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Chapter 100 Fiction and Reality in History

"Captain, are you sure this is really okay?" Alice nervously looked at the "little flame" in Duncan's hand, grabbing the lace decoration on the side of her clothes with both hands, "Don't burn my house down..."

Duncan held a ball of spiritual fire in his hand, and while looking for a place to start next to Alice's "coffin", he looked back at the doll helplessly: "My spiritual fire is completely under control - can you

Don’t believe in my power?”

Upon hearing this, Alice waved her hands quickly: "I believe it, I believe it..."

Duncan then looked away and calmed down.

Under the current conditions on the Homeless Ship, it is impossible to conduct a complete test of Alice's "coffin", but this does not mean that he cannot do some "preliminary research" first to control the spiritual fire.

Now that he is becoming more and more proficient, he has vaguely figured out some ways to use this flame to explore the inner secrets of extraordinary things.

He still didn't dare to use this flame on Alice easily, but if it was used to study her wooden box... that would be a different matter.

After making some preparations, Duncan finally slowly stretched out his hand and extended a cluster of flames from his fingertips to the surface of the gorgeous wooden box.

The flames were like illusory reflections, sinking silently into the box. Alice's eyes widened and she carefully observed the movement in front of her. After a brief silence of two or three seconds, she saw a phantom-like flame suddenly appear in her field of vision.

Spread out——

The fire of the spirit body began to burn on the wooden box, burning from the inside out! The entire box actually showed a translucent texture in the blink of an eye, and in this seemingly real and illusory scene, the blazing flame began to quickly fill the contents of the box.

Every detail seems to be reconstructing its "skeleton" structure!

"Hey, Captain, Captain, it's burning! It's burning!"

The doll screamed in a fuss, but there was no response to her screams - Duncan had already focused his attention on the control of the flames and the perception of the "coffin". He stared solemnly at the beating in front of him.

The flames and the illusory wooden box, and Alice's voice coming to my ears were as ethereal as if they were coming from another world.

Duncan's mind gradually calmed down. He felt that the surroundings were getting quieter and quieter. Even the endless wind and waves on the boundless sea seemed to be gradually moving away from his perception. He felt that his power had penetrated into an extremely broad "place", and

More and more "perceptions" are being transmitted into one's own consciousness through the channels established by the flame——

This was completely different from the feeling he had when he used fire to transform the Sun Amulet!

If he had to make an analogy, using flames to transform the Sun Talisman felt as easy to him as filling a water glass. But at this moment, he felt that his flames were pouring into a large lake, and the two were completely different in size.

Is this the difference between artificial mass-produced extraordinary items and ranked 099 anomalous objects?

Duncan suddenly had a realization in his heart, and in this flash of thought, he suddenly felt that the connection of the flames had finally reached a certain peak - the transfer of power suddenly became as smooth as a river, and then, the surging "memory" began

Come to mind!

The sound of waves...the waves are lapping at the unfamiliar coastline, the cold wind is blowing over the high walls, the towering walls stand in the distance, vaguely like ice, and there are people...swaying, dim

, a crowd with only silhouettes...

Duncan's vision was floating somewhere, as if it was two or three meters in the air from the ground. He looked around in shock, but only saw strange city-states and high platforms on the coastline. He saw countless black people gathering around the high platforms.

Shadow, it seemed to be a shadowy crowd, but no one could be seen clearly.

Humming and rumbling sounds came from all directions. It seemed like the sound of people whispering, but it was loud and surprisingly noisy. Duncan tried hard to distinguish it, and finally found that it was not the sound of people talking at all, but countless "

"Voices from the heart" - are the chaotic thoughts in the mind, talking to oneself in a tense and depressing atmosphere, prayers to the gods, and supplications in fear.

Those "black shadows" did not speak, but their voices swept over the coastal highlands like a storm.

Duncan's heart moved and he suddenly turned around.

Under the pale and dim skylight in the distance, he saw a towering thing.

A guillotine - its sharp blade glowed coldly in the darkness.

Through the little historical knowledge in his mind and the origin behind Anomaly 099, Duncan already realized where he was.

He looked under the guillotine, and it seemed that as his understanding gradually became more solid, the vague figure under the guillotine quickly became clear.

He saw the queen, the Frost Queen who was executed by the rebels half a century ago - her silver hair was like a waterfall, her lavender eyes were still bright in the gloom, and she was wearing slightly thin clothes in the cold wind.

Skirt, but gritted his teeth so that his body did not tremble at all.

She indeed has the exact same face as Alice.

Duncan felt something weird in his heart. He looked at the lady who had exactly the same appearance as Alice. Even though he knew that this was the "right body" in history, he still couldn't help but preconceptions about the lively and energetic woman on the ship.

The image of a doll, and the next second, a voice suddenly came from nowhere and interrupted his thoughts——

"Your time has come, Frost Queen."

This voice was cold and distant, but it sounded beside the guillotine as if it had penetrated the curtain of history.

The next second, Duncan saw two phantoms suddenly appearing next to the guillotine. The two phantoms came to the Frost Queen and seemed to want to press the Queen's arms to make her kneel under the guillotine. However, the Queen's body

The posture remained motionless, but the two tall phantoms were as weak and weak as children.

Duncan heard the noisy sounds around him suddenly become more turbulent than before. The countless black shadows suddenly shook one after another, and there were even some clear shouts mixed in. The cold and distant voice from before sounded again.

, this time it seemed a little more angry: "Quiet! Maintain order in the execution ground!"

More phantoms emerged around the guillotine, and the Frost Queen was finally suppressed under the cold torture instrument. She knelt down in the cold dust, but still raised her head and calmly stared at the high wall of the city in the distance.

And above her neck, the sharp and heavy blade gradually began to rise with the sound of a creaking winch...

Duncan frowned. Even though he knew that this was just an illusion recorded in history, when he looked at "Alice's" face, he still subconsciously stepped forward and wanted to reach out...

But at the moment when he had just "moved", the Frost Queen under the guillotine suddenly turned her head slightly - she was looking at the direction of Duncan, looking at the empty space in the time and space where she was.

She opened her mouth and said clearly and softly:

"No matter who you are, please don't pollute history."

Duncan stopped in shock, and then he was even more shocked to hear someone next to the guillotine shouting: "Who are you talking to?!"

The Frost Queen had already retracted her gaze. She seemed to suddenly understand something. A relieved smile appeared on her originally cold face. She turned her head and seemed to be saying to the executioner beside her: "Let's do it. Under the sun,

Before sunset."

The guillotine suddenly fell.

Boundless darkness suddenly surged from all directions, and the illusion in history began to tear into fragments of light and shadow. Duncan felt that his connection with "here" was rapidly weakening. He knew that the "echo" of this scene had come to an end, and

In the illusion that was constantly disintegrating and moving away, he could still hear some noisy and broken sounds. Those sounds were far and near, and he could only vaguely hear a few fragments of them——

"...The Frost Queen is dead, and we have cut off the channel for the Lost Home to return to the real world..."

"...Lei Nora attempted to build a second Homeless Ship...she colluded with the shadows of the subspace. The evidence is conclusive and she deserves to die..."

"...The new Archon will soon restore order, and all information related to the 'Hidden Abyss' exploration plan will be destroyed... Those who actively report will still have a chance to be forgiven..."

"Pursue the rebel ship Sea Mist and the defecting navy with all your strength... no matter life or death... wait, what's the sound... leave quickly, this place is about to collapse!"

Screams, shouts, loud noises of huge objects breaking and collapsing, roaring waves...

Duncan suddenly escaped from the boundless darkness, as if returning to the sea from a deep dive. At the end of the darkness, he heard a series of loud noises, which sounded as if the entire cliff collapsed from the coastline.

Entered the sea.

He witnessed a piece of history with his own eyes, and then heard this history fall into nothingness in the darkness.

He saw a phantom in history, and the phantom asked him not to pollute history.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw the familiar cabin and heard the familiar sound of the waves. He also saw the familiar doll sitting on the bedside, pulling out the head with one click and "Bouer" again.

Just stuff it back in and have a great time.

Duncan: "...?"


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