After some serious thinking, Duncan decided not to reveal his identity for the time being. After all, he now knew the details behind the glorious record of the Lost Home.
Half a century ago, "he" sank the largest religious gathering place of the Death Church, and he did so in the most terrifying way, dragging it directly into the subspace.
Calculated, it was roughly equivalent to blowing up Purande in front of Gemona, so much so that the ashes flew up.
He thought that if he said the words "Captain Duncan" at this time, the group of people outside the coffin might not shout slogans and be martyred on the spot - but by then he would be too late to say anything.
After all, he has seen the ferocity of loyal believers. Back then, Fanna didn't have any deep grudge against him, but she could do a jump attack when they met. The relationship between the Death God believers in front of them and the Lost Home was a century old. blood feud...
But Duncan's embarrassing avoidance had another meaning in the ears of Agatha and the old guard.
The young gatekeeper and the old cemetery guard exchanged glances subconsciously.
"This is some kind of protection," the former whispered. "There is power in a superior name."
The latter nodded slightly: "Friendly existence, at least for now."
Then Agatha calmed down, her eyes fell on the coffin again, and at the same time she had a subconscious doubt: Why does this visitor always choose to use the dead as a "medium" to contact the real world? Does this mean that the other party is a being with power in the realm of death?
But just now, while he was walking in the spirit world, he suddenly felt something strange.
"Shadows?" The gatekeeper frowned, and then thought of the riots that occurred in the cemetery before, and immediately reacted, "You mean these Annihilation Cults? Their activities..."
"What did you say...?" The gatekeeper's calm expression finally lost control for the first time. This was not included in the many plans he had conceived before. "The power of the Netherworld Holy Lord?! is spreading beneath the city. ······What does this mean?”
However, despite the doubts in his heart, the gatekeeper did not show it, but asked in a calm and decent voice: "What is the purpose of your visit?"
One of the larger pieces of debris broke away from the surrounding debris like a canoe, and on this piece of debris, an almost unrecognizable burly body suddenly twitched twice.
Jumping directly from the Annihilation Cult to the Holy Lord of the Netherworld behind them... the seriousness of this matter is completely different!
This body was wrapped in broken military uniforms, and there were shocking marks left by the flames all over the body. The hair on its head had been burned off, and its entire face was beyond recognition. Its left hand was abnormally twisted, and it had obviously been affected by some kind of The huge impact broke off his body, and his legs were even more twisted and deformed, with the skin and flesh torn apart.
The young gatekeeper didn't think of much for a while, but the old gatekeeper who had personally experienced a certain era suddenly thought of something.
He knew that his nervous system had probably collapsed, all his internal organs were rapidly failing, and the last bit of adrenaline was doing its best to keep his brain functioning. He had not survived - he was just not dead yet.
The old guard spoke slowly and softly: "You'd better go now."
This is a shocking injury, but this body... is still alive.
While the two of them were stunned in the cemetery, Duncan returned to that strange space of darkness and chaos.
As the chaotic pain spread throughout his body, the organs in his chest seemed to be torn to pieces by a rusty saw, but all these feelings were mixed together in a strange numbness, making it almost impossible for him to distinguish each feeling. Where does it come from on the body - it's not even possible to tell whether one's own limbs are still connected to one's torso.
Duncan leaned over and stared at the "star".
He stopped mid-sentence.
He could barely see the wreckage floating on the sea in the distance, and could judge from this that the Petrel was completely destroyed and the main structure of the ship should have sunk into the sea by this time.
However, as the god of death
A high-level priest, he has never heard of such an existence in the realm of death - one incarnation and one encounter can drive a veteran-level cemetery guard into temporary madness. It is impossible for an extraordinary individual of this level to exist in the realm of death. There are no traces in any classics.
Under the cold glow of the Creation of the World, a tall young woman wearing a blue coat and holding a cane appeared on the edge of the floating wreckage at some point.
"They can't be called shadows yet. The real shadows are behind you," Duncan said unhurriedly. He knew that the young male voice inside represented the upper-level church power of the Frost City State, and its guidance to him was, in fact, It is an effective warning to the Frost authorities, and he has already prepared a complete set of report contents for this, "Don't you notice? The power of Holy Lord Netherworld is spreading beneath your city..."
But almost no blood flowed out of these wounds - the high temperature during the explosion had scorched all the wounds.
While they were talking in a low voice, Duncan's voice suddenly came from the dark coffin: "Then, my warning has been conveyed, so there will be no further pause."
Perhaps it was because the captain's cabin was extraordinarily strong and withstood the impact of the explosion. Perhaps it was because he failed to save the eighty-one normal crew members on the ship that he had to suffer these hardships as a punishment for himself. fault.
It doesn't seem surprising that a superior being who obviously has a very high status knows some secrets of the mortal world.
The gatekeeper opened his eyes slightly and moved his eyes between the old guard and the coffin several times. Then he suddenly stopped and slowly whispered to the old man next to him: "I have to warn the city hall...
...There might be something going on over there on Dagger Island. "
"Passing by, I discovered that this city-state was being enveloped in shadow," Duncan casually said what he had already thought of. "This shadow makes him unhappy."
He had no time to think about whether the wreckage sinking into the sea would cause other unforeseen consequences - he had done his duty and tried his best to fulfill his oath of loyalty, and the rest was beyond his ability.
On the hot sea that has not yet been completely shrouded in darkness, several pieces of wreckage that have not been swallowed by the whirlpool are undulating in the waves, drifting towards the north of the Frost City-State driven by the current.
"I still have some things to do," the voice from the coffin sounded, sounding like he was in a hurry, "If I have the chance, I will come to visit again."
He was a little surprised - in such a big explosion, he did not die on the spot, but had such a breath left and could still recall some of his life before he died.
The gatekeeper was startled and subconsciously said, "Are you leaving?"
A pitch-black chain extended from near the tall woman's occipital bone, floating into the air amid the smoke and dust, while a strange creature that seemed to be formed from smoke and had an outline like a jellyfish floated quietly at the end of the chain.
Its light is quickly becoming brighter, seeming to show that a living life is quickly passing away, but at the edge of the dim light, something is quietly approaching and trying to entangle the starlight.
The dense stars representing the frost sentient beings were twinkling in the void, and the twinkling of one of the stars was showing abnormal fluctuations, releasing aura.
After thinking for a moment, Duncan reached out his hand to the starlight.
"I would like to give you a suggestion. You might want to expand the scope of the investigation a little bit." Duncan did not answer the gatekeeper's question, but continued, "The Annihilation cultists operating in the city are just small waves before the huge wave comes. The bigger ones are Things lurk beneath the surface—pay attention to the deep ocean, pay attention to an ancient deep dive project that has been almost forgotten, pay attention to what has recently emerged from the deep sea, all of these are connected.”
He left in a hurry - in the initial plan, he had planned to stay in this cemetery for a while, and even considered getting out of this coffin and talking to the cemetery guard and this person. The gatekeepers have a formal meeting.
However, the first person to pick him up was not the messenger of death.
The visitor left, even suddenly. The gatekeeper and the old guard were a little stunned for a moment. They didn't expect it.
The mysterious "visitor" came tonight just to say these few words, just to convey a warning - such a sudden visit and sudden departure made it even more unpredictable in their eyes.
Memories are emerging from my mind little by little. I still remember what happened on Dagger Island, and I also remember when I discovered something strange on the ship and activated "Procedure No. 77."
In the endless darkness but full of starlight, he raised his head and his eyes fell on the sea.
Belazov tried to open his eyes. After trying several times, he felt as if he had torn a part of his eyelids, and finally he could vaguely see a dim light and shadow.
But none of that matters anymore.
As these words fell, there was no movement in the coffin.
Belazov exhaled quickly, and with the feeling of tearing in his chest, he calmly waited for the door of Bartok, the God of Death, to open to him.
The gatekeeper and the old guard looked at each other.
"You mean... Qianyuan Project?" The old man blurted out. When he mentioned the word "Qianyuan Project", his voice obviously hesitated for a moment, "Why do you know..."
