Deep Sea Embers

Anomaly 099-Doll.

This was the only content on the parchment, the only information Vanna carried after returning from the Tomb of the Unknown King.

The moment she saw those scribbled letters, Fan Na's expression was a little dull. She could feel that Bishop Valentine and several other figures beside her were also stunned, and after a short silence , the shadow of one of the saints suddenly said in a deep voice: "An existing 'abnormality' has been changed out of thin air... and it is outside the sight of the civilized world."

"It fell into the hands of the Lost Home," another saint immediately nodded, "Maybe that ghost captain did something..."

"But what kind of change will produce such a result?" The saint who spoke before seemed worried, "The difference between the doll's coffin and the doll's is not just a few letters... and this change directly touched the nameless In the tomb of the king, even the tomb guard suddenly summoned listeners to enter the tomb to convey this information..."

Several saints were seriously discussing in low voices, and their eyes finally converged on Fanna. Fanna had gradually recovered at this moment. With the help of Bishop Valentine, she stood up and looked at the only thing left in her hand. The piece of paper: "...I don't remember what happened in the tomb at all, I just remember walking in the tomb."

"It's normal to forget the experience in the tomb. It's your mind protecting itself. That's why you need the parchment and quill provided by the gravekeeper to record useful information," Bishop Valentine said slowly. Said, "But with these few words left on your parchment, the situation is... not quite right."

Fan Na stared blankly at her hands, and after a long time she muttered hesitantly: "Did I tear up the parchment myself..."

"Theoretically, it could only be you," Bishop Valentine looked at her, "There will be no one else in the tomb, and the tomb guards never interfere with the communication between the listener and the tomb owner, and the tomb owner will not communicate with you except to convey news." any redundant action."

Fanna was full of confusion, but before she wanted to continue speaking, a deep and solemn female voice suddenly came from the edge of the square, interrupting the communication of the saints: "The time for the assembly to end is coming."

The saints immediately stood up and looked towards the direction of the sound. Fanna also quickly adjusted her state, and looked at the figure at the end of the square that made the sound—a woman in fine clothes was standing quietly. There, watching the assembled saints one by one.

The female figure was not accompanied by any attendants, and she already exuded enough majesty and aura when she stood there alone. Her figure, like other "souls", also presented a black silhouette, but the black figure was more powerful than the other "souls". Everyone should be clear and solid, even to the point where the outline of the face can be vaguely seen, so that people can see that she is a graceful and luxurious woman.

Fan Na bowed her head slightly to the figure in awe.

That is the leader of the Church of the Deep Sea, the representative of the Goddess of Storms, Gomona, who sits under the Pope's crown in the Cathedral of Storms. This extraordinary being who has received divine grace is so powerful that her soul has undergone a qualitative change. Even in this psychic gathering place, the complete appearance of a "human being" can be vaguely presented.

You must know that even the "saints" whose strength is far superior to ordinary transcendents can only barely maintain the outline of a human being in this gathering.

Fan Na felt that His Majesty's eyes were on her.

"You have done a good job, Saint Vanna," the Pope nodded slightly, her voice was majestic but gentle, soothing Vanna's slightly depressed mood, "How much can the listener bring out from the tomb?" Information has always been an uncontrollable thing, and in many cases, the information brought out by the listener is not limited to the parchment."

"You mean..." Fan Na raised her head curiously and asked boldly.

"The less content remains on the parchment, the more dangerous the message conveyed by the owner of the tomb is. It is your spiritual warning that drives you to destroy the words you wrote in the tomb to prevent those dangerous truths. It has been made known to the public... It is enough to have this piece of information, it is enough for the Cathedral of Storms to use as a reference to draw up the next route, and to pray to our Lord for guidance."

Fan Na listened carefully to the Pope's words, and her mood gradually calmed down.

She knew that this was not a casual relief - His Majesty the Pope would not do such meaningless things. Since His Majesty said so, it meant that this matter had been approved by the Goddess to a certain extent.

She has brought enough valuable information from the Tomb of the Unknown King.

"Let's disperse first," the graceful and elegant lady said softly, "this gathering is over, and the Cathedral of Storms will carefully evaluate the signal conveyed by vision 004 this time——if necessary, I will issue a metaphorical order Or gather the saints again."

Fanna quickly regained her composure. She bowed in the direction of the Pope and saluted. Afterwards, her figure gradually dissipated in this chaotic and vast space, followed by the figures of other saints. One by one, the black figures disappeared from the square. , but in the blink of an eye, the silence was restored here again.

In the huge meeting place, only the simple and cracked stone bricks, the pillars supporting the chaotic sky, and the soul projection of the Storm Pope Helena remained.

The Pope, who was favored by Gamona, did not leave. After the assembly was dismissed, she still stood quietly on the square, looking at the open space in the center of the square motionless.

After some time, Helena suddenly turned her head and looked not far away from her - the air there was rippling like water waves, and in an instant, a tall and thin figure appeared in her sight.

The tall and thin figure seemed to be wearing a robe, and like Helena, his appearance was still vaguely recognizable—it was a serious and old man.

Immediately afterwards, another figure appeared next to the old tall and thin man. It was a short and fat old man with a vaguely recognizable appearance and a kind smile.

"Banster," Helena first nodded to the tall, thin, serious, old man, and then looked at the smiling, friendly, short, fat old man, "Luen—why, are you free? ? Don’t the Death Sect and the Academy of Truth not patrol the border?”

"The border has been stable in the near future, and reliable monitoring remains." The tall, thin, old man named Banster said succinctly.

"We have temporarily handed over the task of inspecting the border to someone reliable." The short and fat old man named Luen also nodded, "This time I mainly came to check on your situation... It seems that the civilized world It's not fair."

"The last time a similar situation happened in the mausoleum, it was also when the Church of the Deep Sea was on duty," Banster said blankly, "It seems like a hundred years ago?"

"Ask knowingly," Helena said lightly, "Of course the last time was a hundred years ago—that time I entered the mausoleum as a listener, and I was not the helm of the Cathedral of Storms at that time, I remember it very clearly. "

"That's right, you were the one who went in last time, and I remember it very clearly," the short and fat old man Luen stroked his beard and recalled with emotion, "You were also 'thrown' by the mausoleum immediately after you went in." After coming out, it took a long time to wake up after being dizzy, and just like the little girl today, the parchment you brought into the tomb was only a small note, and there were only a few scribbled letters on it... Helena, what else? Remember what message you brought out of the burial chamber a century ago?"

The helm of the Cathedral of Storms was silent for a moment, and then said softly: "I remember it very clearly - 'Vision 005-Lost Homeland'."

Lu En nodded lightly: "That's right, you were the first to bring back the news that the Lost Land had turned into a vision... and the letters you brought back were confirmed after just one month. , the phantom of the Lost Land roared past the edge of the death sect's necropolis, Banster, the unlucky bastard, watched the frigate he just built before he could cut the ribbon was swallowed up on the spot, leaving only the ribbon-cutting rope... "

The leader of the Death Sect, Pope Banster glanced at Lu En expressionlessly.

Helena didn't seem to hear Lu En's last few words, she just kept silent thoughtfully, and after a long time she spoke slowly: "Whether it's a 'doll' or a 'doll coffin', it's just An 'anomaly' ranked close to the hundredth place is incomparable with the fifth-ranked anomaly."

"There is no comparison, but you also know that the crux of the problem is not the information left on the note—it's the part that didn't stay, it's the part that can make the saint's spirit collapse, so that the instinct Driven by the 'truth' that it must be destroyed and buried in the tomb," the expression on Lu En's face finally gradually became serious, "The name of abnormal 099 has changed from a doll coffin to a doll, which in itself is not considered What, but the information related to it but concealed is the most terrible..."

"The only guess now is that this is related to the ghost ship," Helena said, "but a few days ago, I sought enlightenment from the Lord..."

Speaking of this, she suddenly stopped, then shook her head, as if she didn't intend to continue this topic.

"Why didn't Fram come?" She looked at the two figures in front of her, "Didn't he always like to watch the fun?"

"Frem and his Church of the Firebearers are busy with important things," the short and fat Luen said with a smile. "The leaders of the four major orthodox churches can't all gather here to join in the fun..."

"Important thing?" Helena frowned, "What is he doing?"

"I'm patrolling the border." Banster said succinctly.

Helena: "..."