Deep Sea Ember

Chapter 39 The captain stepped on the ground

When the pigeon said this, it was as funny, humorous, and silly as ever.

But now it was a necromancer with ghostly flames burning all over its body, its translucent flesh and blood were flaming bones and tendons, and its cry was mixed with crackling explosions, like the howl of the wronged soul that leaked out when the gates of Hades opened.

Facts have proved that many times there is not such a big distance between the evil sect and the harmonious sect.

The spirit fire wrapped around Duncan was still burning, and he watched as the three cultists disappeared in front of his eyes, but he was not sure of the principle behind this process.

He only knew that this was the ability of "Ai".

After a few seconds, confirming that the three cultists really couldn't come back, he tilted his head slightly and asked the pigeon on his shoulder: "...... Where did you get them?

Ai patted his wings, combed his feathers that had turned into a translucent form with his mouth, and reacted for a while before suddenly saying, "Retreat into the shadows!"

Duncan frowned, he had already begun to learn to understand the true meaning of Ai's words: "...... You mean, you banished them to some kind of ...... Parallel space? Or do you want to make them untouchable?

The pigeon raised his head and looked at Duncan with two erratic eyes: "Coo!

It is now starting to pretend to be a real pigeon again.

But Duncan believed he had learned the truth, he pressed his finger on Ai's head, and then looked around the dimly lit "shelter" again.

In the flickering light and shadow of the oil lamp, everything in the small room was clear at a glance, the sun god believers who had once hid here had completely disappeared into this world, and now standing here there was only a ghost captain who had taken possession of the cultist's corpse and descended here, and his dove.

But in the dark, Duncan had a feeling - he seemed to feel that the three cultists were still here, right next to him, trapped in this room, in a dimensional crack that could not be detected or touched by any means.

He could even "feel" the cultists shouting and struggling in vain, feeling the despair of wanting to reconnect with the real world, but being permanently shielded from reality by an invisible barrier.

This feeling permeated the invisibility until one moment Duncan saw the evidence: in a certain shake of the oil lamp on the table, in a well-placed interlacing of light and shadow, he suddenly saw a mark on a nearby wall that looked like it had been left by a dagger s***h - but when he looked over again, the flame of the oil lamp shook again, and the trace on the wall disappeared without a trace.

That was the last contact of the three Sun believers with the real world.

Duncan exhaled softly and turned around and left the room with the pigeon.

Outside the abandoned lounge is a much narrower corridor than the sewer corridor I had seen before, with a deep and long corridor extending to both sides, one end leading to a fork in the road, and the other end connecting to a sloping ramp.

Even in abandoned areas, city managers clearly maintain the most basic maintenance of these underground facilities - at least, the gas lamps on both sides of the corridor are still on.

Duncan briefly judged the direction of the corridor, and then sorted out the route to the surface according to the fragments of memory remaining in his mind, and soon walked towards the sloping ramp.

He walked faster and faster.

A fresh air current appeared, a cool breeze blew Duncan's hair in front of him, and he heard some vague and distant sounds, what seemed to be the roar of some factory facilities on the surface running through the night, and the sound of waves in the distance...... It was the sound of breaking waves crashing against the coastal reefs at night.

Duncan almost trotted up.

After the spirit flame faded, the restored pigeon Ai flapped his wings on his shoulder and made a happy sound: "The times are calling! The times are calling!

Duncan stopped abruptly, and he stared into the pigeon's eyes: "Don't talk casually outside - normal pigeons can't talk."

Aye thought for a while and flapped his wings vigorously: "Aye captain!

Duncan was immediately surprised, for the pigeon had responded to himself correctly once, and he didn't know if it was a coincidence or something—but soon he stopped thinking about it.

He wants to prepare for the world.

In the memory of "devouring", this suspicious robe was only used on the secret ceremonial occasions of the sun god believers, placed on the streets of the city on the surface.

A fairly strict curfew was enforced in the city-state of Prade, and wandering at night seemed to be a very dangerous thing, and ordinary people had to hold a pass and report in advance if they wanted to go out at night - the cultist he possessed obviously did not have these legal formalities, so he had to avoid those night watchmen to move around the city.

The people responsible for maintaining order in the city at night are called "Guardians", they seem to be the armed forces of the Deep Sea Church, and in the devoured memories, the original owner of this body has a deep fear and hostility towards those armed priests......

Duncan quickly sorted out the memory fragments in his mind, because the memories inherited from a corpse, most of these fragments were messy and vague, he could not piece together the complete life trajectory of a "member of modern civilized society" from it, nor could he piece together all the information about the city-state of Prade, but even the most basic parts were enough to give him a rough idea in the next action.

He first took off his black robe before the ramp to the surface - under the black robe were normal clothes, and walking outside would not arouse suspicion.

He thought about whether he should burn the black robe, but the flames and smoke might attract the attention of the night watcher, so in the end he just rolled up the black robe and hid it in a corner near the ramp.

The Sun Amulet was also something that could cause trouble, but it could also contain valuable information, and after much hesitation, Duncan decided to take it away - he could use this talisman to test it again when he returned to the Lost Homeland to see if Ai could bring it back as well.

He can study this thing with confidence on the Lost Home.

He dealt with the traces of the black robe, and roughly processed his appearance, trying to make himself look like an ordinary citizen, not a distraught cultist hiding in the sewers—and only after doing all this did he step up the ramp.

The road ahead is not too far.

Duncan sprinted down the ramp, and the fresher air filled his chestHe could already clearly hear the sound of factories and waves in the distance, and a few minutes later, he even saw a cool light appear on the steps not far ahead.

He took a few steps forward, and the cold light finally enveloped him completely.

He came to the surface.

Solid, stable, the earth bathed in a pale shimmer.

Duncan's eyes widened, he saw a city, a city standing on the boundless sea, representing mortal civilization - the huge scars between the sky domes ran across the city, illuminating those rows of rooftops, towers and buildings further away, not far ahead of him was the slightly dilapidated fringe city, and on the higher ground farther away, many distant and magnificent buildings could be seen, that is the "Upper City" with the cathedral and city hall ”。

Duncan suddenly laughed, he didn't make a sound, but he laughed out of breath.

But after a while, he forcibly stopped laughing, he took a deep breath in the cold night breeze, and then strode in a certain direction in his memory.

Cultists also have their own "normal life", except for a few "priests" whose profession is to harm the common people, the Sun Church, like most other cults, relies on a huge number of ordinary people to support their own operation - most of these bewitched grassroots believers are poor citizens in the lower classes of the city, old people who lack attention, teenagers who are not deeply involved in the world, or like the body Duncan occupies now......

An ordinary person who is not paid attention to, is seriously ill, and runs a deceptive antique shop and struggles with life and taxes in the downtown area.

The terrible life of the antique shopkeeper named "Ron" is over, and his debt with an evil god has been written off with that last breath, but he still has a place in the world...... Duncan liked this position.