Deep Sea Embers

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However, now it is an undead bird whose body is burning with ghostly flames. Its translucent flesh is filled with bones and sinews filled with flames. Its cry is mixed with crackling explosions, like the opening of the gate of Hades. The innocent souls came out and howled.

Facts have proved that in many cases there is not that big a distance between the evil sect and the harmonious sect.

The spiritual fire surrounding Duncan was still burning. He watched the three cultists disappear before his eyes, but he was not sure about the principle behind this process.

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

After a few seconds, after confirming that the three cultists really could not come back, he turned his head slightly and asked the pigeon on his shoulder: "...where did you do them?"

Ai flapped his wings and combed his translucent feathers with his beak. After a moment of reaction, he suddenly said: "Retreat to the shadows!"

Duncan frowned. He had begun to understand the true meaning of Ai's words these days: "...You mean, you exiled them to some kind of...parallel space? Or turned them into some kind of... Untouchable status?”

The pigeon raised its head and looked at Duncan uncertainly with its eyes: "Cuckoo!"

It is now pretending to be a real pigeon again.

But Duncan believed he had understood the truth. He pressed Ai's head with his fingers, 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 clearly visible. The Sun God believers who once hid here have completely disappeared from this world. Now standing here, there is only one body that has occupied the cultist and descended here. The ghost captain, and his dove.

But in the dark, Duncan had a feeling - he seemed to feel that the three cultists were still here, right next to him. They were trapped in this room, in a place that could not be detected or contacted by any means. between dimensions.

He could even "feel" the cultists shouting and struggling in vain, feeling their despair in trying to reconnect with the real world but being permanently blocked from reality by invisible barriers.

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 perfect intersection of light and shadow, he suddenly saw a trace appear on the nearby wall, It looked like it was left behind by a dagger slashing hard - but when he looked over again, the flame of the oil lamp swayed again, and the marks on the wall disappeared without a trace.

That was the three sun believers' last contact with the real world.

Duncan exhaled softly, turned around and left the room with the pigeon.

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 in the road, and the other end is connected to a slope that slopes upward.

Even in abandoned areas, city managers obviously maintain the most basic maintenance of these underground facilities - at least, the gas lamps on both sides of the corridor are still on.

Duncan briefly judged the direction of the corridor, and sorted out the route to the surface based on the remaining memory fragments in his mind, and soon walked towards the upward slope.

He walked faster and faster.

A fresh air flow appeared, and the cool wind blew Duncan's hair head-on. He heard some vague and distant sounds, which seemed to be the roar of some factory facilities on the surface operating all night, and there were even more distant sounds. The sound of waves came... It was the sound of breaking waves crashing against the coastal rocks at night.

Duncan almost broke into a jog.

The dove Aiyi, who had returned to normal after the spiritual flames faded from her body, flapped her wings on his shoulders and made a happy voice: "The times are calling! The times are calling!"

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

Aye thought for a moment and flapped his wings vigorously: "Ayecapta!"

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

He wants to be ready to take on the world.

The black robe on the body must not be worn out. In the memory from "Swallowing", this kind of suspicious robe is only used in secret rituals of Sun God believers and placed on the streets of cities on the surface. This clothes is for public appearances. He had to be tied to a tree and beaten by seven or eight security guards.

There is a very strict curfew in the city-state of Puland, and wandering around at night seems to be a very dangerous thing. Ordinary people who want to go out at night must hold a pass and report in advance - the cultist he possesses obviously does not have these laws. procedures, so if you want to move around the city, you must avoid those who watch the night.

The people responsible for maintaining order in the city at night are called "guardians". They seem to be the armed forces affiliated with the Deep Sea Church. In the devoured memories, 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 blurry. He could not piece together the complete life trajectory of a "member of modern civilized society" from them, nor could he piece together the complete life trajectory of a "member of modern civilized society". All the information about Puland City-State, but even the most basic part of it, was 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 - black robe

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

The sun talisman was also something that could cause trouble, but it might also contain valuable information. After much hesitation, Duncan decided to take it away - he could use this talisman when he returned to the Lost Home. Let's do a test to see if Ai can bring it back too.

He can safely study this thing on the Lost Home.

He took care of the traces of hiding the black robe, and generally took care of his appearance, trying to make himself look like an ordinary citizen, rather than a miserable cultist hiding in the sewers - after he finished this After everything, he stepped up the ramp.

The road ahead is not too far.

Duncan sprinted up the slope, and the fresher air filled his chest. He could already clearly hear the sounds of factories and waves in the distance, 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, the earth bathed in pale light.

Duncan's eyes widened. He saw a city, a city standing on the boundless sea, representing mortal civilization - a huge scar in the sky stretched across the city, illuminating the rows of rooftops, towers and beyond. The buildings there, not far in front of him, were slightly dilapidated urban areas, and on the higher ground further away, many distant and magnificent buildings could be seen, including the cathedral and the city hall. Uptown".

Duncan laughed suddenly. He didn't make a sound, but he laughed so hard that he was out of breath.

But after a moment, he forcibly stopped his laughter, 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 life". Except for a few "priests" whose job is to harm the common people, the Church of the Sun, like most other cults, relies on a large number of ordinary people to support its operation - -These bewitched grassroots believers are mostly poor citizens from the lower classes of the city, elderly people who lack attention, teenagers who are not deeply involved in the world, or like the body that Duncan now occupies...

An ordinary person who no one pays attention to, is seriously ill, and struggles with life and taxes in the downtown area by running a deceptive antique shop.

The terrible life of this antique shop owner named "Ron" was over, his debt to an evil god was wiped out with his last breath, but he still left a place in the world... …Duncan likes this position very much.