0562 Chapter Twelve: The Not Eternal Dusk (Section 29)
"Sir! What is that?" On the dilapidated lighthouse, the girl in black robe timidly pushed the haggard old man next to her.
It is only an hour's flight from the Society of the Past's headquarters in Miami and is the outermost outpost of the Society of the Past's safe zone.
Like all dusk-shrouded areas on Earth, Matanzas, where the shadows of coconut trees once provided summer all year round, now barely maintains temperatures in the single digits above zero.
But except for a black robe that symbolizes death and devotion to protect the girl from the wind, there is very little cloth to cover her body. The things she wears are more like decorations for some people's bad taste than keeping warm.
Her skin no longer has the elasticity and luster of an ordinary girl. Instead, it is dry, red and swollen, mixed with bruises. It is not clear whether it was due to the cold or being beaten.
Ever since she could remember, in the dusk that had never changed, a red figure flashed on the sea.
In the blink of an eye, the red dot in the distance turned into an arrow of light shooting towards him.
Blinking again, there was only an afterimage of a beautiful woman with short hair left in front of her eyes.
The old man wrapped in a heavy windbreaker was disturbed from his peaceful dream, and he kicked the girl off the edge of the bed unceremoniously.
He was assigned to guard the border post by the religious group and has not had any problems for more than ten years.
The afterlife moved to this chosen place as if it had foresight. Except for the disaster that struck the end of the world, this place has never even been touched by the deadly darkness in these years.
To stay here, the only thing you need to do is to make sure you hide in the lighthouse when it rains and don't see the water.
He had no intention of getting up to check, but the series of roars outside that broke the sound barrier was really abnormal.
The sound came from very far away, and it was not approaching continuously, but intermittently.
The old man cooed under the warm thick quilt for a while, then slowly got up, intending to report the "unusual roar".
Then, he was stunned to find that the roar that had gone away came back again.
Standing on the railing, he saw with his own eyes the flaming figure behind the lighthouse, riding the waves along the sea at an incredible speed.
"Hey, what will happen to you in the afterlife?"
In the blink of an eye, the figure that was still running wildly on the sea more than ten kilometers away had quietly stood on the railing of the observation deck at the top of the lighthouse.
After three hours of trial and practice, Sister A has basically mastered the trick of accurately traveling across high-dimensional space.
"You...who are you?" The haggard old man sat down on the ground.
The girl behind her lowered her head and replied respectfully: "Sir, this is the afterlife meeting."
"Shut up!" The old man turned around and kicked the girl to the ground again. He mustered up the courage to say to Elogens on the railing: "Are you the candidate for Thetis? No... you are Songhai.
A man of heart!”
His eyes lingered on the assassin mask that Sister A had hung on her head because of her bad taste:
"Give up! The goddess of death won't see you! Even if you kill me, it's just letting me return to the goddess's arms early.
The Order will react immediately, and your purpose is doomed to fail!"
"My purpose?" Sister A used the trick and pulled the mask on her head to her face to cover her confused look.
As a genuine [Red Lotus Death God], she can certainly see that the old man is different from the fanatical believers in previous games. He does not really embrace death, but is more of a bluff.
Perhaps this is the reason why he was assigned to be on duty in a place like this.
In front of the true God, faith has nowhere to hide like a candlelight in the dark night.
"I don't know why you have been trying to find our goddess all these years, but you have never succeeded, have you?" A malicious smile appeared on the old man's face:
"Perhaps you can tell me your mission and we can help each other? I can try to help you contact the parish elder.
As far as I know, those of you who are accustomed to hiding your secrets have never tried to apply for an audience in an open and honest manner, right?
If you think about it differently, maybe you can make great contributions to the organization."
Ai Luogansi's trip was originally intended to conquer the two major forces, but she didn't want to find an unexpected gain as soon as she arrived at someone's door.
Between the Heart of Songhai and the Society of the Past, there seems to be something fishy that wasn't mentioned in Misha's intelligence?
But it’s not surprising when you think about it. Unlike the two major Thetis groups that are fully committed to developing technology and even opening up new paths, the two companies in front of them have always tried their best to avoid the technological civilization of the old era.
Whether in the hinterland of the Heart of Songhai or in the home of the Past Life Society, Misha is always in a state of darkness.
This made the senior sister, who usually couldn't feel any changes in emotions, couldn't help but express a strange dissatisfaction with her in the communication.
Anyone who fails in their field of expertise will probably not be happy.
She ignored the old man's suggestion, but locked her eyes on the girl, and said in a confused tone: "Aren't you cold when you are dressed like this?"
"Leng." She seemed to have been trained to answer truthfully no matter what the question was. She told the truth as a matter of course.
"Then why are you dressed like this? And what's the relationship between you two?" Ai Luogensi became more and more suspicious.
No matter how you look at it, the girl's dress is extremely insulting, the type that always teases others. But the old man in front of her does not seem to be the kind of person who is qualified to occupy the status of a slave.
"It's a rule of the church. All women have fixed rules, similar to clothing," the girl lowered her head and replied. There was no shyness or inhibition, as if everything should be taken for granted:
"I am the wife assigned by the sect to this gentleman. In three years, if I still have the chance, I will be replaced by other women and assigned to become the possession of other male adults."
"All the women in the Past Life Society...are all of this status?" Ai Luogensi was shocked.
It is obviously a sect that believes in the goddess, but the lower structure of the church is a completely patriarchal system. Isn’t the goddess of death in this home world a jerk?
This is fundamentally incompatible with the secret sect that she knew about before the end of the world... The situation of the Society of the Past is full of weirdness.
"Yes." The girl was not surprised.
"Who are you? You are not from the heart of Songhai!" The old man who had already hid in the lighthouse room suddenly shouted in hindsight.
After fighting with each other for decades, how could the transcendent beings in the Heart of Songhai not even know anything about the basic system of the Society of the Past?
"Me...of course I am here to conquer your goddess!" Behind the mask, Sister A showed a malicious smile:
"You see, secretly reporting the invasion of Heart of Songhai will draw out the teams that were originally ambushing nearby.
And the people from your headquarters can just lead the way for me."