Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 196

[Chapter 196 Disappeared]

With a clang, the silver fork in Dante Wayne’s hand fell onto the plate.

The sound of the fork falling was a bit sharp in the slightly empty restaurant. The maid who was standing by was taken aback, and hurried forward to ask the situation: “Mr. Dante?”

Dante did not respond to the maid’s inquiry. The city-state consul was still sitting there in a daze, as if his soul had temporarily left the body, and after a while, he suddenly blinked his eyes, and his consciousness suddenly returned to the surface of the water as if from the brink of drowning , the sound from the real world exploded in his ears – he took a sudden breath, and heard the maid’s voice again: “Mr. Dante, are you okay?”

Dante Wayne stared blankly Looking at the fork that fell on the plate, he slowly reached out to pick it up, and found that his hands were shaking extremely violently, and countless intertwined and chaotic memories were shuttled and superimposed in his mind, and he felt a burning pain near his eye sockets, The ruby prosthetic eye became hot as if it was about to burn.   He turned his head suddenly, and broke the silence before the

maid spoke for the third time: “Has Fan Na sent any news?”

Mr.: “…Who is Fan Na?”

The next second, the maid was taken aback by Mr. Consul’s suddenly livid face and gloomy aura.

Dante Wayne’s face changed suddenly, as if the air pressure around him had dropped. He remained silent for several seconds with a livid face, but in the end he waved his hand to the maid as calmly as possible, and said as calmly as possible : “You go out first, don’t come in for now.”

The maid left in confusion and a little nervously, the restaurant was completely quiet, and Dante Wayne sat quietly at the end of the table, he was the only one beside the huge table.

It seems that he has been like this for the past eleven years, sitting alone at the dining table, living alone in this empty mansion.

Layers of chaotic memories shuttled and superimposed in his mind, “reality” from different dimensions seemed to overwrite his memory, but Dante just sat there quietly, letting the memory be constantly overwritten, as if Repeated softly like a dream: “Fan Na is still alive…Fan Na is still alive…”

He suddenly raised his head.

At the other end of the dining table, a figure appeared at some point.

It was himself—at least it seemed to be another self.

It was a gray-white entity, wearing the same clothes as Dante Wayne, with the same appearance and hairstyle, and even every wrinkle on the back of the hand was the same, but the facial features of that figure were slightly blurred, Its eyes are only two hollow and sunken holes, and there is endless emptiness and strangeness inside.

Dante quietly stared at the gray “self” on the opposite side of the dining table, and the other party raised his head and stared at him quietly. After a long time, the gray figure suddenly grinned, revealing a silent smile. The chaotic flow of light and shadow is reflected in the eye sockets.

The thing opened its mouth, and the skin on the face healed as the lips squirmed and cracked: “Ah, there is a hole in your heart at last, Mr. ‘myself’.” Dante Wayne stopped muttering

repeatedly Talking to himself, he stared at the figure sitting opposite, his own “reflection”: “What did you do?” “

Frankly, I don’t know, it just happened, the surprise came too fast , a loophole took the initiative to destroy itself,” the thing across the table shook his head, “but don’t you want to see all of this? You don’t have to bear the pressure of the truth anymore, and you don’t have to worry about responsibilities and the future…everything is Getting back on track, and eternal relief and peace awaits everyone, just like the promise you got many years ago-everyone’s wishes will be fulfilled…” The thing said, slowly standing across the

table Standing up, with a distorted and broken smile on his face: “I know your heart very well, just like knowing myself…”

Dante Wayne also stood up slowly. There were no weapons in the dining room, but he always carried a short dagger by his side. Now he grasped the only weapon tightly and stared at the gray figure: “It’s just a void, a shadow of nothingness… Are you worthy of understanding people’s hearts?” “

I am your soul reflected in the subspace…” The gray figure opened his hands, as if hostile and provocative to Dante He didn’t care, “The subspace understands everything, including the ridiculously shallow human heart… Come on, kill me, and see me again, it seems like we haven’t done this game for a long time…”

The gray shadow’s words came to an abrupt end end.

Dante Wayne looked across the dining table in astonishment. He saw a cluster of green flames spread here from nowhere, and rushed towards the phantom like a predator smelling prey. The phantom He tried to avoid it, but the flames burned directly on him as if ignoring the laws of space.

A shrill howl and a strange whistling sound came at the same time, and the sharp sound wave instantly shattered all the glass in the restaurant, but the sound was confined in this space and could not be transmitted outside—so layer upon layer The sound wave continued to echo in the restaurant, getting weirder and scarier.

Dante Wayne blankly watched his subspace projection gradually distorted into a pool of weird and wriggling “grease” in the flames, and there were still roaring and whistling sounds from the grease, which he could barely distinguish There are some words and sentences, except for the vicious curse, there is only one word that has some meaning: “Landless!”

This word was almost shouted out by the “grease” at the top of its lungs.

Then, the grease was also burned away, leaving only pale ashes in the flames. Dante Wayne stared blankly at all this, and in the next second, a scorching pain suddenly filled his whole body.

Incineration of warp projections now works in reverse on the ontology.

The dagger fell to the ground, and the consul’s relatively strong body fell to the ground. Dante curled up in pain, feeling as if he was also being burned by the flames, and the belated flames were tearing and destroying his soul and mind, but in the hallucination of flames rising into the sky, he saw those spreading green flames just slowly patrolling around him, but they didn’t really mean to come up to “hunt”.

The flames of the spirit body finally made a circle, shook twice in front of the consul, and quickly spread to other places.

Dante even felt that the flame took a sip, as if expressing contempt for food that didn’t meet his taste.

He felt that he might have been delirious from the pain of the flames.

In the next second, all the pain went away as suddenly as when it came, and Dante felt his mind was shaken as if a spring stretched to the limit was suddenly relaxed. This sudden relaxation became the final blow to destroy consciousness. A strong sense of dizziness struck, his vision went dark, and the perception of the whole world began to fade away quickly.

And before he completely lost consciousness, he heard the sound of the door opening, the maid’s exclamation, and the chaotic footsteps of others after they were alarmed.

…

Fan Na calmly looked around the empty archives, trying to find traces of the middle-aged priest.

For the first two minutes, she didn’t move, didn’t try to get out of here, and didn’t touch anything in her field of vision.

This is to prevent one’s sanity from being invaded by mistakenly touching the source of pollution after falling into a certain illusion.

It wasn’t until she confirmed that the objects in her sight were normal entities, and she finished protecting her mind, that she came to the back of the administrator’s curved table, and decisively reached out and pressed a button under the table.

That was the electric bell that sounded the alarm.

The bell rang, echoing through the empty archives.

Fan Na lowered her head again, looking at the lantern in her hand.

The middle-aged priest disappeared, but the lantern he lent to himself was still in his hand. The lantern was exuding a soft and warm light. Something was dispelled, forming a hazy halo within a few meters around.

Fan Na went around in the administrator’s rest area again, but still couldn’t find the priest.

The alarm bell is still going on, sharp, piercing, and palpitating.

Fanna returned to the curved table, her eyes fell on the pile of scattered parts and the marks written in blood.

The bell echoed hollowly, and no one entered here.

The young judge suddenly understood—

it was not the middle-aged priest who disappeared.

It was herself.

The moment this idea emerged from the bottom of her heart, Fan Na felt that the “atmosphere” around her had changed, as if a curtain had been lifted suddenly, and another dimension overlapping reality revealed her true face to her. Suddenly opened his eyes wide, and saw boundless flames igniting everywhere in the archives!

And in the burning sea of flames, a figure holding a black umbrella stood not far in front of him at some point.

The figure was tall and thin, exuding a strange aura. He raised an arm towards Fanna in the flames, and a deep and hoarse voice came out of his body: “You…” Fanna only heard one

syllable In the next second, he took down the big sword that ordinary people can barely hold with both hands, and then raised the big sword with the lantern in one hand and jumped three meters away.

“Heretic!”

(End of this chapter)