After some serious thought, Duncan decided not to reveal his identity for the time being. After all, he now knew the details behind the Homeless's glorious record.
A century ago, "he" wiped out the largest religious gathering place of the Death Church in one wave, and did so in the most terrifying way, dragging it directly into the subspace.
Calculated, it was roughly equivalent to blowing up Purande in front of Gemona, so much so that the ashes flew up.
He thought that if he said the words "Captain Duncan" at this time, the group of people outside the coffin might not shout slogans and come up to be martyred on the spot - but by then he would be too late to say anything.
After all, he has seen the ferocity of loyal believers. Back then, Fanna didn't have any deep grudge against him, but she could do it with a jump when they met. The relationship between the Death God believers in front of them and the Lost Home has lasted for a century.
blood feud...
But Duncan's embarrassing avoidance had another meaning in the ears of Agatha and the old guard.
The young gatekeeper and the old cemetery guard subconsciously exchanged a look.
"This is some kind of protection," the former whispered, "the superior name has power."
The latter nodded slightly: "Friendship exists, at least for now."
Then Agatha calmed down, her eyes fell on the coffin again, and at the same time she had a subconscious doubt: Why does this visitor always choose to use the dead as a "medium" to contact the real world? Does this mean that... the other party is...
A being with power in the realm of death?
However, as a high-ranking priest of the God of Death, she had never heard of such an existence in the realm of death - one incarnation and one encounter could drive a veteran-level cemetery guard into temporary madness. This level of
It is impossible for an extraordinary individual to have no traces in every classic.
However, despite the doubts in her heart, Agatha did not show it, but asked in a calm and decent voice: "What is the purpose of your visit?"
"Passing by, I found that this city-state was being wrapped in shadow," Duncan casually said what he had already thought of. "That shadow makes me unhappy."
"Shadow?" Agatha frowned, and then thought of the riots that occurred in the cemetery before, and immediately reacted, "You mean those Annihilation Cults? Their activities..."
"They can't be called shadows yet. The real shadows are behind them," Duncan said unhurriedly. He knew that the young female voice outside represented the upper-level church power of Frost City State, and her guidance was, in fact,
It is an effective warning to the Frost authorities, and he has already prepared a complete set of report contents for this, "Don't you notice? The power of Holy Lord Netherworld is spreading below your city..."
"You said...what?" Agatha's calm expression finally became a little out of control for the first time. This was not included in the many plans she had conceived before, "Holy Lord Netherworld?! His power spreads beneath the city...
…What does this mean?”
Jumping directly from the Annihilation Cult to the Holy Lord of the Netherworld behind them... the seriousness of this matter is completely different!
"I would like to give you a suggestion. You might want to expand the scope of the investigation a little bit." Duncan did not answer Agatha's question, but continued, "The Annihilation cultists operating in the city are just a small wave before the huge wave comes, and the bigger wave is bigger.
There are things lurking beneath the surface - pay attention to the deep sea, pay attention to an ancient deep dive project that has been almost forgotten, pay attention to what has recently emerged from the deep sea, all of these are connected."
Agatha and the old guard looked at each other.
The young gatekeeper didn't think of much for a while, but the old gatekeeper who had personally experienced a certain era suddenly thought of something.
"You mean... Qianyuan Project?" the old man blurted out. When he mentioned the word "Qianyuan Project", his voice obviously hesitated for a moment, "Why do you know..."
He stopped mid-sentence.
It doesn't seem surprising that a superior being who obviously has a very high status knows some secrets of the mortal world.
Agatha opened her eyes slightly, moving her eyes between the old guard and the coffin several times, then suddenly stopped, and quickly whispered to the old man next to her: "I have to warn the city hall...that person on Dagger Island
Something might happen."
The old guard spoke quickly and softly: "You'd better go now."
And while they were talking in a low voice, Duncan's voice suddenly came from the dark coffin: "Then, my warning has been conveyed, so there will be no further pause."
Agatha was startled and subconsciously said: "Are you leaving?"
"I still have some things to do," the voice from the coffin sounded, sounding like he was in a hurry, "If I have the chance, I will come to visit again."
As the words fell, there was no movement in the coffin.
The visitor left, even suddenly. Agatha and the old guard were a little stunned for a moment. They didn't expect that the mysterious "visitor" came tonight just to say these words, just to convey a warning——
This sudden visit and sudden departure made them seem even more unpredictable in their eyes.
While the two of them were stunned in the cemetery, Duncan had already returned to that strange, dark and chaotic space.
He left in a hurry - in the initial plan, he had planned to stay in the cemetery for a while, and even considered getting out of the coffin and talking to the cemetery guard and the man.
A formal meeting with the gatekeeper named "Agatha".
But just now, while he was walking in the spirit world, he suddenly felt something strange.
In the boundless dark space filled with starlight, Duncan raised his head and his gaze fell not far away.
The dense stars representing the frost sentient beings were twinkling in the void, and the twinkling of one of the stars... was showing abnormal fluctuations, releasing an abnormal aura.
Duncan leaned over and stared at the "star".
Its light is dimming rapidly, which seems to show that a living life is passing away quickly, but at the edge of the ever-diminishing light, something is quietly approaching and trying to entangle the starlight.
After thinking for a moment, Duncan reached out his hand to the starlight.
…
On the cold sea surface that has been completely shrouded in darkness, several pieces of wreckage that have not been swallowed by the whirlpool are undulating in the waves, drifting towards the north of the Frost City State driven by the current.
One of the larger pieces of debris broke away from the surrounding debris like a canoe, and on this piece of debris, an almost unrecognizable burly body suddenly twitched twice.
This body was wrapped in a broken military uniform, and there were shocking marks left by the flames all over the body. The hair on its head had been burned off, and its entire face was beyond recognition. Its left hand was twisted abnormally, and it had obviously been burned by someone.
The huge impact broke off his body, and his legs were even more twisted and deformed, with the skin and flesh torn apart.
But almost no blood flowed out of those wounds - the high temperature during the explosion had scorched all the wounds.
This is a shocking injury, but this body... is still alive.
Belazov tried to open his eyes. After trying several times, he felt as if he had torn a part of his eyelids, and finally he could vaguely see a dim light and shadow.
Dull and chaotic pain spread throughout his body, and the organs in his chest seemed to be torn into pieces by a rusty saw, but all these feelings were mixed together in a strange numbness, making it almost impossible for him to distinguish each one.
It's hard to tell where in the body the feeling is coming from - you can't even tell whether your limbs are still connected to your torso.
He knew that his nervous system had probably collapsed, all his internal organs were rapidly failing, and the last bit of adrenaline was doing its best to keep his brain functioning. He had not survived - he was just not dead yet.
Memories are emerging from his mind little by little. He still remembers what happened on Dagger Island, and also remembers when he discovered something strange on the ship and activated "Procedure No. 22".
He was a little surprised - in such a big explosion, he did not die on the spot, but had such a breath left that he could still recall some of his life before he died.
Perhaps it was because the captain's cabin was extraordinarily strong and withstood the impact of the explosion to a certain extent. Perhaps it was because he failed to save the thirty-one normal crew members who might have been on the ship that he had to suffer these hardships at this time to punish himself.
fault.
But none of this matters anymore.
He could barely see the wreckage floating on the nearby sea, and could judge from this that the Petrel had been completely destroyed and the main structure of the ship should have sunk into the sea by this time.
He had no time to think about whether the wreckage sinking into the sea would cause other unforeseen consequences - he had done his duty and tried his best to fulfill his oath of loyalty, and the rest was beyond his ability.
Belazov exhaled slowly, and with a tearing feeling in his chest, he calmly waited for the door of Bartok, the God of Death, to open to him.
However, the first person who came to fetch him was not the messenger of death.
Under the cold glow of World Creation, a tall young man wearing a blue coat and holding a cane appeared on the edge of the floating wreckage at some point.
A pitch-black chain extended from near the tall man's occipital bone and floated into the air amid the smoke. A strange creature that seemed to be formed from smoke and had an outline like a jellyfish floated quietly at the end of the chain.