Deep Sea Ember

Chapter 40 "Landing"

Vanna woke up from a grotesque and chaotic dream to find that the night was still dark outside the window - the cold and pale light of the Creation of the World shone on the windowsill depicting the runes of the deep sea, appearing peaceful and quiet.

However, the scene in that grotesque dream was still clearly reflected in her mind -

a ship, a large ship burning with green ghost flames, coming from the junction of the sea and the sky, like a mountain that had been crushed over the entire city-state of Prade, and in the ghostly flames, there were countless shouts and desolate songs roaring in unison, It was clamoring as if it was about to turn the whole world upside down.

And at the same time as this giant ship descended, she saw a scorching sun rising in the depths of the city-state of Prade—not the sun that the world knows and bound by ancient runes, but a blazing celestial body like the "ancient sun" described by those sun believers.

The cathedral of

the Deep Sea Church stood quietly in the center of the purgatory of the living fire and lava city, and she prayed to the church in a dream, hoping to receive guidance from the storm goddess......

Vanna sat up from the bed and came to the window in her pajamas, she glanced at the "creation of the world" in the still calm city and sky outside, but the irritability in her heart became more and more boiling.

After a moment, the young inquisitor retracted her gaze towards the city, she came to the dresser near the bed, and casually pulled open a drawer -

in the drawer of the

dresser was a dagger, a curved ritual dagger, and the runes symbolizing the Church of the Deep Sea shimmered at the base of the dagger's blade, as if it was being stimulated by an inexplicable force to produce "resonance".

Vanna's gaze lingered on the flickering runes for several seconds before she used the blade to cut a wound in the palm of her hand, and as blood oozes out, she placed her hand across her chest and whispered the name of the Storm Goddess in an attempt to seek the guidance of the gods.

However, for some reason, she only heard some illusory waves roaring, and the "psychic induction" state that could be easily entered in the past has not moved today.

It was as if an invisible curtain suddenly enveloped her, cutting off the connection between her and the storm goddess Gemona.

Vanna's brows furrowed little by little.

The connection between believers and gods is disturbed, which is very rare, but not unimaginable - the mapping relationship between subspace and the real world is difficult and complex, and it is impossible to understand it with mortal wisdom, even the power of the gods will sometimes be affected by the subspace, the deep sea, and the spiritual world. It is also possible for certain believers to suddenly not hear the voice of the gods in extremely rare cases.

But the storm goddess Mona...... It shouldn't be.

The boundless sea surrounds mortal civilizations, the power of the storm goddess runs through all dimensions and affects the entire reality, all gods may lose contact with the real world, even the god of death occasionally leaves loopholes like "revivers", but only the storm goddess...... Impossible.

This is one of the reasons why the deep-sea church can become the most powerful church on the boundless sea.

Is the problem with you?

Vanna naturally began to doubt her condition, but she looked at her palm and saw that the wound she had just cut had begun to heal quickly.

The blessings sent down by the goddess are still there, and there is no delay in taking effect.

Vanna recalled the noisy and grotesque nightmare before, and the ominous signs she had seen in the past many days.

There must be a connection between all of this.

Ghost ship burning with green flames...... Ghost Ship ......

Vanna quickly recalled and compared the occult knowledge she had mastered in her mind, and then her eyes suddenly became serious.

She was not an expert in the field of navigation, and she had little contact with the absurd and strange stories that circulated among superstitious sailors, but even in the orthodox church texts, a ghost ship occupied a special place.

It was an ominous ship returning from subspace, captained by Duncan, the terrifying captain who caused the border collapse and devouring the Thirteen Islands of Viseland a century ago.

Vanna suddenly got up from behind the dresser, but then she remembered that it was late at night, and the cathedral's archives, like any other library, were closed at night.

And from a security point of view, it was best for her not to talk to anyone about the dream in the hours that ended the "Omen Dream" - if the dream really pointed to the "Captain Duncan", then he was very likely to perceive the mortal talk about himself in reverse through the connection established by this dream.

After all, it was a ...... "ghost" that could return from subspace.

The best way to do this now is to wait patiently, wait until the sun regains its dominant position in the world, until the connections established by dreams gradually dissipate, and then go to the archives to consult relevant information, or talk to the archbishop in the church about these ominous omens.

In any case, if these ominous dreams really point to the "Captain Duncan", really reminding her that the legendary Lost Homeland is eyeing Prade, then as the guardian of the city-state, she must stop the terrifying ghost captain from docking at all costs......

……

A tall and thin black shadow quickly walked through the deserted streets of the lower city, and the slender figure cast a flashing silhouette under the gas lamp.

Completely unfamiliar cities, completely unfamiliar buildings, plausible memories in my mind, and civilian neighborhoods that seem deserted and strange during curfew.

However, Duncan walked in such a bad alley, and he was in a particularly happy mood.

He succeeded—not only did he succeed in walking the spirit world for the second time, but he also succeeded in controlling a body to the surface, to the surface of the city-state of Prade.

He is in contact with the civilized society of this world, and he is observing with his own eyes the architecture and technology of this era.

And he still uses a complete body - neither open-minded nor open-minded, which looks normal from the outside, which can make his next actions very convenient.

Frankly speaking, the health of this body was actually not very good, even if most of the problems in the body could be ignored in the state of walking in the spirit world, Duncan could clearly feel the sub-health state of this body, but he had no complaints about it, and even took it for granted.

After all, judging from the experience of these two times, walking in the spiritual world occupies a corpse within a certain period of time after death—but can anyone who is alive and jumping around be a corpse?

A distant barking of a dog came from the end of the alley, and Duncan slowed down cautiously, hiding himself in the shadows between the cracks in the building.

He didn't know if it was a patrol dog led by the church guard who was on night patrol, but there was nothing wrong with being cautious.

Above the nearby buildings, huge pipe structures spanned the low houses, and the light cast by the "pale scars" sprinkled intermittent light and shadow between those pipes, and occasionally steam leaked out from between the valves of some pipes, creating a hazy mist in the night.

The dog barking went away.

Duncan walked out of his hiding place, observed the movement on the street left and right, and then casually comforted the pigeon Ai, who was moving around on his shoulder, and then followed his memory to the other side of the street.

Between a row of low two- or three-story buildings, there was an old door, above which hung a dirty sign, and on the walls on both sides could see gray and unmaintained windows - this was a shop, which looked not small in scale, but was obviously unmaintained, and the business was bleak.

This is where the fragments of memory in his mind guide Duncan to his point.

He came to the old door, looked up at the sign on the door, and a row of letters was vaguely recognizable in the darkness:

"Ron Antique Shop," Duncan muttered in a low voice, "It's a concise name......"

After saying that, he searched for it at the door, Because the memory in the mind is notIt was clear that he had rummaged for a long time before finding the spare key on a hidden hook under the windowsill.

The original owner of the body did not carry the keys with him, nor did he carry anything that could identify him or be used to find the antique shop, which seems to be the discretion of a veteran cultist—but to a ghost captain who can steal memories, these superficial prudence is meaningless.

Duncan opened the door of Ron's antique shop, dodged in, and quickly closed the door.

The wooden door made a bang, but the sound did not go far in the night, the sign hanging above the gate was slightly crooked in the vibration, the letters on the sign wriggled in the pale and cold night, and in the blink of an eye, new words appeared on the wooden board -

"Dunkin' Antique Shop".