Duncan bent down to examine it.
It was indeed the nun—the nun who had been talking to Duncan and Shirley not long ago and who was technically praying in the main hall.
But now she fell here, dead near the entrance to the underground sanctuary, and until the moment Duncan pushed the door open, she was pressing her body against the door.
It seemed that she was preventing something from intruding into the underground temple, but judging from her state before she fell, it seemed that she was desperately fighting against something in the underground temple, and she closed the door before her death to prevent that thing from entering the underground temple. ran out.
"It looks... almost like it just died..."
At this time, Shirley boldly came over. She poked her head behind Duncan and looked around. After two or three seconds, she cautiously spoke.
"Yeah, it looks like he died not long ago, and even..." Duncan said as he reached out and put his hand on the nun's arm, "There is even a temperature."
The corpse at the entrance of the underground church was still warm, and the blood on the scarred body had not dried up. This even gave Duncan a feeling, as if the battle in the basement had been over when he and Shirley had just stepped into the church. Still going on, the nun was still alive at the time, even... until he and Shirley started exploring the church, the nun was still breathing.
But this is impossible.
This church has been abandoned for eleven years, and a certain extraordinary vision that occurred in the city-state of Puland was also eleven years ago. If this church is really a "key node" on the curtain, then here Everything should have happened and ended eleven years ago. This nun who fought in the underground church until the last moment... couldn't possibly die now.
Duncan stood up slowly with a serious expression, looking towards the other side of the door.
The underground church of this community church is just as he thought, it is just a spacious basement. There are no lights in the church. Even the ever-burning oil lamps and gas lamps that are supposed to exorcise evil spirits have been extinguished. The only way to pass through it at this moment is A little light from the door illuminated the situation inside. In the darkness, you could vaguely see a statue of a goddess standing quietly in the center of the basement. On both sides of the sanctuary, there were columns with hanging scripture curtains and storage containers. A latticework of niches for sacred vessels.
Duncan stepped over the nun's body and looked for traces of the battle in the basement. He saw the dents on the walls and columns, as well as the pits made by bullets and the marks burned by the flames. They should all be left over from the battle.
But he only failed to find the "enemy", the "invader" that the nun fought against before she died.
He turned his head and looked at the Dark Hound who was following Shirley with his head lowered and looking around cautiously: "Agou, what can you see?"
"Signs of serious distortion of time and space... It seems that there is no 'overlapping reality' phenomenon like in the church on the surface here, but in fact the distortion of time and space is more serious than anywhere else," Agou said in a particularly serious tone. The only extraordinary expert in the "Human" team, its analysis is obviously much more organized than Duncan's wild guesses, "The entire underground temple in my eyes is shrouded in a layer of mist, and the wrong time and space has completely replaced reality, but …I didn’t find anything else except the phenomenon of space-time distortion.”
"Where are the 'invaders' who attacked here?" Duncan frowned, "That nun can't possibly be here fighting against the air, right?"
"...There are no intruders," Agou sniffed - although it did not have a respiratory system, "there is no breath of living creatures, nor the breath of deep demons or spiritual creatures."
Having said this, he paused and added: "Please believe my judgment in this regard. What the Deep Hound is best at is hunting. Distinguishing the scent of prey in the environment is the basic ability of a predator, unless... "
Duncan raised his eyebrows: "Unless?"
Agou looked around quickly, as if he suddenly became very cautious. He lowered his voice and came to Duncan: "Unless something in the subspace ran out... I can't track that thing, but if it really is You should be more familiar with things in subspace than I am..."
When Duncan heard this, his expression suddenly became expressionless: "Sorry, I'm so unfamiliar."
Agou quickly lowered his head: "You... if you say you're not familiar with it, then you're not familiar with it..."
Duncan thought for a moment. He knew that Agou definitely didn't believe what he said, but he was really not familiar with subspace. But on the other hand, Agou's words did remind him——
He recalled the crack he saw at a glance when he was observing the statue of the goddess in the main hall of the church, recalled the chaotic light and shadow leaking from the crack, and recalled the things he saw at the bottom of the Lost Home. Weird and strange phenomena.
Subspace...is something really coming out of subspace?
"If it is really something that escaped from the subspace..." Duncan frowned, as if talking to himself, "How could he directly break into the temple of the Storm Goddess? This should not be the most defensive place. Huh? And judging from the traces on the scene, it doesn’t look like the intruders entered from outside, but more like they appeared directly in the church and attacked outwards..."
"I don't know about that," Agou shook his head, "The secrets of the four major churches are the knowledge blind spots of the deep demons, and the subspace is a taboo recognized by the world. Even the horror demons will not pry into this secret. ——In fact, in my eyes, humans are a race even crazier than demons in this field. They actually dare to study subspace, and they haven’t had any trouble for so many years..."
"Humans have always been a very courageous race," Duncan said casually, and then looked at Agou, "But I am a little surprised. The deep sea is closely adjacent to the subspace, and you deep demons are more afraid of it than humans. Place? Isn’t subspace equivalent to the doorstep of your home?”
"It's not because people who live next to volcanoes like to drink lava," Agou explained to the boss with his head hanging down, "We live next to subspace, so we know better than humans how terrible it is to fall into it. "
Duncan was thoughtful and asked the question that he failed to ask last time: "...Is that why you, like humans, are afraid of the Homeless Ship returning from subspace?"
Agou shrank his neck and glanced at Duncan carefully, as if he was afraid that talking about this topic would accidentally anger the owner of the lost home in front of him, but he did not dare not to continue the topic started by the boss, so he could only Honestly: "Actually... it wouldn't be so scary if the Lost Home just returned from subspace. The key point is that the ship would 'fall' back from the real world from time to time in the first period, just like in the two dimensions. It’s like a space oscillation, constantly traveling back and forth between subspace and the real world..."
Duncan was just asking casually, but he didn't expect to hear such information, and his heart suddenly moved: "Shocking between the real world and subspace?"
"Yes, every time it penetrates directly into the spiritual world and the deep, enveloping everything it encounters along the way, like a rampaging cannonball," Agou said with obvious lingering fear, "I am even now I still remember a terrifying scene. The ship fell from the upper level like an eternally burning fireball. The flames were engulfed in screaming humans and the twisted hull. The dark demons who were fighting blindly fled in fear, but in the blink of an eye they were gone. Swept into the flames by the huge force, they instantly merged with those humans into a weird and twisted mass, and were torn into pieces before being scattered into the depths of the depths...
"The Lost Home smashed through all the dimensions and fell into the depths of the subspace. Then it emerged from under it two days later, and then... it did it again."
Agou said, swallowing hard, and there was a rough friction sound and the sound of corrosive substances surging in his throat.
"At that time, even some of the blind and dull deep demons stopped fighting for a short time. They stared blankly at the direction of the spiritual world every day. Fear even overrode fighting and became their new instinct... And I was at that time The group with the deepest imprint of fear.”
Duncan listened blankly, and after a while he finally said: "Then... I understand why you are so psychologically troubled."
Agou boldly looked up at Duncan: "Don't you...don't you know this?"
Duncan almost lost his composure - he knew something! It's not like he did this! Do you have to bear all this old blame by yourself? !
But no matter how big the complaint was, he could only mutter a few words in his heart. In front of Agou, he could only continue to keep a straight face: "...Maybe I didn't pay attention."
Agou: "..."
Seeing the profound hound's shocked look, Duncan sighed and had no choice but to add: "I'll pay attention to it in the future."
His tone was very sincere.
Agou was so moved that he didn't dare to move.
Duncan himself fell into a brief thought after this.
If what Agou said is true, it means that the Lost Home...had a period of time where it was completely out of control? It didn't simply return from subspace, but had been "oscillating" between the real world and subspace for a long period of time? !
(End of chapter)
