Deep Sea Embers.

Chapter 702 Departure
  The goat head was very panicked now, very panicked - even though the captain told him not to panic, his head almost went into vibrating mode as soon as he heard the news.

  Even Alice next to her was frightened for a time after listening to the news brought by the captain - she was so frightened that she hasn't recovered yet.

  "You mean...all the individuals in the Kingdom of Ancient Crete from top to bottom were copied from part of my remains," the goat head glared, "and were copied by Holy Lord Yousui?"

  "Yes," Duncan nodded, "This also explains many historical problems related to the ancient kingdom of Crete that have always been pending in front of scholars, such as why this ancient kingdom left almost no systematic cultural data - —Because they are a short-lived ethnic group that was 'created' for the purpose of 'Genesis' and originally did not have their own cultural system; for example, why are the 'relics' of the Cretans distributed in places that are not suitable for survival at all, or even Islands shrouded in visions, because all the ancient cities of Crete were founded as Creation infrastructure, they were not intended to serve as settlements…”

  The goat head's tone became more complicated: "You know that's not what I'm paying attention to..."

  "...It was a bit of a shock to suddenly learn that an ancient ethnic group turned out to be his 'heir'." Duncan was silent for a moment, and could only say with a straight face, "To be honest, I was shocked when I first learned the news. Quite surprised..."

  At this time, Alice, who had not interrupted much, suddenly spoke up: "But...but...but...shan..."

  "You put the head on and then you talk," Duncan rolled his eyes at the puppet helplessly, "It's scary to sit next to it with your head in your hands."

  Alice hadn't put it back on after her head was frightened. She had been sitting next to Duncan with her head in her arms, concentrating on eating the melon. At this time, she reacted in a panic when she was reminded. She said "oh" and quickly pressed her head on her neck. Go up, and immediately started talking: "But isn't the goat head the main god of elves? If you insist on saying that, all the elves in the world can be regarded as his descendants, he should be able to accept it..."

  "It's easy to say." The goat head immediately turned his head away, and resentment seemed to come out of the base, "I was half asleep and was used as a culture medium, okay? And I just have to be It's okay to say that it's an ancient ethnic group, but it's also bringing along a group of final preachers! I thought there was something wrong with those godly 'preachers' at the beginning, so when I got on the ship without saying anything, I lay down and kissed the deck. If it weren't for the material, I would have gotten goosebumps - now I even think of goosebumps! What's going on? After a nap, open your eyes..."

  Seeing that the goat head had quickly entered the nagging mode, Duncan had to knock on the table twice to calm down the a little excited first mate, and then he coughed twice to break the silence: "Ahem, finally the preacher once Also normal Cretans.”

  The goat head was startled for a moment, then rolled his neck reluctantly: "I do know this...I know it now...and even now they have some who are not that crazy...but..."

  It "buted" for a long time, but didn't come up with a reason. It just mumbled for a long time, and finally it all turned into a helpless sigh, its head hung down, and it stopped saying anything.

  Alice couldn't help but glance at the goat's head a few more times, then raised her head and looked at Duncan a little helplessly. After a while, she hesitated and said: "Captain... the first mate doesn't seem to be very happy."

  "I can't say that I am happy or unhappy. I just suddenly learned a very shocking news. I need to rest and think calmly for some time." Duncan sighed softly and stood up from the navigation table. "We don't want to excuse me."

  "Oh," Alice agreed, getting up from the chair obediently, and followed Duncan towards the captain's room. When she passed the edge of the chart table, she stopped again, hesitated for a moment and then stretched out her hand. , touched the goat's head, "You have a good rest...you will teach me how to cook southern cuisine later..."

  Duncan couldn't help but tremble at the corners of his eyes as he listened, but this time he didn't say anything more. He just shook his head silently, turned around and walked towards the deck outside the door.

  The sea breeze is gentle, the waves are undulating, and the sea in the distance is sparkling. It is still a good weather.

  Duncan and Alice strolled onto the deck, and then discovered that Vanna had also arrived on the deck at some point, leaning against the side of the ship and blowing in the wind, looking into the distance as if she was thoughtful.

  The sea breeze blowing from the direction of the border raised Vanna's silver-white hair. When she heard the movement behind her, she turned her head and lifted her long hair, with a smile on her face: "Captain, Alice."

  "I thought you wanted to talk to Helena more," Duncan nodded and strolled to the side of the ship. "Such important information will surely have a great impact on everyone."

  "Yes, such important information - so His Majesty the Pope probably won't have much time to chat with me next time," Fanna laughed, shook her head and said, "She should still be chatting with several other His Majesty the Pope at the moment. Meeting... Whether it's the origin of the ancient kingdom of Crete, the future of our world called 'Sanctuary', or those... crazy 'Final Survey Team', it's enough to make many people lose their minds. That’s a lot of hair.”

  "…After that, was there any movement in Vision 004?" Duncan asked.

  "No," Fanna shook her head, "After you left, we left a few surveillance personnel, and they reported that there has been no movement in the assembly hall so far... In the past, even if the mausoleum itself was not Appear, there will be some strange noises or shadows in the assembly hall from time to time... It seems that just like what you said, Vision 004 is really completely closed to the outside world."

  "...Just like the 'sun' above our heads, that 'mausoleum' has also reached the end of its lifespan, and its mission is over," Duncan said calmly, "The tombkeeper reminded me that even if we receive no more information from the mausoleum in the future, Don’t make any response to the news, let alone send anyone in... If something comes out of the mausoleum, even if the tombkeeper himself comes out of there, don’t respond, but stay away as soon as possible… That is no longer the Vision 004 you know."

  "We know that His Majesty the Pope has warned all saints that from now on, Vision 004 will become a completely forbidden area. Except for a team of ascetics who are on duty to monitor the situation and will be stationed at the edge of the assembly venue, there will no longer be any Someone approached the Tomb of the Unknown King..." Fanna whispered, and gradually became silent again. After a few seconds, she suddenly sighed: "...Another thing is over."

  Yes, another thing was over - but what was she referring to? Refers to this extremely special "gathering"? Or is it the "monitoring-convening-listening" process for the Tomb of the Unknown King that has been established in the Four Gods Church for thousands of years? Or... is it a legacy left by the ancient creators to this world?
  Regardless, they're all over.

  "Did the tombkeeper tell you about the 'sun'?" After a moment of silence, Fanna suddenly said, "Did he mention how the 'sun' was built, or...what else? There is a way to repair it, even if it means extending it a little longer..."

  Duncan shook his head slightly.

  "He is just a guard. After all the systems were shut down and all the engineers and designers left, he was turned into a visionary observation station and imprisoned in life and death. He has told me everything he knows, but the sun …”

  Duncan paused and looked toward the sea in the distance.

  Vision 001 - The sun is moving slowly in the sky, like an old man staggering toward his destination.

  "The sun is a huge project built by the 'Creep King' and the entire Cretan community. This is not something that a guard can understand."

  "...too," Fanna shook her head mockingly, "I expected too much."

  "Yes, but it doesn't matter, because this is the problem I want to solve next," Duncan glanced at Vanna and said in a gentle tone, "Let's just go find the 'designer' of the Deep Sea Age - first open the A door begins.”

  As his words fell, a slight creaking sound sounded from deep inside the cabin of the Lost Home at the same time. Then, Vanna felt a slight vibration under her feet, and then, the translucent The sail of the spirit body slowly appeared on the mast——

  The Lost Home began to slowly adjust its posture and turn its bow. This huge and majestic ghost ship slowly pointed its bow towards the distant sea - the majestic and boundless mist that stood hazily at the edge of the world.

  ……

  In Qingfeng Port, the solemn and sacred Storm Cathedral is still parked quietly near the coastline. A priest wearing a blue and black robe passed through the covered bridges and arches of the upper church area and almost flew to the Pope. Outside the door of the prayer room: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty the Pope! That ship, the Homeless, has moved! It suddenly changed course ten minutes ago and accelerated away from Qingfeng Port!"

  "I know," Helena's voice came from the prayer room, and the magnetism of her voice seemed to have calming magic. "There's no need to make such a fuss, it's just that the time has come."

  After finishing her words, this graceful and elegant lady turned her head and focused her attention on the ceremonial brazier in front of her again.

  Part of her spirit went deep into the brazier, still staying in the channel built by psychic communication.

  "...The Lost Home has set off, and Vanna just sent me the news... Yes, the 'Tide' is already on the way with the escort ship, and they will arrive at the agreed assembly point on time...

  "Banster, what kind of life-and-death fleet do you have?"

  A gloomy voice came into Helena's mind: "It's the 'rest' and the 'restless', Helena."

  "Okay, it's almost the same anyway... Where are they?"

  "They've also set off, don't worry - we'll all arrive on time."

  (End of this chapter)