Deep Sea Embers

In his last waking moments, Belazov saw the figure standing on the edge of the wreckage.

The opponent's tall, thin and slightly pale face was reflected in his pupils, and the black chain floating in mid-air, and the ghostly demon at the end of the chain—"Smoke Jellyfish" came into view together.

After a short period of astonishment, Bellazov finally recalled the scene after scene - he recalled this figure, recalled those scenes that were always shielded from consciousness, he remembered that when he set foot on Dagger Island This tall and thin heretic stood on the shore when he was in the middle of the night. When he entered the "secret room", he walked beside him conveniently. When he returned to the Haiyan, he stood conveniently in the cabin...

Belazov's eyes widened, and the scorched skin on his face seemed to be cracking. He wanted to scold and speak, but he could only make a low hiss from his chest, and at the same time , the tall and thin figure with a pale face finally lowered his head, looking down at the dying general.

"I admit, I was negligent," the tall, thin, pale man said lightly, with almost no emotion in his tone, as if he was not talking to a person, but talking to himself to a piece of rotten wood, "When you Walking around the ship, I just thought you were checking the status of the various posts—General Belazov, I must admit, you put on a good show."

Belazov just stared at the other party, with anger boiling in his chest, but he could no longer drive this once robust body.

"What a pity, you are almost going to become an 'messenger'," the tall and thin man shook his head regretfully, "bring the glory of the Holy Lord into the city-state, and rescue the mortals who suffer from the filth and entanglement from their bodies, Let the first piece of paradise come to this dirty and twisted 'reality', such a glorious opportunity, but you wasted it... just short of the last little journey."

"Heretics..." Bellazov finally squeezed out a little sound from his chest, his teeth and bones creaked in the friction, "You... don't want to get involved..."

"Save your strength, General," the tall and thin man stepped forward, looking down at the dying man lying in the center of the wreckage, "Accept your death with peace of mind, the blessing of the Holy Lord will bring your sad body back to life ——You have already wasted the opportunity to become an envoy, but the tolerant Holy Lord will still not give up your suffering soul..."

Accompanied by the murmur that seemed to have the power to seduce, the tall and thin man slowly stretched out his right hand forward, and the soot jellyfish floating behind him also rose, squirmed, and gradually released from the veil-like mist-like body There was an increasingly obvious red glow, which was reflected in Belazov's gradually darkening pupils, but his body gradually sank into ice-his consciousness seemed to have completely dissipated, and he no longer had the slightest reaction to the outside world.

"It took a lot of work." The tall and thin man shook his head, and finally there were some emotional fluctuations in his tone, "Damn it, if it wasn't for the queen... 啐."

There were sticky and weird creeping and sliding sounds, and abnormal black foam began to appear in the seawater around the wreckage. In the foam, a strange substance like mud gradually rose up, and moved towards Belazov little by little. The direction of the remains spread past.

However, just a second before those muddy substances were about to touch the body, they stopped abruptly.

Even the surging sea water around seemed to be stagnant as if frozen.

The tall and thin man looked at this scene in astonishment, and subconsciously communicated with the "smoke jellyfish" again, trying to use the power of the deep spell to complete the next ceremony. However, the next second, he saw the general who had not responded suddenly slightly moved.

"Your vitality is really tenacious." The tall and thin man couldn't help frowning, "Why don't you just accept your fate calmly, General Duncan?"

"Not good," the burly body lying in the center of the wreckage, almost burnt to charcoal, opened his eyes again, calmly watching the Annihilation Cultist who lived with the deep demon, "continued, 'If it wasn't for the queen', the following is What?"

The tall, thin man blinked.

Something is wrong!

He didn't know what happened, but at this moment, all his intuition suddenly jumped violently, and a terrible sense of crisis seemed to permeate his mind as if overflowing from his soul. The body of the eyes wanted to retreat instinctively, but found that the legs refused to carry out this order for a while!

Immediately afterwards, the tall and thin man finally noticed the strange changes in General Duncan—his breathing was steady and powerful, his voice was low and calm, and his eyes were full of vitality. Lost all vitality!

The general even sat up!

"'If it's not the queen', what's behind?" Duncan stood up slowly, the burly height of this body allowed him to even look down at the cultist opposite, he stared into the other's eyes, and his tone was serious and calm, "What did you say?" Queen, do you mean the Frost Queen 'Lee Nora'?"

As he spoke, his gaze was placed behind the cultist, looking at the soot jellyfish floating in mid-air.

The jellyfish has already begun to respond.

The deep demon can perceive things that mortals cannot perceive. Although the cloud of smoke does not even have five sense organs, it can obviously "see" the truth inside this scorched body. Now it is trembling, and the shaking is getting stronger and stronger , and wisps of black shadows have escaped from its edge, bit by bit prying the passage between the deep sea and the real world.

Duncan couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Without this deep demon, it would be easier for him to get some information if he continued to pretend to be a dying general.

"Who are you?!" Of course, the Annihilation Cultist also reacted. The intense sense of disobedience and the danger signals constantly sent by the symbiotic demons were enough to make him realize the seriousness of the matter. I can be sure that the body in front of me is no longer the original soul, "If I'm just passing by, then I don't intend to conflict with you..."

"Beginning to be polite?" Duncan raised his eyebrows, feeling that the cultist in front of him was more enlightened than the two he saw in the cemetery, "Then why don't you tell me what are your plans and your compatriots' plan? What are you going to do, and what does it have to do with the 'Frost Queen'?"

While talking, he suddenly looked up at the "smoke jellyfish" floating in the air: "Don't run away."

The smoke jellyfish suddenly trembled violently, and the black cracks that spread around it scattered and cracked in the blink of an eye, making a piercing tearing sound.

The deep demon is chaotic and ignorant, but driven by instinct, it seems to be able to "understand advice".

At this time, the tall and thin man realized that his symbiotic demon had just tried to open the deep passage, and a belated fear seized his mind, but he had no time to communicate with his symbiotic demon at this moment—because The "outsider" who occupied the general's body was casting a calm but cold gaze.

"I... am just a nobody," he raised his head, looked into Duncan's eyes, and seemed to want to force a smile on his face, "I don't know the whole picture of the plan, you..."

"So who knows the whole picture of the plan?" Duncan said blankly, "Where are they hiding?"

"My compatriots...they..." The tall and thin man spread his hands, with a half-smile expression on his face, "They will be honored by me—"

Duncan frowned suddenly, and before he could react, a violent surge of energy suddenly came from the cultist's body, and in the next second, his entire body suddenly swelled as if inflated, and instantly exploded into a There was a ball of fire!

Duncan only had time to raise his hand, and the dark green flames turned into a curtain, blocking and transforming the oncoming fire and impact, and when the explosion dissipated and the surrounding sea gradually returned to calm, the cultist had long been wiped out.

There was only a cloud of black smoke that was dissipating continuously in the air—it was the smoke jellyfish that quickly disintegrated and disappeared after losing the symbiotic medium.

Duncan stared at this scene dumbfounded, and it took him a long time to react, but he could only look at some fragments floating near the wreckage and sigh: "These gangsters are really new... hey, they don't believe in cults even if they don't have brains. .”

While talking, he shook his head.

The cultist had been blown to pieces, and it was useless to regret it, but even though he couldn't get more clues from the other party, he "possessed" himself and got a lot of useful information.

The most useful of these intelligences is undoubtedly the last mention of the "queen" by the other party.

It sounds like the Frost Queen, who died in a rebellion half a century ago...caused a lot of trouble for one of those cultists' actions? This kind of trouble has continued to this day, so that they have to spend a lot of effort when they act?

Duncan stroked his chin with his hand, and raised his eyes thoughtfully.

The night was dark, and the pale brilliance of the creation of the world slightly illuminated the distant sea surface. At the end of the sea, you could see the lights of the coast of the city-state.

I don't know where the dagger island is, but it's obviously not far from Frost Island.

Let's use this body to get rid of the frost - the appearance is a bit miserable, but at least it won't melt away by itself like the previous one.

Duncan exhaled, walked towards the edge of the wreckage, and at the same time called Ai in his heart, preparing to let him take him to the coast not far away.

However, in the next second, his movements suddenly stopped.

He lowered his head somewhat unexpectedly.

The body... refused to obey orders.