Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 422

[Chapter 420 This road is blocked?]

Fog has gradually invaded the second waterway, and the hazy and chaotic mist is floating near the ceiling of the sewer corridor like a gauze, giving people the feeling that those deep and heavy roofs have disappeared, and the second waterway is being covered by the “sky” gradually engulfed.

A small old man in an old coat walked briskly in this strange and silent sewer corridor – decades had worn away his body, and he had not been able to move as quickly for many years in the past However, for some reason, just today, at this very moment, he felt his body become lighter again, as if his youth had returned to this body, and the sore joints and weak muscles disappeared.

He walked faster and faster, and the big wrench in his hand was no longer as heavy as it was at the beginning. He quickly passed through the corridors and fork roads in his memory, and headed towards a direction that he could no longer remember clearly, but was very familiar with. Running persistently.

He has to catch up with the main force, because the time for assembly is approaching.

A piece of collapsed rubble suddenly blocked the old ghost’s way.

“There’s no way… There’s no way?” The old man stopped, looked at the collapsed rock in astonishment and muttered to himself, chaotic memories reorganized randomly in his mind, trying to explain the cause of the collapsed area. Existence, he seemed to recall something—

oh, it was explosives, it was the explosives planted in the corridor that were detonated after the guards retreated through the connection shaft, so that they could stop the rebels from entering the sewer… But no, not all of

them , this collapsed place seems not only to block the rebels, many years ago, when the young soldier ignited the explosives… the corridor collapsed, blocking something else… the old ghost stood blankly in the

blocked In front of the corridor, he bent down again and hit the stone in front of him with the big wrench in his hand, muttering vaguely.

This road should be open, it must be open, otherwise I will not be able to reach the meeting place, but it has collapsed, what should I do? A wrench won’t fix a collapsing rock…

A hazy mist suddenly appeared in the field of vision. The old ghost who was knocking on the stone raised his head blankly, and subconsciously stepped back half a step. He saw strands of mist escaping from the gaps in the stone piles, slowly Slowly filled the entire corridor, filling his field of vision.

He heard distant whispers and roars in the fog, and then there seemed to be a hoarse voice shouting—”Is this reasonable?!”

But no one appeared in the fog. The ghost only saw that the rubble that had collapsed and blocked the road in front of him suddenly disappeared.

The originally blocked corridor became a thoroughfare again, and the gas lamp inlaid on the opposite wall gave off a dim light. In the depths of the chaotic corridor, black mud that seemed to have dried up for decades could be vaguely seen. Sleeping quietly in the dry drain.

“The road is clear… the road is good…”

The old ghost was in a trance for a moment, as if he wanted to think about why those collapsed stones suddenly disappeared, but soon, this question disappeared when he was confused and entangled. In his memory, he stepped forward without hesitation, stepping into the corridor shrouded in darkness.

…

Agatha suddenly raised her head, and the guards, priests, and nuns who followed her also stopped immediately. Everyone was tense, wary of any movement in the fog.

“Did you hear footsteps?” After two or three seconds, Agatha suddenly broke the silence, “Footsteps other than ours.” “Yes,” the

accompanying nun nodded slightly, “just now For a moment, it was very slight, but the distance was very close, as if…”

“It seems so close to us.” Agatha said with a serious expression, and at the same time, her eyes slowly swept across the side mine road.

This is already the depths of the Boiling Gold Mine. Agatha and her team arrived at the mine through the only passage in this direction along the direction pointed out by “Sergeant Brad”. Even at this depth, fog is still pervasive.

The lighting system is still working normally, and the dim light illuminates the support in the mine tunnel and the track structure under the feet, and there seems to be some strange scenes in the interlacing of faint light and shadow.

Agatha saw two identical support columns appear on the opposite side wall—the two support columns were like mirror images from the surface texture to the stain.

And in another direction, she even saw several criss-crossing roof beams piled up together, and the intersections seemed to be fused together.

The accompanying priest in the procession raised his lantern and came to one of the strange supporting structures. After observing nervously, he said in a low voice, “The gatekeeper…” “I saw it,” Agatha

called After cutting off the pastor’s words, her tone remained calm, “Obviously, the space where the ‘fake’ is overlapping with our real world.” “The space where the fake is?” A guard subconsciously

repeated .

Agatha was silent for a moment, as if feeling the annoying trance again, then she raised her hand and rubbed her forehead: “Yes, all fakes should come from an abnormal time and space, and now various evidences show that this abnormal time and space It is gradually getting closer to our real world, maybe… maybe we can call it a ‘mirror image’…” There was

a little hesitation in her tone, and it felt as if some knowledge came to mind naturally, she Subconsciously talking about this information, he suddenly felt something strange coming from his body—

cold, boundless cold, as if he was in an extremely cold corridor, and the blood in his blood vessels had already lost heat.

But in the next second, this strange feeling disappeared, and the illusion of being in the cold and lonely corridor disappeared. She was in a trance, and saw her loyal subordinates still surrounding her, the light of the lantern and the gas lamp Quickly dispelled the chill that remained in his consciousness.

“…Is it because there is not enough time…or is it too close…” Agatha subconsciously murmured to herself.

The nearby subordinates did not hear her muttering.

A guardian soldier was looking around with a lantern, and suddenly he seemed to find something: “There is a person lying down here!”

Agatha quickly recovered, with a complete expression on her face, and hurried to the place. The place where the warriors found.

A soldier wearing the equipment of the city-state’s elite guards fell in the mine tunnel and seemed to have been dead for a long time.

He wore a black combat overcoat with a metal breastplate and power arm guards powered by a steam engine, a steam backpack on his back, and a thick breathing mask on his face.

Agatha bent down, wiped the blood on the nameplate on the soldier’s chest with her fingers, and stared at the name silently for a few seconds.

“It’s Sergeant Brad.” She broke the silence softly.

“The blood is red, and the body shows no sign of disintegration and melting,” said the priest accompanying him. “This is the ‘genuine product’.”

Agatha remained silent for a while.

The situation is as she judged, a real Sergeant Brad fell in this mine, and his replica appeared in front of the church troops who went down to explore under the influence of thick fog-the fake is a fake , the intelligence is true.

“There are corpses here too!”

Soon, another guard warrior who was exploring forward raised his lantern high and called out from a distance.

More corpses appear in the mine tunnel that follows.

Agatha led the team forward quickly, and found more and more war dead in the depths of the mine—all of them were the elite guards of the city-state, and the trusted soldiers of Governor Winston.

Causes of death ranged from wounds torn by sharp knives, blunt trauma from blows with heavy force, and even gunshot wounds.

And near these corpses, Agatha and her subordinates also found dried black mud. If the mud was assembled into human beings, the number would probably far exceed the number of guard soldiers who died in battle.

“…a fierce battle that lasted for a long time. This army encountered a far larger number of enemies in the mine tunnel, and they continued to advance hundreds of meters during the battle…Most of the soldiers have been wiped out In the end, they fought with bayonets and steam gloves.”

Agatha inspected the nearest corpses, making judgments based on the traces left by the corpses and the situation at the scene. At the same time, more and more thoughts emerged in her mind. The more intense the uneasiness.

There were a lot of fallen soldiers, and the team led by Consul Winston was obviously in a bad situation, and this battle might have erupted a few hours ago—is the Consul still alive after such a long time?

As if to respond to the uneasiness in her heart, a guardian warrior who opened the way in front of the team suddenly stopped.

“Gatekeeper, there is no way ahead!”

“There is no way ahead?” Agatha was startled, and immediately got up and walked forward.

As the guard said.

The team reached the end of the mine tunnel, but there was only a flat and solid wall in front of them. There was no way,

but this was obviously abnormal.

Agatha quickly looked back to the direction she came from, and saw those guard soldiers who died in battle quietly fell in the darkness, and among these corpses, there was no figure of Consul Winston.

“Perhaps Your Excellency the Consul took the team to another direction after finding that this road was blocked…” the accompanying priest said while guessing.

“There is only one way,” Agatha shook her head immediately, “and based on the traces left at the scene, I don’t think that Winston Consul will have the opportunity to find another way here with the remaining guards.” The priest frowned tightly

: “But it’s blocked here…”

Agatha ignored it, but turned around and walked slowly towards the flat and solid wall.

After a little hesitation, she stretched out her hand and tried to touch the wall.

Her fingers went straight into it.

(end of this chapter)