Deep Sea Embers

For the next minute, Tirian was immersed in the temporary confusion and dullness caused by the huge impact. It was difficult for him to focus his eyes, and there were countless noises surging in his mind. His mind was like a lonely boat heaving in the storm.

But even so, his mind was still clear.

He knew that it was the spiritual flames that appeared in the darkness that protected his mind and prevented it from being contaminated by the power of the Holy Lord Netherworld.

After a while, he gradually adjusted his breathing. Since he was not too mentally polluted, the illusion in his mind quickly faded away. At the same time, he also heard a steady voice coming from the other side. Come: "It seems you have recovered."

Tirian raised his head and looked at the tall figure opposite the navigation table: "You were the one who pulled me out just now..."

"You've been staring at it for too long. Vanna said you were falling into a nightmare," Duncan said calmly. "Fortunately, I have done some research on 'intervention in dreams' recently."

"Nightmare," Tirian subconsciously rubbed his eyebrows, "Did I look like I was in a nightmare just now..."

"It seems that you have had an unusual experience?" Duncan's tone was a little curious - he had indeed intervened in Tirian's spiritual world urgently just now, but it was different from what he usually saw after using the power of walking in the spirit world to enter other people's dreams. He didn't "see" anything at all after his intervention this time. There was only darkness in Tirian's "nightmare". It seemed that the "source" that created the nightmare left before he intervened, which made him even more curious about what just happened. What.

"I... saw an existence that is indescribable in words," Tirian struggled to recall the images he had just seen, while carefully describing them. "I can't tell its shape, nor can I describe it." I dare to recall all its details, but I believe that this is the Holy Lord Netherworld

Tirian told what he saw and heard in the darkness, and added many of his spiritual feelings. Apart from being unable to correctly recall the outline of the mountain-like shadow, there was no reservation.

After listening to Tirian's story, Duncan immediately frowned: "Are you saying that the only thing this person suspected of being the 'Holy Lord of the Underworld' told you was to 'run quickly'?"

Fanna didn't speak, she just fell into thinking for a moment.

Tirian was startled and immediately realized: "I'm sorry, father, I thought..."

But you just made this association and did not make any judgment on the nature of Holy Lord Netherworld - the reason is very simple, there is insufficient evidence, and I will not draw conclusions cautiously without personal contact with things.

Tirian didn't react for a moment: "Father, what did you say?"

He stayed in this research facility for two days, and during those two days, he spent half of his time in this hall, working with this diving bell.

"…You are probably the only person in the world who describes Holy Lord Netherworld as a slime mold." Duncan looked strange, but nodded slightly, "But it is indeed like what you said. If we learn from these demon souls and The information tortured by the cultists is correct. The Holy Lord of Netherworld is such a 'silent heretic god. The only thing he does is to continuously separate more Netherworld demons from his body, or to kill these Netherworld demons who died in the battle. The devil absorbs it.”

"Regardless of whether this 'Run quickly' is a sign of goodwill, the situation on the Obsidian is obviously the result of being influenced by the power of the Holy Lord, and there are Annihilation cultists active in the Frost City State, and they are probably here for this matter. ," Tirian said slowly, "If the impact I just received is really related to my participation in this plan, then even the Qianyuan Project is now related to this matter - further reasoning, I think we The most important thing to pay attention to now is probably this 'Dagger Island', which is the aftermath of the Submerged Abyss Plan half a century ago."

"Yes, we haven't opened its hatch yet," Professor Bellazzo nodded, "Of course we can't clean its interior."

Duncan couldn't help but rub his forehead: "...Why does this sound like a carpet tumor..."

"Judging from Captain Tirian's description and his own feelings, even if it wasn't Holy Lord Netherworld

, or at least a kind of existence like a heretic god," Vanna immediately replied, "But as for this 'Run quickly, what's going on... I'm sorry, Mr. Duncan, I dare not make a judgment. "

"Yes - whether it is the deep demons that are separated from the body, or these insane Annihilation cultists who have signed a contract with the deep demons, they are all the enemies of the civilized world."

He looked at the circular glass window covered with dirt and looked inside curiously.

After saying this, he paused, as if he felt that this answer was not responsible enough, and then added: "There is a lot of information about Holy Lord Yousui, and even the information held by the four major churches is limited. The current mainstream view is that Holy Lord Yousui It is a huge single entity located in the center of the deep realm. He does not have the ability to move, nor does he actively project power into the real world. He cannot communicate, and he does not seem to be able to think, just like..."

Duncan tapped his forehead, as if he was struggling with what words to use to describe such an existence. Vanna saw this and said casually: "It's like a piece of slime mold sinking in the deep sea? It's alive, huge, but it doesn't think about the inactive mold." group?"

"Is his existence itself a danger regardless of subjective consciousness?"

Tirian rubbed his brows. The noise in his head had not completely faded away. Now there was only a slight dizziness and fatigue as if he had stayed up for several nights. When Duncan told the information about the Holy Lord Netherworld, he also had his own thoughts. .

"This is now a military restricted area. Even with the power of the Sea Mist Fleet, there is no way to approach it - the Lost Home should be able to forcefully land on the island with its advantage, but it may be difficult to find the submersible in a short time. After all, the island is very large and the research facilities have a simple structure. The military personnel on the island may directly order their destruction in an emergency..."

Fanna thought thoughtfully: "It turns out that when people are too inspired, they can't hear the ancient gods' whispers..."

"Ah, it's nothing, it has nothing to do with this matter," Vanna waved her hand and returned her attention to the matter in front of her. He thought about it for a moment, then turned to look at Duncan, "Do you think what Tirian encountered was Yousui?" Holy Master? I think it’s for protection, right?”

"This is the only sentence I can understand," Tirian spread his hands. "It seemed to tell me a lot, but it was all lost in the huge noise. In the end, it seemed to give up and said the shortest sentence. I could barely hear the words clearly..."

For some reason, what he was thinking about at this moment was the "black sun" supporting the false corona and dying in the flames.

The more Fanna heard, the more something was wrong, so she quickly interrupted the pirate leader: "Stop, stop, stop, when did I say I was going to attack directly?"

But Duncan was already familiar with this. He ignored the unintelligible vocabulary and let the topic continue naturally: "Generally speaking, Holy Lord Netherworld can actually be regarded as a relatively harmless heretic god, because at least from now on It has not shown any tendency to corrode the real world, but even so, it is still classified as an evil god in the classification of the Four Gods Church.”

It was rusty and full of dirt inside and out. It hung on an iron hook like a piece of scrap metal and looked ordinary.

Dirty dark red mud was surging slightly in the submersible. An eyeball-shaped object was stuck in front of the glass window, looking at Merson's eyes through the gaps between the dirt.

He is not a professional researcher. He neither understands mechanical matters nor the significance of the series of physical and chemical tests that scholars have done on these samples. He stays here purely because he is attracted by this mysterious aura. The mechanical device in the strange background arouses curiosity.

After a long time, the general withdrew his gaze: "It's so dark inside, you can't see anything."

As a Frostman who is not yet seventy years old, he has not experienced the major event half a century ago, but as one of the top officials of the city-state, he at least knows about the Qianyuan Project from these confidential files.

"The fourth" submersible No. 3," Fanna said in a deep voice, "How much do you know about the situation on Dagger Island? "

Fanna waved her hand, indicating that the other party did not need to explain: "Stop talking about this, just tell me roughly what you know about Dagger Island. Maybe you can send someone

Useful. "

Submersible No. 3 occupies the most important position in all files and is the most chilling part of the entire submersible plan.

"Okay, about this island...

Professor Bellazzo stood next to the general and introduced the safety measures of this laboratory.

"...the bottom of the sling leads directly to the furnace. If a emergency situation occurs, the hook will be released in an instant, and the submersible will smash through the grille and fall into the furnace. If the submersible does not fall into the channel after the decoupling device is activated, a linkage The mechanism would activate, and the entire chamber would be unhooked from the frame of the chamber and plunge down a slide into a cave at the back of the bay, filled with nitroglycerin."

Irresistible curiosity.

"We have thirty seconds to evacuate - and then the evacuation routes will be locked," Professor Bellazzo said, "But the real situation... the person in charge, that is, I, can not choose not to Open evacuation routes.”