In the boundless and chaotic darkness, at the end of the fragmented continent, the Cyclops, carrying the entire land on its back, was watching the ghost ship passing by at close range - this "ancient god" who had been dead for countless centuries turned silently.
Looking at that turbid one eye, it was as if that eye had briefly recovered from the long river of time and was chasing the uninvited guest who broke into this place.
Duncan stared hard at that eye, his whole body tensing up little by little. Even if he was not subject to the so-called "mental pollution", he could not help but feel a suffocating pressure when he saw this extremely shocking scene -
- But he did not act rashly, did not try to respond to the eye, but simply allowed the Lost Home to slowly pass in front of the giant, watching the eye gradually move away from the stern of the ship after reaching a limit.
The pale Cyclops showed no more changes. He was still carrying the land on his back, floating in the endless chaotic darkness.
But from behind Duncan, the goat head that looked like the Dream Skull suddenly spoke: "The giant was the first to die."
Duncan suddenly turned around and looked at the "Dream Skull" who was sitting on the table.
"What did you say?" He couldn't help but ask again.
"The giant was the first to die." The Dream Skull repeated this sentence again, with the tone and content unchanged at all - and then no matter how Duncan asked, it would only answer this sentence.
Realizing that this was the only response that this "mutilated fragment of the ancient god" could make at the moment, Duncan did not continue to ask any more questions. He just turned his head thoughtfully and looked at the Cyclops outside the side of the ship that had gradually moved away. After a long time, he finally said:
He muttered like he was talking to himself: "Due to the disintegration of the stars, Salmir, the king of the pale giants, died in the first long night..."
In the boundless darkness outside the porthole window, some noise seemed to quietly emerge when he said the name "Salmir", and then fade away like the wind.
Duncan glanced in the direction of the Cyclops, suddenly frowned, and after a brief hesitation, he walked towards the door of the captain's cabin.
Before opening the door and leaving, he looked back at the "Dream Skull" on the navigation table.
The latter was still staring at him quietly, his obsidian eyes hollow and lifeless.
Duncan ignored the disturbing gaze and turned to leave the captain's cabin.
He walked through the sloping stairs on the stern deck and came to the driving platform above the captain's cabin. He walked through the lifeless, mottled and tattered decks. The heavy steering wheel was waiting for him at the end of the platform, faintly in the dark subspace background.
Swinging from side to side.
It's like a silent invitation.
Duncan walked towards the dark-colored steering wheel, stood in front of it and took a deep breath.
He wanted to do something bold - taking the helm of the dilapidated Homeless Ship in the subspace was just the first step.
After calming down, he reached out to hold the steering wheel and released the power of the flames.
In an instant, the fire spread. The invisible and illusory spiritual fire swept across the entire ship in the blink of an eye, and gradually became transparent and disappeared in the void. Duncan felt that his perception suddenly spread, and then the familiar "emptiness"
"The feeling will come back as the flame spreads.
He once again felt the emptiness of the "Homeless Ship" and felt its phantom-like nature. The flames seemed to spread directly in the subspace, and all he touched was coldness and emptiness.
But this time Duncan was well prepared. He did not interrupt the connection with the flame due to the impact of this "nothingness". He ignored the consequences of floating in the subspace without any defense.
Instead of feeling uneasy, he focused more on the steering wheel in front of him - he tried to give the steering wheel an entity and use it to control this phantom-like ghost ship.
A creaking noise came from under the steering wheel, and the entire phantom ship began to tremble slightly - the sail of the spirit body filled up, and invisibly, cheers seemed to come from a distant place, ringing from all directions.
The captain is back.
Duncan slowly turned the steering wheel, and he felt the ghost ship floating in the darkness begin to tilt slightly and change its course according to his control.
An indescribable feeling emerged from the bottom of his heart - he had really succeeded in controlling this ghost ship sailing in subspace, and... he even felt that sailing in subspace was easier than in the real world.
smoothly.
The Lost Home sailed through an arc in the darkness, turned its bow 180 degrees, and re-aimed at the fragment of a celestial body that seemed to be torn from a planet - the pale one-eye that had gone away.
The giant appeared in Duncan's field of vision again and gradually moved closer.
Duncan set up a boat and returned to the ancient god again.
When the Lost Home came close to a certain distance, the cloudy one eye on the giant's face indeed turned again, staring silently at Duncan in the darkness.
Duncan didn't seem to care about this gaze at all - in the previous close contact, he had noticed that the gaze of this eye had no impact on him at all. Compared with the nervousness and uneasiness caused by being stared at, he was at this moment
I want to collect more information.
The Lost Home slowly moved closer to the Cyclops's face, and the cloudy one-eyed eye grew larger and larger in Duncan's field of vision, until it finally occupied almost the entire side of the ship.
Duncan stopped the ship at this position, then released the steering wheel, walked to the side of the ship, and looked at the eye carefully.
The giant's eyes adjusted their angle slightly, and the empty pupils turned towards him. The dead one eye was already cloudy, as if there was a layer of pale mist covering the inside of the eyeball. Duncan saw his own figure reflected on the surface of the mist, hazy and illusory.
"...What are you looking at?" Out of some unclear state of mind, Duncan suddenly spoke softly.
But he didn't get a response - the giant was indeed dead, and the rotating eyeball seemed to be just some kind of "inertia" left by the ancient god after his death, or a trace of the "remaining tremor" of the huge corpse.
Maintaining the illusion of survival.
But Duncan suddenly thought of a sentence - in the embers that gradually cooled after the death of all things, the corpses of the ancient gods ruled the ashes of the world.
These dead gods, even if they die again, or even if a long time passes after they die again, their remains still maintain a certain degree of "operation". Their death is a strange and indescribable state.
Even if it is split into countless pieces like a goat's head and twisted into incredible shapes, this "operation" will continue. This long process... seems to last forever.
Duncan still didn't quite understand what kind of existence these so-called "gods" or "ancient kings" were, and he didn't understand what state they were in now, but from the pale giant king in front of him, he felt that he seemed to be
I am gradually...reaching a certain "appearance of truth".
At this moment, Duncan suddenly frowned.
He seemed to have seen something.
There seemed to be something in the giant's turbid eyeballs, which seemed to be covered with mist.
Duncan got closer and observed the turbid reflection more carefully, trying to distinguish some identifiable images from the shadows covered with a layer of traces of time. Gradually, he finally saw something from it.
——
He first saw a huge being with a ferocious appearance like some kind of sea beast, but also an elegant and holy being. This being stood in front, and then there was a humanoid silhouette with flames wrapped around its body. He stood aside.
After the two figures, you can see some hazy luminous things, which seem to be a series of neatly arranged lights, which are inlaid on a huge cube...
In addition, there are corpse-like giants wearing black robes, weirdly twisted and indescribable masses, shadows floating over many existences like dark clouds, tall, thin and bent limbs, clusters of thorns, pale golden arcs...
Many shadowy and illusory outlines like this are reflected in the giant's one eye, each with a strange shape, and silently and solemnly surrounding it in the darkness.
Duncan stared in astonishment at those figures whose only images seemed to exude infinite power. It took nearly half a minute to suddenly realize what this was——
These are the "gods" and the figures of the "ancient kings".
The giant's one eye reflected a scene that happened a long time ago - in the ancient years, during a night between the Great Annihilation and the Deep Sea Age, these majestic beings gathered in this place.
Surrounded by the giant, he stood silently.
Their figures were deeply imprinted on this turbid one-eye.
This is a funeral.
It was the scene when the gods saw off the King of Pale Giants after he failed to create the world and died.
Duncan's thoughts raced rapidly, and countless associations arose at the same time. Based on the current legends in the world and the intelligence he had recently collected, he tried to correspond one by one to the images reflected in the giant's one eye, but found that in addition to the known
In addition to the four gods and a few ancient gods, there are many figures whose corresponding legends or information records cannot be found at all today.
He even had no idea who they were for more than half of them - they were not in the Orthodox records, not even in the deviant myths and legends of the pagans.
Duncan stood silently.
If each "god" represents a relatively powerful representative of civilization that still exists after the destruction of the world, then it seems that more than half of the "ancient gods" have quietly fallen before the third long night -
—Even the "Book of Blasphemy" did not leave their names.
The "ancient kings" who created and died like the King of Pale Giants and the King of Dreams were actually the lucky ones among these fallen kings.
Duncan sighed softly, took a step back, and prepared to turn around and leave.
But just as he sighed, he noticed another detail.
His own figure was also reflected in the giant's one eye at this moment.
Reflected among the figures of ancient kings frozen in the long river of time.
There is an empty seat there, not too big or too small.
It was as if they had left this position a hundred centuries ago when they gathered here to bid farewell to the King of Pale Giants.
(It’s time to recommend the book. The title of the book is "The Wizard: Adding Some Demon Hunting in the Steam Age". It comes from Zhu Xiaowu. The author’s own slogan for recommending the book: In the age of steam, I came in the dawn, with a musket in my left hand and a staff in my right hand.
, behind them stood countless little Assi holding taboo objects...
There are already quite a few words, so I think I can read it.)