Deep Sea Embers

The twilight bell and whistle that represent the alternation of day and night passed through the deep and damp ramps and shafts, echoing faintly in this dark and cramped sewer, and the signal of the approaching night made the cultists hiding in the abandoned lounge They became more depressed.

One of them was terribly ill, unexplained terribly ill, and now he was dying—in this dimly lit subterranean world.

"He's still alive..." a cultist said hesitantly. He glanced at the "compatriot" lying on the ground, and saw that the other person's eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and the eyeballs were slowly rolling in their sockets. This unlucky man The guy can still hear what's going on around him, but he doesn't have the strength to open his eyes anymore.

"He's still alive now," another cultist said in a low voice. "The twilight bell has already rang, and he can't die in this room—the Lord's protection will bless him to sleep peacefully in the dark."

The man lying on the floor twitched his fingers twice, he obviously understood his situation, he didn't want to die just like this, but death has already gnawed at his shadow, and as far as it looks now, his dear "suns" Fellow countrymen have considered moving this "hidden danger" out of the shelter before the real death comes.

An extremely oppressive silence enveloped the room, so that the weak breathing of the dying person became a clearly audible sound. After an unknown period of silence, the black robe who cursed the Church of Storms suddenly broke the silence: "Wait a little longer Just wait, at least...it won't change immediately when you die."

"...Then wait a little longer," the black-robed cultist with a low voice let go, he glanced at the man who was breathing hard, and couldn't help muttering, "But why did he suddenly get sick? Are you sure it's just Is it a normal illness?"

"I know him...he runs an antique shop in the downtown area that is closing soon, and the shop is full of fake goods," said a believer who had never spoken much, "He was already sick, and his body had never been healthy. It's a good thing, probably because I stayed in the sewer for too long, and I was frightened before, which made my condition worse."

Hearing the explanation of the people next to him, the black-robed cultist with a low voice finally relaxed a little. Although he is not a noble "priest", he has also converted to the sun for many years, and now he is somewhat an "expert" who knows a lot of mystic knowledge He knows how many long-term and hidden dangers will remain after a failed sacrificial ceremony, and every believer who has participated in that sacrificial ceremony may become the "carrier" of these hidden dangers. A person who suddenly falls into extreme weakness... may be one such "vehicle".

If it wasn't for the restriction of "Sun's people are all brothers", and there are a few hard-hearted believers watching, he would have thrown this unlucky guy into the vast darkness outside.

After a long silence, the black-robed cultist suddenly moved. He took out a pale golden amulet from his pocket and stuffed it into the chest of the dying "compatriot".

"You are..." A believer next to him asked curiously.

"I bought this sacred amulet from the envoy at a great price," he said in a low voice, with sincerity in his tone, "May the grace of the Lord protect our siblings, and the brilliance of the sun may be able to keep them safe in the dark." from further erosion."

The two believers next to him immediately had no doubt about him, and looked at the church senior who "sent" the amulet with admiration. They put their fists between their brows and recited reverently in a low voice: "The people of the sun are all brothers and sisters." ..."

The black-robed man with a low voice also clenched his fists between his eyebrows, and began to chant in a low voice: "The people of the sun are all siblings."

...

After the sun completely fell below the sea level, the starless and moonless sky once again appeared in front of Duncan, with pale cracks running across the sky, illuminating the boundless sea and the Lost Homeland sailing on the sea with cold radiance.

Duncan stood near the poop deck, he looked back at the sky, and sighed slightly.

No matter how many times he looked at it, it was impossible for him to see the stars that did not exist in the pale and cold light.

But compared to the last time he saw this starless night, he was in a much better mood now.

On the one hand, it was because he had accepted the weirdness of this world and was actively adapting to the current life. On the other hand, the fish was really good today.

He is a very optimistic person, and any small improvement in his life is a joy to him-not to mention that there are more gifts from nature than he can imagine.

At this pace, even if he can't establish a stable connection with the land in a short period of time, he can at least improve the living conditions on this ship.

Thinking wildly, he turned his head to look at the pigeon standing on his shoulder, and said casually in a joking tone: "You said... Would it be easier for me to do what a pirate captain should do? For example, find a busy The waterway robbed houses or something..."

The pigeon tilted its head, and its two eyes didn't know where to look: "Does it look like a word? Does it look like a word..."

"That's right, it doesn't fit my personality," Duncan smiled, "And it's easy to say—at least you have to find a channel with merchant ships when you rob a house."

The vast sea is empty, and the Lost Homelander has drifted to a place far away from civilized society. Since the last time it collided with the ship carrying the abnormal 099, he has never seen another ship in sight. ——I really want to rob and don’t know where to find the victim.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting Duncan's wild thoughts: "Captain, are we going to rob?"

Duncan looked around and saw Alice sitting on a high wooden board next to her, looking at her curiously.

Under the light of the pale scar in the sky, the Gothic doll wearing a court dress sat high on the ghost ship, her mercury-like long hair glowed coldly in the night, she sat dignifiedly, There is curiosity in the eyes - this scene is like a classical and mysterious painting.

Duncan was a little surprised for a moment—after going through a few "realistic trifles" that were ups and downs, he almost forgot the elegant and mysterious feeling that the puppet lady brought to him when she first lay in the wooden box. So impressed that he was a little surprised when he saw Alice in a quiet state at this time.

Alice didn't know what the captain was thinking, she just asked again curiously: "Captain, are we going to rob?"

This sentence is more damaging to her image.

Duncan looked at the puppet dumbfounded: "Do you like robbery?"

"I don't like it," Alice shook her head, "it sounds boring."

"But you were 'robbed' onto the boat by me." Duncan reminded her with a smile.

"...That's right," Alice thought for a while, nodded and said, and then asked again, "Then are we going to rob now?"

"No," Duncan waved his hand, and walked unhurriedly towards his captain's cabin, "I also think robbing is quite boring. In contrast, walking is more suitable as an after-dinner exercise."

Duncan returned to the captain's cabin. After briefly instructing the goat's head to take charge of the helm, he entered the bedroom as before and closed the door.

He has already decided to carry out the second spiritual world walk tonight.

But unlike last time, this time he will test this ability with the pigeon "Ay".

A cluster of dark green sparks danced at Duncan's fingertips, and at the moment when the flames jumped, the pigeon that was strolling on the table disappeared in the blink of an eye, and a figure condensed on his shoulder again.

Feeling the faint connection between Ai and himself, Duncan slowly calmed down, and then he recalled the "feeling" he had when he activated the brass compass last time, and began to try to use the spirit body in his hand to Fire to communicate with Ay—

The invisible green flame turned into a thin thread and wrapped around Ai's wings. The next second, the white pigeon was suddenly wrapped in flames!

In the burning flames, the feathers of the white dove all turned into illusory forms, and the rising green fire seemed to reshape its flesh and bones. Ai raised his wings in the flames, and the brass compass hanging on his chest It opened with a "snap" - the dial depicting many mystical runes shimmered, and the pointer in the center pointed straight to the distance after spinning wildly.

The surrounding scenes disintegrated, and the familiar dark space appeared in Duncan's eyes, followed by those familiar streams of light and countless "lights" dotted around.

Duncan looked at those starlights according to the feeling in his heart, looking for the next "target" suitable for contact.

Suddenly, he was attracted by one of the clusters of starlight.

He didn't know if this was the "Captain Duncan's intuition" that the goat's head was always talking about, but he decided to follow this feeling—no matter who was behind the starlight, now, he had a destiny with Captain Duncan.

...

In the abandoned sewers on the edge of the Puland city-state, the few Sun God cultists who had escaped from the church guards by chance were silent in silence.

The aboveground world has fallen into deep night, while the underground world has only a cluster of faint lights sheltering abandoned rooms.

Even the most brutal and inhuman cultists will feel nervous and terrified in this approaching darkness.

The rags next to it are spread on the floor, and the dying person is about to breathe his last breath.

Listening to the gradually low and difficult breathing, several pairs of eyes looked at the dying man in unison.

They stared at the "compatriot" on the floor, and everyone knew that it was really impossible for this person to survive the night.

In this way, under the gaze of several pairs of eyes, the man on the floor heaved his chest up and down for the last time - he exhaled his last breath in this life.

"May the sun continue to shine on your soul in the dark," the black-robed cultist with a low voice said slowly, and then waved his hand, "Put him..."

In the next second, his words were suddenly choked back.

In front of his eyes, the corpse with its eyes closed was breathing again.

(It’s time to push the book. The title of the book this time is "The Story of My King of Anime is Sure enough". It comes from the work of a certain book friend. You can probably guess the content by looking at the name? Just post the introduction:

Xia Yu is an ordinary nerd who travels to a parallel world where the ACG culture is very barren with the ACG encyclopedia system, determined to spread the ACG culture throughout the world, so that the banner of the second dimension can be planted all over the world.

Starting from "Pokémon", various beliefs began to emerge.

A new era has come. )