Deep Sea Embers

Nothing unusual was found in the whole house except the room where Brown Scott was last found.

In fact, even the room that was "contaminated" by the gray-black mud did not have any extraordinary shadow left - apart from the visual shock brought by those weird mud substances, there was no trace of anything in this building. Extraordinary power.

All that was not of this world had gone with Brown Scott.

On the first floor of the house, Garoni was still asleep. The tall Senjin man with stone-like skin was leaning on the corner of the sofa, sleeping calmly and calmly, with a relaxed look on his face.

In her sleep, she was still a student studying under her teacher, and she was still living a peaceful life. Her knowledgeable and kind teacher had just finished his many years of travel and had returned home recently. He wanted to tell her a lot about distant places. Things that happened.

"It would be great if Heidi was here. She would prepare some potions that would at least make the girl feel better after she wakes up." Morris looked down at Garoni on the sofa with a complicated expression, "I can see that. , she and Brown have a great relationship.”

"...The haze will eventually pass,"

Duncan said, silent for a moment, rummaged in his pocket, and took out a small crystal pendant. He put it to his mouth and whispered something, then put it into Garoni's hand, "Do it." Have a good dream, everything will be fine."

Morris watched Duncan's actions quietly. After a long time, he finally couldn't help but said, "Did you bring these pendants over there?"

"...I bought too much last time, and I couldn't sell the remaining half of the box. No one wanted to give it away," Duncan said with an expression on his face (mainly because the bandage was blocking it) and his tone was exciting, "I just thought that I would look for opportunities when I was traveling before. Send it out... Do you want one?"

"No, thank you," Alice waved her hands quickly, "I'm not suitable for this kind of men's accessories. "

Duncan said calmly: "Some supernatural beings who may appear, or suspicious shadows lingering around that building, if there are any."

Even the experienced inquisitor couldn't control his eyeballs trembling when he saw this scene. Duncan stared and lowered his voice: "What are you doing?!"

Alice thought for a while: "Don't you think I'm causing trouble?"

In a strange shadow that cannot be illuminated by street lights, a dark creeping shadow suddenly appears!

As agile as he was, he finally noticed the strange expression on Duncan's face.

Morris can see invisible "threads" floating on human beings, and he has always taken it for granted that this is a normal phenomenon, and that others can also see it. It is so natural that this matter has not happened to him until now. Suddenly exposed with a casual word - this may be his ordinary power as a normal 099, or there may be a simpler and weirder explanation behind it, but in any case, these things should not be studied now.

Then he saw Morris next to him suddenly remembering something, and leaning forward - then the doll raised his hand, held his head and shook it, then pulled it out with a "Boer", and then Holding the wall with one hand and raising his head with the other, he was dangling in the corner facing the outside.

"It's still there, and it's shaking slightly from side to side," Alice looked up at the street lamp diagonally opposite and reported in a low voice, but then she frowned again, "Ah, it seems like a few are missing?"

But for the loyal priests of the Storm Goddess, the "sword" is such an inconvenience.

There is a "replica" that has returned from the deep sea and has been active in the city-state for many days, and this replica lives in the building not far away - those Annihilation cultists who are loyal to the Holy Lord of the Deep cannot be concerned about this matter. No response.

Alice looked confused, but just as she was about to speak, she seemed to feel something again, and couldn't help but glance outside: "Miss Vanna, I always feel... as if someone is far away, but I can't see anyone. "

Almost instantly, a rugged skeletal shadow appeared there, and what emerged immediately after was a deformed monster connected to the skeletal shadow through chains——

Just a face-to-face

, Duncan realized what it was - an annihilation priest who had achieved deep symbiosis with the deep demon and "purified" his body to an extremely high degree.

Annihilation cultists regard their own flesh and blood as a prison created by the gods, and their way of loyalty to the Lord of the Deep is to constantly use demonic power to transform their bodies and "purify" their own forms.

This process will produce more and more demonic characteristics in them, making them less and less like humans - Annihilation cultists purified to a certain extent, their limbs mutated to the point where they cannot return to human form even with temporary transformation spells. At this level, they can no longer move in human society, so they can only rely on lower-level believers for support. However, in contrast, they will also gain stronger power and a stronger and more direct connection with the deep sea.

Fanna controlled her breathing and heartbeat, restrained her breath and strength, and after confirming that there was still no movement on the street, she once again hid herself in the shadow of the building.

"Diagonally across the street, this street lamp was on the ground, and he raised his hand and pointed out of the alley, "Not only did you see the line, but you didn't see the people. "

I know the importance of priority.

"heresy!"

The cold wind blew through the dark and silent alley at night. In the light swept by the gas lamp at the intersection, Vanna watched the surrounding movements with alert eyes.

"...I can't see, but now is not the time to talk about this," Duncan suddenly realized, and at the same time forced his attention to her street lamp, "Are these wires still there? "

Before she could react, she just looked in the direction of Alice's finger. After two seconds, she suddenly froze and looked back at Miss Doll: "Thread? What thread?"

She felt that it was difficult for her to explain clearly to this solid head, so she simply stopped explaining.

Fanna: "...You are right."

"How many are missing?" Fanna's heart suddenly trembled, and the next second, vigilance rose in her heart. The combat intuition she had honed over the years and the premonition of crisis given by the goddess exploded in her perception at the same time, making her look suddenly. Somewhere deep in the streets.

"The street is very quiet, there is no one around." Probably because she was not used to this too silent and depressing environment, Miss Doll finally couldn't help but said, "Miss Fanna, what have you been looking at?"

Alice stood beside her, looking around in a decent manner. It was obvious that she had no idea what Vanna was paying attention to.

Speaking of this, she suddenly paused and added: "Oh, by the way, Ms. Fanna doesn't have it - but I'm not Ms. Fanna, so it's normal...

But she herself understands the significance of following here.

Alice finished shaking her head in the corner, and when she heard Vanna's voice, she quickly took her head back and put it back with a "bo'er" sound, with an innocent look on her face: "Let me see what's happening on the other side..."

These cultists are indeed staring at this place!

"...Did you see it?" The doll hesitated for a moment and thought of the only explanation, "Well, I won't laugh at you. The captain said that people's eyes are different..."

Someone is hiding in the distance, and now he or they are exposed to the puppet's sight—that's what matters.

"Is there someone far away?" Vanna instantly became alert. She did not relax and be careless at this moment just because Alice was particularly unreliable. Instead, she immediately tightened her nerves and asked in a low voice while sensing the surrounding atmosphere. ,"What position?"

Ms. Vanna and Ms. Alice went to investigate the situation outside this house. They were neither investigating nor seducing—are there any cultists paying attention to that place? Will the power that brought "Brown Scott" back change tonight? Will this street be haunted by shadows? Can this shadow survive the appearance of uninvited guests?

"...Why do you think Mr. Duncan asked us to wait outside?"

They might even be behind this.

The air is compressing, the water vapor is dissolving, and the breath of the sea and wind is instantly compressed into a sharp ice blade in his hands - worthy of

It's usable.

This is a person, or at least he is still a person in outline. However, his body has long been twisted and swollen into a shocking state. His skin is charred and curled as if it has been roasted by fire. His bones have proliferated in disorder, forming a patch of skin on the body surface. A piece of discontinuous bone plate and sharp bone spurs protruded and extended on his back, like the remains of some kind of deep sea monster, and where the face should have been, only a hollow depression could be seen. There was a dark red glow inside.

As Alice spoke, her voice finally stopped hesitantly.

"Next time you have such a plan, go ahead..." Fanna glared at the puppet opposite, but she swallowed her words halfway and waved her hands with a tired look on her face, "Forget it, don't worry about it."

"It's just the threads on the human body. Everyone has them, the kind that float from the body to the sky," Alice gestured and said matter-of-factly, "There are them on the back of the head, and also on the hands and feet..."

In order to move around the city-state, she did not carry the blessed steel sword.

This thought flashed through Fanna's mind, and at the same moment, her body jumped up high.