Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 310

[Chapter 310 Unlucky Agou]

Duncan was really stunned for several seconds this time before he realized what Agou meant – it wasn’t that he couldn’t understand the other person’s words, but that he needed to digest this impactful speech fact.

“Are you sure?” He picked up the small piece of gray-black meat with a slight blue color from the small iron box, and pinched it again, “This thing is a part of the Youshen Lord?” “You…you

still Pinch?!” Seeing Duncan’s overly “reassuring and bold” move, Agou’s voice changed, “Don’t you feel the coercion and power it exudes?” “No,” Duncan shook his head

, Then he added, “Not only did I not feel it, Fanna and Morris didn’t react too much—they just thought it was a little dangerous or disturbing, but it wasn’t as loud as you.” Listening to

Duncan If so, Ah Gou has unconsciously lowered his body, lying on the side of the table in a posture of full vigilance, the bloody light in his eyes flickering on and off, and it took a long time before he muttered: ” It seems that it has indeed lost its vitality…or it was suppressed by you, but I can’t tell the difference, I am a Youshen Demon, and I have an inseparable connection with the Youshen Lord, and in my eyes… there are only endless shadows and pressure.”

“It may indeed have something to do with your physique,” Duncan said. He had already closed the lid of the tobacco box, and stuffed the thing into his pocket. He noticed that with his actions, Agou’s The state obviously relaxed a lot, “I’ll put it up first, you may feel better.” “

Thank… thank you, Captain,” Agou finally shivered a little, and he stood up staggeringly, but he was still in shock. Looking at Duncan’s pocket, “You just said… that this flesh and blood was brought out from the deepest part of the Obsidian?” “

Yes, and it came from the mouth of a mortal,” Duncan sighed softly, and put Agou and Agou together. What happened after Shirley was sent back to the Lost Homeland was revealed, “…in the mouth of Christo Barberi, we found this blood and flesh sample.”

After hearing the complete story, Agou’s astonishment was beyond words.

It raised its head and looked at Shirley, then it didn’t speak for half a minute, and then it took an unknown amount of time before Shirley smacked her lips to break the silence: “You mean…the one named Ke The captain of Risto…bitten a piece of meat from a god before he died…Is the Lord Youyou a god?” “

For mortals, there is no difference. ‘Like a god’ is an extremely broad concept,” Agou said in a tone Serenely, shaking his head slowly, “I… still can’t believe it, I can’t imagine how he did it at all – mortals don’t even have the strength to move a finger in front of the Lord Youshen, let alone fighting and fighting. Counterattack… What’s more, how did he meet the Lord of the Deep?”

“The Obsidian has ever entered the deep sea?” Duncan frowned suddenly, “It didn’t continue to sink in the real dimension after it sank in the frosty sea. , but was teleported away? Or… under the frosty deep sea, it actually leads to the realm of the deep demon?” “

I don’t think it’s possible,” Agou immediately shook his head, “I’ve never heard of the deep sea. Is there any place that is directly connected to the reality dimension, and if there is really a leak between the two places, the Frost City-State should have been torn apart by the demons that poured out in six years—the Obsidian sank But it happened six years ago.”

Duncan pondered for a while.

But now he has too little information, no matter how much he thinks and speculates, it is difficult to find a reasonable explanation.

Only one thing is certain: the piece of “flesh” brought out from the Obsidian is a very dangerous thing, it seems that it is best not to take it out casually.

Of course, he also considered whether to burn the piece of meat directly or stuff it into the main gun of the Lost Homeland and shoot it out-according to the feedback he felt after touching the piece of meat, Duncan believed that this thing should also be used as an “extraordinary” weapon. “The firewood” was burned by the spiritual fire, but after weighing it briefly, he decided to keep it first.

What if it comes in handy in the future?

While thinking, Duncan’s attention fell on Agou again.

The deep hound slowed down for a while, and then consciously did not pay attention to the location of the “Holy Master’s Flesh and Flesh”. Now it seemed to be in much better condition.

“Are other deep demons like you?”

“Ah?” Ah Gou didn’t react all of a sudden, “You mean…”

“The deep demons all come from the ‘Holy Lord’, you once told me that like you The habitat of the more powerful deep demons is even next to the ‘Holy Master’,” Duncan stared at Agou’s bloody eye sockets, “but you reacted like this after getting close to the breath of the deep holy master—then how do you usually live? The one next to the Holy Master? Do you tremble like this every day?”

Agou was obviously stunned, probably because he didn’t expect the captain’s imagination to be so leaps forward and concrete, but after a moment of silence, he shook his head and said frankly: ” A normal deep demon…would not react like me.”

“Huh?”

“Sensibility is the prerequisite for madness,” Agou sighed, “Only with wisdom can one understand fear, and one can distinguish animal nature with humanity—I deviate from it.” If you lose the ‘trajectory’ of the normal Youyou Demon, you will also lose the qualification to approach the Youyou Lord.”

Shirley blinked at the side, and suddenly realized: “Agou, did you say something very philosophical just now?!”

“Sense is the premise of madness…” Duncan ignored Shirley’s bluffing, and just murmured thoughtfully, “So, you can’t return to your ‘hometown’ now, but you can’t keep in touch with Lord Youshen , you can no longer get close to the breath of the Holy Master, but you are extremely sensitive to this breath?”

A Gou hugged his head and sighed: “…It’s almost like this.”

“Then you are miserable enough.”

A Gou’s voice seemed to be crying It came out: “Under normal circumstances, no one would suddenly hold a piece of flesh and blood of the Holy Lord and pinch it in front of me… This is a safe and stable reality dimension!” “It was my fault,” Duncan apologized

sincerely , “I didn’t think of that before.”

“Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t apologize to me!” Agou was a little startled, and he crawled under the table a few times, “You apologize casually, maybe I was entangled in the subspace again…”

“…Okay,” Duncan was stunned, with a weird smile on his face, then shook his head, turned around and prepared to leave, “Then I won’t bother you, you can continue reading.” Shirley hurriedly got up and saw her off

. , but Duncan suddenly stopped and turned to look at her.

“You also learned from Agou, and now he can even read elementary school enlightenment stories. Don’t you feel embarrassed when you spell your name five times and still get it wrong three times?

” Ah, it’s normal that it has a strong learning ability! How can I compare with it?” “

First of all, the words ‘chasing knowledge’ are not used in this way. Go with knowledge,” Duncan said in a helpless tone, “I have to arrange an exam for you in two days, and I want to see how much you usually learn.” After saying this, he turned and left the room

. Close the door casually.

After waiting at the door for a few seconds, Shirley’s screams and curses sounded as expected.

A pleasant smile appeared on Duncan’s face.

He took a step forward and walked towards the direction of the captain’s cabin.

…

The night is getting darker.

In the hidden home port of the Sea Fog Fleet, which was blocked by fog, ice floes and weird turbulence, Tirian was walking slowly on the path at the edge of the port area.

The cold night wind came from the direction of the sea, the sound of broken waves hitting the coast was undulating, the cold and dark light of the creation of the world permeated the whole island, and in the distant air, there could be vaguely the hustle and bustle of the port square. Boiling movement.

The sailors were gathering to drive away the hollows of the dead with wine and tobacco and loud instruments, draining their icy and boundless energies with all night’s noise—but for Tyrian the party was too rowdy.

This is not conducive to his calm thinking.

Another footstep followed behind him.

That was his loyal first mate, Aiden – and he still smelled like a piece of bacon now, but with added cinnamon and cloves.

This smell made Tirian sigh: the Pulanders really have a lot of tricks in the field of tobacco.

“You can go to the party in the square,” said Tirian suddenly, “you don’t need to walk with me in this deserted place.” “

I’m waiting for the party in the middle of the night,” Aiden said. Twelve bardiqa dancers—that’s powerful.”

“…”

“Captain?”

“It’s such a cold day, to dance on a pirate island occupied by the living dead, and it’s late at night—you’re honest , what the hell kind of price did you offer?”

“Actually, it’s not much,” Aiden said with a smile, rubbing his shiny head, “The Sea Crow happened to rescue her when she was out on business last week. I got off the ship of ‘Scimitar Martin’, as you know, Martin controls a quarter of the theater and dance troupe in Cold Harbor…”

Tirian: “…”

The commander-in-chief of the Sea Mist Fleet at night Feng Zhong was silent for a few seconds, stretched out his hand to pinch the space between his eyebrows, and after a few seconds, his expression returned to calm.

“Let’s talk about the situation on Dagger Island.”

“Good captain.”

(End of this chapter)