Deep Sea Embers.

Chapter 421 Return to the Creeping Darkness
Agatha withdrew her hand instantly, looking at her fingertips in surprise.

However, the closest accompanying nun had already seen this strange scene, and the nun suddenly opened her eyes wide in surprise: "Gatekeeper, your hand just now..."

Agatha frowned, and didn't know what was going on for a while, but at this moment, a guard soldier next to him stepped forward, carefully raised his combat stick, and tapped on the side that looked A solid stone wall no different from its surroundings.

The cane collided with the stone wall, making a crisp sound, but nothing changed on the wall.

The guard turned his head, nodded slightly to Agatha, then summoned up his courage, stepped forward and directly touched the stone wall with his palm.

Nothing happens, the walls are still walls.

"It's just a wall," the guard frowned, "but just now..."

Agatha didn't say anything, just stepped forward in silence, and pointed her fingers towards the wall again.

In the next second, she watched helplessly as her fingers sank into it again!
Without the slightest resistance, she even felt that she had just touched a curtain made of phantoms.

"It seems that only you can pass through it," the accompanying priest looked at this scene in astonishment, and turned his head in disbelief and said, "but... why is this? Why is there such a wall in the depths of the Boiling Gold Mine? No one has ever reported…”

Listening to the exclamation of the pastor, Agatha didn't say anything, but still stared at her fingers sticking into the stone wall——at an angle that only she noticed, she finally saw the connection between her fingertips and the stone wall. Minor changes when stone walls come into contact.

Her finger and the stone wall seemed to melt at the same time, even though it had only melted a little, they blended together like heated butter. The color and texture... looked like black mud.

That's how she "went through" the seemingly solid stone wall.

After an unknown amount of time, she finally broke the silence softly: "I don't know why this happened, but obviously... the next thing is only for me to do."

"The gatekeeper?" The accompanying priest was startled and quickly reacted, "You want to go in alone!? Wait, this is too unsafe, this wall is really wrong, it is very likely that you rush in now..."

"Our city-state is being engulfed by thick fog, and the twisted existence in the fog has no mercy - the power behind it will not wait for us to investigate the truth before acting," Agatha just shook her head slowly, The voice was as calm and steady as ever, "The team led by the Consul Winston finally arrived here, but there was no body here. Now it seems that these guards who died in battle are more likely to hold on to the end in order to delay time in the mine. ...if I'm right, they're trying to buy the Archon time to get through the wall."

The pastor didn't know how to respond for a while, and after a few seconds of silence, he just instinctively said, "But it's too dangerous for you to be alone, this matter should at least be reported to the cathedral..."

"There's no time, really no time," Agatha turned around, shaking her head slowly but firmly, and at the same time she spoke, she already felt the bone-piercing cold that surrounded her body again. She could almost clearly feel that her blood was gradually stopping flowing, and the substances that made up this body were losing their activity little by little. Although this discomfort lasted only for a short time, it still made her tone more determined , "I have to figure out the secrets in this mine, this may be the only time I can..."

She stopped suddenly, forcibly curbed her thoughts, words and deeds, tried her best to calm her expression again, and looked at the subordinates in front of her seriously.

"I will pass through this wall, you should know the power of the gatekeeper - don't worry about me, you have your own things to do. After I pass, you immediately return to the previous traffic intersection, and then the first The second team continued to go to the excavation area according to the original plan to investigate the true status of the boiling gold mine tunnel, the third team and the fourth team returned to the surface, reported to the cathedral what happened here, and then..."

She paused for a few seconds, as if her thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and then waved her hand: "That's it, the rest follow the orders of Bishop Ivan."

The guards, priests, and nuns couldn't help but look at each other. It was the first time they saw the gatekeeper behave like this, and they were inevitably a little panicked. Under the circumstances, obeying orders became their subconscious reaction.

"Yes, I received the order," the priest leading the team nodded solemnly, and drew a triangular emblem representing Bartok on his chest, but then, he couldn't help asking, "When do we need to come?" Accept you?"

"...There is no need to respond—but don't worry, I will come back, no matter what happens, 'I' will definitely come back."

The pastor backed away, and no one heard the slight change in her tone when she said the word "I".

Agatha exhaled lightly, and took steps towards the dark wall.

Before she was about to touch it, she spoke softly for the last time, as if she was whispering to someone, or as if she was speaking to herself——

"Actually... I really like this world..."

She took a step without hesitation, and her body sank into that "stone wall" without any hindrance, just like a phantom merging into another phantom.

Indistinct ripples appeared instantly on the surface of the stone wall, but before others could see clearly, the ripples disappeared completely.

Dark, cold, helpless, difficult to distinguish up and down, and left and right. Immediately afterwards, all perceptions seemed to disappear in an instant, and then returned to themselves in an extremely slow and weird way-this is How Agatha felt after stepping over that wall.

After some time, she opened her "eyes" in the dark, but found that she couldn't see anything around her clearly.

Wherever the eye can see, there is only endless chaos, and faint dark clumps are slowly wriggling in the darker background, like some kind of sticky and disgusting fluid, or like a slowly wriggling, indescribable Behemoth.

Why is it so dark?Didn't you bring a lantern with you when you came here?
Such doubts could not help appearing in Agatha's mind, and almost when she was thinking this way, a light really appeared in front of her eyes.

The dim light illuminated the surroundings, and she saw that she was floating in a boundless black mist, and countless shadowy things were wriggling and flowing around, but there was no sound.

Agatha watched this scene quietly, then lowered her head.

The body appeared in the field of vision, first the torso, then the hands and feet, and the fighting stick that had accompanied him for many years.

"Ah...you are also..."

Agatha whispered to herself, and slowly raised the cane in her hand, looking at the familiar pattern on it, and when she first received the cane as a guard, she seriously engraved on it, belonging to the cane. own name.

"Are you a shadow like me?" she asked softly with her cane.

Of course the cane would not respond to her voice, but in the darkness, something else suddenly made a sound.

"boom!"

It was a gunshot.

Agatha frowned instantly, but before she looked in the direction of the sound, a voice that sounded a little nervous had already entered her ears: "Who's there?!"

In the darkness, Agatha turned her head, and almost at the same time, she saw a faint light that suddenly lit up in the direction where the voice came from.

A small piece of solid ground appeared there, illuminated by an ancient brass lantern, and a tree stump could be seen in the open space. A middle-aged man in a dark blue coat was sitting on the stump Next to it, it looks like a motionless statue.

When Agatha looked over, the "statue" suddenly moved, and he suddenly raised his head, looking in Agatha's direction nervously in surprise: "Who's there?!"

Agatha subconsciously felt a bit of discord, but quickly put it behind her mind. She walked towards the open space illuminated by the lantern, and saw the middle-aged man's face clearly.

Not surprisingly, it was the consul of Frost City, Mr. Winston.

"You seem to have been here for a long time, Mr. Consul," Agatha said calmly, "now there are only two of us left here."

"The gatekeeper...Ms. Agatha?" Winston raised his head dully. His whole body was like a severely worn clockwork puppet, moving slowly and speaking slowly, but as time went by, his speech and manner slowly returned Become agile and smooth, "You are here too... Wait, why are you here?"

"I passed through a wall, a wall deep in the Boiling Gold Mine," Agatha said calmly, she knew that there was no need to hide and detour now, "The guards you brought are already in the mine tunnel The whole army was wiped out, Monsieur Consul—do you remember them?"

"Guards... oh, the guards I brought," Winston frowned, as if he had just remembered, and then there was a hint of sadness in his tone, "they are all great people, they did everything they could. I tried my best to activate the key left by the queen, but I..."

Agatha's expression changed slightly in an instant: "The key left by the queen?"

(End of this chapter)