Deep Sea Embers

For the next minute, Tirian was immersed in the short-term confusion and dullness caused by the huge impact. His eyes were hard to focus, and there were countless noises churning in his mind. His mind was heaving like a lonely boat in the storm. ——But even so, his reason is still clear.

He knew that it was the spiritual body flames that appeared in the darkness that kept his mind and prevented it from being polluted by the power of the Profound Lord.

After a while, he gradually adjusted his breathing. Since he was not too much mentally polluted, the illusion in his mind was quickly receding. At the same time, he also heard a calm voice from the opposite side. Lai: "It seems that you have recovered."

Tirian raised his head and looked at the tall figure opposite the nautical table: "You 'pull' me out just now..."

"You've been staring at it for too long. Fanna said you're falling into a nightmare," Duncan said indifferently. "Fortunately, I've done some research on the matter of 'intervening in dreams' recently."

"Nightmare," Tirian subconsciously rubbed between his brows, "Did I look like I fell into a nightmare just now..."

"It seems that you have had an unusual experience?" Duncan's tone was a little curious - he did urgently intervene in Tirian's spiritual world just now, but it was different from what he usually saw after using the power of walking in the spirit world to enter other people's dreams. After he intervened this time, he didn't "see" anything at all. There was only darkness in Tirian's "nightmare". It seemed that the "source" that created the nightmare had left before he intervened, which made him even more curious about what happened just now. what.

"I... saw an existence that cannot be described in words," Tirian struggled to recall what he had just seen, while carefully describing them, "I can't name its exact form, and I dare not recall it all the details, but I suspect that it is the Youshen Holy Lord..."

Tirian narrated what he saw and heard in the darkness, and added his many spiritual feelings in the middle, except that he couldn't accurately recall the complete outline of the huge shadow like a mountain, without any reservations.

After listening to Tirian's narration, Duncan frowned immediately: "You mean, the existence of that suspected 'Sacred Lord of the Deep', the only thing he said to you was to tell you to 'run'?"

"Strictly speaking, it's the only sentence I can understand," Tirian spread his hand, "He seems to have said a lot to me, but they were all lost in the huge noise, and in the end it seemed to give up, so he said The shortest word, I can barely catch it..."

Duncan was thoughtful: "It turns out that people can't hear the whispers of the ancient gods when the inspiration is too high..."

Tirian didn't react immediately: "Father, what did you say?"

"Ah, it's nothing, it has nothing to do with this matter." Duncan waved his hand and refocused on the matter in front of him. He thought for a while, then turned to look at Fanna, "Do you think what Tirian encountered was Youhui?" Lord? Do you think He told Tirian to 'run' out of protection?"

"From Captain Tirian's description and his own feelings, even if it is not the God of the Deep, it is at least a heretical god," Fanna replied immediately, "but as for the answer to that 'run'?" I'm sorry, Mr. Duncan, but I don't dare to jump to judgment."

Speaking of this, she paused, as if she felt that this answer was not responsible enough, and then added: "There has always been very little information about the Holy Lord Youyuan, and even the four major churches have limited information. The current mainstream view is that Youyuan The Holy Lord is a huge single entity located in the center of the deep realm. He does not have the ability to move, nor does he actively project power into the real world. He cannot communicate, and he does not seem to be able to think, just like..."

Fanna tapped her forehead, seeming to be struggling with what words to use to describe such an existence. Upon seeing this, Duncan said casually, "Like a piece of slime mold sinking in the deep sea? A living, huge, but inactive fungus that doesn't think. group?"

"...You are probably the only person in this world who describes the Youshen Lord as a slime mold," Fanna said with a strange expression, but she still nodded lightly, "but it is indeed like what you said, if we learn from those demon souls and evil The information obtained from the torture of the believers is correct, the Holy Master Youshen is such a "silent heretic god", the only thing He is doing is to continuously differentiate more Youshen demons from the body, or kill those Youshen who died in the battle. The devil absorbs it."

Duncan couldn't help but rubbed his forehead: "...how does this sound like a creep tumor..."

The captain spoke the incomprehensible "subspace dialect" again.

But Fanna has long been accustomed to this, she ignored the unintelligible words with ease, and naturally continued the topic: "In general, the Youshen Lord can be regarded as a relatively harmless heretical god, because he is at least It has never shown a tendency to corrupt the real world, but even so, it is still classified as an 'evil god' in the classification of the Four God Church."

"It has nothing to do with subjective consciousness. Is His existence itself a danger?"

"Yes——whether it is the deep demon that was differentiated from him, or those crazy Annihilation Cultists who signed a contract with the deep demon, they are the enemies of the civilized world."

Duncan didn't speak, but fell into thinking for a moment.

For some reason, what he thought of at this moment was the "black sun" that supported the false corona and was dying in the flames.

But he just thought about it for a while, and didn't make any judgments on the nature of the Youshen Holy Lord - the reason is very simple, the evidence is insufficient, and he will not draw conclusions without personal contact with things.

Tirian rubbed between his brows, the noise in his head had completely subsided, and now only slight dizziness and fatigue as if he had stayed up for several nights remained. When Fanna told the information about the Usher Lord, he also had his own thoughts .

"Regardless of whether the sound of 'running' showed good intentions or not, one thing is certain. The situation on the Obsidian is obviously the result of being influenced by the power of the Holy Lord, and there are already Oblivion Cultists active in the Frost City-State, and most of them are also I came here for this matter," Tirian said slowly, "if the influence I received just now is really related to the plan I participated in back then, then even the Abyss Project has something to do with it now—— After further reasoning, I think what we should pay most attention to now is probably the 'Dagger Island', which is the aftermath of the diving plan half a century ago that continues to this day."

"The eighth Submersible No. 3," Duncan said in a deep voice, "How much do you know about Dagger Island?"

"It's a military restricted zone right now, and even with the strength of the Sea Mist Fleet, there's no way to approach it easily—the Lost Home should be able to forcibly land on the island by virtue of its uniqueness, but it may not be easy to find that submersible in a short time, After all, the island is huge, and the research facility has a complex structure, and the military personnel on the island may directly order it to be destroyed in an emergency..."

The more Duncan heard the more something was wrong, he quickly interrupted the pirate leader: "Stop, stop, when did I say I was going to directly enter?"

Tirian was startled, and immediately realized: "Sorry, Father, I thought..."

Duncan waved his hand, indicating that the other party does not need to explain: "Don't talk about this, just tell me about the situation you know about Dagger Island, maybe it will come in handy."

"Okay, about that island..."

...

Belazov looked at the diving bell suspended in the center of the hall with a serious expression.

He has been in this research facility for two days, and in these two days, he spent half of the time in this hall, dealing with this diving bell.

He is not a professional researcher, neither understands mechanical matters nor understands the significance of a series of physical and chemical tests that scholars have done on those samples. The mechanical device with a strange background aroused curiosity.

irresistible curiosity.

As a Frostman who is not yet forty years old, he has not experienced the major event half a century ago, but as one of the top officials of the city-state, he has at least learned about the Abyss Project from those confidential files.

The No. 3 submersible occupies the most important position in all the dossiers, and is the most chilling part of the entire diving plan.

It was rusty and full of dirt inside and out, hanging on the iron hook like a piece of scrap iron, looking ordinary.

Professor Myerson stood next to the general, introducing the safety measures of this laboratory.

"...the bottom of the sling leads directly to the furnace. If an emergency occurs, the hook will be released in an instant, and the submersible will smash through the grille and fall into the furnace. If the submersible does not fall into the passage after the decoupling device is activated, a linkage mechanism would activate, and the entire room would unhook from the frame of the Chamber of Secrets and drop down a chute into a cave behind the bay - filled with nitroglycerin."

"What about the people in the lab?"

"We have thirty seconds to evacuate—then the evacuation will be locked," Professor Myerson said, "but if it's the worst case... the top person in charge, which is me, can choose not to start the evacuation aisle."

Belazov nodded slightly, and slowly came to the diving bell.

He looked at the round glass window covered in dirt, and cast his gaze into it curiously.

The dirty dark red mud was slightly surging in the submersible, and something in the shape of an eyeball was attached to the glass window, looking at Bellazov through the gap between the dirt.

After a long time, the general looked away: "It's dark inside, I can't see anything."

"Yes, we haven't opened its hatch yet," Professor Myerson nodded. "Of course we can't clean its interior."

General Belazov smiled: "It should be."