Deep Sea Embers

The clusters of shadows in the spirit world subsided, and the loud noises and outrageous malice that filled the entire space also quickly dissipated.

Agatha raised her left hand and quietly "watched" the skinny heretic lying on the edge of the triangular area. The latter was curled up in pain on the ground. The black chains extending from his body were broken, and smoke and dust rose from the broken chains. , is being weathered into sand and dust one by one.

After the death of the symbiotic deep demon, the heretic's life will soon come to an end-but at least for now, he can answer some questions.

Although Agatha didn't really expect this stubborn heretic to really cooperate with her, she still walked over slowly and stopped at the edge of the triangle, looking down at the dying cultist.

"You can completely erode and replace a piece of infrastructure under the nose of the church, and even replace all the pastors... It surprises me," she said slowly, her voice seemed to be mixed with a deep echo from the tomb, This dizzying voice can weaken most people's defenses, "How did you do it?"

The dying heretic struggled to raise his head, but only showed a sneering smile, and there was no fear on his skinny face: "Guess?"

Agatha was unmoved: "Your lair is in Frost City, right?"

"Hey..." The cultist's head trembled, he pushed his body hard, and let himself lie on his back on the pale ground, so as to meet Agatha's gaze, "Don't waste your efforts, so what in the frost?" ...what you can't find... When you find the sanctuary, it will be our day of success, foolish priest..."

Agatha had no expression on her face, she just gently raised her cane, and pointed the end of the stick at the cultist's chest: "What are you trying to do? Pollution of the city-state with the so-called 'element'? Or do you want to rely on those who can't even stabilize themselves?" 'Fakes' to replace the living in the city-state? What is your connection with the power in the deep sea? Is it related to the submerged project?"

A cluster of pale flames ignited at the end of the cane. The flames burned the flesh and soul. The pain caused caused the cultist to twitch and convulse. The gatekeeper squeezed out a creepy and eerie laugh between his teeth: "Heh...heh...the promised...is about to come...no one...no one can escape... "

Agatha finally frowned, she raised her arms slowly, and she lifted the cultist into the air bit by bit with her cane. The pale flames burned the latter's distorted body due to the long-term coexistence with the deep demon, making him Like a piece of rag floating in the fire.

Her voice was cold, as if it was circulating in a tomb: "The last question, you heretics...why can you say the name of the god of death?"

In the pale flames, a smile slowly broke out on the skinny cultist's face. He seemed to be very happy. When he saw the gatekeeper of the church confused by this question, he didn't even think about what the "cremation" brought. The pain is half gone.

"The Holy Lord Youshen brought the revelation... All the beliefs in the world point to the same... We who have received the revelation have already crossed the so-called border... Gatekeeper, do you think that there is a true relationship between your god and the Holy Lord?" What's the difference?"

Agatha's complexion changed instantly, the cultist in front of her eyes actually compared the Holy Lord Youshen with the God of Death, such blasphemous words made her furious, but the cultist showed his last touch of relief in the flames Smiling, without giving her a chance to continue the interrogation, the other party swallowed his last breath, leaving only a little body that quickly turned to ashes.

"...The words of a madman are upside down."

Agatha's face was gloomy, and she slowly put down her cane. The anger in her heart was still there, but these emotions did not interfere with her normal thinking and judgment - after controlling the ups and downs of her emotions, she immediately began to think.

After excluding the other party's last remarks comparing the Holy Lord Youshen with the God of Death, this cultist who has been stubborn from the beginning to the end has actually revealed a lot of information that can be speculated.

They do have a "nest" in Frost City, and they call this lair "sanctuary", which means that it is indeed a place for rituals, which is consistent with the currently known information. The sanctuary was "hidden" with a special method, so it was extremely difficult to find, and the other party mentioned just now that when the sanctuary was found, it was when they succeeded... So, the hiding method of that place is very difficult. It may have something to do with their "ritual" progress, the closer the ritual is to completion, the more obvious its hiding is...

Is it because of the inevitable leaks of the ceremony? Or is it because exposing the sanctuary is an essential part of the ritual?

The cultist also mentioned a sentence, "The promised one is about to come", which may correspond to the ultimate "prophecy" in their belief system, that is, the power of the Youshen Lord will subvert the real world. It will become the new "reality"—those crazy Annihilation Cultists have always regarded the deep sea as their promised land, there should be no doubt about it.

But how will this process be accomplished? Just relying on continuously putting "elements" into the city-state? This is obviously not enough... Those "fakes" can hardly maintain their own stability for a long time, so how can they pollute the entire city-state?

Unless... those Annihilation Cultists have a way to stabilize the "fake" for a long time, they can create such an environment, or... transform Frost into such an environment...

Agatha frowned, quickly ended her thinking, and raised her head to look around.

She was still in the spirit world, and the surrounding things were illuminated by the pale light from the cracks in the ceiling, making them appear indistinct, and slight noises came faintly from all directions, and those insatiable shadows of the spirit world were restless again—— A feast simply cannot keep them quiet for too long.

The young gatekeeper shook his head, raised his left hand, and put his eyeballs back into their sockets.

The indistinct noises around disappeared in an instant, and the space composed of indistinct lights and shadows, black, white and gray also regained color in the blink of an eye, and the breath of the real world rushed to the face.

Agatha breathed a sigh of relief, and took out the eye drops from her clothes, but suddenly, her movements stopped.

It was so quiet all around, no one was there.

Agatha raised her head and looked around, but she couldn't see the black-clothed guard she brought, nor the manager of the sewage treatment center who escaped before, nor the three cultists and the dozen "fakes" The remains of ashes that remain—

Theoretically, she wiped out those cultists and "fakes" in the spirit world, and their wreckage after being wiped out should appear in the real world at the same time.

The surroundings were so eerily quiet that he couldn't even feel the presence of any living people nearby.

Agatha frowned tightly, and she rolled her eyes, carefully observing the environment while soothing the dryness of her eyeballs, and then slowly walked towards the gate not far away.

There was a crack in the slightly rusted metal door, and it looked as if someone left in a hurry and left it open.

With a creaking noise, the metal door was pushed open little by little.

Behind the gate is a long corridor. The gas lamps in the corridor are burning calmly and brightly, but you can't feel the warmth and security brought by the light at all.

"Tap...tap...tap"

The sound of the cane and heels landing echoed crisply and hollowly in the corridor, and Agatha walked slowly along the corridor.

The entire sewage treatment center was empty.

But also can't see any enemies.

In this way, she walked directly through the factory building area and came to the open space outside the factory building.

The sky was gloomy, and thick and chaotic clouds covered the city-state. Between the clouds, only a little feeble light diffused out. It could barely be seen that it was daytime, and all the buildings in sight were shrouded in this dark layer. Under the sky, there is a strange atmosphere of coldness and death.

Agatha clearly remembered that when she came to the sewage treatment center, it was still sunny outside—the sun was high in the sky, and the city-state was cloudless.

sun?

A trace of doubt suddenly appeared in Agatha's heart, and then these doubts expanded into a clear sense of tearing in her cognition. She suddenly realized something, and raised her head again to observe the sky carefully.

The sky was filled with a chaotic glow of unknown origin, and nothing that might be called the "sun" could be seen at all.

Agatha tried hard to recall the appearance of "sun" and the concept of "sun".

She couldn't recall it, as if there was a thick veil covering her mind, making it impossible for her to recall what the "sun" in her memory looked like, but there was only one thing that was very clear—in this world, what should be There is a thing called "the sun", which hangs high in the sky of course, and can emit light and heat to illuminate all things!

"... Cognitive interference can affect the gatekeeper... The intensity is astonishing, and it covers the entire environment..." Agatha whispered to herself. After a short moment of astonishment, she quickly calmed down and looked around again.

"It's a foreign land."