Deep Sea Embers

The visitor left as suddenly as he had arrived.

The old guard of the cemetery was in a daze. He looked at the direction in which the flames dissipated, but a lot of information revealed by the other party in the short conversation still remained in his mind. It was not until Anne next to him grabbed his sleeve that the old man Suddenly woke up.

He lowered his head and saw Annie looking at him uneasily. In addition to being helpless, the girl's eyes were filled with nervousness and confusion.

Maybe she can already understand the separation between life and death, but she still can't fully understand what just happened.

The old guard bent over, his old and stiff joints a little stinging in the cold winter. He reached out and patted the snowflakes on Annie's shoulders: "Annie, don't be afraid, nothing bad will happen."

"Grandpa Caretaker..." The girl's lips moved. She was trying her best to organize the words, but she didn't know where to start. "That person just now..."

"Don't ask too much, don't think too much, just like the textbook says, don't pry into the knowledge that is not open to mortals - you just need to know that it is a visitor who has no ill intentions towards you. Now that he has left, your connection with That’s it.”

"Then my dad..."

"Your father may have done great things beyond all of our imaginations," the old guard said softly, reaching out and pressing the girl's hair, "Annie, don't worry, he is no longer wandering on the sea, he has gone to a A better place. Go back and tell your mother, she has been waiting for this news for a long time."

The cemetery will not be open today.

Annie pursed her lips and hesitated for a long time before confirming in a low voice: "Is it true this time?"

Anne nodded as if she understood, and then said goodbye to the old guard at the cemetery. She turned around and walked towards the road leading to the neighborhood, following the ruts that had not yet frozen into ice, and slowly walked home. direction, slowly blending into the silvery background of the city.

This was something given to him by an unnameable visitor. He promised to pass it on to the gatekeeper Agatha, but he also said that as long as the news could be sent to Frost Cathedral - he did not say it in his words. Do not allow others to open and read the letter.

In Cemetery No. 3, in the caretaker's cabin, the old caretaker said he had not locked the door, and then came to the desk in the corner with a serious expression.

If you just need to convey a message, you can read it yourself and then relay it.

After arriving at the desk, he took out incense, essential oils, candles, herbal powders and other items from the drawer, and began to decorate a powerful altar.

Then he raised his hand and gently pressed the thing in his pocket - a letter that seemed to contain countless secrets was lying there quietly.

He sat down slowly, finished a prayer in his heart, and then solemnly took out the letter from his pocket.

The old man looked at the cover of the letter.

Coming from an indescribable visitor, seemingly ordinary materials may also contain unimaginable knowledge and secrets. What does this letter... exactly mean?

The old man breathed a sigh of relief and, fully prepared, picked up the letter opener next to him and carefully opened the seemingly ordinary cover.

To come into contact with indescribable knowledge, no amount of rigorous and tedious preparations are too much.

After all, cemetery guards are the first line of defense to the cathedral.

With an unprecedented solemn expression and an almost martyrdom-like determination, the old guard slowly unfolded the letter.

A folded letter slipped out of the envelope.

The three characters "report letter" came into view.

The old guard breathed out softly, looking at the dark burning flames on the candlesticks and the thin incense smoke that condensed like substance over the table. He could feel that the power of Bartok, the God of Death, briefly descended on this place. In the small house, the power of blessing lingered around the desk, stabilizing the order of time and space here, and also stabilizing his own spirit.

"...The young gatekeeper raised his cane and fiddled with one of the fragments with the tin tip. The dark, ceramic-like fragments turned over on the ground and made a crisp sound.

It flips over, showing about half a face, including

Includes lips, bridge of nose and one eye.

Even though it is incomplete, it clearly captures the fearful expression of the cultist at the moment of death.

"Residents in the distance did not hear the fighting, but most of them did not dare to pry. They could only judge the time and duration of the fighting from their mouths - it took place approximately after one o'clock in the morning, and the duration may be less than three minutes."

So far, no known divine or heretical spell can produce this effect, and even the various magic spells used by the Deep Demon do not have this weird phenomenon.

A priest who was inspecting the scene stood up from the pile of wreckage and nodded to Agatha while taking off his small gloves: "A priest of annihilation who has completed deep purification, judging from the degree of flesh and blood distortion, is not weak. In theory, even if he encounters A full squad of twelve defenders might have been able to counterattack and break through, but they were quickly dealt with - and there was almost no trace of a counterattack."

The priest shook his head: "The simplest and most brutal attack method, pure force, makes it difficult to determine the identity of the other party. However, in the distance we found some traces of normal dissolution of water vapor. This may be the only clue."

A pile of almost charred wreckage was piled up in the alley. Traces of fierce battles and explosions could still be seen around the wreckage. The impact was large, but the battle process was obviously overwhelming. At the same time, it was also different from the alley entrance. Pile of fragments with completely different fighting styles.

After pondering for a moment, she shook her head and walked towards another "scene" deep in the alley.

A guard with short brown hair walked quickly into the alley, came to the priest and quickly reported the situation.

"Something was discovered in the house on the 25th," the priest said immediately. "There was a Senjin woman who was attacked by extraordinary power and fell into a coma. Moreover, a room contaminated by a strange thing was found on the second floor of the house."

He also asked the guards outside to be on guard near the hut and to provide sufficient protection in the open space around the house - but this was not enough.

Agatha frowned slightly: "Can you tell where his opponent comes from?"

"Water vapor dissolution...is there just such a trace," Agatha said softly, then looked back at the direction of the alley, "Two completely different fighting styles."

After saying this, he paused and then asked: "What about the investigation status of surrounding residents?"

A few minutes later, the altar was completed.

"Yes, one is simple and crude, and the other is weird and dangerous. The common point is that they are both powerful - priest-level heretics have no chance to fight back," the priest nodded and said, "The only good news is that they are obviously enemies of the Annihilation Sect. "

Agatha looked at the torn pieces on the ground with a serious expression. The cold wind blowing from the alley blew her long hair, and the cold air kept getting into the gaps between her clothes and bandages. In this bone-penetrating cold air, It seems that the fear and despair of the two Annihilation cultists on their deathbed are still frozen.

The old guard's eyes gradually became serious, and he turned back to the cemetery. At the same time, he waved his hand behind him, and the heavy wrought iron gate creaked shut.

And... a weird smile?

"Inside the building?" After listening to the report from the minor, the priest immediately frowned and looked up at the building diagonally across the alley.

At that moment, a burst of slow footsteps suddenly came from the side, interrupting the conversation between Agatha and the priest.

This is the quality a veteran should have.

What kind of power can turn people into pieces like porcelain dolls?

"The enemy of our enemy is not necessarily our friend," Agatha shook her head. "What's more, they obviously have a tendency to hide their actions - they don't want to show up. This in itself is cause for alarm."

"There is no more news for the moment," the pastor spread his hands. "I have also arranged for people to go door to door to investigate the situation, including alleys further away, to see if I can find any witness reports of strangers. But Fireplace Street is a big place. Block, it is estimated that there will be no results in a short time.”

"Just those? What about the others?"

In front of the entrance to the cemetery, the old guard looked in the direction of the path for a long time.

Dao Anni's figure disappeared at the intersection, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He lit the candle at a specific location, added essential oils and herbal powders to it, blessed the entire desk with the scent of incense, and then placed the incense burner in the middle of the candlestick, constructing it according to the symbolism of the altar - he prepared this skillfully Everything, every action seemed to have been rehearsed thousands of times.

The child didn't fall this time.

Agatha frowned. He could see that the lips on the ceramic shard showed a suspicious arc, as if a reassuring and calm smile was frozen just as it was about to emerge - and this subtle arc was different from this one. The fear in the eyes appeared on the same face at the same time, making it look even more weird and terrifying.

Upon seeing this, Agatha immediately asked: "What's going on?"

Several guards are busy in the distance. The team that came here to deal with the scene previously blocked the entrance and exit of the alley. There are also people in several alleys in the distance investigating clues - the evidence collection work is proceeding in an orderly manner, but in Agatha's heart The confusion has not abated yet.