Deep Sea Embers

No one understood the line between life and death better than Tyrian and his undead sailors.

Bartok, the god of death, has a door to anchor the boundary between life and death. In short, as long as the soul of the living passes through that door, it arrives at the world of the dead, and that door is One-way—in other words, as long as you don't pass through that door, whether it's a short-term awakening of a corpse or a continuous curse of the undead, it's not actually a real "resurrection from the dead".

"There are many people in the world who confuse 'undead' with 'dead', and even think that the former is just taking advantage of the gate of death," Tirian said calmly, turning his head and looking at the clamoring sailors in the square, "But in fact, they were only rejected by the gate because of soul pollution, so they were stuck at the boundary between life and death. According to the strict concept of the Church of Death, the 'undead' actually belonged to the world of the living. "

Duncan didn't speak for a while, but recalled his experience in that cemetery.

Waking up in a coffin, the cemetery guards called them "restless"; a group of Annihilation Cultists came to steal the corpse, and they seemed to have expected that the corpse would change; the body suddenly disintegrated itself, as if "arriving at some limit"……

"Frost may not have truly resurrected the dead, but most people actually witnessed the dead appearing in the city, and behind these incidents, it is very likely that a group of oblivion believers are related," Duncan said calmly after pondering. He said slowly, "It's just that I can't say how much they have infiltrated, nor can I say what they want to do."

"Annihilation cultists?" Tirian was taken aback. He didn't expect this matter to be related to cultists all of a sudden. "How do you know it's related to them?"

"They once tried to take a corpse from the city-state cemetery, and they seemed to be fully prepared, and even predicted that the corpse would change in advance-although the actual situation in the end was a little different from what they expected."

Tirian listened in a daze, then looked at his father suspiciously: "How...how did you know this information? And it's so detailed..."

"That corpse is me."

Tirian: "...huh?"

"It was just an evening walk, and I happened to meet a corpse stealer," Duncan did not explain in detail, "It doesn't matter, what matters is whether these 'return of the dead' events are related to the 'deep sea' under the frost .”

"The return of the dead and the 'deep sea'?" Tirian frowned. He really had never associated these two things together. between……"

"It's very simple. The body that I 'temporarily used' disintegrated strangely at the end, and the state it presented during the disintegration process was very similar to the 'replica' that appeared in the Abyss Project you described."

"The state of disintegration?" Tirian's tone was surprised, followed by doubts, "But...the replica of the Abyss Project came from the seabed below a thousand meters, how could the dead in the city-state have anything to do with it... "

He stopped, the expression on his face became complicated and dignified, and he raised his head after a while: "Could it be that the power of 'replication' has spread in the city-state, and the cultists you mentioned are the promoters? There shouldn’t be anything involved between the Annihilation Cultist and the deep sea..."

Listening to Tirian talking to himself, Duncan suddenly thought of another thing.

In the deepest part of the Obsidian, in the mouth of "Captain Crystal", there is that small piece of flesh and blood that contains the aura of the Profound Lord!

If that ghost ship really came from the deep sea below the frost, if that Captain Christo (let alone whether he is a replica or the main body) really had contact with the Lord of the Darkness...then the Annihilation Cultist in the city-state would be It has something to do with the deep sea!

Tirian looked at the figure in the ice curiously: "Father, what are you thinking?"

"How much do you know about the Profound Lord? What about the Annihilation Cultists?" Duncan raised his head suddenly and asked, "How much have you dealt with them?"

"I haven't dealt with them much-although the Annihilation Cultists are not as elusive as the final preachers, they are also a low-key and surreptitious group. They are obsessed with studying demon knowledge and 'purifying' themselves through demon knowledge. Generally, they will not There is something to do with outsiders."

Tirian shook his head, and continued: "As for the Lord of the Deep... I heard that his personality is equivalent to a god, but he does not have the authority of a god. In a few descriptions, He is a prostrate in the deepest part of the deep realm. A huge piece of flesh guarding a large rift leading to the subspace with countless arms and legs, but there are also rumors that He was actually stuck on that rift, and it was sealed there by some great power...

"The information in this area has always been vague and bizarre. After all, mortals in the world have almost no means to observe the situation in the deep realm. All research in this area is based on the indirect observation of the projection of the spirit world and the soul torture of some Annihilation Cultists. superior."

Speaking of this, Tirian couldn't help but asked curiously: "Why did you suddenly ask about the Lord Youshen?"

"In the deepest part of the Obsidian, I found a small piece of flesh, which most likely came from the Lord of the Deep."

Tirian: "...?"

The number of times he was stunned this evening has obviously surpassed that of his old father when he saw twelve badika dancers dancing on the stage just now.

"I know you don't believe it, but it's true." Of course Duncan could see the disbelief on Tirian's face. "I have a deep demon here, and it can help identify it."

Tirian's tone was still a little dazed: "The deep demon? Help identify it?"

"A deep hound—you have seen it," Duncan said casually, "although you only saw it for a moment."

Tirian was startled, as if thinking of something, he immediately reached out and touched his forehead.

Duncan nodded: "Yes, that's it."

Tyrian didn't know what to say.

Duncan raised his gaze, looked over Tirian's shoulder, and glanced in the direction of the square.

After a few rounds of dancing, even the dancers who took the potion in advance should rest.

"The conversation should be over," Duncan said suddenly. "This time the matter seems to be more complicated than you and I imagined. It is difficult to draw any conclusions based on this kind of discussion through a mirror."

"what do you mean……"

"I will send a courier there, and the courier will take you to the Lost Home. Here, we can talk about some things more conveniently, and let you see with your own eyes what I brought out from the depths of the Obsidian."

Go aboard the Lost Home? !

Although it was a gentle invitation, Tirian couldn't help feeling a chill and nervous moment.

He tried his best to control the changes in his expression, but the instant reaction in his eyes still caught Duncan's eyes.

"If you don't want to, I can go directly," said the voice in the ice, "but you need to make preparations with your subordinates first."

Tirian looked a little tense.

Go to the Lost Home by yourself, or let the Lost Home enter the base of the Sea Fog Fleet?

No matter which option is selected, it seems that it is a bit of a challenge to achieve in life.

But after weighing it briefly, he made a rational decision.

"You send a messenger, it will be more convenient for me to go there."

Tirian looked calmly at his father in the ice.

Reason told himself that his father had really regained his humanity, so even the Lost Homeland returned from the subspace...theoretically, it was not a dangerous and forbidden place.

What can't pass?

In the past, I only need to make some psychological preparations myself, but if the Lost Country is allowed to sail directly into the home port, then I am not the only one who needs to make psychological preparations.

Just a little bit of nervous instinct to fight.

"That's good," Duncan nodded, seemingly satisfied with Tirian's answer, then he took half a step back, and his figure quickly dimmed and blurred in the ice, "Then I'll leave now, There are some things to be busy, and I will inform you before the messenger leaves."

Tirian bowed slightly in front of the ice that was gradually returning to normal, and waited until the last trace of green flame dissipated before he straightened up again.

Then he collected himself, turned around and walked towards the square.

In the square, the hustle and bustle in the second half of the night has not stopped. The undead sailors are either eating and drinking, or talking and laughing wantonly, and some rude people who are closer to the stage are trying to whistle to the dancers on the stage-but because Air leaks from the mouth or throat and can only make funny noises.

On the stage, the dancers had finished their performance. They stood in a row under the command of the foreman, as if they were waiting for the next order to disband. The cold wind blew through the gap between the campfire and the windshield, and some of the girls seemed to be shaking a little , and in their numb and dull eyes, a lively expression gradually began to emerge.

The effect of the alchemy potion is almost over, and normal feelings will return to their heads.

A little bit of curiosity gradually appeared on the faces of two girls, but fear gradually appeared in the eyes of more people.

The square is full of strangely shaped undead people—even if you have prepared in advance, this is not a scene that ordinary people can bear.

The first mate, Aiden, ran out. He had been paying attention to the movement on the stage. At this time, he came directly to the highest point in the square, and yelled at the sailors who were still making noise with a broken voice: "It's gone! It's gone! Dancing! The scariest-looking gang hide their faces, and the limbless ones get under the table, the girls are leaving—get out of the way by the stage...Waylon! You get under the table for me Go! I was scared when I saw your face!"

So the sailors on the square responded loudly, covering their faces, hiding, making noise and laughing, while the head dancer on the stage looked at this scene a little at a loss, and then reacted in a hurry and embarrassment He bowed to Aiden and hurriedly led the girls off the stage.

Those girls with nervous and fearful expressions tried to hide themselves behind the others, and hurried towards the temporary accommodation arranged for them.

There were also two courageous girls who stopped on purpose, blinking their eyes and looking curiously at the undead people in the square.

A girl raised her head when passing by Aiden, and said something with a smile. The first officer felt embarrassed and almost fell off the high platform.

The dancers from Cold Harbor left.

Aiden finally noticed Tirian who came to the square.