Deep Sea Embers

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The moment he saw the distorted light, the old guard realized that he had fallen into an extremely dangerous situation due to his carelessness. In this cold night, there was an unimaginable and indescribable existence that knocked on his door. The door, and what's even more deadly is that he had lit powerful incense a few minutes ago in order to dig out the secrets from the souls of the two cultists!

The incense was enough to create the dying illusion that the caster wanted in the mind of the deceased, and it could also greatly enhance the caster's own range of perception and mental acuity, which allowed him to successfully extract the subtlest consciousnesses of the two cultists. He could distinguish the aura of the deep demon in the fluctuations - but the side effect was that his spiritual vision was temporarily improved, so that at this moment, he was almost defenseless and faced the truth about the visitor.

The brilliant and distorted starlight surged wildly outside the door, vaguely outlining a huge, giant-like existence. It was like ten thousand roars superimposed on each other, and the piercing screams were rushing through my mind. Every scream seemed like About to tear his soul apart, the old guard stood there stiffly and saw a starlight extending toward him. The front end of the starlight suddenly bloomed, as if there were countless eyes turning around inside.

Duncan looked at the old man holding a shotgun in front of him, and then glanced behind the old man.

He saw the two lifeless bodies.

The cultist has been dealt with - the seemingly vulnerable old man in front of him seems to have strength beyond his expectation.

"It seems that the trouble has been solved, that's great," Duncan laughed and nodded slightly, "I originally wanted to help, but I was worried that you would be in danger."

As he spoke, he glanced down at his current state, and quickly added: "Ah, I know that I look a bit scary and very suspicious now. The reason for this is very simple - the situation is tense and I have to I temporarily used a body of poor quality, and now this body is gradually collapsing, but don't worry, old gentleman, I'm not a good person..."

The humming and rumbling sounds seemed to be mixed with human language. Most of the words that could be understood were mixed with huge knowledge and washed away all the senses. The old guard faced the starlight giant in an invisible storm. He realized, The other person is talking to himself.

Duncan looked at his hands.

It was not yet sunrise, and there was still only darkness on the boundless sea.

This indescribable existence has left. From the perspective of an upper-level individual, it cannot be said that Qiu Qiu has done nothing wrong. This means that he may be some kind of friendly existence - so at least in a short period of time, the cemetery should not be used again. Something else invades.

He closed his eyes hard, silently reciting the name of Bartok, the God of Death, and then opened them again after a few seconds.

He could not allow a suspicious presence to remain on the land where the dead should rest.

White smoke was rising all over his body, his skin was broken every inch, and half a kilogram of soot fell from his body. The old man just pointed the gun at himself and did not fire immediately. This only proves that he may not have bullets in the gun...

In the captain's quarters of the Lost Home, Duncan breathed a sigh of relief and glanced beside him.

The pale gleam of World Creation illuminates this world.

Duncan frowned a little.

He still clearly remembers the scene when the body disintegrated rapidly.

The weird scene in his field of vision still existed, but it was a little better than before. At least he could see more of what the real world should look like, and he could see clearly the boundary between the road and the morgue.

Ai Yi was tilting his head and looking here, when he suddenly said: "Our soldiers are fighting with the enemy, and the situation is too unfavorable for us!"

The old guard pondered for a moment, then turned back to the hut, slowly locked the door, and locked the window while fighting against the persistent dizziness and tinnitus. He relied on his memory to find herbs and herbs among a bunch of chaotic shadows and crawling things. He poured holy oil on the four corners of the room. After doing all this, he came to the center of the room, pushed the still warm body from the chair to the ground, sat on the chair himself, and Hanging a Death emblem on his chest, holding this double-barreled shotgun, he quietly waited for daylight to fall.

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The indescribable existence suddenly left, actually left.

The old man's muscles were stiff, but he still slowly raised the double-barreled shotgun in his hand. Under the tremendous mental pressure and interference of confused thinking, he aimed the gun at this..."individual" who was as weak as a god.

The old guard looked towards the path and saw a pile of strange charcoal scattered on the roadside. He also looked in the direction of the morgue, but it was difficult to see what it really looked like.

"This body has almost reached its limit."

Duncan recalled his experience in that cemetery and sorted out the information he had.

"Leave," he said vaguely, and then his voice rose a little higher, "Leave! Don't disturb us!"

This is another key point.

"Today's first visit, the scene was quite chaotic, and there were many accidents." He showed a smile and said to the old guard, "But the conversation with you before was quite pleasant. I hope that next time we can be in a more peaceful and stable place." See you under the circumstances, goodbye.”

As he spoke, he moved his slightly stiff neck, raised his head and looked out the window.

And at the end of that darkness is the direction of the frost.

These Annihilation cultists obviously know something. They have already predicted the disintegration of this body.

But if it doesn't go well, it doesn't go well, and I haven't gained anything from all this hard work.

Is there some connection between these abnormal things and Morris, the "friend who came back from the dead"?

There was obviously something wrong with this corpse—not just because four Annihilation cultists took the risk in the middle of the night and came over to steal the corpse, but also because of the strange "self-disintegration" phenomenon of this body later on.

He could feel that the collapse of this body had reached its limit, and the spirit he had projected from the Lost Home was gradually breaking away from the disintegrating medium.

No matter what we want to investigate next, we can only wait until the sun rises.

There was just one thing that confused him - he was the cemetery guard.

His slightly hasty journey to the frost was not smooth. Not only was he unable to find a body that could be used for a long time, he was not even able to leave the cemetery in the end.

While guessing the intentions of these cultists, he was also thinking about another thing.

This indescribable person who visited me on a winter night seemed to want to communicate with me.

The old guard felt that the huge pressure and crazy noise in the spiritual world disappeared in an instant, and the chaotic starlight in front of his eyes also disappeared in the blink of an eye. A kind of tinnitus with a sense of fulfillment emerged, and he raised his head amid the persistent tinnitus. Looking around, I saw the cemetery path winding and extending under the light of gas street lamps. The shadows on both sides of the path were blurred and overlapping, as if hiding countless trembling and jumping silhouettes. The morgue not far away was covered with dancing Limbs and creeping shadows, pairs of eyes blinking in the darkness, each pair of eyes seemed human but not human.

The rich experience turned into the correct judgment at this moment: he didn't know how long his crazy symptoms would last. When he lost the ability to judge and could worsen at any time, continuing to be active outside could only lead to unpredictable results - he was not even sure. The next time he raises his gun, whether he will aim at a living person or a dead person.

are the reverberations of madness—the good news is not permanent madness, nor complete madness.

The spirit was withdrawn from the body, and the body that quickly disintegrated due to the death of the symbiotic demon was finally completely destroyed. After losing Duncan's forcible maintenance, it fell on its back, and fell into a dry and shattered piece the moment it fell to the ground. of coke.

The Annihilation cultists who lead the Holy Lord Netherworld are the most noteworthy part.

It is foreseeable that what happens outside this cemetery after sunrise tomorrow will come into the sight of the frost authorities and the local church, and will cause a small shock among the church guardians.

Of course, the "dead man" who crawled out of the coffin would also attract the attention of the local church.

Four cultists pretended to be priests of the God of Death during the strictest curfew period, went to the cemetery and tried to steal a corpse, and even lost their lives for it. This is a big deal.

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It was not the first time that he had done this kind of thing of occupying a body, but it was the first time that he had seen this strange disintegration phenomenon - back in the sewers of Plande, the heartless sacrifice, no matter how wonderful it was, could not survive. There has never been such a weird situation!

But he soon understood the old guard's violent reaction at this moment - after all, his appearance at the moment did not look like a good person.

But he couldn't hear anything clearly.

Duncan raised his hand and slowly rubbed his chin.

"Alice is fighting with something again?" Mo Fan listened to the movement outside and could vaguely hear the clanking sound on the deck and the exclamation of Miss Doll, but that sound had long since become the voice of the Lost Home. It was a daily routine, so he didn't pay attention, just shook his head and said, "Let her be, it will stop after a while."

This temporarily occupied body

Duncan frowned.

At the same time, Duncan also remembered what the cultist said unintentionally: "It's time for me to leave." Duncan nodded and took a half step back. He didn't mind the old man's reaction at all, "I just came to confirm. Let’s talk about the situation.”