A... weak but wonderful force is resisting the orders it has given to this body.
Even trying to expel myself from the body.
This power seemed to have existed from the beginning. It was only after I had the idea of going to Frost that this resistance became more and more obvious.
Duncan stopped in surprise. Although the resistance was always there, he slowly moved to the edge of the wreckage and looked down at the calm sea.
He spoke softly: "I thought you had disappeared - usually, after the heart stops beating, the soul will leave quickly."
Then he calmed down and felt the weak but stubborn power. After a moment of silence, the body's lips wriggled twice: "Leave..."
Duncan closed his eyes slightly.
On the oil-stained sea, the reflection of the body was suddenly shrouded in a layer of green flames. The face in the reflection that had been transformed beyond recognition by the fire and explosion trembled in the flames, transforming into the majesty of Duncan Abnomar.
A downcast face.
"Hello," Duncan, who was reflected in the water, stared at the body standing on the edge of the wreckage of the Petrel and greeted him calmly, "I think this way we can talk easier."
The unrecognizable body stood upright. Belazov's remaining consciousness stared at the face reflected in the sea water, staring at the green firelight, his lips wriggled twice, and once again uttered a monotonous and persistent voice.
Voice: "...leave."
In the reflection of the sea water, Duncan thought thoughtfully: "...you are not asking me to leave your body, you are trying to keep me away from the frost?"
Belazov's body was silent. This body that was theoretically completely dead still stood upright, refusing the order to return to the frost.
"...You are the first one to resist - at least, the first one to resist strongly enough for me to notice," Duncan said calmly, "but you should be able to realize that this weak resistance is meaningless.
, you are just consuming your soul quickly, and this will only delay me for a few seconds at most."
Belazov still stood there silently, as if he was dead - but there was still a little residual light in his half-opened eyes.
"...I take back what I just said. Your resistance is meaningful." After a moment of silence, Duncan sighed, "Leave in peace. I am not Frost's enemy - I am here to help your city.
and compatriots.”
Then he was silent for a few seconds, staring at the body standing quietly, and after thinking briefly, he spoke softly: "Reinforcements are coming."
Belazov's body swayed slightly. Maybe Duncan's words really had an effect, or maybe it was just that the remaining stubborn soul finally dissipated. The burly body looked up for the last time at the lights of the city-state in the distance.
, and then fell straight on his back.
Duncan sat up, straightened the burnt cloth strips on his body, and then looked at his hands.
The weak resistance force has disappeared.
A swirling and spreading fire suddenly appeared beside him, and a sound of flapping wings came from the vortex door formed by the flames. A huge skeletal bird rushed out of the vortex and hovered on the nearby sea.
At almost the same time, the goat-headed voice also entered Duncan's mind: "Actually, you don't need to 'negotiate' with him - he is just a weak mortal soul."
"Weak, but worthy of respect," Duncan said as he stretched out his hand to the side, Ai immediately flew to his side, and the burning green fire turned into a door and rose beside him, "I'm going to Frost
, the main focus will be placed there next, and you will be at the helm of the Lost Home. By the way, tell Alice to prepare some bandages and a set of coats, and wait for my orders at any time."
The spiritual flame spread suddenly, and Duncan's body merged with the flame, and in the next second turned into the fire rising next to Ai, and then a meteor-like flame rose from the sea and flew straight towards the sky in the night sky.
In the direction of frost.
…
At the same time, in the warm southern seas, the technological city-state "Breeze Port" was ruled by elves.
It was still late at night, and most of the city-state was still shrouded in boundless night. However, in the eastern edge of Qingfeng Port, a hazy and warm light still illuminated all the buildings and streets - those elegances full of elven style.
The spire towers and the houses with high ridges seem to be bathed in the rays of light, and the vines hanging between the houses and the trees growing between the narrow plots also look lush and green in the light.
This scene of intertwined reality and dreams can even make people think of the ancient times recorded in the ancient elven classics, the scenery intertwined between forest dreams and fantasy stories.
Such an abnormal scene is certainly not a natural scenery in this city-state - the warm glow shrouding the eastern blocks comes from the sea near Qingfeng Harbor.
A geometric structure like a hill, emitting endless golden light, is floating quietly near this elven city-state. Although its maximum boundary is still more than ten nautical miles away from the city, the wonderful brilliance it emits is still enough to influence the city.
To half a city-state.
At the edge of this huge geometric body is a temporary research facility established by the city-state authorities - a huge floating raft port floating on the calm sea. The power device on the edge of the floating raft facility spits steam and smoke into the sky. The structure
The complex mechanical work tower is loading and unloading the cargo ships docked in the port, and small speedboats are constantly passing between the floating raft base and the luminous geometry, and they are busy.
Those small speedboats will go deep into the luminous geometry to transport supplies and personnel to the scientific research ships located near the "core stone ball", or exchange important information.
All these complex, busy, and efficient processes are calculated and coordinated by the giant steam-powered differential engine in the center of the floating raft base.
At this moment, a "magic battleship" with a completely different style from the local ships was docked next to the floating raft base built by the elves.
That is the ship of the "Sea Witch" Lucretia, the Brilliant Star.
The clockwork doll Runi walked briskly to the upper deck of the Brilliant Star. Her mistress was standing on the deck, looking at the beautiful and sophisticated tower building in the center of the sea base.
"Mistress," Rune came up behind Lucretia and bowed slightly to salute, "The research team led by scholar Taran El has returned from the vicinity of the 'core stone ball' and is currently being repaired in the base. Are you ready?
When will we meet him?"
"Afternoon," Lucretia said without looking back, "Let the elf scholar rest more - he hasn't had much rest since dragging this luminous body to Breeze Harbor. I'm really worried that he will die suddenly while I'm here.
on board."
The puppet Luni thought for a while: "We can meet him at the sea base and not let him get on the ship."
Lucretia: "...Luni."
"exist."
"The sense of humor has improved."
"Thank you for the compliment."
The corner of Lucretia's mouth trembled, and then she glanced at the tall tower in the center of the base - the pressure relief pipes on both sides of the top of the tower were spitting out bursts of water mist at the moment, which was the power device of the difference engine that was automatically integrated.
Load balancing, it seems that the master "Talan El" did bring back a lot of useful information this time.
"Elves are indeed a race with outstanding mathematical and mechanical talents. It seems right to drag that thing to Breeze Port," Lucretia couldn't help but sigh softly, "This is the only place where we can organize such a large-scale organization at any time.
We have a research team and can provide supporting facilities of this level.”
"Moco can actually do it," Luni said. "After all, that is the headquarters of the Academy of Truth. The number of scholars and research conditions are even better than here."
"It's too far, and too close to the central sea area - I don't intend to let the Brilliant Star drag a huge 'extraterrestrial object' through the main shipping route. This will irritate the inner city-states that have not experienced much wind and waves.
Lucretia shook her head, "Not to mention that the Church of the Four Gods is still speculating that it is a fragment that fell off Vision 001. Something of this level... is best left for research on the border of civilization."
Lu Ni thought for a moment and bent down slightly: "Your judgment must be carefully considered."
Lucretia didn't react at all to the compliments of the puppet maid, she just thought about other things quietly, but suddenly, she seemed to sense something, and her expression changed slightly.
"I'll leave for a moment. Brother is looking for me."
With these words, the "sea witch" turned into a piece of flying colorful shredded paper, rolled across the deck like a whirlwind, swirled into an open window in the distance, and returned to the captain's cabin.
On the table in the center of the captain's cabin, the complex structure of the lens and crystal ball device has been slightly lit, and is constantly making a slight vibration sound.
Lucretia's figure was condensed from the colorful shredded paper. She stepped to the crystal device and raised her hand to activate the image in the crystal ball.
"Iron Vice Admiral" Tirian's face then appeared in the crystal ball, and the background behind him... didn't seem to be a familiar room.
"Brother?" Lucretia frowned, not paying attention to the scene behind him at first, "Why are you looking for me all of a sudden?"
Tirian smiled mysteriously: "Where do you think I am?"