Deep Sea Embers

The clues seem to be stringing together.

There are traces of pollution in the history of Plante. There is a distorted and closed space-time boundary in the small church in the sixth block. There is a strange subspace crack hidden on the icon of the Storm Goddess, and the subspace... can pollute and eliminate subspace. Everything outside space.

Shirley is one of the people who remembers the fire that year. When the fire burned, she should have died like everyone else, but inexplicably merged with a deep hound and survived. When everything was distorted by historical pollution, she retained the memory of the fire that year.

Now, Shirley was attacked by a group of final missionaries—these fanatics who worshiped the warp were insane and spoke absurdly, but they kept saying "correct history" and "loopholes".

Of course, Duncan would not believe the absurd "reasons" they said, and even listened to the "correct history" they said, but one thing is obviously not wrong-these cultists and the Pland city-state The phenomenon of historical disorder cannot be separated. The subspace power behind them is the culprit of everything, and those who remember the fire like Shirley... are the enemies in the eyes of this group of madmen who vainly try to pollute reality with wrong history.

But not everything was explained.

How did these lunatics suddenly discover Shirley's "loophole"? What is the relationship between historical pollution and the "black sun"? The black sun does not have the ability to pollute history, so what role did the "sun god" play in this matter? and most importantly...

Will Nina, the suspected carrier of sun fragments, also be targeted by these cultists?

Duncan stared coldly at the three final missionaries with crazy expressions, and raised his finger slightly - a cluster of dark green flames suddenly ignited on one of them, and this flame could be regarded as an "extraordinary item" The body of the cultist made him scream and curl up on the ground suddenly, and it also made the other final missionaries suddenly quiet down.

"Fire... blasphemous fire..." A cultist stared wide-eyed, even a follower of the subspace who is crazy and fearless of pain, even showed fear when he saw the green flame, "blasphemy , Blasphemy... blasphemy!"

"If you don't want to be burned, continue to cooperate with my question," Duncan said, setting fires everywhere on the deck, and the criss-crossing fire net surrounded the three cultists, roasting their spirits and bodies, " I ask you, how on earth did you pollute history? Did it start with Sixth Street?"

"We are bringing history back on track!" Even though they were intimidated by the ghost flames, the preachers still couldn't forget the rhetoric. One of them raised his neck and shouted loudly, "Sixth Street...Sixth Street Just a failed attempt, but that's nothing, nothing..."

Sixth Street just a failed attempt?

Duncan frowned immediately. The other party didn't answer honestly, but still revealed some crucial information!

First of all, the fire that year was really caused by these subspace followers, and it was not simply a fire caused by sun fragments in the world as he thought at first. Secondly, it seems that these cultists have not attempted to pollute history. Completely successful - the fire eleven years ago did not achieve the expected results!

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly thought of another key year number - 1885.

That was the number Fana found under the chapel, pointing to the year when the nuns of the chapel died in battle. In theory, it should also be the time when the church was invaded by subspace forces.

The fire broke out eleven years ago in 1889, four years after the nun died in battle.

In other words, it was only four years after the chapel was invaded that these last missionaries created the fire of 1889 - which they called a "failed attempt".

A timeline seemed to gradually become clear before Duncan's eyes.

"You guys actually failed twice," Duncan said with a sinking face, watching the final missionary who was being scorched by the ghostly flames, "In 1885, you invaded a small church and wanted to use it as the starting point to spread the enemy's attack. The pollution of history, but a nun ruined your plan with her life, and sealed the 'invasion' of that year and her own 'death' in the underground sanctuary;

"Four years later, in 1889, you carried out a second plan to create a fire in the sixth block where the chapel is located, trying to cover reality with a historical branch of 'the city-state was burned by fire', but failed again, then The fire was wiped out by an unknown force and failed to continue burning...

"Then you have been lurking in the city-state until today, looking for opportunities to continue this plan until you discovered Shirley's loophole. You thought that the failure of the plan back then was related to her survival, so you wanted to get rid of this 'hidden danger' first?"

The flames of the ghost were blazing, and finally the preacher curled up in the flames. Even the flesh that is not afraid of pain seems to be unable to resist the pain that directly burns the soul. However, this crazy person has no intention of answering the question. Grinning slowly, he looked at Duncan with a creepy smile.

"You don't need to answer, I can see the answer from your eyes—you are mocking and resentful, which means I am right," Duncan didn't care about the other party's provocation, but continued calmly, "Next, I will Just a question... What is your connection to that 'Black Sun'? The fire of 1889 was started by a fragment of the sun... did you make that fragment?"

Finally the preacher remained silent.

Duncan spread the flames to the other two, watching them curl up and twitch in the flames, but still didn't get a single word for an answer.

"If you don't tell me, then I can only guess," Duncan sighed, and waved his hands to disperse the flames - he has realized that this simple "pain" is meaningless to these fanatics embracing the subspace, Their bodies and spirits have long been mutated into inhumans, "I guess, you have a certain cooperation with those sun believers... No, maybe you have a cooperative relationship with the 'sun children' behind those believers? You help those sun children revive them The 'lord' of the world, and the way of recovery... is to call the sun from the 'history'?"

Looking at the few heretics who were still silent, Duncan only paused for a moment, and then continued: "In the early days of the new city-state, there was a city-state of 'Wilhelm' that no one knew about and only had a name. The last message left by the city-state to the world is that 'the black sun descends from history'... So, this is not the first time you have done this kind of thing, summoning the sun that should have been extinguished from history... So the call The process itself is the greatest pollution to history, right?"

When all the trivial clues are suddenly stitched together, when all the lines are gradually connected into one, those things that were once incomprehensible or even unimaginable have become imaginable facts, Duncan's imagination and memory are running at a high speed at this moment After running, those known, unknown, and knowable things gradually turned into clear tracks in his mind.

Of course, there are still many unexplainable problems in this-such as how this group of final missionaries hooked up with the Sun Sect, such as how they summoned the sun from history, such as those ordinary suns Whether the believers and priests know these secrets of the upper class, he still has no answer.

Moreover, even many of the things he thought of just now were based on speculation. If the few final missionaries in front of him didn't admit it, then he lacked key evidence.

The flames of the spiritual body on the deck gradually shrank, and finally there was only a circle of fire around the three heretics. Duncan stood in front of the flames, looking down at the few "preachers" expressionlessly.

"You shouldn't be the only ones who have sneaked into the city-state's final missionaries, right?

"Where are the others hiding? What are you planning to do next? Continue to eliminate the 'loopholes' you call? Or wait for an opportunity to cause greater pollution?

"Still refusing to answer?"

Duncan's questions were thrown one after another, and finally, one of the cultists finally moved his body.

The skinny lunatic slowly moved the corners of his mouth, looked up at Duncan, and said in a hoarse voice, "We are not hiding in the so-called city-state...we are hiding in this cursed and twisted history that should have ended long ago...it began it won't end...what the firebearer can't do, you can't do, 'Mr. Captain'..."

The corners of the cultist's mouth widened, his smile was chilling, his voice was low, as if bewitched and chilled: "I just saw that your humanity is so dazzling, where did you get it?"

Duncan's eyes suddenly changed slightly, he took a step forward, and his voice was majestic and suppressed: "What do you mean?"

"...have a nice day, Mr. Captain," the preacher seemed to have changed suddenly, from a crazy believer to a polite citizen. He slowly got up and sat hunched over on the deck On the ground, his eyes seemed to pass Duncan, scanning the huge and deserted Lost Homeland, "Ah... the promised land, the promised ark..."