucent flesh is filled with bones and tendons flowing with flames. Its cry is mixed with a crackling sound, such as when the door of the underworld is opened. The ghosts who came out screamed.

Facts have proved that many times there is not such a big distance between the evil door and the harmonious door.

The fire of the spirit body around Duncan was still burning, and he watched the three cultists disappear in front of his eyes, but he was not sure the principle behind this process.

He only knew that this was the ability of "Ai Yin".

After a few seconds, after confirming that the three cultists really couldn't come back, he turned his head slightly and asked the pigeon on his shoulder: "...Where did you get them?"

Ai Yin flapped his wings and used his mouth to comb his feathers, which had become translucent. After a while, he suddenly said: "Return to the shadows!"

Duncan frowned, he had begun to learn to understand the true meaning of Ai Yin's words: "...you mean, you banished them to some kind of...parallel space? Or turned them into some kind of... Untouchable state?"

The pigeon looked up and looked at Duncan erratically: "Cuckoo!"

It is now pretending to be a real pigeon again.

But Duncan believed that he had learned the truth. He pressed Ai Yin's head with his finger, and then looked around the dimly lit "sanctuary" again.

In the swaying light and shadow of the oil lamp, everything in the small room is clear at a glance. The sun **** believers who once hid here have completely disappeared from this world, and now standing here, only one occupied the body of a cultist and descended here. the ghost captain, and his pigeons.

But in the dark, Duncan had a feeling - he seemed to feel that the three cultists were still here, right beside him, trapped in this room, somewhere that could not be detected and reached by any means. dimensional gaps.

He could even "feel" those cultists shouting and struggling in vain, feeling the desperation that they wanted to reconnect with the real world, but were permanently shielded from reality by an invisible barrier.

This feeling pervaded invisibly, until at a certain moment, Duncan saw the evidence: in a certain shaking of the oil lamp on the table, in a certain interplay of light and shadow, he suddenly saw a trace on the nearby wall, It looked as if it had been left by the slashing of the dagger - but when he looked at it again, the flame of the oil lamp shook again, and the traces on the wall disappeared without a trace.

That was the last contact of the three Sun believers with the real world.

Duncan exhaled softly and turned away from the room with the dove.

Outside the abandoned lounge, there is a corridor that is much narrower than the sewer corridor seen before. The deep and long corridor extends to both sides, one end of which leads to a fork, and the other end is connected to a ramp that slopes upwards.

Even in the abandoned area, the city's managers obviously maintained the most basic maintenance of these underground facilities - at least, the gas lamps on both sides of the corridor were still on.

Duncan briefly judged the direction of the corridor, and then sorted out the route to the surface according to the remaining memory fragments in his mind, and quickly walked towards the **** that sloped upwards.

He walked faster and faster.

A fresh air appeared, and the cool wind blew Duncan's hair head-on. He heard some distant sounds from the lake. It seemed to be the roar of some factory facilities on the surface of the earth running all night, and there were more distant sounds. The sound of the waves came... it was the sound of breaking waves crashing against the coastal reefs in the evening.

Duncan almost trotted.

The pigeon Ai Yin, who had recovered from the flames of the spirit body, flapped his wings on his shoulders and made a happy voice: "The times are calling! The times are calling!"

Duncan stopped suddenly, and he stared into the eyes of the pigeon: "Don't talk casually outside - normal pigeons can't talk."

Ai Yin thought for a while, then flapped his wings vigorously: "Aye!"

Duncan was taken aback because the pigeon had responded right to him once, and didn't know if it was a coincidence or something - but he soon stopped thinking about it.

He wants to prepare for the world.

The black robe on the body is definitely not to be worn out. In the memory of "devouring", this suspicious robe is only used in the secret ritual occasions of the sun **** believers, and it is placed on the city streets on the surface. This clothing belongs to the appearance. They had to be beaten by seven or eight security guards tied to a tree.

A very strict curfew is enforced in the city-state of Perland, and it seems to be a very dangerous thing to wander back at night. Ordinary people who want to go out at night must hold a pass and report in advance - this cult who is possessed by himself obviously does not have these. Legal procedures, so to move in the city you must avoid those who watch the night.

The people who are responsible for maintaining order in the city at night are called "Guardians". They seem to be the armed forces of the Deep Sea Church. In the memory of the devouring, the original owner of this body has deep fear and hostility towards those armed priests. ...

Duncan quickly sorted out the memory fragments in his mind. Since they were memories inherited from a corpse, most of these fragments were messy and fuzzy. He could not piece together the complete life trajectory of a "member of modern civilized society", nor could he piece together He gave all the information about the city-state of Prand, but even the most basic parts were enough to give him a general idea of ​​what to do next.

He first took off his black robe before the ramp leading to the surface—under the black robe was normal clothes, and walking outside would not be suspicious.

He considered whether he should burn the black robe, but the flames and smoke might attract the attention of the night watchers, so in the end he just rolled up the black robe and hid it in the corner near the ramp.

That sun talisman could also be something that could cause trouble, but it might also contain valuable information. After hesitating, Duncan decided to take it with him - he could use this talisman when he returned to the Homeless. Take a test to see if Ai Yin can bring it back too.

He could study this stuff with confidence on the Lost Country.

He dealt with the traces of the Tibetan black robe, and roughly dealt with his appearance, trying to make himself look like an ordinary citizen, not a cultist hiding in the sewers in a miserable state - wait for this to be done. After everything, he walked up the ramp.

The road ahead is not too far.

Duncan was speeding up the ramp, the fresh air filling his chest, he could already clearly hear the sound of the distant factory and the waves, and a few minutes later, he even saw a cold light appearing in front of him. on the steps in the distance.

He took a few steps forward, and the cold light finally enveloped him completely.

He came to the surface.

Solid, stable, earth bathed in pale twilight.

Duncan's eyes widened, he saw a city, a city standing on the boundless sea, representing the civilization of mortals - the huge scars in the sky stretched across the city, illuminating the row upon row of roofs, towers and beyond. The building at the place, not far in front of him, is a slightly dilapidated edge city, and on the higher ground in the distance, you can also see many distant and magnificent buildings, which are the cathedral and the town hall. Uptown".

Duncan laughed suddenly, and he didn't make a sound, but he was out of breath.

But after a while, he forcibly stopped his laughter, he took a deep breath in the cold night wind, and then strode towards a certain direction in his memory.

Cultists also have their own "normal lives". Except for a few "priests" whose profession is entirely to harm the common people, the Sun Church, like most other cults, relies on a large number of ordinary people to support its own operation— —These deceived grassroots believers are mostly poor citizens in the lower classes of the city, old people who lack attention, teenagers who have not experienced the world, or just like the body that Duncan occupies now...

An unconcerned, seriously ill man who runs a deceptive antique shop in downtown struggling with life and taxes.

The horrific life of the antique shopkeeper named "Ron" is over, his debt to some evil **** has been written off with that last breath, but he still has a place in the world... ...This position, Duncan likes.