Deep Sea Embers.

Chapter 429 Setting Fire to God
The flash of light flows in the thorn bushes, the thoughts of the ancient gods spread in the darkness, the broken body passes through the slits among the thorns, and the crumbling will is crossing the abyss of madness and ignorance.

How long have I been walking through this chaotic space?How much pollution from the ancient gods have I been exposed to?Is he a complete individual now, or is he just a fragment floating in the chaos that is about to be assimilated by this chaos?
Agatha can't distinguish clearly, she can't distinguish anything, she can't even distinguish the boundary between her body and the surrounding chaos - in her field of vision, her body is like a mass in the water As the ink gradually dissipated, the edges of her body showed a blurred, liquid-smudged texture. It seemed that she was not walking in this darkness, but in a mass of viscous fluid that was similar in nature to her own body. flowing forward.

She knew that everything was coming to its limit—prime, she didn't know if this thing had ever created everything in the world, but it was obvious that they had created her current body.

Ice dissolves in water, atomizes in wind, and the counterfeit condensed from the element will return to the "sea" formed by the element, and the so-called "personal will" in this body will soon become this An inconspicuous point of light in the chaotic "sea" becomes the "nutrient" of those shimmering lights that are constantly wandering in the thorn bushes.

She is just a fake, she is just a shadow, she has the memory of 24 years of life, her hometown, her comrades-in-arms, everything she loves and hates in that memory-but what really belongs to her in those 24 years of life, maybe Only three days, or less.

For some reason, the voice of Consul Winston seemed to suddenly reverberate in his mind, with sighs and regrets——

"Meaningless……"

A living person with a real life has commented on his life in this endless darkness, while a fake with only three days of life is going through the darkness, trying to face the ancient god.

"It's so stupid..."

Agatha sighed softly, her voice melted into the darkness and turned into faint ripples, and in her mind, endless information was ebbing and flowing, and the mysterious will composed of "0" and "1" washed away looking at her mind.

She knew that she was about to melt into this huge will—even if it only stored the "flash" of the ancient god's thought at a certain moment, its huge scale was not comparable to her weak mind.

But that's okay, she's here.

She had passed through the vast jungle made of thorns, and came to the darkest depths.

The "arm" like a giant pillar supporting the sky stood quietly in front of her eyes. The surface of the giant pillar was covered with mysterious dark blue fine lines. In the dark and chaotic background, it seemed to be some kind of ancient truth monument.

Agatha raised her head slowly, then stretched out her hand again, trying to touch the thing.

Black debris and smoke rose and drifted in her field of vision.

Her skin has already been scratched with countless wounds by thorns, and the black mud-like substance gushes out of her body like a mist at this moment, dissipates and melts into the surrounding space, and those rising black fragments and smoke are floating out of her body thing.

Agatha felt that at this moment, she must look like a terrifying doll covered in cracks all over her body. Even if she was wrapped in bandages, she might not be able to cover up her terrifying appearance.

At the same time, the ancient god's "wrist touch" did not respond to her touch.

It didn't show any powerful power, nor did it show any terrifying side, and it didn't even show any reaction to external stimuli—there was only a slightly cold and soft touch from the fingertips, and it was a little rough.

Is it because this place is just an illusion projected from the deep sea?Or is it because his own existence is too small to attract the attention of the ancient gods?

Agatha frowned, thinking about what else she could do at this last moment, but after thinking for a long time, she found that she seemed to have nothing to do.

She has come to the end and understood the truth of this darkness. She passed through the thorn bushes that symbolized the thinking of the ancient gods, and at the end of this darkness, she witnessed a part of the true face of the Youshen Lord—even, she even touched it with her own hands. This ancient god's tentacles.

There is no more truth for me to discover, and no more missions for me to complete—this last journey is not so much about fulfilling the responsibility of the gatekeeper, but more like satisfying my own obsession.

Now, it's time to rest.

So Agatha exhaled lightly, let her body relax, turned around slowly, and leaned against the huge tentacles, like leaning on a pillar.

"I should be able to go on the road without a soul..." Agatha suddenly had some weird thoughts in her mind, and she leaned in the darkness and muttered to herself, but soon she laughed at herself and shook her head, "Surely not , if I have a soul, I will definitely cause a lot of trouble to the 'gatekeeper' on that side when I pass through that door... And I passed by, what should 'her' do, I can't go through that door by myself Daomen twice...

"I don't know what's going on at the cathedral...the guys who went down the well have gone back...but they don't seem to need to worry..."

She was talking to herself in the dark like this, as if she couldn't control the escape of her thoughts, what she was thinking in her heart unconsciously came out along with the words.

But at this moment, a strange burning sensation suddenly interrupted her talking to herself.

Agatha woke up suddenly from her daze.

At this moment, she felt the flames scorching herself, and the terrifying burning sensation seemed to burn through her soul instantly. She felt her mind boiling in the flames, and her thoughts that had been almost assimilated here also came to her senses. Struggling to get up in the hallucination of burning her body, she didn't know what happened, but in the next second, a voice drilled into her mind——

"The fire is lit."

It was her own voice.

In the darkness, Agatha's eyes widened suddenly. She seemed to see a vision——she saw herself standing in front of a deep pool filled with black mud, and the edge of the deep pool was disgusting. The believers and the demons, the mud in the pool was rolling, and the maliciousness was spreading. She raised her hands high in front of the mud, like a torch, and ignited it.

A faint green suddenly appeared in the field of vision, as if the illusion had penetrated the boundary between reality and reality.

Agatha lowered her head and saw flames burning on the surface of her arm that had already started to disintegrate. The dark green flame was exactly the same as what she had seen in the illusion.

In the channel built by the flames, she suddenly felt it——she felt another thought, another self.

The other party also felt her.

She knew what she had to do—she had things to do.

Agatha turned around abruptly, staring at the tentacles like a giant pillar reaching the sky, her face had the brightest smile since she stepped into this darkness, and bright light emerged from her eyes again.

She took a step forward and stretched out her hands towards the tentacles. Her whole body was quickly engulfed by the flames, but the pain of the flames seemed to turn into a great reward at this moment——Agatha opened her arms, and this It was the gesture she saw in that vision, the gesture she made in front of the deep pool.

Like a hug, the gatekeeper threw himself at the tentacle.

The mighty power will fight against another great power—those crazy believers try to use the gatekeepers as sacrifices to build a bridge, but this raging flame will completely cut off everything.

boom!
There was a terrifying roar in the darkness, and the flame swept across this chaotic and distorted space almost in the blink of an eye. In the overwhelming fire of the rising spirit body, the huge tentacles turned into a burning stick in an instant. The torch trembled violently in the flames.

Agatha felt that her flesh and blood were rapidly melting in the flames, and her body, which was originally made of polluted substances, had also become a ring to be completely purified by the flames at this moment—but she had no fear at all, but struggled He raised his head and looked back at the direction he came from.

The "thornbush" was also ignited, and it looked like a strange and magnificent tree crown in the crazily burning spiritual fire.

"Goodbye... Consul Winston..."

Agatha whispered to herself, hugging the tentacle wrist even more tightly in the flames, quietly waiting for the end of fate.

However, just before her consciousness was about to dissipate, she suddenly felt something.

The flame burned through herself and the tentacles. In the bridge built by the fire of the spirit body, she felt the response of this "ancient god limb" to herself for the first time.

She raised her head in astonishment, looking at the textured surface of the tentacle wrist, watching the flames flowing inside and outside of it, feeling the information injected into her mind from the spiritual fire, she saw that the surface of the tentacle wrist seemed to open instantly. There are countless eyes, and all of those eyes are frantically conveying knowledge and information to her.

In the end, all the knowledge and information turned into a storm in the mind——

11101001...11100101 10001000...10010011...

A string of "0"s and "1s" filled Agatha's last remaining thoughts.

But this time, she understood what they meant.

"Error... duplicate body..."

She debated in shock the information conveyed to her by this body of the ancient god, understood His intentions, and finally pieced together the answer.

She stared at the tentacles that she had set on fire.

"This is also... a fake?!"

In the next second, raging green flames swallowed her last consciousness.

(End of this chapter)