Deep Sea Embers

Oops!

The moment he saw the distorted brilliance, the old guard realized that he had fallen into an extremely dangerous situation due to carelessness—in this bleak night, there was an unimaginable and indescribable existence that knocked on his door. The door, and what's more fatal, he had lit a powerful incense a few minutes ago in order to dig out the secrets from the souls of two cultists!

The incense is enough to create the dying illusion that the caster wanted in the mind of the deceased, and it can also greatly enhance the range of perception and mental acuity of the caster, which allowed him to successfully recover from the subtlest consciousness of the two cultists. The aura of the deep demon was discerned in the fluctuations - the side effect was that his spiritual vision was temporarily improved, so that at this moment he was almost defenseless to face the truth of the visitor.

Gorgeous and distorted starlight frantically surged outside the door, vaguely outlining a huge, giant-like existence, as if the ear-piercing screams of 10,000 roars superimposed were rampaging in the mind, each whistling seemed like Wanting to tear his own soul apart, the old guard stood there stiffly, and saw a starlight stretching towards him, and the front end of the starlight suddenly bloomed, as if there were countless eyes turning around inside.

Duncan looked at the old man holding a shotgun in front of him, and then looked behind the old man.

He saw the two dead bodies.

The cultist has been dealt with—the seemingly vulnerable old man in front of him seems to have strength beyond his expectations.

"It seems that the trouble has been resolved, that's great," Duncan smiled, nodded slightly and said, "I originally wanted to help, and I was worried that you would be in danger..."

While talking, he glanced down at his current state, and quickly added: "Ah, I know that I look a little scary and very suspicious now, and the reasons for this are very complicated-the situation is urgent, and I have to temporarily I used a body of poor quality, and now this body is gradually breaking down, but don’t worry, old man, I’m not a bad person..."

The humming rumble seemed to be mixed with human language, a few understandable words mixed with a huge amount of knowledge washed away all the senses, the old guard faced the star giant in an invisible storm, he realized, The other party is talking to himself.

The nameless person who visited on this winter night seemed to want to communicate with himself.

But he couldn't hear anything.

There is only one thing he knows very well - he is the guard of the cemetery.

He could not allow suspicious existence to remain in this land where the dead should rest in peace.

The old man's muscles were stiff, but he still slowly raised the double-barreled shotgun in his hand. Under the interference of tremendous mental pressure and disordered thinking, he aimed the gun at the "individual" who was as powerful as a god.

"Go away," he mumbled, and then raised his voice a little, "Go away! Don't disturb them!"

Duncan frowned.

But he quickly understood the fierce reaction of the old guard at the moment - after all, his appearance at the moment was not a good person.

The whole body was covered in black smoke, the skin was broken every inch, and half a catty of coal ash fell out in a moment of joy. The old man just pointed the gun at himself and did not fire immediately. This only proved that there might be no bullets in his gun...

"It's time for me to leave," Duncan nodded, and took half a step back, not minding the old man's fierce reaction at all, "I just came to confirm the situation."

He could feel that the collapse of this body had reached its limit, and his spirit projected from the Lost Land was gradually breaking away from this medium that was about to disintegrate.

"Today's first visit, the scene was quite chaotic, and many accidents happened," he said with a slight smile to the old guard, "But the conversation with you before was quite pleasant, and I hope that next time we can be in a more peaceful and stable place." See you in the environment, goodbye."

The spirit was withdrawn from the body, and the body that quickly disintegrated due to the death of the symbiosis demon was finally completely destroyed. After losing Duncan's forceful support, it fell on its back, and fell into a piece of dryness and fragments the moment it fell to the ground of coke.

The indescribable existence suddenly left, and actually left.

The old guard felt that the huge pressure and crazy noise in the spiritual world disappeared in an instant, and the chaotic starlight in front of him also disappeared in the blink of an eye, and a tinnitus with a sense of emptiness emerged. He raised his head amidst the persistent tinnitus Looking around, I saw the path in the cemetery meandering under the light of gas street lamps. The shadows on both sides of the path blurred and overlapped, as if there were countless silhouettes shaking and jumping, and the mortuary table near and far was covered with jumping limbs And creeping shadows, pairs of eyes blinking in the darkness, each pair of eyes seem human but not human.

He closed his eyes forcefully, silently recited the name of Bartok, the god of death, and opened them after a few seconds.

The weird scene in his vision still existed, but it was a little better than before. At least he could see more of what the real world should look like, and he could clearly see the boundary between the road and the morgue.

It's the reverberation of madness -- and the good news is that it's not permanently mad, nor is it outright mad.

The old guard looked towards the path and saw a strange pile of coke scattered on the side of the road, and then looked in the direction of the mortuary table in the distance, but it was difficult to see the real appearance there.

The pale twilight of the World's Creation illuminates the world.

The rich experience has turned into accurate judgment at this moment: I don’t know how long my crazy symptoms will last. In the case of losing the ability to judge and may deteriorate mentally at any time, continuing to go outside can only lead to unpredictable results-he even dare not Determine whether you aim at the living or the dead the next time you raise your gun.

The indescribable existence has left. From the perspective of the superior individual, it can be said that he has done nothing wrong here, which means that he may be some kind of friendly existence—so at least in a short period of time, the cemetery should not Invaded by something else.

No matter what to investigate next, we can only wait until the sun rises.

The old guard groaned for a while, turned back to the hut, quickly locked the door, and locked the window while fighting against the persistent dizziness and tinnitus. Holy oil, and poured it on the four corners of the room. After doing all this, he came to the center of the room, pushed the body that was still warm from the chair to the ground, sat on the chair, and Hanging a death emblem on his chest, holding the double-barreled shotgun, quietly waiting for the day to come.

...

In the captain's bedroom of the Lost Home, Duncan breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at his side.

Ai Yi was looking around with his head tilted, when suddenly he said: "Our soldiers are fighting the enemy... The situation is too bad for us!"

"Alice is fighting with something again?" Duncan listened to the movement outside, and could vaguely hear the clanging sound on the deck and the occasional exclamation of Miss Doll, but this sound had already become the voice of the Lost Country. So he didn't care about it, he just shook his head, "Let her go, it will stop after a while."

As he spoke, he moved his slightly stiff neck, raised his head and looked out the window.

It was not yet sunrise, and there was still only darkness on the boundless sea.

And at the end of that darkness is the direction of Frost.

His slightly hasty trip to the frost did not go well. Not only did he fail to find a body that could be used for a long time, he even failed to leave the cemetery in the end.

But if it doesn't go well, it doesn't go well, and I didn't get nothing from this toss.

Duncan recalled his experience in that cemetery and sorted out the information he had.

The Annihilation Cultists following the Holy Lord of the Deep... This is the most noteworthy part.

Four cultists, pretending to be the priest of the God of Death during the strictest curfew time, went to the cemetery to try to steal a corpse, and even took their lives for it... This is no small matter.

It is foreseeable that what happened in the cemetery after sunrise tomorrow will come into the sight of the Frost authorities and the local church, and cause a moderate shock among the church guards.

Of course, the "dead man" who climbed out of the coffin will also attract the attention of the local church.

That temporarily occupied body...

Duncan frowned a little.

This is another key point.

There was obviously something wrong with that corpse—not only because four Annihilation Cultists ran over at midnight to steal the corpse, but also because of the strange "self-disintegration" phenomenon of that body later.

Duncan looked at his hands.

He still remembers the scene when the body quickly disintegrated.

It is not the first time he has done this kind of thing of occupying the body, but it is the first time he has seen the strange disintegration phenomenon - in the sewer of Prand, the sacrifice that lost the heart no matter how bad it was, There has never been such a weird situation!

At the same time, Duncan still remembered a sentence that the cultist inadvertently revealed:

"This body is almost at its limit."

Those Annihilation Cultists obviously knew something, they had expected the disintegration of that body...

Duncan raised his hand and slowly stroked his chin.

While guessing the intentions of those cultists, he was also thinking about another thing.

Behind these unusual events...is there any connection with Morris's "friend who came back from the dead"?

(Thanks to Bai Yinmeng who embraced the motherland on the left and Kong Daijianxian Guyue on the right, today is double update~

In addition, from the end of this month to the 7th of next month, during the double period, ask for a monthly ticket~~

ps: After Yangkang, my thinking speed has obviously slowed down a lot, and my memory is not right. When I write a chapter, my thoughts will be interrupted several times. I have to go through it several times to ensure that the writing is at a normal level. Do you know how long this will last? Is this mild brain fog? )