Deep Sea Embers.

Chapter 104 Tomb of the Unknown King
The evening bell rang three times, and before the third ringing, Fan Na had already arrived in the Great Cathedral.

The old bishop Valentine was already waiting here. This respectable old man was wearing a black priest robe and was standing silently in front of the icon of the storm goddess Gamona, closing his eyes and praying. He heard the sound of someone entering the church. Without looking back, she knew it was Fan Na.

"Inquisitor Vanna," Valentine said in a deep voice, "The Cathedral of Storms has sent an order to summon listeners."

"Sent directly from the Cathedral of the Storm?!" Fanna was taken aback, and she quickly walked to the holy statue, putting her whole body in the glow of the lights, "Didn't you discover a new anomaly or vision? ?”

"If only a new anomaly or abnormal phenomenon is discovered, the bell will not ring three times in a row," Valentine shook his head, "It was the grave guard at the 'tomb' who sent the news directly, saying that the name of the unknown king There is a change in the body, although it is not clear what message he wants to convey, but it seems... that the existing list is changing."

While speaking, the old bishop turned his head and looked into Fanna's eyes quietly.

"This time, we need to send a listener into the tomb to listen to the information directly from the body of the unknown king. The church of the Deep Sea is currently on duty in the tomb. The listener will be selected from the followers of the Storm Goddess—the specific person has not yet been determined. Next, you and I are on the waiting list."

Fan Na collected herself and asked calmly, "When are we going to leave?"

"Now," Valentine nodded, motioning for Fanna to follow, he walked behind the statue of the goddess, and a door depicting many sacred symbols has been opened, revealing the deep and long corridor behind, "The psychic passage has been prepared All right."

Fanna bowed to the icon of Gamona, then turned and followed the footsteps of the old bishop.

They passed through the door and through the long corridor. Under the flickering lights, two devout believers arrived at the deepest part of this ancient church—a special secret room was located at the end of the corridor.

This is a small room. Different from the cement and brick structure of the main body of the church, this small secret room is actually entirely made of stones. The dusty irregular stones are stacked tightly together to form the room. The walls and roof of the room, the ground in the center of the room is a sunken fire pit, and the crackling flame is burning in the stone pit-but there is no fuel at the bottom of the flame, as if the fire came out of the air out of thin air. Cohesive in general.

Except for the flame in the center of the room, there is no furniture in this entire secret room, only the subtle sound of running water coming from nowhere, constantly sounding unreal from all directions, every wall around it seems wet, even the floor of the room is wet There seemed to be small streams of water flowing at all times—it gave the impression that the stone hut was not a room in a cathedral, but... a flooded cave at the bottom of the sea.

This is not the first time that Fanna has come to this secret room—as a "judge" in the city-state on the same level as the bishop, she also has the right to use the "spiritual energy channel" here. The "port" of the psionic channel.

In the central church of every city-state, there are similar facilities, and every church has similar technology-the priests of the goddess of the storm use such a "water-soaked cave", and the priests of the god of death use it in the "pale tomb" Constructing paths to connect with each other, these seemingly gloomy and depressing facilities actually have a magical effect: they can strip the user's spirit and send them into a huge and interconnected spiritual energy space, no matter how far apart these city-states are, No matter how rough the wind and waves are on the boundless sea.

This is a miracle achieved under the blessing of the gods. It allows the church branches far apart on the boundless sea to communicate in time. It is even the only way for many city-states to maintain communication and confirm each other's survival.

The door of the secret room was slowly closed, and the dark and heavy metal door made a dull sound, and the complex and dense runes on the two doors immediately swam away, entangled and meshed with each other like living creatures, completely sealing the entire room .

Vanna and Valentine stood next to the fire pit in the center of the secret room. They lowered their heads, watched the jumping holy flame, and silently recited the holy name of the storm goddess Gamona.

The illusory sound of water flowed continuously from all around, and became louder with the chanting of the holy name. Gradually, the sound of water flow converged into waves, and even became roaring, while a damp breath filled the entire room , amidst the heavier and heavier damp breath, Fan Na saw the trickle on the ground suddenly turn into churning waves, and began to rise extremely rapidly.

She watched the fire in the center of the room, as it always had, burning brightly in the rising waves.

Fan Na closed her eyes, calmly and calmly allowing herself to be completely submerged by the illusory sea water.

The cold feeling quickly dissipated, and she opened her eyes again, and what she saw was no longer a water-soaked cave-like rock chamber, but an extremely wide chaotic space—it seemed to be a square, an almost endless square, simple and elegant. Mighty, there are many majestic pillars supported at the end of the line of sight. The tops of those pillars all show a fragmented appearance. The tops of the pillars seem to be broken and dissipated in the distant sky. There seems to be something hidden in the depths, but it cannot be penetrated by ordinary people's eyes.

Fan Na regained her composure, and she saw many figures standing in the square—they were all black phantoms with only outlines. Although they couldn't see their faces clearly, she could confirm these figures through the familiar aura from each figure. They are all devout saints of the Storm Goddess - saints from various city-states, and various mobile churches, and even from the Cathedral of the Storm.

Only "saints" can become alternative "listeners" - because of some "voices", only powerful saints can complete the listening while staying awake.

"It seems that we are the last batch," a black figure approached erratically, because she was very familiar with it on weekdays. Before the black figure opened his mouth, Vanna recognized him as Bishop Valentine. The old man's tone seemed to be Slightly embarrassed, "I was also the last one to the last meeting..."

"Could it be that the saints of other city-states live in secret rooms..." Fanna muttered, "Every time the news of the convening comes out, they can gather half of the people in less than 10 minutes..."

"Since Saint Folsom wrote 'first' in the registration book of the meeting place 20 years ago, they have started, competing to be early," Valentine shook his head, "seriously, I can't understand... ...The goddess will not pay extra attention because of this."

Fan Na was noncommittal, but at this moment, a sudden roar came from the end of the crowd, interrupting her thinking, and interrupting the conversation among all the saints' phantoms.

Fanna and Valentine raised their heads at the same time, and they saw that the ground in the center of the square was rising—the fragmented old stone bricks were rippling like water waves, and among the ripples, there was a giant rising rapidly, pale at first. The spire is followed by sloping stone walls and quaint columns.

In almost a moment, that thing completely entered Fanna's field of vision - a huge building made of pale boulders.

It was a lifeless "palace", an ancient building built in a long-lost history. It had a pyramid as its main body, surrounded by several obelisks and towers. There was no city-state like this in the world. , its gloomy and depressing atmosphere is not at all like a building for living people to live in.

It is not so much a palace as it is a huge mausoleum.

In fact, it was indeed a mausoleum—a mausoleum of some ancient and powerful being.

Like everyone else, Fan Na's gaze involuntarily fell on the bottom of the huge pyramid building. Under the gaze of countless gazes, the gate of the mausoleum finally opened slowly.

The heavy and pale stone gate retreated to both sides, and an extremely tall figure slowly walked out from the mausoleum.

That is the keeper of the tomb of the Unknown King.

In Fan Na's view, it's hard to say that "he" is still a living human being.

His body was wrapped in layers of shrouds, half of his body and the shroud were in a state of almost scorched blackness, and the other half of his body was wrapped with heavy rune shackles, some of those gloomy chains were even Straight from his flesh, its ends tangled with throbbing veins and nerves—the ancient Gravekeeper was a monstrous creature of flesh, iron bondage, and death curse, drawn from the Nameless King's He stepped out of the mausoleum and walked towards the black shadows gathered in the square with heavy steps.

Even though it was not the first time she had seen the "Gravekeeper", Fan Na subconsciously took a breath at this time, feeling her muscles tense.

Then, she saw the "gravekeeper" walking straight towards her.

Candidates have been chosen.

The tomb guard passed everyone in the square without hesitation, until he stopped in front of Fanna, his head wrapped in shroud and chains had only one eye exposed, and this eye calmed down. He stared at Fan Na—even though the latter was quite tall, the grave guard was still a full head taller than her.

"You, you can enter the tomb." The gravekeeper said, his voice hoarse as if coming from a corpse, and then he raised his right hand that seemed to be scorched by fire, holding a quill in that hand, and A roll of parchment.

"Write down what you heard." The gravekeeper ordered succinctly.

(Mom!)

(End of this chapter)