The bright starlight was speaking to herself and walking towards her - He was sitting on the sofa before, but when he took steps towards this side, Agatha felt as if she was watching a person who could not speak in words.
The giant described in the description, for a brief moment, she even lost the ability to judge the size and proportion. Her confused perception made it impossible for her to understand the size of this house, and the giant formed by the starlight... almost made her
The soul feels suffocated.
But this was just a brief illusion. The next moment, Agatha woke up from her stupor. She realized that her reason was not affected by any presence in the room, as if... she had naturally integrated into it.
here.
"I..." She calmed down and stared at the giant made of stars in front of her. She knew that she was continuously staring at the "reality" of this indescribable person. Under normal circumstances, this behavior was no different from suicide, but after confirming
Now that she was really not affected by it, she became bolder, "I didn't expect that you are actually still here, just here to try your luck..."
"Where do you think I will go? Just leave in a big way when there is a mess here? Like the protagonists in picture books who complete their tasks?" Duncan laughed, leaning over to signal Agatha to come into the house.
He said, then he paused, glanced at Alice next to him calmly, and added, "I'm referring to those picture books with normal content."
Agatha was a little dazed. She felt that she could not keep up with the thoughts of this great being, but soon she convinced herself on the grounds that "it is normal for mortals not to understand the thoughts of ancient gods" and walked towards the house.
go.
Duncan suddenly stopped and glanced at Agatha's hands.
"...Can you put Shirley down first?" He said in a strange tone, "Shirley, you too - why do you seem to be enjoying it instead?"
"Ah, I'm sorry!" Agatha reacted suddenly and quickly put the thin girl she was carrying on the ground. But the moment she put her down, her expression suddenly changed.
The situation at the door was chaotic just now. She did not pay attention to Shirley. Only then did she suddenly notice the abnormality on the latter - the limbs mutated by the symbiosis of the deep demon extended from the body and were hidden.
The chain, and the mysterious hound hiding in the shadows, secretly looking outside.
"Yousu..." Agatha spoke subconsciously, her muscles all tense up instantly.
But before she could take action, Duncan's voice sounded from the side: "Relax, it's just a harmless hound. I occasionally need a hound to help me find things."
"Harmless...hound?" Agatha said with a strange expression, but her eyes subconsciously glanced around.
The figures came into view again - those who looked like those chosen by gods, those who seemed to be blessed by the subspace, those who seemed to be harboring the power of the sun, and the empty soul shells that could not even be seen through...
Her eyes fell on the girl named Shirley again.
The Deep Hound realized that it had been discovered, and was crouching in the shadows with its neck curled up, looking pitiful.
Agatha fell silent.
The ancient god and his followers gather here - indeed, any deep demon here can be said to be harmless to humans and animals.
"Don't worry, Shirley is not an Annihilation cultist," Duncan explained patiently when he saw Agatha's silence, "She and Agou got acquainted for other reasons, and they are all following my orders now, so they won't
Harmful to the city."
As he said that, he pointed to a chair not far away: "Sit down, you should have a lot to say."
Agatha walked over slowly, while Duncan paid attention to her movements - she found the position of the chair very accurately, but she was obviously still a little hesitant and fumbling when she sat down.
"It seems that you still need some time to adapt to your current situation," Duncan said, "Is that okay?"
This mysterious existence always seemed so kind and peaceful, but Agatha moved her body uncomfortably: "...I am really not used to the way I perceive the world now, but there is no need to worry about this body. In fact, it happened
The changes in me have many benefits, I can now see many things that I couldn't observe before, I just... need to adapt."
"Sorry," Duncan said in a serious tone, "I didn't expect such a change - in fact, you didn't have to take such an extreme method of self-sacrifice."
"But this is the most efficient method," Agatha shook her head slightly. "There is nothing more suitable than a gatekeeper as a carrier of your powerful power."
Duncan said nothing more, and then his attention was focused on the other party's special dress at the moment.
"You are very different from the last time we met," he said casually. "You seem... you are more like a priest now than before."
"I am acting as the archbishop temporarily," Agatha nodded slightly, "Bishop Ivan is no longer here, and now that the fighting in the city has ended, there is a greater need for someone to lead the church than a fully armed gatekeeper.
Soothe the souls of the dead and the minds of the living.”
"Bishop Ivan..." Duncan's tone was somewhat solemn. After a brief silence, he sighed softly, "I have never seen him, but at that time, I felt the protection that came to the city-state... Although it was very
It was short-lived, but his efforts did weaken the connection between the mirror and reality for a short period of time. Without him, many more people would have died."
"May he enjoy peace in Bartók's country," Agatha said softly, "He... has sustained himself for many years, and now he can finally rest for a long time."
"He will - although I don't know what Bartok's domain is about, but as a righteous god, he will treat those noble souls fairly," Duncan said casually, and then changed the topic,
"Now, tell me about the situation in the city-state."
Agatha nodded slightly.
She knew that as the gatekeeper of the Church of Death and one of the only people left in the city-state who could preside over the situation, she should not casually disclose Hanshuang's current predicament to others, and she should not casually disclose Hanshuang's current predicament to others, and she should not casually disclose to anyone whose true identity is unknown and suspected of being an ancient person.
The existence of God established more communication, but after witnessing the majestic figure standing outside the city-state, and after performing the "self-sacrifice", she knew that whether it was Hanshuang or herself, it was inevitable
An inseparable connection was established with this mysterious being.
Now this being is obviously interested in continuing to pay attention to this devastated city-state, so she has no way to avoid this matter.
If you have committed a sin with your choice today, then let the church and the Lord judge you.
"The current situation of Hanshuang... is very bad," she spoke with a low voice, "As you know, we just lost Archbishop Ivan, and the church's priests and guardians also lost a lot in the process of defending the city-state.
Big, and now the city is filled with fear and tension, as well as various negative impacts caused by casualties - if these cannot be dealt with in time, then secondary disasters are likely to occur, and terrible things will emerge from people's hearts.
When the church is short of manpower, 'fear' itself will spread like a snowball in the city-state.
"In fact, the sunset a few hours later is likely to be the beginning of the test - in the previous mirror invasion, the frost had lasted for a long time without being illuminated by the sun, which greatly weakened the city-state's protection against extraordinary power.
On the first night that followed, no one knew what was going to happen.
"On the other hand, the situation in the city hall is actually worse than that of the church - apart from the battle damage suffered by the city-state guard and the police force, the most serious thing is..."
Agatha was obviously hesitant when she said this, but after a few seconds of hesitation, she still told the situation - after all, it was impossible to hide the fact that the Archon's whereabouts were unknown from anyone.
"The most serious thing is that the Archon is missing."
Duncan raised his eyebrows: "Missing?"
"He disappeared into the boiling gold mine, and I..." Agatha was a little stuck, as if she was organizing her words. After a few seconds, she continued with a complicated expression, "The other me once led a team to investigate the disappearance of the Archon.
In that mine tunnel, according to what was reported by the exploration team that returned to the cathedral later, 'I' and Archon Winston both entered an abnormal area blocked by a stone wall and did not return..."
Her tone was low and hesitant, and it was obvious that when she mentioned "another self", her mood was not as calm as she showed.
And Duncan can almost imagine the tangled, confusing and contradictory process Agatha went through after returning to the cathedral to learn about the actions of her "other self" in the past few days with the other priests.
He looked at Agatha calmly: "You can put it bluntly - the Archon of Frost City State is dead. You have already judged this, right?"
"Yes," Agatha finally stopped hesitating and said calmly, "Although there is no evidence, I do 'know' that he is dead. He died in some strange and dark space. Probably not even the body can be found.
came back."
"You 'know'," Duncan emphasized the word "know" and then adjusted his posture on the chair. "It seems that you will go to the Boiling Gold Mine again in the future."
"That... is the place where 'she' last disappeared," Agatha nodded slightly, "When she finally disappeared, I felt something that is difficult to describe in words. I seemed to be able to sense her thoughts.
, I feel...she seems to have a lot of things she wants to tell me, but she has no time..."
Agatha stopped and continued: "And...the members of the exploration team who returned from the mine also mentioned some things to me. That was what the 'other me' told them when they led the team to explore the mine.