"They are probably devil worshippers. I think through these people we should be able to investigate what the devil has been doing recently."
Shade said, looking at his right arm which was still red, swollen and ulcerated, the traces of ash infection on it had been reduced a lot.
But there is nothing in the deserted village, and those who arrived here through the dock left no clues. There is no point in entering the relic incident again, so the only remaining clue is the old woman they brought out from the deserted village.
Already.
"It was too risky for me to light the flames directly. The things here are indeed not something we can deal with now. Flora, can you please let me speak? This is your specialty."
Shade asked the great witch of death:
"It's better to use the Wall of Sighs. This thaumaturgy of yours is really useful."
But the witch shook her head in embarrassment:
"Sorry, you think that thaumaturgy is too omnipotent. The situation of the soul we brought out is very complicated. I'm worried that if we try to interfere with it with external force, other parts of the demon will notice that we are investigating it."
So Flora thought again:
"Didn't you say that you can open the passage to real death? No matter how powerful the devil is, he can't radiate his power there. The 'finish line' is one of the foundations of our world. Banish this soul to reality
After her death, when she regains consciousness under the dark moon, we can try to ask questions again."
This is a good idea, and based on Shade's previous experience, it seems that all souls that enter death will return to normal when they step onto that body of water.
So he raised his hand to open the passage, but when he raised his right arm, he felt that his arm was still stiff and numb.
Seeing his pause, Flora quickly held his hand:
"Don't worry, if Daniste knows that I went out with you and you ended up like this, she will definitely blame me."
"I was too careless. I must say it again. I shouldn't have lit the fire in the cellar in a hurry."
Shade relied on her strength to stand up on the boat. However, he no longer considered opening the one-time passage. Instead, he reached out and grabbed the ordinary-looking oar that had just been lying in the cabin, and it automatically flew to him.
in hands.
Different from the powerful-looking [God’s Gift Box] and the rather magical [Butterfly Summoning Flute], this oar of the ferry god has a simple appearance. It has no special patterns, let alone runes or ritual bases.
Array.
The wooden oar only has the word "ferry" engraved on the handle, and it is also engraved in the common language of Delarion in the Sixth Age.
Therefore, Flora didn't notice anything unusual about the oar at first, but when Shade asked her to help him walk to the stern of the boat, and he grabbed the oar and prepared to row, the witch realized that there was something unusual about the oar.
Too quaint.
The drizzle of rain on the body was particularly comfortable for the two people who had just escaped from the fire. Flora's perception made her realize that something was wrong:
"Where did this oar come from? I feel unusual power."
"Similar to the origin of my gift box."
Shade said vaguely, and the beautiful lady raised her eyebrows, but before she could be surprised, Shade had already stood at the stern of the boat with the support of her arms:
"I'll punt with you, we're going to set off."
Shade was not really unable to stand, he only injured his arm, not his legs. Although he did feel a little weak just now, he recovered after lying down for a while. He just hoped that Flora could feel the next feeling.
The witch, who mistakenly thought that Shad really couldn't stand, immediately turned behind Shad, put her arms around him, and grabbed the oar with him.
The old man's soul was still standing blankly in the cabin, and as the oar was inserted into the water, Shade exerted a little force, and the speed of the boat drifting along the water suddenly accelerated.
Shade didn't row the oar very frequently, but only occasionally used it to stir the water.
None of them spoke, but gradually, in the slightly monotonous sound of the water, the witch felt an indescribable and wonderful feeling. This feeling was like the trembling caused by listening to the last sigh of the deceased, and also like the tremor caused by listening to the last sigh of the deceased.
It is the touching feeling when I see the last look back at my loved ones from the soul that refuses to leave, but cannot stay.
Unknowingly, the boat sailed into a mist, and in the next moment, the surrounding fog suddenly became so thick that the scenery of the surrounding forestland was completely invisible.
At the end of autumn, the sounds in the forest disappeared completely, leaving only the sound of Shade paddling the oar. And Flora Winslet, who was holding the oar with Shade, only felt that her whole body was chilling and dying.
It was touching her soul in an indescribable way.
But the coldness quickly disappeared, because the gentle warmth like the moon on the man she was hugging effectively dispelled the chill caused by touching death.
She held her breath subconsciously, and subconsciously moved the paddle harder with her hand, and then she felt Shade exerting a force in the opposite direction:
"Wrong, not in that direction."
Shade looked at the faint golden light traces on the water in the fog caused by the blessing of the "God of Ferry" and said, then he controlled the boat to turn slightly in the fog and sailed farther away.
So Flora no longer exerted any force, but let Shade hold her hand to control the boat.
Maybe it was only a few seconds later, or maybe it took a long time, but a silvery glow came from behind in the dense milky white luminous fog.
Flora subconsciously turned around and looked back, and the fog dispersed. She saw the huge silver moon half submerged in the dark water, and she also saw countless milky white luminous souls, standing calmly in front of the silver moon, and gradually
Walking towards the legendary dark moon.
That is the direction of the end, that is the true destination of the dead.
"die."
Although she had never seen the scenery here due to various reasons in the past, she had never felt so truly that she had entered death. But because of the small boat under her feet, the power of death did not seriously affect her.
.
She was clearly here, but looking at Ming Yue as a living person. Thinking of this, she felt like she was really going to tremble.
The boat shook slightly, and Flora looked back and noticed that the wooden boat had run aground on a shoal. The shoal was made up of faded pebbles and gray sandstone. The shoal was not big, and at the end was a seemingly endless wall extending to both sides.
There was an endless stone wall, and in the middle was a "Death Door" that she had seen in the parliamentary records, which was used by the witches of the Fifth Age to execute prisoners.
The eight-ring life ring appeared unconsciously at this time, but because of the silence at this time, even the steam mist was almost extremely thin.
At the same time, the eight golden steps also appeared behind her step by step. Just as Flora was about to confirm what she had gained from the journey just now, she heard Sha Dehu shout:
"Sister Devlin!"
On the beach of the underworld, the nun was kneeling in front of the fire with her hands clasped together, her head resting on her hands. Then she raised her head. The [Ashes] sword was stuck in the bonfire, and the silver blindfold "seeed" in the firelight.
When facing them, a dark and unknown light shone.
What's very interesting is that before Shade called out the nun's name, Flora was completely unaware that there were bonfires and people on the beach. It wasn't that she was deliberately ignoring it, but it was as if Sister Devlin wasn't here at all before that.
:
"Sister Devlin?"
Shade knew that Sister Devlin had temporarily left the sacrificial site in order to improve her power, but he did not expect that she would appear here. As he spoke, he jumped off the boat. Flora, who was still holding him, was about to follow her.
She went up, but her instinctive perception of danger made her stop immediately.
Unlike Shade and Sister Devlin, she had better not leave the boat unless necessary.
Then Sister Devlin also stood up from the fire. She stepped forward with her feet under the nun's robe and crossed the bonfire to the boat on the shore. She folded her hands and hung them in front of her body. She first said to Flora:
Winslet nodded, and then "looked" at the remaining burn marks on Shade's arms.
Although there was no expression on Sister Devlin's slightly drooped white face, the witch watching this scene knew immediately that she was angry. Shade originally wanted to say something, but when he saw the nun looking at his arm, he
He also closed his mouth.
After a moment of silence, Sister Devlin took the initiative to stretch out her right hand and aimed it at Shade's arm. Some soft firelight was drawn out by her right hand, and then those soft firelights touched Shade's skin:
"Thumbology - Warming Fire."
In the soft firelight, the burn marks on Shade's hands faded at a speed visible to the naked eye. But the nun did not let go. Instead, she lowered her head and slightly raised her blindfold with her left hand, then grabbed Shade's arm and put it down.
In front of his downcast gray eyes.
Shade then felt a little moisture on the back of his hand:
"Thumbac-healing tears."
The ash curse that was still entangled with Shade just now and the harmless but disgusting demonic curse that lurked disappeared in that drop of tears, like ice encountering magma.
After doing this, the nun put down Shade's hand, then lowered her head and pushed down her blindfold and straightened it up. She said nothing during the entire treatment, but the witch who watched all this still thought it was terrible.
.
It's not that the healing process is scary, but that this nun, who usually doesn't talk much and seems very quiet, is scary. Before this fall, her few interactions with Sister Devlin were limited to the parliament. She originally thought Devlin
Sister Lin has a very introverted personality, and now it seems that her judgment was completely wrong.
The fire-wielding nuns are like burnt wood. Although they look lifeless, the flames are enough to ignite the entire world if necessary.
