Deep Sea Embers

When Pigeon said this, it was as funny, humorous, and silly as ever from the content to the tone.

But now it is an undead bird burning with ghostly flames. The translucent flesh is filled with bones and tendons of flames. The ghosts that came out screamed.

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

The fire of the spiritual body wrapped around Duncan was still burning. He watched the three cultists disappear before his eyes, but he was not sure about the reason behind this process.

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

A few seconds later, 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 flapped his wings and combed his translucent feathers with his mouth. After reacting for a while, he suddenly said: "Back into the shadows!"

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

The pigeon raised its head and looked at Duncan with erratic eyes: "Coo coo!"

It is now pretending to be a real pigeon again.

But Duncan believed that he had understood the truth. He pressed his fingers on Ai's head, and then looked around the dimly lit "shelter" again.

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

But in the dark, Duncan had a feeling—he seemed to feel that the three cultists were still here, beside him, they were trapped in this room, in a certain place that could not be detected and contacted by any means. in the dimension gap.

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

This feeling permeated invisible, until at a certain moment, Duncan saw the evidence: in a certain shake of the oil lamp on the table, in a certain interplay of light and shadow, he suddenly saw a mark on the nearby wall, It looked like it was left by a dagger slashing hard - but when he looked over again, the flame of the oil lamp flickered again, and the marks on the wall disappeared without a trace.

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

Duncan exhaled lightly, turned and left the room with the pigeon.

Outside the abandoned lounge is a corridor that is much narrower than the sewer corridors seen before. The deep and long corridor extends to both sides, one end leads to a fork in the road, and the other end connects to a sloping upward ramp.

Even in the abandoned areas, the 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 then sorted out the route to the surface based on the remaining memory fragments in his mind, and quickly 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 factories and facilities on the surface running all night, and there were even more distant sounds. There was the sound of waves... that was the sound of breaking waves hitting the coastal reefs at night.

Duncan almost broke into a trot.

The pigeon Aiyi, who had recovered from the flames of the spirit body, flapped his wings on his shoulders and made a happy voice: "The time is calling! The time is calling!"

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

Aye thought for a while, and flapped his wings vigorously: "Aye captain!"

Duncan was immediately surprised that the pigeon had answered him correctly once, not sure if it was a coincidence or something - but he soon stopped thinking about it.

He has to be ready for the world.

The black robe on his body must not be worn out. In the memory from "swallowing", this suspicious robe is only used in the secret ceremony occasions of the sun god believers, and it is placed on the surface of the city streets. He had to be tied to a tree by seven or eight security guards and beat him.

A very strict curfew is enforced in the Puland city-state, 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 Therefore, in order to move around the city, one must avoid those who watch the night.

The people responsible for maintaining the order of the city at night are called "Guardians". They seem to be the armed forces under the Church of the Deep Sea. In the memory of the devoured body, 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 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" from them, nor could he piece together the All the information about the Puland city-state, but even the most basic part of it, is enough for him to have a general idea of ​​what to do next.

He first took off the black robe on his body before the ramp leading to the surface—there were normal clothes under the black robe, and walking outside would not arouse suspicion.

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 is also something that may cause trouble, but it may contain valuable information at the same time. After much hesitation, Duncan decided to take it away——you can use this talisman to return to the Lost Homeland when you return. Do a test to see if Ay can bring it back too.

He can study this thing with peace of mind on the Lost Home.

He dealt with the traces of hiding the black robe, and roughly dealt with his appearance, trying to make himself look like an ordinary citizen, not a cult member who was hiding in the sewer and was in a state of embarrassment—after finishing this After everything, he stepped up the ramp.

The road ahead is not too far away.

Duncan was speeding on the ramp, and the fresher air filled his chest. He could already clearly hear the sound of factories and waves in the distance, and after a few minutes, 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, steady, the earth bathed in a pale twilight.

Duncan's eyes widened. He saw a city, a city standing on the boundless sea, representing mortal civilization - a huge scar in the sky traversed the sky above the city, illuminating the row upon row of roofs, towers and the city beyond. The buildings in front of him are not far away, a slightly dilapidated fringe urban area, and on the higher ground farther away, many distant and magnificent buildings can be seen, which are the "Cathedral and City Hall" Uptown".

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

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

Cult members also have their own "normal lives". Except for a few "priests" who are completely dedicated to harming the common people, the Church of the Sun, like most other cults, relies on a large number of ordinary people to support their own operations— —These bewitched grassroots believers are mostly poor citizens in the lower classes of the city, old people who lack attention, young people who have not experienced much in the world, or like the body Duncan occupies now...

An unnoticed, seriously ill, everyday guy who runs a swindling antique store downtown and struggles with life and tax dollars.

The awful life of this antique shopkeeper named "Ron" is over, his debt to some evil god has been wiped out with that last breath, but he still has a place in the world... ... this position, Duncan is very fond of.