Deep Sea Embers

Start praying—to your Lord.

The brain in the crown of bones suddenly twitched, and the "Saint" suddenly felt great danger and terror from these words - it didn't know what the nature of this fear was, but the warning from the dark destiny was like It's like a huge mountain pressing down on its subconscious!

It struggled violently in an instant, and its strong will even broke through the layers of restrictions set by the witch in its body for a short time. The bone spurs on the edge of the bone cage began to make a clicking sound, and with this short-term restriction loosened, its perception He finally recovered further, and finally became aware of the surrounding environment—the familiar atmosphere of Holy Land Island.

It realized where it had been taken, and at this moment, heavy despair shrouded its already crazy and mutated mind like night!

"Holy Land!" The terrifying brain expanded and contracted violently, and the surrounding air trembled, sending out a layer of frantic roars, "Holy Land! You have defiled the Holy Land! You pagans... The Lord will punish you, and all of you will be punished." Can’t run away!”

Duncan and Lucretia just looked at the furious "Saint" with expressionless expressions. After a moment, Duncan raised his right hand, holding a ball of flame in his palm. Wisps of flames dropped to the surface, part of which spread towards the dark stone door, while the other part spread silently to the saint's feet and began to burn slowly.

It wasn't until the flames began to spread that Duncan broke the silence: "Two things. First, your 'holy land' does not need to be defiled by others - your stupid compatriots dug through the surface and awakened the flesh and blood of the ancient gods. They have now got their wish." 'The soul has returned to the Holy Lord', in every sense of the word.

"Secondly, I don't care what your Lord thinks about this matter, but I do have something to talk to your Lord about - so start praying. This may be the only time in your life that you can really do something for' Holy Lord Netherworld's opportunity to share your worries, and from a personal point of view... this will make you feel better in the next thing."

The flames spread, and the green spiritual fire gradually climbed up the huge black stone door. The flames seeped into the ravine on the stone door like water, burning on its surface, making the entire door seem to come alive. With a trembling and shaking illusion, another flame ignited the bones and limbs of the "Saint" and began to burn towards its whole body!

A kind of fear that burned away the soul swept through the monster's mind. The latter struggled hard for an instant, but the witch's restraint suppressed all its resistance in the blink of an eye. It could only watch the flames spread, but compared to the body The pain he felt, and another more terrifying and darker "touch" made him extremely desperate——

It felt that it was establishing a connection with the dark stone door. A "connection" that was deeper and more difficult to understand than physical contact was taking shape. It felt that it was gradually becoming a part of that door and becoming the person behind it. Part of the world - its consciousness, its memory, all its rationality and things that can be used to maintain "self" are turning into the... data of that door...

In the trance, there was a hollow voice echoing, a weird low humming sound. On the edge of the crumbling consciousness, the saint felt that his personality part stood up again from this deformed and twisted body. I feel my hands and feet, the texture of my breath, and the sound vibrating my eardrums—those human parts that I once voluntarily gave up seem to have returned to this world in an illusion.

"Pray to your Lord..."

A voice vibrated and echoed in his consciousness, causing him to raise his head in a trance and confusion. However, the resistance in his subconscious was still there, which made him grit his teeth and try hard to get rid of the influence of that voice - but the voice was still there. It was constantly coming, trembling in all directions, even trembling in his own subconscious——

"Pray to your Lord..."

He raised his eyes in the darkness and saw the majestic black door standing in front of him, like the beginning and end of all things. The surface of the door rippled like ripples in a pool of water, and in the rippling light, he saw To countless blurry and broken images——

He once studied in the city-state, and was busy walking through the streets like an ordinary person. He longed for many things, and was swallowed up by a greater emptiness the moment he got them. In his wanton indulgence, he noticed the falseness of the body, Gaining brief enlightenment in the baptism of blood - he saw his first victim, a young body lying quietly in the bloodletting tank, undergoing the last twitch, and he saw his last A victim. Only a pair of eyes filled with fear and despair remained in the wreckage that was no longer human. The eyes reflected a powerful body that had transcended the mortal body...

And all of this is gradually being swallowed up by the black door - everything about him as a human being, everything that is not human, everything he has experienced, everything he has escaped... is gradually being uploaded to the source...

"Pray to your Lord."

Next to the black door, a giant full of starlight looked down. The giant had no facial features. Countless dazzling rivers of stars flowed through his body. The dazzling star clusters and dim cloud belts outlined his indescribable face. He bent down slightly, A tentacle-like star river extends and flows in front of the saint's eyes. The front end of the tentacle's flickering starlight opens silently, and countless eyes flicker and blink in the starlight, examining the saint's soul.

Next to the starlight giant, the black door slowly opened, and a being with a majestic main body like a tower and surrounded by countless huge tentacles was casting a glimpse of the world.

Why refuse to pray? The Lord is there... and He casts millions of merciful glances.

The great emotion pried open the saint's heart - he finally forgot where he came from and what he wanted to do. He bent down in front of that majestic existence, then crawled to the ground, whispering softly: "Lord... "

Green flames rose into the sky, and the dark stone door instantly turned into a slightly rippling dark mirror - in the undulations of the mirror, one could vaguely see a vast world deep in it.

Duncan turned his head and saw the shriveled black wreckage burning quietly in the open space in front of the black door. Its vitality had faded, but the remaining parts of the wreckage... seemed to be able to burn for a long time.

"Saints are indeed more resistant to burning."

He sighed casually, and then turned his gaze to the "black door" that was rippling like a mirror - on the opposite side of the door, the auras of Shirley and Agou were still moving, and they were becoming clearer.

He took a step forward and touched the dark mirror surface with his fingers. The latter rippled, but there was no feeling from his fingertips.

It was like a phantom.

"Is this the door to the deep sea?" Morris couldn't help but come forward, frowning and saying while carefully observing the black door, "It looks... somewhat similar to the 'crack' opened by the deep demon, but Significantly more stable..."

"Essentially, this is a crack opened by the Deep Demon - that saint is already a Deep Demon, and of course it has the ability to open a passage to the Deep Sea," Duncan said casually, "All I did was open the door after it After that, the crack was forcibly fixed, and using the nature of the 'connection point' in the cave, the door was positioned as close as possible to Shirley and Agou - now I can feel that the two of them are on the opposite side. somewhere."

As he spoke, he looked at Alice beside him, as well as Maurice and Lucretia opposite, and he had plans in mind.

"Alice, you come through the gate with me, and Maurice and Lucy, you stay outside."

"Don't you need me to go in with you?" Lucretia immediately said worriedly.

"No," Duncan shook his head, "I didn't go to fight, I just wanted to find someone and talk to Holy Lord Yousui. It doesn't matter if I bring one more person or one less person - but I need to stay on this side of the gate. People guard it.”

Having said this, he paused and added while thinking: "This crack will be open for a long time. Before we return, there will be a deep demon who is aware of this passage, and then something will run out of the gate - —So you and Maurice need to stay here. And not only this gate, but the entire Holy Land Island may also undergo some changes because of this rift, so you have to inform Vanna and the people from the Deep Sea and Death Church. Next There will probably be a lot of 'guests' around here until the gates close."

After listening to her father's arrangements, Lucretia's expression gradually became serious and she nodded lightly:

"I understand—Mr. Morris and I will guard this place."

Duncan nodded, said nothing more, just turned around and waved to Alice.

"Hold me and don't let go." He whispered to the puppet who followed.

Alice nodded immediately, reached out and grabbed Duncan's arm tightly, but a smile appeared on her face - there was no nervousness in the smile, but she looked very happy, as if... she was not going to a place that would be normal to ordinary people. A scary and terrifying place, but to go on an outing with the captain.

"Aren't you afraid?" In front of the undulating black mirror, Duncan noticed the smile on Alice's face and couldn't help but ask softly.

Alice smiled happily: "Don't be afraid!"

"good."

Duncan nodded and took the puppet through the black door without hesitation.

A strange feeling came over me.

It was as if I had stepped through a layer of illusory fog, without any hindrance or discomfort. Only a slightly cool breath emerged quickly and then subsided. It was only a short moment, but it seemed as if I had crossed an infinitely long tunnel in the blink of an eye - —

Alice's eyes widened in surprise. She held the captain's arm tightly and saw many streams of light flashing in front of her eyes. But compared to those wonderful streams of light, she was more surprised that she seemed to "hear" some sound.

While passing through the "tunnel" and heading to the other side, a voice came directly into her mind——

"Verification of identity, ￥#@￥\u0026%\u0026...passed;

"Verification of identity, LH-03, Pilot 3, passed."

(Book recommendation time, from group friend Tata, the title of the book is "Sand Planet and Iron Oasis", the genre is a road novel, emmmmm... According to the author's own recommendation, it is a white-haired lolita driving a huge vehicle on an adventure in the desolate end of the world. s story?)