Deep Sea Embers

The clues seemed to connect.

There are traces of pollution in Purunde's history. There is a twisted and closed space-time boundary point in the chapel in the sixth block. There is a strange subspace rift hidden on the icon of the Storm Goddess, and the subspace... can pollute Dea. Everything outside space.

Shirley was one of the people who remembered the fire that year. When the fire burned, she was supposed to die like everyone else, but she somehow merged with a ghost hound and survived, and in everyone's knowledge When everything was distorted due to historical pollution, she retained the memory of the fire.

Now, a group of finalists attack Shirley - these warp-worshiping fanatics are insane and speak absurd words, but they always insist on "correct history" and "loopholes".

Of course, Duncan would not believe the absurd "truths" they said, and he would even listen to the "correct history" they said. But one thing was obviously not wrong - these cultists had nothing to do with the people in the city-state of Pland. Historical chaos is inseparable, and the subspace power behind them is the culprit. People like Shirley who remember the fire that year... are the biggest enemies in the eyes of this group of fanatics who want to pollute reality with wrong history.

But not everything has been explained.

How did these lunatics suddenly discover this "loophole" in Shirley? What is the relationship between historical pollution and "black sun"? The Black Sun has no ability to pollute history, so what role did the "Sun God" play in this matter? And most importantly...

Will Nina, the suspected carrier of the sun fragments, also be targeted by these cultists?

Duncan looked at the three crazy preachers with cold eyes, and raised his fingers slightly - a green flame suddenly ignited on one of them. This flame could be regarded as an "extraordinary object". The cultist's body caused him to suddenly scream and huddle on the ground, and also caused the other final preachers to suddenly become quiet.

"Fire...blasphemous fire..." A cultist's eyes widened. Even the followers of the subspace who were crazy and not afraid of pain actually showed fear when they saw the green flames, "blasphemy" , blasphemy...blasphemous thing!"

"If you don't want to be burned by fire, just continue to cooperate with my question." Duncan ordered flames to be lit everywhere on the deck. The crisscrossing fire net surrounded the three cultists, burning their spirits and bodies. " Let me ask you, how did you contaminate history? Did it start in Block 6?”

"We are getting history back on track!" Even though they were threatened by the phantom flames, the preachers did not forget those words. One of them raised his neck and shouted loudly, "The Sixth Block... The Sixth Block It's just a failed attempt, but it's nothing, nothing..."

Is Sixth Street just a failed attempt?

Duncan immediately frowned. The other party did not answer honestly, but still revealed some crucial information!

First of all, the fire that year was really caused by these subspace followers, and not simply a fire caused by the sun fragments as he initially thought. Secondly, it seems that these cultists' attempts to pollute history have not been done yet. Complete success - the fire eleven years ago did not achieve the expected results!

Then, he suddenly thought of another key year number - 1885.

That was the number Vanna found underground in the chapel, pointing to the year when the nuns of the chapel died in battle. Theoretically, it should also be the time when the church was invaded by subspace forces.

The fire broke out eleven years ago in 1889, four years after the nun died in the war.

In other words, it was four years after the chapel was invaded that these final missionaries caused the fire in 1889 - and that fire was what they called a "failed attempt."

A timeline seemed to gradually become clear before Duncan's eyes.

"You actually failed twice," Duncan said with a sinking face, looking at the final preacher who was being burned by the ghost flames. "In 1885, you invaded a small church and wanted to use it as a starting point to spread the attack. The pollution of history, but a nun ruined your plans with her life, sealing that year's 'invasion' and her own 'death' in the underground church;

"Four years later, in 1889, you carried out the second plan to create a fire in the sixth block where the chapel is located. You wanted to cover the reality with a historical branch of 'the city was burned by fire', but it failed again. The traces of the fire were wiped out by unknown forces and could not continue to burn...

"Then you have been lurking in the city-state until today, always looking for opportunities to continue this plan, until you discovered the loophole in Shirley. You believed that the failure of the plan back then was related to her survival, and you wanted to get rid of this 'hidden danger' first?"

The ghost flames burned ragingly, and the preacher curled up in the flames. Even his body that was not afraid of pain seemed to be unable to withstand the pain that directly burned his soul. However, this crazy man had no intention of answering the question. Instead, he slowly Slow grinned and looked at Duncan with a creepy smile.

"You don't need to answer. I can see the answer in your eyes - you are mocking and resentful, which means I am right." Duncan did not pay attention to the other party's provocation and just continued calmly, "Next, I will also I have a question... What is the connection between you and the 'Black Sun'? The fire in 1889 was caused by a fragment of the sun... Were you responsible for that fragment?"

In the end the preacher remained silent.

Duncan spread the flames to the other two people, watching them huddle and twitch in the fire, but still didn't get a word of answer.

"If you don't tell me, then I can only guess," Duncan sighed and waved his hands to disperse the flames - he had realized that this kind of simple "pain" was completely meaningless to these fanatics who embraced subspace. Their bodies and spirits have long been mutated and inhuman. "I guess you have some cooperation with those Sun believers... No, maybe you have a cooperation with the 'Sun Children' behind those believers? You help those Sun Children revive them The 'Lord', and the way to revive...is to summon the sun from 'history'?"

Looking at the few cultists who remained silent, Duncan paused for only a moment before continuing: "In the early days of the New City-State's history, there was a city-state of 'Wilhelm' that no one knew about, and only its name remained. The last message the city-state left to the world was that 'the black sun has come from history'... So, this is not the first time you have done this, summoning the sun that should have extinguished from history... Therefore, this summoned The process itself is the biggest pollution to history, right?”

When all the trivial clues suddenly come together, when all the lines gradually connect into one, those things that were once incomprehensible or even unthinkable become imaginable facts. Duncan's imagination and memory are running at high speed at this moment. When he got up, the known, unknown, and knowable things gradually turned into clear tracks in his mind.

Of course, there are still many unexplainable questions here - such as how these final preachers got together with the Sun Sect, such as how they summoned the sun from history, such as those ordinary suns Whether the believers and priests know these upper-level secrets, he has not yet answered.

And even those things he just thought of, many of them are only based on speculation. If the few final evangelists in front of him don't admit it, then he lacks key evidence.

The spiritual flames on the deck gradually shrank, and finally only a wall of fire remained around the three cultists. Duncan stood in front of the flames, looking down at the "preachers" expressionlessly.

"You should be the only ones who have sneaked into the city-state, right?

"Where are the others hiding? What are you going to do next? Continue to eliminate the 'loopholes' you call them? Or are you waiting for an opportunity to cause greater pollution?

"Still refusing to answer?"

Duncan asked questions one after another, and finally, one of the cultists finally moved his body.

The skinny madman slowly opened the corner of his mouth, raised his head and looked at Duncan, his voice was hoarse and unclear: "We are not hiding in the so-called city-state... We are hiding in this cursed and twisted history that should have ended long ago... It begins If it's gone, it won't end...What the Firebringer can't do, you can't do either, 'Mr. Captain'..."

The corners of this cultist's mouth are getting wider and wider, and his smile is chilling. His voice is low, as if it is bewitching and chilling: "I just saw that your humanity is really dazzling. Where did you pick it up?"

Duncan's eyes suddenly changed slightly. He took a step forward and said in a majestic and suppressed voice: "What do you mean?"

"...Have a nice day, Mr. Captain," the preacher seemed to have suddenly changed, from a crazy believer to a polite citizen. He slowly got up and sat on the deck with his rickets. On the top, his eyes seemed to have gone beyond Duncan, scanning the huge and deserted Homeless Ship, "Ah... the promised land, the promised ark..."