Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 193

[Chapter 193 The Promised Ark]

Ark’s chart room, as always, the sunlight from the boundless sea poured into the room through the portholes, making those old objects that condensed a century of time shine brightly, and the black goat head sculpture quietly Sitting quietly at a corner of the chart table, controlling the direction of the Lost Home, while the surface of the ancient chart was billowing with mist. In the layered and surging mist, it represented that the trajectory of the known route was heading towards a certain place. Expand and move forward in a straight line.

At the end of the track is the city-state of Purland, that flickering light spot has now appeared in the fog ahead, and is gradually closing the distance between it and the Lost Country at a speed that is imperceptible to the naked eye.

The door opened, and Duncan’s figure appeared at the door.

The goat head sculpture immediately moved, its wooden neck creaked, and it turned its head to the direction of the sound: “Ah, the great captain has come to his loyal lieutenant! Is your business going well? ? You have been busy since yesterday. Are you in a good mood today? Today’s weather…” “

Stop, stop, stop, you don’t need to repeat similar greetings several times a day.” Duncan raised his hand to type before the other party finished speaking. Then, his gaze rested on the face of the goat’s head for a moment as if inadvertently.

The goat’s head was the same as before, showing no expression, and the obsidian-carved eyes were still weirdly cold. It was staring at this side on the table, and its eyes were full of inhuman texture.

But there was no danger, and there was nothing different from usual.

This guy seems to have been carrying out Duncan’s orders seriously. Duncan let him concentrate on sailing, and it just concentrates on sailing.

“Your Excellency, Captain, you seem to be preoccupied?” the voice of the goat’s head sounded, with the familiar enthusiasm unique to doglegs, “You seem to have captured some captives…but they don’t seem to be on the ship anymore?” “Are they on board?

” It disappeared after the sun rose,” Duncan said calmly when he came to the nautical table and sat down, “there are some final missionaries.”

“Ah, the final missionaries… They are troublesome and dangerous guys. They are really hard to catch. They always appear inexplicably and run away inexplicably,” the goat head immediately muttered, just as Duncan was familiar with, As long as a topic is opened, this guy will pop up a series of nonsense, but these nonsense often contain useful information, and there is no need to bother to ask, “But how did they provoke you? Those crazy rumors Taoist priests usually don’t show up very much. Compared with the Sun Cultists or the Annihilation Cultists, they are low-key and rare…” “They

attacked a human being I was paying attention to, and they captured it back, and used it to test Alice’s ability,” Duncan said casually, while observing the reaction of the goat head, “They also said a lot of nonsense things, related to the subspace… How much do you know about these cultists?” “I suggest you not pay too much attention to

them That crazy ‘preacher’,” said the goat head immediately, “just calling the name of the subspace frequently may attract dangerous attention, let alone dealing with the kind of lunatics who follow the subspace? Of course, you Such a great existence may not be affected by them, but it is not a good thing to hear too much…”

Then it paused, and then said: “Let me tell you, I don’t know much about those lunatics, and the world Few people understand them. Ultimately, missionaries should be regarded as the weirdest group of guys among all kinds of cultists. They are good at elusive, fragmented thinking, and they don’t have a large number of low-level mobs like ordinary cultists—they are huge in number. Much less, and there is no one who can communicate with people normally…”

Goat’s head babbled, and more and more nonsense went on, but even in the middle of the endless nonsense, Duncan still heard some key information.

According to Goat’s Head, the number of final missionaries is far less than that of the other two cult forces (the Sun Followers and the Annihilation Cultists) who are also the confidants of civilization. Judging from the records and activity trajectories in this world, their number may be only a thousand people, and possibly even fewer.

In general cult forces, there are a large number of ordinary people who act as “lower-level believers”. These mobs have no power and have normal social life. They are basically the same as ordinary people except that their thinking has been corrupted. Structure – as long as they appear, they must be “priests” with powerful power.

No one knows how a cult group can operate and maintain itself without the support of the bottom layer, just like no one knows the specific process of the conversion of Sun Cultists and Annihilation Cultists among ordinary people.

In addition, although the final missionaries have the word “preaching” in their names, in fact they seem to have almost no successful cases of “preaching”—their reason has long since evaporated, and their language and logic are different from ordinary people. When they show up, they will always recite some “truths” related to the subspace, but any sane person will not listen to their bewitching, and weak-willed people… have already been bewitched by them before being bewitched by them. Warp contamination has become a monster.

In other words, it is theoretically impossible for final missionaries to increase their number by “preaching”.

In the end, the final missionary was elusive, very elusive.

Duncan has seen this for himself.

The goat’s head said that he didn’t know much about the final missionary, but the information it said was not lacking at all.

“A group of missionaries who are so insane that they can no longer ‘preach’…” Duncan rubbed his chin and murmured thoughtfully, “Where did the first final missionaries come from?” “

Then Who knows?” The goat’s head’s neck creaked and shook, “Maybe it grew directly from the subspace…”

Duncan didn’t care that the goat’s head was obviously a nonsense “subspace joke”, and he also He did not mention his “non-linear conjecture” about the final missionary to the other party.

He was just thinking, if he, who is the first contact with the missionaries of the end, can come up with such conjectures, then what do the guardians and bishops in the human city-states who have been fighting against heresy for a long time know about the group of subspace believers? Woolen cloth? Will they have a more complete theory to explain the weirdness of those lunatics?

“Captain, you seem to be very concerned about those final missionaries?” In the silence, the voice of the goat’s head suddenly broke the silence in the room, “I rarely see you showing such a serious expression…” Duncan raised his head

, Quietly looked at the goat’s head.

“You said, if the history of a city-state is polluted, can it be saved?”

He said suddenly.

Frank and casual, as if just discussing an ordinary “academic conjecture” in my spare time.

The goat’s head was stunned for a moment (although its hard face was expressionless at first), and it took two or three seconds before it responded: “Historical pollution? Oh, this is a high-end topic, it sounds like it can only be done in subspace Things…” “Things that can only be done   in subspace

?” Duncan raised his eyebrows.

How about polluting the history of a city-state casually?” Goat’s head said casually, “There is nothing in the world with such power… Oh, if I have to say it is not without it, in terms of power alone, there may be one who is qualified , but that thing is hanging in the sky…”

Hearing Goat’s Head ramble, Duncan’s heart skipped a beat.

The space-time and causality of the warp itself is chaotic?

This was the first time he heard such a clear and direct piece of information related to subspace.

And what came to mind along with this piece of information was what he recalled what the Frost Queen said to him in that illusion—

please don’t pollute history.

He frowned, temporarily suppressed the complicated thoughts in his heart, and set his eyes on the goat’s head again. The latter also immediately noticed the captain’s gaze, stopped chattering immediately, and quickly reacted: “Ah, no wonder you Suddenly paying attention to those final missionaries… Could it be that they…”

“They probably have a big job,” Duncan said quietly, “It makes me a little… annoyed.”

He quietly stared into the eyes of the goat’s head, and the goat’s head also stared at him expressionlessly, as if observing each other, but there seemed to be no additional communication.

“The city-state has its own guardians of the city-state, and those fire spreaders are keeping an eye on the context of history,” the goat head said, “Anyway, no matter what the gang of final missionaries do, they won’t be able to threaten you, even if they can If they pollute history, they can’t pollute you and the Lost Home…”

Duncan raised his eyebrows: “Can’t they pollute me and the Lost Home?” “

…We’re returning from the subspace, Captain,” the goat head said slowly , “Everything in the world can be polluted—except for the subspace, and we…have been in the subspace long enough.” Duncan

frowned. For some reason, those final legends suddenly appeared in his mind. Some crazy words that Taoist priests once said.

After a moment of silence, he couldn’t help muttering softly: “The Ark of

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(end of this chapter)