The moment she heard these words, Fanna heard a huge noise at the same time. It was an indescribable continuous roar and a tearing scream mixed with the burning flames. This sound did not come from a specific place.
came from the direction, and it seemed that the entire city-state, and even the entire world was making this terrible sound.
Amidst this head-splitting roar, she looked at the figure standing behind the Evangelist - that was the "Captain Duncan" she had seen in her dream, but it was the same as the last time she saw him.
The difference is that what is standing there now is a "ghost" completely shrouded in flames, with its entire body taking on the form of an illusory spirit body.
It only took a moment for Fanna to judge that this was not the real body, but another projection - but this projection used her as the "medium" to come to the tower at the moment, and she could feel the power.
Flow, feel something burning in your soul, feel a voice in your head that does not belong to you.
She subconsciously raised her hands and saw green flames quietly clinging to her body, and saw a path of burning fire spread under her feet. She understood and realized that the ghost captain had already conquered the world a long time ago.
She has turned into some kind of "node" that can project power. The degree of erosion and pollution has long exceeded her and Bishop Valentine's imagination, and all of this... is for today.
The next second, the whole world in her eyes suddenly changed.
The green flame spread - in every sea of fire in Puland, in every pile of ashes, and in every rising smoke, the green flame had been dormant for an unknown period of time, and now it exploded in an instant
It came out and swallowed up the entire city-state in an instant!
It was too fast to react, or in other words, all this had been completed long before this "reality invasion" started - Fanna recalled the scene she had seen on the other side of the curtain before, and suddenly realized that those things that had finally passed away were
The fire created by the Taoist priests and the Sun Heretics had already unknowingly become the carrier of the ghost flames... Their act of burning the entire city-state with flames was exactly what the ghost captain needed to complete the "usurpation of fire".
step!
A shrill shout suddenly sounded, waking Vanna up. She looked at the source of the sound and saw that the skinny preacher was also burning with raging ghostly flames. He was like a torch on the edge of the platform.
He twisted and howled, and the sight of the city-state's flames being usurped in an instant was reflected in his gradually melting eyeballs, causing the madman to shout and curse:
"What a folly, what a folly! Destroyed in one fell swoop! You have rejected the gift of subspace, and you will be tortured in this miserable world forever... What a folly!!"
However, opposite to the madman's shouting and cursing, it was a different scene——
Purand, who was completely burned by the ghost flames, is recovering at an incredible speed!
The buildings burned by the flames are rapidly recovering, the roads torn by melt are healing as before, the rain of fire from the sky has stopped, and the clouds that look like doomsday are melting quickly like time goes back, and a corner of the city-state even appears on the edge.
The normal sky, but in more distant places...
The long-silent bells were heard.
As Captain Duncan said, change back.
Vanna's eyes widened as she looked at this incomprehensible scene. She had never thought that the city-state that had been completely destroyed could really be repaired, and soon, she realized the essence of this "repair" -
—
The historical pollution brought by the Final Missionaries and the Sun Heretics is being stripped away, and the "pseudo-history" that has completely covered the city-state of Pland and replaced reality is being "repulsed" by some powerful force!
She looked at the tall figure standing not far away in astonishment, but the latter was just staring calmly at the final preacher who was about to be burnt to charcoal. After a long time, he spoke softly as if talking to himself: "Nothing.
Can be contaminated, except subspace..."
The final preacher was not dead yet. Although he had been completely distorted into an inhuman appearance, a hoarse and shocked voice still came out from the pile of charcoal: "You...you turned this city-state into a lost country."
Part of it?!”
"The Lost Home is the Ark of Promise. I think we can explore the idea of the 'Ark'." Duncan smiled and bent down slightly. "If the ship that encounters the Lost Home at sea will be assimilated and absorbed, then...
Why can’t Pulland, under my gaze, be regarded as just another Lost Home?”
A loud sound of a ship approaching the port came from afar. Fanna subconsciously raised her head and looked into the distance. The next second, she saw a scene that shocked her——
She saw a ship.
The Lost Home appeared, sailing from the direction of the Boundless Sea, its body burning with overwhelming spiritual fire, and its translucent spiritual sails fluttering like a curtain covering the sky and the sun.
The ship crossed the coast and passed the rapidly recovering port. It seemed to be sailing on the water and sailed directly into the city-state of Pland, which was already covered with green flames. The high walls and houses were constantly being repaired and reset.
Walking majestically between the towers and the towers, illusory ripples are constantly rippling on both sides of it, and with each ripple spreading, the city-state will be restored further. It actually seems as if the entire Purland is at the end of the Lost Home.
Reborn in the waves!
"You...you can save this city...but you can't stop the sun from coming..." A faint voice came from the twisted coke on the platform that was once the preacher of the end, like the last murmur before the nightmare dissipated.
Voice, "Even just a few fragments summoned from history... are enough to be... destroyed... destined..."
The sound gradually became fainter and gradually disappeared. The twisted pile of coke finally exhausted all its vitality and turned into a pile of dust blown by the wind under the burning of the spiritual body's flames.
Fanna suddenly reacted after hearing what Preacher Zhongyan said. She suddenly looked up at the sky and saw that the "Black Sun" with extremely bright edges and a black and red interior like the mouth of an abyss was still suspended high in the sky.
Over the city-state, the agitation within the sun has become even more obvious and intense than before!
The flames of the Lost Home removed the historical contamination suffered by Plande, but the blasphemous sun... was not part of Plande from the beginning. It was a historical projection jointly summoned by the Evangelist of the End and the Children of the Sun.
It exists independently from all official history and pseudo-history!
"Something is awakening in the black sun!" At this moment, Vanna even forgot the identities of herself and "Captain Duncan" and subconsciously reminded loudly, "It will..."
Duncan just waved his hand gently to her.
Then, Fanna saw the ghost captain turn around and face the direction of the blasphemous sun. He raised his hand, as if calling to greet something, and spoke in a gentle voice -
"Come this way... yes, don't worry, you won't fall, just move forward.
"Do you remember how to ride a bike? Just like that... come forward and I will hold you."
The next second, a bright arc of golden flames suddenly stung Vanna's sight. She saw a huge gap tearing open at the edge of the black sun, and an arc of flames jumped onto Captain Duncan as if cheering for joy, and accompanied by
As the flame left, a shrill scream suddenly sounded from the blasphemous and terrifying sun disk in the sky!
As if some kind of giant beast suddenly suffered a blow that penetrated the heart, the black-red sun core was quickly covered with countless dazzling red cracks, and the bright and dazzling light wheel on its edge was instantly infected and burned by the green flames.
Immediately afterwards, the green flames began to burn rapidly into the dark core of the sun.
The agitation in the core of darkness completely disappeared, and the faint vitality that had existed before almost disappeared in the blink of an eye. It cracked open, and hot and boiling matter flowed out of it, but before it fell into the city-state, it was everywhere
The green flames burned it cleanly.
Accompanied by continuous screams, roars and crackling sounds, the deformed and blasphemous sun finally decomposed completely, leaving only a few remaining debris falling on the ripples on the edge of the Lost Home.
At this moment, the huge Homeless Ship also sailed to the center of the city-state. It gradually floated up in a spiritual state, and approached the bell tower of the cathedral in the illusory sea water and ripples. The sail of the spiritual body that covered the sky and the sun swept across the sky.
The light and shadow of the mast and cables passed by Vanna.
She heard the bell ringing, the bell of the cathedral - the bell tower under her feet had also escaped the contamination of history, and the bell ringing device started to operate automatically.
The figure of Archbishop Valentine also emerged in the air little by little - the archbishop who guarded the city-state until the last moment successfully returned to reality, which proved that the branch of history that pointed to destruction had completely disappeared.
Vanna's eyes did not stay on the Archbishop. She was still staring at Duncan not far away, and the latter had turned around at this moment - he was surrounded by a jumping arc-shaped flame, which brought warmth and brightness.
Even his gloomy and majestic face softened slightly.
"I thought you were going to do a jump chop," Duncan smiled and said to Vanna like a friend chatting, "just like last time."
"...I am not a reckless person."
"Really? I thought you loved jumping chops - after all, every mature warrior can't resist the urge to do a jumping chop at the opposite side," Duncan teased casually. He reached out to comfort the man next to him who seemed a little restless.
Arc Flame then nodded to Vanna, "I'm done, see you next time."
Fanna was startled, then stepped forward subconsciously: "Wait! You can't just..."
Duncan had already turned around. He waved his hand and stepped into the air outside the clock tower platform. The towering stern of the Lost Home slowly moved past the tower. Next to the rudder on the deck, he was personally steering the ship.
captain.
Duncan's projection wrapped in spiritual flames stepped directly onto the ship and became one with his own body.
He stood on the bridge, holding the steering wheel in his hand, and nodded to Fanna with a smile.
The huge ghost ship then began to accelerate gradually, and the illusory hull sailed over Plande, sailing towards the coast on the other side of the city-state in gradually rippling ripples, towards the boundless sea.