Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 322: Opening the blind box returns to the same place

Listening to the undisguised disgust for the Annihilation Cult in Agatha's tone, the old guard's expression didn't change at all - he focused more on the latest intelligence.

The "samples" taken away from the cemetery... showed in the laboratory the appearance as described by the cultists.

The general nature of the "element" in the description.

No matter how crazy those heretics are, no matter how contrary to human ethics their heresies are, as a member of the Orthodox Church, the old guard must understand the information about those heretics, their crazy doctrines and extremely polluting knowledge system. , and the entire set of heresies of the Annihilation Cults always revolve around one core: "Holy Lord Netherworld, and the various "miracles" created by Holy Lord Netherworld.

Annihilation believers firmly believe that the world now favored by the gods is not a "peaceful paradise", but is actually a "land of exile" that has been severely corroded and completely distorted. They believe that the brightness and prosperity of the real world are woven by the gods. Illusions, the true destination of mortal souls and the "unpolluted reality world" are actually

Not here at all, but in the deep realm of the world.

On this basis, they believe that the Holy Lord of Netherworld and the demons represent the purest, original, unpolluted attitude of the world, and believe that only by purifying their own dirty desires can mortals "return" to Netherworld and the original world. land.

However, the world is blocked by the gods, and there is a barrier between the "distorted real world" and the "real real world (that is, the deep sea)". The flesh and blood of mortals is the concrete manifestation of that barrier. As long as the souls of mortals remain Trapped in that body and subjected to a lifetime of constant "pollution", it is possible to return to the deep.

Therefore, Holy Lord Netherworld will send down a miracle called "Aga" - the heretics are convinced that this holy substance is the basis of all things at the beginning of the world. The Holy Lord's blueprint when planning the "real world" is Hidden in the microscopic scale of "Aga", only "Aga" can resist the curse in the flesh and blood of all living beings in the world and allow mortals to return to the "pure posture at the beginning of birth".

As for the substance called "Aga", the Annihilation cultists described it this way: "...it will exhibit all the characteristics of all things in the world, and will always be in a continuous cycle of evolution. It represents the Holy Lord of the Deep. All the plans and blueprints that shape reality, and short-sighted mortals can never measure the correct or incorrect nature of any one..."

Then he recalled the glorious achievements of the Lost Home in dragging the eighteen islands of Wetherland into the subspace, and the connection between the eighteen islands and the death sect that he learned during the previous chat with Morris and Vanna.

His lips moved slightly, but his voice was directly transmitted into the old guard's mind: "Is this visitor... so approachable?"

Footsteps sounded from the side, and the old guard cautiously came to the coffin. He glanced at the dark coffin slowly with the corner of his eye, and quickly took it back the next second.

"Oh, I understand. There are often people who suddenly go crazy while talking to me. Frankly speaking, it's quite troublesome," Yuan Su said with a smile in her tone, "They know how to protect themselves, which is good."

A special corpse once rested here.

"But he is still more special than everyone expected." The old guard turned his head and looked at the young gatekeeper. "We found the real person who fell into the well the next day, so this body is obviously just the real deceased. 'Replicas,·...replicas made of 'Aga', no wonder it attracts these annihilations

Attention of heretics. "

The cemetery fell into silence for a moment, with unspeakable weirdness and noise shrouded between the paths and platforms, immersed in the night wind carrying snowflakes.

I have had many interactions with extraordinary beings, many of them extremely evil or chaotic, but this is the first time I have been chatting with myself like this...

The fine snow has gradually become heavier after dark, and the snowflakes are falling continuously from the dark night sky. Canes stand in the dark cemetery, and the lanterns on the tops of the canes reflect the scattered surroundings.

Snowflakes seem to add a hazy texture to everything.

"...Yes, an indescribable visitor," Duncan's always calm expression finally changed a little,

His tone also became cautious, "Now they don't know what their purpose is."

The black-clothed guards gathered around the coffin immediately spread out slightly to prevent this overly cautious response from being regarded as some kind of provocation by the "visitor" who descended on the dead body.

Although this time he did not lose control of his vision due to the influence of incense, and even used medicine to resist mental pollution in advance, the psychological shadow caused by the last "contact" was really powerful, even for him, a veteran who has experienced many battles. He seemed extremely cautious at the moment.

However, in the face of such an answer, the old guard's expression did not change at all, and he still just stared into the gatekeeper's eyes quietly: "Do you think that is 'Aga,'"

The old guard turned into a pale shadow almost instantly and appeared next to the morgue like a teleport. He stared at the coffin that made the sound. After taking two deep breaths, he let his voice speak as calmly as possible. Come out: "Are you... the visitor from yesterday?"

"Can we know who you are?" After a moment of determination, he finally plucked up the courage to ask.

Duncan frowned.

"These samples... were once a person, or at least they once looked like a person," the old guard said as if talking to himself, "You personally led the team to deliver him, you should still remember."

A deep, deep voice came from a coffin in the distance: the two church priests briefly completed the exchange, and then the old guard waved his hands gently around them.

"Why don't you continue talking?"

The old guard answered without hesitation: "It's just the nonsense of these heretics. This is probably just some new substance that cannot be explained by our current knowledge system. Its property changes may be some kind of natural phenomenon, or maybe It’s some kind of extraordinary power—but it can’t be a miracle sent down by the Holy Lord Netherworld.”

Everyone is waiting - waiting for an unnameable visitor, a peaceful sunrise.

Duncan suddenly raised his head and stared into the old guard's eyes: "...Do you think this is 'Aga,'"

I don’t know how long this noise lasted. Just when the gatekeeper was about to persuade the old guard to go back to the hut to rest, a gentle knocking sound suddenly sounded in the night.

Facing the second inquiry, the old guard finally fell silent briefly. After two or three seconds, he breathed softly: "But I have to deny that, at least in nature...the samples collected conform to the description of that group of heretics. ”

The old guard raised his head and looked at the sky. After a moment of silence, he said, "It's already late at night."

Such a sound suddenly came from the quiet cemetery, and even the well-trained church guards couldn't help but feel horrified and stunned for a moment. The old guard even felt that even the falling snowflakes in the light seemed to be still for two seconds—— In the next second, all the guards quickly came around the coffin that made the sound, and the sound of boots on the snow was heard.

The gatekeeper raised his head and looked at the old guard with a stunned expression.

"I took the liberty to come here, I hope I didn't scare you," Duncan in the coffin thought for a moment and said hello in a casual tone, "I did come here once two days ago, but there were cultists who made trouble at that time, and my contact with this guard It didn’t go well.”

"I'm just a traveler, so don't wonder about my name - it's good for you all."

"From the time they started discussing this 'Aga,'" Duncan's voice came from the coffin, "it felt like they heard very interesting information - but they suddenly stopped talking."

"Perhaps it's not that they attracted their attention, but that the whole thing was their work." The old guard shook his head. "We believe that this fall into the well was caused by the cultists, and their purpose was to use sacrifices deep in the mine. Someone came to make a replica, similar to some kind of sacrificial ceremony, but obviously something went wrong with their plan, which led to the replica being discovered by accident and even sent to your cemetery by us. "

"...You arrived just now?"

After calming down for a while, the old guard finally broke the silence.

"Of course you remember," said the gatekeeper softly, "there are very few corpses that need to be transported personally, gatekeeper, and this body fell into

He reached the deepest part of the mine, which was the deepest place in the entire city-state. The dead brought out from there were very... "

"...We don't mean to offend you," the old guard immediately responded cautiously. I can't confirm the origin of this "visitor" for the time being, but the other party at least did not show initial hostility, so facing a superior and non-hostile "god-like" "Existence and showing enough courtesy is the first step in communication. "The arrangements here are just to protect our own sanity. "

The old guard shrugged: "It also attracted the attention of an indescribable 'visitor.'"

And his eyes passed through the scattered snowflakes and lights, and landed on an empty morgue.

The old guard raised his head and looked at the morgue not far away.

Duncan had actually sensed the surrounding atmosphere in the coffin. He had been lying in it for more than a few minutes. Ever since the old guard and the young woman started talking about "Aga", he had been very patient and curious. As he listened, he felt the atmosphere around him dissipate, so he smiled and said casually: "There are a lot of people here tonight."

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