Deep Sea Embers

The man's heart finally gradually settled down.

He has escaped from the building eroded by the shadow of the warp, from those terrible mirrors and burning flames, and came to the assembly hall watched and blessed by the Lord, and now, surrounded by his trustworthy compatriots, swaying The lights convey reassuring power, and the encouragement and care of like-minded people are dispelling all panic and tension little by little.

Nothing terrible seemed to happen.

So, the man in the thick black coat took a long breath, then picked up the water glass that Duncan handed to him, and prepared to moisten his dry throat due to running all the way.

But as soon as he picked up the cup, seeing the rippling water inside, he felt a little uncomfortable, and a vague uneasiness rose from the bottom of his heart, so he put the cup back to its original place.

Obviously, this is the "sequel" of the terrible experience before, and he feels that it is best not to touch the drink in the cup for at least a few hours-if it is not possible, he will find a straw later.

"So what happened?" The withered, yellow-haired, sullen-faced cultist who just handed over the water glass next to him asked with concern, "What trouble did you encounter?"

Around the round table, other Annihilation Cultists also cast their gazes here, all with curious and serious expressions on their faces.

"That dream... the dream of the unknown man mentioned by the preacher at the end, has an intricate structure inside and is protected by a barrier," the man in the black coat sighed and said with lingering fear, "the entrance is not There is no 'Natural Appearance', I don't know how the other compatriots who tried to enter, in short, my side is blocked, even the sun residues are blocked, but this is not the worst, the worst..."

The man stopped suddenly, looked at the "compatriot" sitting next to him with some doubts, and frowned slightly: "Duncan, are you okay? I feel that your complexion is very bad..."

"Me? I feel good," the withered and yellow-haired "Annihilation Cultist" laughed, and there seemed to be a little hoarseness in the laughter, "You are too nervous."

"You are indeed too nervous, Duncan's face has always been sick like this," another person at the round table shook his head, "Go ahead and talk about what is the worst—ordinary situations will not make you There's that reaction."

"...Duncan Abu Normar, the cursed ghost who returned from the subspace," the man in black said with lingering fear, "he intervened in that 'dream of the nameless'."

The assembly hall was instantly quiet, as if an invisible wind of freezing had blown through here, making the air in the basement suddenly viscous and stagnant.

In this sudden, unbearable silence, the man in black felt a heavy pressure, but he quickly adjusted his mood and continued to speak: "I first met a very difficult psychiatrist, The psychiatrist broke through the "psychological secret room" I specially set up, and then in the open area of ​​the dream of the unknown, I met the even more troublesome "Sea Witch" - things are not too bad up to here, Those sun residues held up the witch's actions, but suddenly, Duncan Abu Normar appeared...

"That ghost messed everything up, those sun residues and their 'blood relatives' were totally vulnerable, the intelligence from the outside world was wrong, Duncan Abu Normar and the 'Sea Witch' weren't hostile at all—they were right in front of my eyes Communication, the relationship is far more harmonious than the outside world guesses.

"Do you still remember the news from Frost? I even suspect... The Lost Fleet has never been disbanded at all. The Bright Star and the Sea Mist have been secretly carrying out the order of the ghost from the beginning to the end, and this time I ...It just happened to break their secret, that ghost and his pair of children must also be paying attention to the 'Dream of the Nameless'..."

The man in black spoke quickly, his mind became more active than ever before, and the previous horrific experiences are now beginning to be reorganized and connected in his mind, supplemented by various information that has been secretly disseminated through various channels recently, and finally combined into one A very convincing, at least enough to convince his own chain of logic, in this statement, he felt that he finally straightened out his messy thoughts - and understood everything.

However, a solid gaze cast from across the round table suddenly fell on him, interrupting the man in black's statement.

"Wait," said the owner of that gaze. He is a gray-haired and dignified old man, his gaze is burning like a torch, and his deep voice carries a hint of the seriousness of a leader. The shadow of the subspace, and you have been targeted by him?"

"Yes... yes," the man in black felt a little nervous. Under the watchful eyes of the "messenger", he was instinctively afraid, but he still answered bravely, "He tracked me to the real world, and tried to use the mirror to invade My hiding place, but I found the law of his invasion of the real world and blocked those 'channels'..."

He said this quickly, and finally gradually felt the coldness in the eyes of the "messenger", and his dull and numb mind reacted accordingly, and he finally realized—the noise that has been lingering in his mind, and Invisible things jumping and wriggling at the edge of vision.

He stood up slowly, his muscles trembling slightly, and he accidentally bumped into the "compatriot" sitting closest to him - the latter raised his head and showed him a friendly smile, but the smile was deep However, there is an inexplicable taste hidden in it.

The man in black felt tense for no reason, and said hesitantly and nervously: "Duncan, you...why is your complexion even worse than before..."

The "Annihilation Cultist" with withered hair and a sickly face sighed and shook his head regretfully.

"Annihilation cultists——From a certain point of view, your peculiar 'symbiotic ecology' actually has a natural resistance to me, because the deep demons have very keen perception, and they don't have enough intelligence to weigh the pros and cons, so it only takes a short time. In time, these demons will collapse, and then, the 'carrier' transformed from you as materials will be destroyed, and in the best case, it can only take ten minutes..."

The "Annihilation Cultist" called "Duncan" spoke unhurriedly, and along with his words, a slight crackling sound came from all over his body, a person who was vaguely bound by chains The dark shadow seemed to be struggling to dissipate behind him, and his body was quickly covered with black cracks, and disintegrated and scattered little by little.

Duncan slowly opened his hands. The deep demon that lived with this body had died, and this body gradually turned into ashes.

"But the good news is that even in a short time, I still heard a lot of useful things."

That body was completely wiped out, and in the flickering yellow lights, countless black ashes were scattered silently.

The man in black looked at this scene in horror. In the short few seconds, he couldn't even tell whether it was fear, regret or anger that first rushed into his heart, and then he suddenly reacted and looked up. To the "messenger" sitting across the round table: "I'm guilty—"

"You are guilty."

The gray-haired "messenger" said expressionlessly, raised his hand and pointed forward. In the darkness, a soundless and invisible shadow suddenly appeared, and then disappeared into the assembly hall without a sound. In such a short moment, The "guilty" man in black had already lowered his head, and his body slumped on the chair.

After a few more seconds, the body quickly spontaneously ignited, and the black flames instantly devoured his flesh and blood, emitting bursts of disgusting smell.

The cultists in the assembly hall watched all this silently, and no one made a sound. It was not until the burning black ashes completely collapsed that a tall figure hesitated to break the silence: "Messenger, we..."

The person known as the "messenger" did not speak. The pale-haired cult leader just glanced at everyone in the room calmly, then got up expressionlessly, went to close the entrance of the assembly hall, and locked the emergency evacuation He used the hidden door, and then prayed in a low voice in front of the two doors—black thorns grew rapidly in his prayer, and sealed the door in the blink of an eye.

The skinny cultist who was in charge of leading the way for the visitors before saw this and immediately stood up: "Messenger! You are..."

"Duncan was one of the earliest members among us," the cult leader said calmly, his gaze swept over the two piles of black ashes beside the round table, "When do you think he was 'transformed'?"

The Annihilation Cultists in the room looked at each other, and finally came to their senses one by one, with horrified expressions on their faces after a sudden realization.

"He is among us," the emissary said slowly, returning to the round table, looking at the believers gathered here, "Any moment, any person, any face—he has already entered."

"What should we do?" Someone at the round table asked.

"From now on, don't discuss the secrets of our lord, and don't exchange information about the sect—as mortals, we are powerless to fight against the shadow of the subspace, but the lord will still witness our courage and tenacity, and we will never again Disclose any information to that ghost, no matter what kind of intimidation and temptation he wants to exert here..."

The "messenger" said slowly, and then he opened his hands, and continued to speak solemnly as if preaching——

"I will find a way to pass on the information about that subspace ghost, including his intrusion methods and bewitching power. At the same time, I will stay here with you. As you can see, I have sealed off all channel.

"Believers, the time has come to prove our loyalty to the Lord. Let us pray—in the deep kingdom, the Lord's blessing will make our souls live forever. All the suffering today will be paid in that eternal kingdom.

"Now, let's pray."