Deep Sea Embers

Everywhere on this ship carries the colors of memories - but as the longer he stayed on the ship, Tirian also realized that there were still many things here that were different from what he remembered.

For example, objects that seem to be alive and run around on the ship.

For example, the spiritual sail has lost its entity and floats on the mast like yarn or mist.

For example, the strange first mate in the captain's cabin - a strange sculpture called "goat head" by his father.

He sat across from the navigation table and looked at the specious things in the room. Many things could still be found in his memory, but with many mottled traces. His father sat across from him, talking to himself about what happened in the Church of the Deep Sea and the Lost Homeland. Regarding the matters between the numbers, the inquisitor lady from Purland sat next to her father and supplemented her information from time to time.

Things changed completely beyond his expectation.

"A... secret envoy,"

The big pirate repeated the words Vanna had just used in a strange tone, with a rather subtle expression on his face, "The church's actions... are more powerful than I imagined."

"To be honest, this surprised me at first," Duncan said with a smile. "The pope is...an unpredictable person. I don't know how many of her words are sincere and how many of them are false. It is out of the interests of the church and the instructions of the Storm Goddess Gemona, but in any case, the development of this matter is in line with my ideas - I really need a bridge that can communicate with the Four Gods Church, and someone who is good at dealing with cultists. helper."

"Dealing with the cultists..." Tirian showed a thoughtful expression, "I still remember you mentioned these Annihilation Cultists and the clues found on the Obsidian..."

"That's why I asked you to come," Duncan nodded slightly, then took out the tobacco box from his body, opened the lid and presented the contents in front of Tirian, "This is what I learned from the Obsidian. The clue found in the depths - the flesh and blood of the Netherworld Holy Lord."

"boom!"

Tirian was in shock and subconsciously said: "I had such a big reaction?"

Tirian didn't speak for a while. He recalled and pondered for a few seconds before raising his head: "Can you confirm that this Obsidian ship has really been to the Frost Deep Sea?"

But that time, he weakly fought against his instincts, did not look away, and did not actively interrupt or fight against the will that emerged in his mind.

Tirian didn't speak for a while, but just stared at the small black iron box on the table, seeming to be firm and weighing. After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly said: "Can you let me take a look at it again?"

There was rustling movement behind him, something huge was moving, and a slightly cold breath came close to the back of his neck.

And it was during this short period of persistence that he finally confirmed what he had vaguely felt just now——

Almost in the blink of an eye, this feeling of resistance came to mind again, and the feeling of being watched from afar by a stalwart existence also hit his perception hard. The connection established by the extraordinary power washed over his mind like a stormy wave. The survival instinct that came with him made Tirian almost close his eyes instantly.

Tirian held his breath. Although he knew that there should be no danger with his father present, he couldn't help but feel nervous the moment the box was opened, and then he saw this "piece of meat" that was only the size of a thumb. ".

The flame roared in and enveloped him.

"Is it because you participated in the Qianyuan Project back then?" Duncan thought for a moment and expressed his guess - the Qianyuan Project. This is the biggest highlight of Tirian in this incident that I can think of.

This limb looks like a tentacle, but it has an astonishing length of hundreds of meters. It rises like a soft pillar in the darkness. The irregular protrusion at the end of the tentacle is less than one meter in front of Tirian. The tentacle extends from In the direction, larger and more indescribable structures are emerging from the darkness little by little!

Tirian confessed his feelings in that moment, and then looked at the piece of flesh and blood with a frown on his face, thoughts coming to his mind.

In this brief moment, Tirian's

His eyes were almost as wide as the limit, and the turbulent thoughts were roaring in his mind. He didn't know if he felt fear now, and even temporarily lost the ability to judge his own emotions. He just watched helplessly as the tentacles extending from God moved around him. The front of his face was swaying slightly, as if he wanted to communicate with himself and convey some information to himself, but he simply couldn't understand the various roars mixed in the information of the mountain and the tsunami.

This seems to be a mountain, a city, a chaotic thing that can make mortals go crazy in an instant. This should hardly be shaped by the real world, nor can it be the creation of any god under rational circumstances. It is like something from The mollusk of the deep sea resembles a hybrid structure of a starfish and a squid, but in the next second, its smoke-like body surface surged, giving birth to countless tentacles, hands and feet, eyes and mouthpieces, and All this is ever-changing.

Tirian stood a little dazed in the darkness. Suddenly, he seemed to hear something.

Tirian was moved in his heart and raised his head, ready to tell his father what he had discovered.

"...Run quickly."

However, the next second, he found himself surrounded by darkness and chaos - the familiar cabin and the figures in the room disappeared from sight at some point.

An indescribable feeling of fear and rejection surged into my heart almost instantly, just like the instinctive hairs on a person's hair standing on end when an unarmed person suddenly encounters a ferocious beast. This piece of meat was just lying lifelessly in the iron box. , he still felt as if he was being stared at by some kind of living being with great power and great will!

Vanna and Duncan immediately looked at each other.

Tirian's heart tightened for a moment and he turned his head suddenly.

Tirian was silent for two seconds, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face: "...Things on your ship shouldn't deteriorate to the worst, right?"

It was indeed the right thing to bring Tirian here - without actual contact, some detailed clues would be difficult to surface.

"No, because there is no direct evidence, but my intuition tells me that it returned from here," Fanna said calmly, "The features on the ship are too similar to the 'replica' in your description."

"I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always felt that this thing... was staring at me just now," he said, "as if it was still alive... or something behind it was looking at me. Sight.”

This piece of flesh and blood, suspected to be a fragment of the Holy Lord, did not respond to Tirian's approach and gaze!

"...If something really escapes, I will get rid of it." Duncan nodded slightly and pushed the small iron box that he had just taken back in front of Tirian, "Proceed with caution, and if anything happens, immediately Warning."

"Are you sure?" Fanna looked into Tirian's eyes, "This may be a bit dangerous - if it is really the Qianyuan Project that caused you to establish contact with this thing, then every time it comes into contact with you, it will strengthen the This connection.”

The will and power coming from this "Holy Lord's flesh and blood"... actually have no bad intentions.

All the horrific images were destroyed in the flames.

Tirian looked away almost instantly. When he reacted, he realized that cold sweat was flowing down his forehead.

All the fear and resistance he felt were only due to the natural shock caused by the majestic power. The sight hidden on the other side of the flesh... was actually just a pale gaze.

"We felt resistance and danger, but it didn't manifest so violently..." Fanna said immediately, "What did you feel just now?"

He stood up in shock, instinctively wanting to pick up a weapon, but then realized that he was unarmed. He looked around cautiously, trying to see things clearly in this dark chaos, but found that his vision seemed to be covered. There is a layer of darkness, even if you put your hands in front of your eyes, you can only see a hazy outline.

Without strong mental interference, my consciousness is being guided and disturbed by something.

Before he could react, those terrifying "phantoms" and sounds disappeared like a dream - he was back in the captain's cabin of the Lost Home.

A huge, strange limb in black and brown with light blue lines extended in front of him in the darkness.

A terrifying roar suddenly exploded in his mind, as if some huge repulsive force was forcefully tearing his spirit apart and throwing him back into the real world. Tirian almost lost consciousness for an instant, but just when he thought his soul was about to When he was falling apart in the boundless darkness and chaos, a faint green fire suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

Tirian nodded, took a breath, and once again turned his attention to the piece of flesh and blood from the Holy Lord Netherworld.

"Are you okay?" Duncan noticed the other party's condition and frowned slightly, "Why is your reaction bigger than Morris and Vanna?"

There were many eyes opened on the surface of this tentacle. Tirian looked at these eyes. Suddenly, he seemed to finally "hear" something from these eyes and the huge mountain-like "body" in the distance. understandable information.