Deep Sea Embers.

Chapter 415 Connection
boom!
A thunderous bang exploded in the depths of his consciousness, and Morris lost control of his own state almost instantly—even in the asylum state where the main consciousness was isolated and his mind was solidified, he was still affected by the spreading force. The ultimate shock swept the heart, and it was crumbling in the subsequent, stormy wave of information shock!

In an instant, his "psychological perspective" standing behind his body rotated, and he could no longer see the words in his mind in his field of vision. He could only feel the endless fog swirling and rising, and the words he had read just now The words were like an out-of-control bee swarm attacking and gnawing around in his memory, tearing apart his personality. He even forgot his own name for a while, and the only thing left in his mind was himself at the last second. The name that I saw—

The Profound Lord.

However, at the next moment, this feeling of spinning around was suddenly stopped by something. Morris felt that his consciousness was dragged back to the real world by an extremely powerful force, and during this "pull back" process, He saw many arrays of flickering lights appearing in the dense fog, and among the many lights, surrounded by the largest red light source.

This scene seemed to be a glance cast at him by the God of Wisdom, but in the next second, those arrays of lights dissipated quickly and turned into huge waves that were slapped by raging waves;
Immediately afterwards, the huge wave turned into a piece of pale dust that disintegrated before his eyes, and the fine and pale ashes were like the ashes of a saint, pouring down on him;

Afterwards, those pale dust and smoke ignited again in mid-air, turning into a falling rain of fire, in which countless glaring and crimson streams of flame condensed, rushing as if to burn him up!

But just before the crimson flames fell on him, Morris saw that all the fires were suddenly dyed with a layer of green - the raging and bursting fires became milder in an instant, and fell to the side little by little, One of the flames touched his shoulder, and he immediately felt that someone patted himself heavily. The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes and realized that he had returned to his body.

The effects of consciousness isolation and mind solidification were forcibly ended, and I returned to this world from a critical state of madness.

The moment he regained consciousness, Morris resisted the urge to "take another look" and closed the big black book in his hand.

His movements were quick, but even so, the book flipped a few pages violently before closing, and in the corner of his eye, some trembling words came into Morris' vision with an extremely strong impression—that It is a sentence, with a strong obsession as if dying: "We will eventually return to the pure and holy origin."

The big black book was completely closed, and Morris was panting violently with the words he saw at the last moment entangled in his mind.

Fan Na immediately noticed the strangeness here, and moved closer in two steps: "How are you?"

"...The daily life of a scholar, dealing with deadly knowledge, and then surviving," Morris panted, and stretched out his hand to Fanna, "It's okay, I'm still me—help me up."

As soon as he got up, he asked again: "How long has it been?"

"A few seconds," Fanna replied with a nod, "I just saw you open the book for a few glances, and you suddenly closed it. At the same time, your spirituality was in turmoil, and the surrounding fog began to emerge. Indistinguishable shadows."

"A few seconds..." Morris twitched the corners of his mouth, but recalled in his mind the scene of wonders he saw when he was dragged back from the edge of losing control.

In the next second, a deep and majestic voice appeared in his mind: "Morris, what happened to you?"

Morris was taken aback, quickly straightened his expression, and responded in his heart: "I was reading a book of blasphemy seized from the Annihilation Cult just now, and it was accidentally contaminated——Captain, you finally brought me back?"

"Well," Duncan responded, "I suddenly noticed that your mind was attacked just now, so I checked the situation with the help of the 'imprint' left on your body. You just said that you seized a book of blasphemy? What exactly happened? ? Are you still with Fanna? Where are you now?"

"Fanna is with me. We are still active in the upper city. We found that some Annihilation Cultists entered the real world under the cover of fog and manipulated some 'fakes' to attack the city-state—we found and eliminated one of the controllers just now," Morris responded immediately, then sorted out his thoughts, and continued, "The situation is very strange. After the death of the cultist, the body showed a phenomenon of fusion with the original substance, which seemed to be the result of some extreme 'transformation'. He carried Carrying a black nameless book, the contents of the book..."

Morris stopped suddenly, his tone became extremely cautious, and at the same time carefully controlled his thinking: "The content in the book is disturbing. It is the original text of the hieroglyphic narratives transcribed by the 'crow' before. I only had time to read it. A small part of it was contaminated. Sorry, I can only report so much now—I can’t recall the details right now.”

Duncan's voice was silent for two seconds, and then sounded again: "It's ok, safety first, don't continue to recall what you saw. Take the book with you, and then report to me in person."

Morris breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, Captain."

At this moment, Fan Na suddenly "spoken": "Captain, how is your situation?"

"I'm on the Second Waterway with Alice—it's pretty quiet here."

Deep underground near the central city, at a certain intersection of the Second Waterway, Duncan raised his head and looked towards the empty corridor in the distance.

A thin layer of mist is floating above the corridor, clinging to the dark dome, the mist seems to appear in this space out of thin air, and it is getting thicker and thicker as time goes by—but it has been thickened Compared with the surface of the city-state completely covered by fog, the little fog here is not serious.

"I'm waiting for the tinder to be in place."

With the help of the "imprint" connection, he said to Fan Na in his heart.

"Tinder?" Fan Na's voice sounded a bit puzzled.

"The lairs of those Annihilation Cultists are not in the real world—the mirror image of Frost is their base camp," Duncan said slowly, "Whether it is the Sea Mist Fleet or the Frost Navy, including the guards of the city-state guard and the church, they are here The elimination of 'invasions' in the real world is only to slow down the process of the mirror image rising, and only from the side of the mirror image can the real problem of this time be solved.

"Agatha has gone with the tinder—she will find the lairs of heretics, and I will help her light the place."

Fan Na's response obviously hesitated for a few seconds: "Then... is there anything we can do?"

"Just keep hunting in the fog, destroy all the fakes you see, find out all the controllers behind them, and hunt as many as you can," Duncan said. "It makes sense to slow down the invasion. Agatha's buying time is also reducing the pressure she faces."

Fan Na responded immediately: "Yes, I understand!"

A few seconds later, her voice came again: "In addition... There may be a fake 'Gatekeeper' operating in the city-state, and the church does not seem to have any response, do you think..."

Her voice sounded hesitant.

Duncan already knew about the fake, even more clearly than Fan Na.

After all, he had established a connection with the real Agatha.

"Don't worry about that 'Agatha'," he responded after pondering for a moment, "and don't deal with her—but if you meet her, you can help her as needed."

Fan Na was obviously stunned for a few seconds, and then her tone was filled with astonishment: "Help?! Help that 'fake'?"

"Don't forget, not all fakes are under the control of the Annihilation Cultists, and the most outstanding ones have their own will," Duncan's tone was still calm, "The gatekeepers will not easily become puppets of heretics, of course, the specific circumstances You will have to judge for yourself when the time comes.”

"Yes, I see, Captain."

This time, Fan Na responded with a strange solemnity.

It seemed that her sense of mission as a judge resonated subtly with that "gatekeeper" at this moment.

Communication with followers is over.

Duncan exhaled lightly, then raised his hand, and a cluster of small flames ignited at the fingertips.

He stared at the flames, then said softly after a while: "Agatha, do you think 'she' will really be what you think?"

A cold and hoarse voice sounded from the flames: "Yes."

"Why are you so sure?"

"Because I believe in myself."

"But that's just a copy of you," Duncan said calmly, "There will be slight differences between you, and this difference may cause her to make a different decision from you."

"But you didn't order your followers to eliminate that 'hidden danger' because of this," Agatha said, "You also trust my judgment."

Duncan was silent for a few seconds before sighing softly.

"There was a human named Brown Scott who proved to me his humanity, and this humanity is still valid in the 'fake'—so this time, I don't mind believing it again."

"What if... I mean just in case, what if my judgment is also wrong? Your trust will be wrongly paid..."

"It's okay, it's all small things."

Is it a small matter...

In the cold and damp sewer corridor, Agatha lowered her head and glanced at the small flame still burning quietly in the palm of her hand.

The faint heat escaping from the flame seemed to be the only temperature she could feel in this world—outside the firelight, she felt that the whole world was as cold as a tomb.

The voice of the "captain" came again: "Agatha, how is your situation?"

"I'm still moving, I'm almost there, I can feel it, very close."

"I mean in your case, your voice doesn't sound the same as before."

Agatha stopped in her tracks.

She lowered her head, and what she saw in her eyes was her scarred body and the wounds that were no longer bleeding.

"It's okay," she said softly, with a grave-like coldness in her voice, "it's all small things."

(End of this chapter)