The cluster of shadows in the spiritual world subsided, and the noisy noise and overwhelming malice that permeated the entire space quickly dissipated.
Agatha raised her left hand and quietly "watched" the skinny heretic lying on the edge of the triangle area. The latter was curled up in pain on the ground. The black chain extending from his body was broken, and smoke rose from the broken chain. , is weathering into dust one by one.
After the death of the symbiotic Deep Demon, this heretic's life will soon come to an end - but at least for now, he can still answer some questions.
Although Agatha did not expect this stubborn heretic to really cooperate with her, she still walked slowly over and stopped at the edge of the triangle, looking down at the dying cultist.
"You were able to completely erode and replace an infrastructure under the eyes of the church, and even replaced all the priests... This surprises me," she said slowly, her voice seemed to be mixed with a deep echo from the tomb, This dizzying voice can weaken the will of most people, "How did you do it?"
The dying heretic struggled to raise his head, but only showed a sarcastic smile. There was no fear on his thin face: "What do you think?"
Agatha was unmoved: "Your lair is in Frost City, right?"
"Oh..." The cultist's head trembled. He pushed his body hard and lay on his back on the pale ground to face Agatha's gaze. "Don't waste your efforts. What if it's frosty?" ...What you can't find...When you find the sanctuary, it will be the day when we succeed, stupid priest..."
Agatha had no expression on her face. She just gently lifted her cane and pointed the end of it on the cultist's chest: "What on earth do you want to do? Use so-called 'elements' to pollute the city-state? Or do you want to rely on those who can't even stabilize themselves to maintain themselves?" Are the 'fake' products that have arrived to replace the living people in the city-state? What is your connection with the power in the deep sea? Is it related to the Abyss Plan?"
A cluster of pale flames ignited at the end of the cane. The flames burned the flesh and soul. The huge pain caused caused the cultist to twitch and convulse. However, the heretic who had fallen into fanaticism just bit the crown of his teeth and glared at what was in front of him. The gatekeeper squeezed out only a creepy and weird laughter between his chattering teeth: "Ha... ha... the promised... is about to come... no one... no one can escape... "
Agatha finally frowned, and she slowly raised her arm. She actually lifted the cultist into the air little by little with her cane. The pale flames burned the latter's body that had been twisted due to long-term symbiosis with the deep demon, making him Like a rag floating in the fire.
Her voice was as cold as if it was flowing in a tomb: "Last question, you heretics... why can you say the name of the God of Death?"
In the pale flames, a smile slowly appeared on the face of the skinny cultist. He seemed to be particularly happy. When he saw that the gatekeeper of the church was confused because of this problem, he even didn't even think about the "cremation" brought about. Half of the pain was gone.
"Holy Lord Netherworld has brought revelation...the guidance of all faiths in the world.
There is no difference... We who have received revelation have already crossed the so-called boundary... Gatekeeper, do you think there is really any difference between your gods and the Holy Lord? "
Agatha's face changed instantly. The cultist in front of her actually compared the Holy Lord of the Deep with the God of Death. Such blasphemous words made her angry. However, the cultist showed his last trace of relief as the flames burned his body. Smiling, not giving her a chance to continue the interrogation, the other party took his last breath, and only a few remaining body parts quickly turned into ashes.
"...The words of a madman are confusing and confusing."
Agatha looked gloomy and slowly put down her cane. The anger in her heart was still there, but these emotions did not interfere with her normal thinking and judgment. After controlling her emotional ups and downs, she immediately began to think.
Excluding the other party's final remarks comparing Holy Lord Netherworld to the God of Death, this cultist who was stubborn from beginning to end has actually revealed a lot of information that can be speculated on.
They do have a "lair" in Frost City, and they call this lair a "sanctuary", which means that it is indeed a place where rituals are held, which is consistent with the currently known intelligence. The sanctuary was "hidden" using a special method, so it was extremely difficult to find. And the other party just mentioned that when the sanctuary was found, that was when they succeeded... Therefore, the hiding method of that place was very difficult. It may be related to the process of their "ritual". The closer the ritual is to completion, the more obvious its hiding...
Is it because holding a ceremony will inevitably reveal something? Or is it because exposing the sanctuary is an essential part of the ritual?
The cultist also mentioned a sentence, "What was promised will come." This may correspond to the ultimate "prophecy" in their belief system, that is, the power of the Netherworld Holy Lord will subvert the real world, and the Netherworld Deep Sea that was originally located deep in the world Will become the new "reality" - there should be no doubt that those crazy Annihilation cultists have always regarded the deep sea as their promised land.
But how will this process be achieved? Just rely on constantly putting "elements" into the city-state? This is obviously not enough... Those "fake products" can hardly even maintain their own stability for a long time, so how can they pollute the entire city-state?
Unless... those Annihilation cultists have a way to stabilize the "fake" for a long time, they can create such an environment, or... transform Frost into such an environment...
Agatha frowned, quickly ended her thinking, and looked up around her.
She was still in the spirit world, and the things around her were illuminated by the pale light pouring in from the cracks on the ceiling, making them appear shadowy. Slight noises came faintly from all directions, and those insatiable shadows in the spirit world were restless again—— A feast simply couldn't keep them quiet for long.
The young gatekeeper shook his head, raised his left hand, and put his eyeballs back into their sockets.
The vague noises all around disappeared in an instant, and the shadowy light and shadow and the space composed of black and white also regained color in the blink of an eye, and the atmosphere of the real world.
Coming at you.
Agatha breathed a sigh of relief and took out the eye drops from her clothes, but suddenly her movements stopped.
It was extremely quiet and empty.
Agatha raised her head and looked around. She could not see the black-clothed guards she had brought with her, nor the manager of the sewage treatment center who had escaped before, nor the three cultists and the dozen or so "fake products." The ashes left behind——
Theoretically, she eliminated those cultists and "counterfeiters" in the spiritual world, and their wreckage should appear in the real world at the same time.
The surroundings were so eerily quiet that they couldn't even feel the breath of any living person nearby.
Agatha frowned tightly. She rolled her eyes, carefully observing the environment while soothing the dryness of her eyeballs, and then slowly walked towards the door not far away.
There was a crack in the slightly rusty metal door, and it looked like someone had left it open in a hurry.
With a creaking noise, the metal door was pushed open little by little.
Behind the door is a long corridor. The gas lamps in the corridor burn calmly and brightly, but there is no sense of warmth and security brought by the light.
"Ta...ta...ta"
The sound of the cane and heels hitting the ground echoed crisply and hollowly in the corridor, and Agatha slowly walked forward along the corridor.
The entire sewage treatment center was deserted.
But there are no enemies in sight.
She walked directly through the factory area and came to the open space outside the factory.
The sky was gloomy, with thick and chaotic clouds covering the sky above the city. Only a feeble light diffused between the clouds, barely allowing people to tell that it was daytime at the moment, and all the buildings in sight were shrouded in this gloomy layer. Under the sky, there was a strange, cold, dead atmosphere.
Agatha clearly remembered that when she came to the sewage treatment center, it was still sunny outside - the sun was high in the sky and the city was cloudless.
sun?
A trace of doubt suddenly appeared in Agatha's heart, and then these doubts expanded into a clear sense of tearing in her cognition. She suddenly realized something and raised her head again to observe the sky carefully.
There was only chaotic light from unknown sources in the sky, and no celestial body that could be called a "sun" could be seen at all.
Agatha tried hard to recall the appearance of the "sun" and the concept of the "sun".
She couldn't recall, as if there was a thick curtain covering her mind, and she couldn't remember what the "sun" in her memory looked like, but one thing was very clear - in this world, there should be There is something called the "sun", something that naturally hangs high in the sky and can emit heat and shine on all things!
"... Cognitive interference can affect the gatekeeper... The intensity is amazing, and it covers the entire environment..." Agatha whispered to herself. After a brief shock, she quickly calmed down and observed her surroundings again.
"It's a foreign land."
