Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 427

[Chapter 425]

Now, I am the only one left here.

Agatha slowly looked away from the lantern. She turned around, leaving Consul Winston in the cold and calm darkness, and walked towards the “branches” that criss-crossed in the endless space. That huge screen of thorns like a dome of heaven and earth.

She hung a dim lantern around her waist, she held the cane in her right hand that had accompanied her for many years in her memory, and her left hand was still tightly grasping the brass key from Winston—the key had already disappeared. It is no longer cold, but has a kind of heat like body temperature, as if… is gradually merging with my own body.

But Agatha no longer paid attention to any changes in her body.

She was just walking in the dark, feeling that this body was actually moving forward, as long as the surrounding chaos had not completely swallowed and assimilated herself, she still had the need to move forward.

She was looking for a foothold in nothingness, and every time she stepped out, a path-like ground appeared in the darkness, she was looking for a way out in the thorn bushes, and there were often narrow openings between the criss-crossing branches. for walking through.

The sharp “thorns” quickly tore through her clothes, and the dense “fabric” was as fragile as loose ash and fog in front of the ancient god’s thought spurs, and the falling fragments condensed into wriggling black liquid in the dark. Dripping, blending into the path under her feet, she touched those sparks jumping and swimming among the thorns from time to time-when she touched those flashes, she could almost clearly feel something drilling into her mind.

That was the thinking of the ancient gods, it was the murmur of the Profound Lord—without any malice, not even a complete intention, but for weak mortals, the shortest spark of thought was as dazzling as a dark night. The brilliant giant candle in.

Another cluster of dim flashes of light passed quickly from a distance, sliding along the dark thorn branches and passing the line of sight, a strand of Agatha’s hair intersected with the flash of light, and within a hundredth of a second, a picture appeared in her mind. New “knowledge”—

111010011001101110000110… 111001111011111010100100…

Agatha couldn’t understand the message these sparks conveyed to herself—as Winston told himself, don’t try to speculate on the thinking of the ancient gods.

will be crazy.

She looked up.

The majestic structure formed by bridges of dead trees and thorns covers the field of vision, densely packed dim flashes of light flutter like fireflies in the thorn bushes, and a thin layer of fog is shrouded outside the thorn barrier, and in the depths of the fog, the huge limbs of the Youshen Lord are faintly Swing – as if an invitation.

The surroundings became cold again—and it was a more definite and biting cold than before, with dampness in the coldness, penetrating into the body as if to freeze the bones.

Agatha subconsciously tightened the clothes on her chest, only to find that her clothes had become tattered at some point, and the thorns along the way had left countless large and small wounds on her skin.

In the wound, the dirty black viscous substance squirmed slowly like blood.

But just when she thought that the cold would swallow her completely, a faint but warm heat came from her chest again…

A

cluster of small green flames burned quietly on Agatha’s chest, faint green The light illuminated her face, and also illuminated the cold and damp sewers around her.

All the feelings seem to be far away, or separated from one’s reason by a thick curtain, the temperature in the blood vessels seems to have subsided over time, and with the subsidence, there is also the accumulated fatigue and pain along the way. pain.

Agatha shook her head slowly, trying to dispel the numbness that occupied her mind, but just as her vision was shaking, she suddenly saw a strange scene in the corner of her eye.

She saw that the dark and closed sewer corridor in front of her seemed to suddenly become spacious, and a layer of mist floated in the hazy space. In the mist, there were things like tree branches or thorn bushes emerging, and slowly Spread towards yourself.

However, in the next second, the hallucinatory scene disappeared, and she still only had the dark corridor in her eyes.

And a gate at the end of the corridor.

Plop… Puff…

The moment she stared at the gate, Agatha seemed to hear an illusory heartbeat, as if a huge heart was hiding opposite the gate, in the darkness. Constantly pulsating and constantly growing.

Agatha’s already dull and numb spirit suddenly perked up, and her gaze instantly focused on the door.

“Ah… I found you…”

She put away the flames in her palms and took steps towards the darkness. The almost broken combat stick supported her for the last time, and her steps became faster and faster, even gradually With the sound of the wind, she walked towards the darkness, and left the darkness behind, and the low and terrifying heartbeat gradually beat on her heart like a heavy drumbeat, and even hit in her mind.

Gradually, she heard something else mixed with that heartbeat, as if thousands of people were praying, chanting, and calling out to some dark and indescribable existence.

But she no longer cared about how much noise was mixed in those mixed voices—she was about to send the fire, and the lairs of heretics were in the deepest part of the front.

The sound of canes and heels hitting the ground resounded intensively.

And at this moment, Agatha suddenly heard other voices—not her own footsteps, nor the heartbeat from the depths of the corridor, nor the prayers gathered by the crowd.

It was other footsteps, a large crowd, and the dense footsteps sounded from another direction–very close to the corridor in front of me, but separated by a wall or two.

There was the sound of gunfire amidst the footsteps, a large-caliber rifle.

other people? living? Is there anyone else who is acting with him in this mirror city? !

Questions popped up in Agatha’s mind instantly, but the questions did not affect her progress in the slightest—she rushed across the last section of the road in front of the gate almost instantly, and came to the gate where the sound of heartbeat was constantly coming from.

The door was slightly opened with a gap, and in the gap was a darkness that was so thick that it couldn’t be melted away. If the darkness had any substance, it escaped and flowed out little by little.

But this is exactly what Agatha was looking for all the way.

She pressed her shoulders firmly against the heavy door, and slowly pushed it open with all her strength.

With a creaking sound, the door opened.

A vast darkness appeared in front of Agatha’s eyes—or in other words, some kind of boundless “shadow” enveloped the originally normal space, leaving only darkness in front of her eyes.

She could barely make out that there seemed to be a meeting hall in the darkness, and the widest intersection in the sewer was transformed into a sacrificial place for offering sacrifices and nurturing ancient gods, and countless shadowy and invisible objects were in the darkness Wriggling, malice, like a stench, rushed towards his face.

Immediately afterwards, before she could react, she heard a swift cracking sound coming from the nearby darkness, something was attacking her, and a familiar and disgusting voice sounded in the distant place. There was a sound in the field—with jokes and sarcasm:

“Ah, the last sacrifice has finally arrived—that’s great, and the other you just arrived at the scheduled place.” “

Bang!”

The cane swung out and burst into the darkness There was a short flash of sparks, and a ferocious and weird limb was broken by the volley and fell to Agatha’s feet. She almost lost her foothold due to the impact——after barely regaining her balance, she immediately raised her head and looked at the The direction from which the voice came.

I could barely see the tall and thin figure of a young man standing at the end of the darkness.

He opened his hands towards this side.

“Come on, sacrifice, your arrival is part of the plan—now, it’s time to build the passage.”

Agatha supported herself with a cane, and slowly raised her head in weakness and dizziness: “You guys are here Suicide…”

“Yes, we are all going to die here, but it doesn’t matter, as long as you step in here, the ceremony has been successful-I admit, this is indeed a trap.”… There was a gunshot, and the flames tore apart with the

explosion

. In the dimness of the corridor, a powerful warhead shot a twisted monster with three eyes in the head, and the latter’s mutated and hideous body fell to the ground, melting and disintegrating quickly, turning into a disgusting black mud.

However, more monster roars continued to sound from all around, and more deformed and twisted things emerged continuously—from the surrounding walls, pipes, gutters, and even the gaps on the dome.

The mud-like substance permeated and flowed out from almost any gaps visible to the naked eye, turning into countless monsters that resembled human beings.

“I don’t think we’ve got enough bullets!”

shouted a sailor, reloading his rifle quickly, raising it, and firing, his cries sounding hoarse and muffled by the crackle of phantom flames burning. .

Lawrence didn’t have time to respond to the sailor’s yell—there was a swift wind blowing from behind his head, and he only had time to turn his body slightly to avoid the fatal blow, and then he clawed back under the instinct.

A humanoid monster wearing a decades-old city guard uniform and holding a saber was pulled from behind by him, and fell hard to the floor.

Lawrence took a step forward and stepped heavily on the fake monster’s chest. The ghostly flames on his body rose instantly, and the spreading flames almost instantly burned the monster that seemed human but not human into a pile of ashes.

In the next second, Lawrence, who was burning with ghostly flames, raised his head and looked at the corridor ahead that seemed to never end.

Wherever the eye enters, it is full of profane and deformed things.

(end of this chapter)