Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 202

[Chapter 202 Penetration]

Fire, burning fire everywhere, or ashes everywhere after the flames have burned out, the church was destroyed by the fire, the bell tower was destroyed by the fire, and the city itself seemed to have been destroyed by the fire.

The scorching wind howled through the church square that had been burnt into ruins. The square was billowed with ash, fine sparks fell from the bell tower, and the scorched flag fell down in the wind.

A tall figure wearing light armor stepped onto the square, and the heavy and broad sword in his hand drew a series of sparks on the scorching ground.

Fanna’s hair was scorched by the astonishing heat in this environment, and the armor was damaged everywhere. In some of the damaged places, wounds that were still bleeding could be seen. The flesh and blood in the wounds were wriggling, slowly heal.

She holds a sword in her right hand, and a huge rotary machine gun in her left hand. She carries a heavy ammunition box on her back—this machine gun was taken from a half-destroyed steam walker when passing by the arsenal not long ago. Taken apart, it’s easy to use.

The hot wind was blowing, and the smell of ashes penetrated into her nostrils. Fanna narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at the street in the distance, and the thick smoke and red light slowly rising in the background of the street.

In this “history”, the whole of Prand has been burned.

The fire began to spread in 1889, and no one noticed it for eleven years. It finally burned all over the city, and solidified the entire city-state in a state of ruins in the slow ablation.

Even the power of the Storm Goddess has been severely distorted and interfered with—the longer Fanna stays here, the more difficult it is for her to feel the nourishment of the sea breeze.

It is easy to burn a city-state, but it is very difficult to burn it without the gods knowing it. Those heretics took advantage of the loopholes in history, and they may even use the personality of the black sun to interfere with the gods’ judgment on the world.

But… where the hell are those heretics?

A low and hoarse whisper suddenly came from the shadows of the nearby buildings. The whispers carried the power of blasphemy and malice. The shadows condensed out of thin air in the whispers, turning into illusions, but Fanna did not condense towards the shadows at all. And turned his eyes in the direction of whispering, but casually raised the six-barreled machine gun in his left hand, and pulled the trigger in another direction that seemed to be empty.

The deafening roar exploded in the sky above the square, the yellow bullet casings scattered like rain, the flames swept across, and a tall and thin shadow suddenly appeared in the air. Appeared, in a hurry, he could only use a large number of tentacles and the black umbrella in his hand to resist the oncoming barrage–and during its resistance, the roaring waves suddenly exploded!

Fan Na threw out the huge sword in her hand, and the huge sword smashed down with the force of the storm, piercing through the monster, flying ten meters away and firmly pinning it to the ground, after that she didn’t care that it was already nailed Instead, he quickly turned around, stepped sideways, grabbed and pulled out a twisted and deformed lamppost, and slammed the heavy steel to his side.

The second assailant who was hiding was knocked to the ground by the street lamp, and the ugly flower-like head was shattered into a pool of rotten flesh. The machine gun turned its muzzle, and the scorching bullets swept like a storm.

“Sneak attack in a team of two… It seems that your tactics will stop here.”

Fan Na muttered, throwing away the severely distorted lamp post, and waved to the side to retract the giant sword of the storm. With one hand standing the giant sword by his side and leaning on it, the other hand was still holding the machine gun, and continued to point at the monster’s minced flesh on the ground as if executing.

After a few seconds, she frowned.

“No regeneration?”

The young judge bent down, confirming that the pile of debris that once belonged to the Son of the Sun just lay quietly on the ground. Not only did it show no signs of regeneration, it even began to lose moisture and activity rapidly. It turned into a pile of shriveled coke at a speed visible to the naked eye.

why is that? Why did these residues lose their ability to regenerate? Is it because their bodies suddenly became weak? Or is it because the dregs have been greatly weakened for some reason?

Fan Na looked at this scene in confusion and vigilance, then raised her head suddenly, staring fixedly at the street not far away as if sensing something.

A mass of green flowing fire emerged in the darkness, then quickly gathered and spread around the edge of the square, and then, as if feeling something, suddenly rushed towards the remains of the son’s heir!

Burn, devour, grow.

In Vanna’s presence, the invading green flames consumed the lifeless flesh, like a predator enjoying its prey.

The young judge’s eyes froze for a moment, staring at the spreading green flames with extreme vigilance. Numerous thoughts and guesses surged in her mind, but those spreading flames seemed to ignore her—they just flowed by. All around, wandering around the square, and finally flowed away further.

Fan Na watched the flames spread thoughtfully, and then took steps to walk deeper into the city-state.

…

The torrential rain poured down, and the water curtain reached the sky and the ground. The torrential rain falling from the thick clouds seemed to be a conspiracy that had been brewing for many years and finally became clear, washing away everything in the city-state of Purdue.

And when the power of the torrential rain could not stop Morris, fate played a role again-his car finally broke down.

The old scholar resolutely gave up the idea of restarting the car. He knew that this obstructive force would only intensify, because at some point he didn’t know, the missionary had already declared to himself that this curse He will not be allowed to fix the car.

But the “Declaration” of the final missionary is not an unsolvable spiritual spell. Generally speaking, that thing can only guide or interfere with “events” to varying degrees, and the longer the duration and the greater the coverage, the more The greater the force required, the greater the loss.

He couldn’t stop in this torrential rain.

Morris opened the car door, and the biting cold wind and heavy rain rushed to his face at the same time, drenching his whole body in an instant, and even made him stagger.

But the old man just stretched out his hand to hold down the hat, clenched his cane with the other hand, and took steps towards the chaotic rain curtain ahead.

He didn’t have an umbrella, and in this kind of weather, there’s no point in having an umbrella.

It’s very close to the antique store, half a block away, and if the weather is a little better, you can even see the signboard of that store.

But under the harsh conditions at the moment, all he could see was a vast expanse of rain, and a few shops with closed doors and windows on both sides of the street closest to him.

Morris trudged through the heavy rain for an unknown amount of time. Finally, he saw the familiar shop appear in his field of vision.

The old man subconsciously quickened his pace.

Finally, the curse that the preacher cast on himself seems to have finally come to an end. The wind of confrontation that has always been blowing on the face has gradually weakened, and the chill in the wind is no longer as cold and biting as it was at the beginning. Although the rain is still dense, it is still No longer falling on the body like a stone.

When he was only a few steps away from the antique shop, Morris suddenly heard a voice in his ear –

“Stop, you will regret it!

” Another disaster engulfs!

“History is about to be replaced… What you save is no longer the real reality, but the reverberation of a wrong path…”

Morris did not stop at all, he ran two steps forward, and finally almost It was the door that opened.

In just this moment, the voice in his ear suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

The cold wind and torrential rain on the street are also blocked from the gate.

Morris stumbled forward a few steps, the water on his body spilled on the floor, and the warm and bright indoor environment made it difficult for him to adapt for a while.

He vaguely heard a conversation from upstairs, two young girls, one of them was Nina: “It’s raining heavily!” “Yes, it started to rain suddenly… Fortunately, I

heard Uncle, I’m back early.”

“Then my hair is also wet… Shirley, please wipe the back of my hair!”

Morris shook his head, gradually recovering from his numb thoughts due to the cold wind and rain , he raised his head and looked in the direction of the counter.

Under the warm light, a blond lady in a deep purple complicated long dress was sitting quietly behind the counter, casting a curious look here.

Pretty lady, but Morris didn’t pay much attention to the lady’s appearance.

What he noticed was the detached and elegant temperament of the other party, as well as the mysterious and quiet atmosphere that seemed to linger around her.

It seemed that she was not sitting in an antique shop in the lower city, but sitting quietly in the quiet palace garden, looking at herself, a reckless outsider, with a detached and calm gaze, with a graceful demeanor.

Morris felt that he seemed to have noticed some…inhuman characteristics of this lady, but he restrained all his perceptions in the next second.

A “newcomer” that has never been seen before appeared in Mr. Duncan’s antique shop, but no matter what the identity of the newcomer is, it must not be snooped casually.

Then, he heard a greeting coming from the opposite side: “It’s raining heavily outside, old man, do you need help?” “Mr.

Duncan…I’m looking for Mr. Duncan,” Morris was taken aback, and hurriedly said, ” Very important thing! Isn’t he in the store?”

“He is,” the mysterious and elegant woman smiled, “He said his blood pressure is a bit high, so he is resting on the second floor.”

Morris looked stunned: “Blood pressure… A little high?”

The blond woman behind the counter shook her head: “I don’t know what’s going on—he wasn’t in a good mood after we discussed history and fakes.”

History and fakes? !

Morris’s heart jumped suddenly, and he wanted to ask something more, but at this moment, he heard footsteps on the stairs, followed by Mr. Duncan’s voice: “Alice, are there any guests?” “

Yes Mr. Duncan! An old man I don’t know!”

Morris looked up and saw Duncan standing on the stairs, half of his body was illuminated by the light, and half of his body was hidden in the shadows.

He saw himself with surprise and curiosity on his face.

(end of this chapter)