Deep Sea Embers

Ashes are easily assimilated by Ashes

The young nun's words made Vanna slightly stunned. In this brief moment, she felt that something in her mind seemed to be slightly loosened. But just when she was about to ask something more, the nun in black skirt in front of her Suddenly he showed her a faint smile, and then turned into a piece of ashes drifting in the wind in front of her.

"dingding

The familiar sound of knocking came from nowhere, and then, Vanna felt another breath appearing in the church. She suddenly followed her perception and looked around, but only saw a hazy figure. The dark shadow was standing at the door of the church.

Then, the black figure slowly walked towards her - with each step, the outline of the black figure became clearer. She finally saw clearly that the black figure was a man with a slightly stooped back, wearing a Chen Richang Church uniform. old priest.

The old priest was holding a not very bright lamp in his hand, and his palms had a metallic texture in the light. He seemed to have lost his arm in a battle many years ago and replaced it with a steam-powered arm. With his prosthetic limb, he slowly walked towards Vanna, but his eyes never fell on the latter - those slightly sunken eyes seemed to be staring further away.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity suddenly came over her, and Fanna couldn't help but get up from the bench and face the strangely familiar figure: "Hello, may I ask where this is?"

The old priest finally stopped, his eyes still looking at somewhere behind Vanna, and said calmly: "You have entered the wrong branch of history. The judges quickly found a way to leave here one by one. After you also become The ashes here were no longer distinguishable."

"He can't tell the difference anymore? Who is Pao?" Fanna asked subconsciously.

"The god who records history," the old priest said softly, and with the sound of words, his figure began to quickly turn into ashes scattered by the wind, leaving only vague sentences floating into Vanna's ears, "Everything will... Flow to the final chaos

A wisp of slightly warm ash was blown by the invisible wind and passed over Vanna's fingertips. The moment she touched the wisp of ash, Vanna was suddenly startled!

She still couldn't remember her past or what kind of place this place was, but she noticed the warning in her heart that she couldn't continue to sink here and she had to find a way out!

The next second, she suddenly stepped towards the church door.

The door of the church was ajar. Vanna pushed it open, and the boundless night suddenly filled her vision. She didn't know when the day had ended. Night had ushered in this boundless desert, and the scorching heat had left the sand. As the sea receded, the cold wind at night began to dominate this forgotten piece of yellow sand. The wind blew chaotically from afar, picking up sand and dust like fine blades and whizzing past. The sand slapped against the surrounding ruins.

It also slapped on Vanna's arms and cheeks, sending a sharp sting.

The skin that was strong enough to withstand small-caliber ammunition was scratched by the sand blown up by the wind. Fanna looked at her arm in surprise. She saw that there was no blood flowing out of her wound, but there was something like black smoke. Fine ashes floated out from inside, constantly escaping into the air as if being absorbed by the entire world.

She is being "absorbed" into the world

At this moment, she instinctively thought of a plan to retreat to the church temporarily, but the next second, she remembered what the unknown nun and the old priest said to her, and warning signs suddenly appeared.

Sinking in a shelter is far more dangerous than facing these winds and sands - a stable place will wear away one's own will and dissolve one's own existence at a higher efficiency.

Leave this city first. These "relics" standing in the desert cannot provide any protection in the wind and sand. On the contrary, their existence itself is dangerous. This is counter-intuitive. Perhaps it is safer in the desolate yellow sand -

Numerous thoughts flashed through Vanna's mind in an instant, but she did not hesitate in her actions. After simply using her tattered cloak to block the wind and sand, she took steps and strode towards the exit of the city in her memory.

The yellow sand around her undulated and squirmed, as if something had been disturbed. It might also be that this city had not allowed "leaving" from the beginning. From the corner of her eye, Fanna suddenly saw something poking out of the sand. , the next second, a hand tightly grasped her ankle.

A human body made of sand emerged from the yellow sand and grabbed Vanna like a soulless evil corpse. It crawled on the ground,

The constantly flowing and deformed face suddenly raised its head and let out a series of indistinct roars and words!

However, the arms made of sand could not stop Vanna's steps at all. She took a sudden step and broke the "sand man"'s blockage. Then she stepped on the ground hard, followed by a loud noise and a violent shock wave. Then he tore into pieces the body crawling on the ground and dispersed a large area of ​​yellow sand around him.

In the dust and mist that was flying away, Fanna saw something exposed from under the yellow sand. It was a stone pillar that had been buried for an unknown number of years. A line of text could be vaguely engraved on the stone pillar: "Wilhelm The black sun descends and we fail

The stupor only lasted for a moment, but Fanna did not hesitate in her actions. She forced aside all the thoughts that suddenly appeared in her heart and continued to run forward without hesitation.

The wind suddenly howled, and various sounds came from the air. Those vague and layered noises seemed to be the hawking of countless vendors, as well as the sounds of pedestrians, carriages and horses.

In the ruins of the sand city at night, countless lively sounds surrounded Vanna. An invisible bustling city was waking up beside her. She could almost imagine the lively, prosperous and vibrant scene around her at this moment. She imagined a city that was still full of energy in the night, and at the same time, she saw lights appearing in the distance out of the corner of her eye.

Dots of lights lit up in the ruins of the city, and light sources floating out of thin air appeared among the broken and crumbling ruins. They looked like lights from street lamps and shop windows facing the street, and there were also lights floating higher up. Just like thousands of lights from residential buildings.

This scene is just like after the city was destroyed or even completely forgotten, the lights that once lit up in the city still persist in their place and remain in the memory of history. Whenever night falls, they are still there. Will light up where it once shined

The city outlined by the lights woke up in the night. The lights illuminated the broken bricks and collapsed stone pillars covered with yellow sand. Many vague figures appeared in the lights, coming and going, making vague noises. Clear voice.

Vanna held her sword and passed through these phantoms. No matter what illusions were around her, she ran forward with a clear goal, without any pause or hesitation.

But her body was still being uncontrollably assimilated and devoured by the invisible ashes around her, and her wounds were increasing. Even when there were no grains of sand scraping against her body, her body seemed to be cracking and damaged. , the black smoke and ashes continued to escape from her body, and every time they escaped, she heard the surrounding sounds and saw the surrounding scenes more clearly.

After a certain moment, she suddenly heard a clear conversation, the voice was right next to her ear, and it even seemed to be talking to herself -

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"Have you heard? The Thirteen Islands of Wesselan disappeared. The message came from the north a few days ago. That terrible ship opened a rift leading to the subspace."

Vanna ignored the voice in her ears. She waved her arms, and the strong wind blew away the surrounding sand and dust. In the sand and dust, another broken leaflet appeared out of thin air, and was blown by the wind and flew past her eyes. But there was a familiar face printed on the flyer.

It was a wanted poster. Tyrion Abnomar's face appeared on the flyer, and below the portrait was a series of astonishingly large numbers with countless zeros. It was more like a sign for expression than the amount of the reward. A deliberately scary joke "This person is infinitely dangerous".

Another rhythmic music suddenly came from the night, and a huge crowd seemed to appear at the end of the distant street. Fanna heard someone shouting something there, and she vaguely heard the sound of "Hanshuang" The new Queen, Her Majesty Leigh Nora, will be crowned today. May we bathe in the Queen’s glory, be protected by her, and be loyal to her.

Immediately afterwards, various voices came again, various relics appeared, and various information seemed to surround Vanna consciously. On the other side of the road, it was the Frost Queen Leigh Nora. The day he was crowned king was at another intersection, the day of the Frost Rebellion. On the street below, people were discussing the wanted order for the former Frost General Tirian, and on a high platform not far away, a A great historian was giving a speech to the crowd about the relics from the ancient city-state era. He was one of the most important discoverers of the ancient city-state era, but Fanna didn’t know him.

And in front of her, a figure suddenly emerged from the wind and sand. It was a man in tattered clothes, unbalanced manner, and a dazed look in his eyes. He was holding a crumpled paper roll and a pencil stub in his hand, dazedly. He stood there, seemingly frightened by his surroundings.

He kept bending down to salute those around him, as if he was stopping passers-by to inquire about something. He pouted, and occasionally shouted suddenly, as if he was crazy.

Fanna quickly walked past this figure, but suddenly stopped. She heard this man in tattered clothes and holding a pen and paper constantly asking passers-by about one thing: "Excuse me, what year is this place? Who knows how old I am now?

Fanna immediately looked at the man who looked a little delirious, but saw that the latter raised his head and looked here almost at the same time. "Hello, my name is Puman." The crazy man waved his arms, even though his behavior was unbalanced, His eyes were dazed, but he still remained polite and polite, "I'm dreaming again, but this time I can't find the exit. May I ask what year it is this time?"

Pullman, the famous "mad poet" Pullman?

Vanna was in a daze for a moment, and the next second, she saw the man who called himself "Puman" disappear into the wind and sand again.

Only the crumpled paper roll and pencil stub he had held in his hand fell to the ground.