Deep Sea Embers.

Chapter 424
It is the deep and dark bottom of the sea, below the city-state, the ancient god penetrated his tentacles into the real world, and grew day by day in the indescribable darkness——

He is visible, and the filthy and terrifying flesh and blood tentacles are his entity, cold and chilling, but he is also invisible, because his will to spread upwards has already crossed the dark abyss and penetrated The city-state's thick rock and soil, and its unimaginable power, have been drilling into the city for the past 50 years or even longer, and pierced deeply into the depths of the boiling gold mine.

"Ms. Gatekeeper, we are now inside it - here was a rock, but the power of the ancient god has transformed the rock here into a part of his flesh and blood, this dark substance is separated by more than 1000 meters of rock and The sea water is pulsating with the source of the seabed, and every beat of it is bringing the mirrored city-state closer to our real world... Did you hear that? Plop, plop... The flesh and blood are wriggling, shrinking, and talking in sleep , this place...is thinking."

Winston murmured softly like a prayer, slowly raised his hands, and pointed to the endless darkness around him like an embrace, and the "branches" in the darkness that criss-crossed like thorn bushes, and among those branches, The dim light spot was still moving fast like a firefly. Gradually, Agatha really seemed to hear that deep voice——plop, plop...

This piece of anomalous area buried deep in the Boiling Gold Mine, whose scope is unknown, is making the sound of a heartbeat.

Even my own heart seemed to be affected by the sound of the heartbeat, wanting to resonate and beat.

However, a weak warm current suddenly appeared in her heart, which made Agatha wake up suddenly. She realized that her humanity had just returned from the critical point of madness, and her expression changed immediately, and she stared firmly into Winston's eyes.

"You are out of your mind, Consul Winston—you are affected by this place."

"Ah...really? Maybe," Winston just waved his hand indifferently, "At first I thought I could calm the ancient god like a queen, and then I thought I could at least delay it for a while." For a while, I thought I could at least maintain my sobriety until the end, and it turned out that... I have failed unconsciously?"

"Like the queen, quiet this ancient god?" Agatha keenly noticed the key point in the consul's words, her eyes suddenly changed slightly, vaguely aware of the real reason for the consul's appearance here, " You mean, half a century ago, the Frost Queen successfully put the power of the Lord of the Deep into sleep?"

Winston laughed: "...Do you think, what happened to the collapse of the sea cliff back then?"

Agatha was stunned for a moment, then hesitated and said, "The sea cliff collapsed... After the queen was beheaded, the entire execution ground fell into the sea... Wasn't that an accident?!"

"It was a sacrifice, the sacrifice was the Queen herself, and the first batch of speculators who chose to betray her after the outbreak of the uprising—of course, the entire executioner group and many rebel officers were buried for her," Wen said. Ston said calmly, "We have blocked the detailed information of the year, so few people know the details after the sea cliff collapse-thousands of people were killed in that accident, but in fact, almost all civilians died from that accident. They survived the collapse, and those who were caught in the waves... Even if they were only one meter away from the shore, they had no chance of struggling, and were instantly 'sucked' into the bottom of the sea.

"And after that collapse, the abnormal area in the Boiling Gold Mine stopped expanding for a while, and it wasn't until then that the first consul realized that everything was in Le Nora's plan—the cold truth passed through the Queen The key left behind was transferred to the Archon, as she said, now it is our turn."

Agatha fell silent, and after a while, her eyes became a bit complicated: "You came here because you wanted to reproduce the sacrifice that year..."

"'He' is rising, and the knowledge contained in the key tells me that in order to suppress this process, you must touch the mind of 'His'. Sacrifice in the deep sea, and up to now, His power has penetrated deeply into the city-state, so this is the best place to touch—this is the method left by the Queen in the key. After each consul takes the key, I will be entangled in this responsibility, and then prepare for it for the rest of my life, and I have made all the preparations for it, but I did not expect one thing..."

Winston twitched the corners of his mouth, but it wasn't really a smile.

"Not all of them are Ray Nora."

Agatha listened silently, then lowered her head, quietly staring at the brass key still lying in her palm.

This is something created by the Frost Queen with some extraordinary power—she condenses the "knowledge" she touched and a part of her "thoughts" inside the key in the form of an entity.

But for some reason, Agatha always felt that this key...should have other functions.

It should not only exist to tie the successive rulers of the Frost City State to a responsibility.

But at this moment, the Consul Winston obviously couldn't answer her more questions—and she herself seemed to have no way to go back.

After learning the truth about this dark space, Agatha understood this point: she didn't pass through that stone wall to reach a certain place, but was directly integrated into a huge lump of abnormal matter.

What awaits Winston here is death, but what awaits him is return and assimilation.

She looked at the palm of her hand, and saw that the skin where her hand was in contact with the key had faintly softened and deformed, and some sticky black substance was oozing out of the skin, covering the key little by little.

But she still wants to go further, she is a little... curious about this place.

"Is there anything else we can do?" Agatha lowered her head and looked at the city-state consul who had stopped speaking. "Are you going to wait here until death comes?"

"Death has come, ma'am—we're just looking back at our failed lives before we breathe our last breath," Winston shook his head. "There's nothing to do, sit down and rest like I did." Bar."

"...You have actually done what you should do. As the consul of Frost, you have at least bravely faced this so-called 'curse'," Agatha said calmly, "Incapable does not mean that you have nothing to do. .”

Winston just shrugged his shoulders mockingly, "Incompetence is a sin."

"...I still have to go forward, I want to go through this 'thorn' and go to the place where the tentacle is," Agatha said, "Do you want to come with me?"

"It means nothing to me, ma'am," said Winston softly. "If you want to go, go and let me stay—my way is over."

Agatha stared at him for a few seconds before handing over the brass key: "This is yours."

Winston did not reach out, but raised his head and looked into Agatha's eyes: "Take it, you have already taken it, it is yours, and this is how we have passed it on to this day."

Agatha was silent for a while, and put away the key.

"Okay, then I'm on my way alone."

She said goodbye to Winston, then turned around, propped up her cane, and took steps in this dark and empty space.

"Ms. Agatha," Winston's voice suddenly came from behind, "does this really make sense?"

Agatha turned her head slightly: "Why do you ask that?"

"Even if you know more truths ahead, even if you can really go through this 'grove' and touch the limb of the ancient god, what will change? You can't stop all of this, you can't even put the body here. What happened is communicated to the outside world - the investigation is over, and it doesn't matter how much you know without the information being communicated."

Agatha stopped in her footsteps, and after thinking for a moment, she spoke softly: "I am the gatekeeper of Frost, this is my duty. And..."

She paused, and unconsciously pressed her chest with the hand holding the brass key.

The surroundings are still very cold, and the feeling of blood congealing is stronger than ever, but for some reason, she has always felt a slight heat beating in her heart from just now, as if... there is a cluster of invisible waves jumping there. Huo Miao was supporting herself to move forward.

In my mind, thoughts that don't belong to me are jumping lightly. The strongest thing in this thought is an obsession - the direction that the obsession points to is the illusory and extremely huge road outside this thorn bush. "Wrist touch".

"It makes sense, I'm not alone - there's no proof, but I think...everything I've seen here will eventually be known."

"Oh, yes, that's very nice... Ms. Agatha, it's very enviable that you had faith to the last moment."

Winston's voice fell silent, and there was no further movement in that direction.

Agatha turned her head and saw a small lantern shining in the darkness, illuminating a dry "stump". A middle-aged man in a dark blue coat was quietly leaning against the stump.

Bullet holes pierced his temples, and in his dropped hand he held a beautifully crafted revolver.

(End of this chapter)