Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 725

[Chapter 707 Familiar Fog]

In the fog that filled the entire sea area, like an endless veil, the “Tide” from the Deep Sea Church and the two escort ships began to enter the area illuminated by the spiritual fire “torch”, and their figures gradually appeared in It is clear in the mist, and the outline that originally looked shaky and undulating due to the influence of the border environment has stabilized under the light of the fire.

As for the sailors on the Tide, they felt a more obvious change in the process – the green flame rising into the sky was like a beacon of order, and the fog that never dissipated in the border waters was in that lighthouse. The surrounding area miraculously faded away, and as they continued to approach the fire, the vague noises and whispers in the surrounding environment also weakened – these changes have never been experienced by these sailors who have been patrolling near the Eternal Veil all year round. of.

On the bow deck of the Lost Home, Vanna frowned slightly and listened, as if distinguishing distant sounds from the wind, and then nodded to Duncan: “Tide Commander Sandra sends you greetings and With respect, he asked about the next action.”

Duncan nodded: “When the Rest and Restlessness arrive, we will enter the thick fog and be careful not to leave the scope of the flame lighthouse.”

Vanna immediately conveyed the captain’s instructions to He met his fellow church members, and Duncan was quite interested in her “spiritual communication” that could contact nearby deep-sea believers through meditation and prayer. After looking at it curiously for a while, he seemed to think of another story. One thing: “By the way…should the Lost Home really be equipped with a radio device?”

“If you want to use it in safe waters, that’s fine, but if you want to use it on the border… Then it is not reliable,” Fanna answered seriously, “In the border waters, the probability of the machine being infected with evil will be very high. In addition to the steam core, a machine with strong protection can be used stably, and there are many other things. There will always be some problems, and the radio is the most prone to problems.”

Fanna finished her words, and Lucretia added next to her: “It is easy to hear ‘sounds’ from unknown sources when the radio is turned on. Those sounds will pollute people’s minds, and some things will penetrate into the real world along the radio, silently corrupting equipment that is not protected by steam – so under normal circumstances, ships entering border waters must turn off the on-board The radio, and even the internal telephone lines used in the ship must be cut off.”

“Something will follow the radio into the real world?” Duncan raised his eyebrows, seeming to find this quite…”interesting”, “So the border patrol ship We basically can only rely on Vanna’s ‘spiritual communication’ to communicate?”

“Psychic resonance is a ‘miracle’ given by the gods.” Vanna lowered her head slightly and outlined the image of the storm goddess Gemona on her chest. Sigil, “Like a boiler protected by steam, the words sent out through spiritual resonance are also blessed, and can avoid being polluted and distorted by external forces in this chaotic border sea area – of course, this does not mean Absolute safety. There are times when psychic communication is interfered with and contaminated. In this boundless thick fog, there is no 100% safety.” “I see

…” Duncan nodded thoughtfully. He was like Just like when he first set foot on the land of the city-state, he absorbed the new knowledge about the border with full curiosity and thirst for knowledge. Then he turned his head and asked casually to the seemingly empty place, “Then What about you, Agatha? Is the ‘psionic communication’ between you and the Restless and Restless the same as Vanna? As a ‘Shadow’, the ‘psionic communication’ you established when communicating with other Death Priests ‘Is it any different from regular ‘psionic communication’?”

Agatha’s hazy figure emerged from the deck, and her slightly ethereal voice came from the air: “As far as I feel, there seems to be no difference. Even if Even though it has become like this, I can also feel Bartok’s blessing just like in my memory, and hear the voices of other brothers and sisters in the church. In fact… after coming here, I even It feels like the sound I heard is a little clearer than in my memory, which is incredible. “

The “memory” mentioned by Agatha obviously refers to her “life as a gatekeeper” – although that life is false, that memory is 100% restored to the real Agatha, and she was The judgment made here is naturally of great reference value.

The “copy Agatha” existing in the form of “shadow”, when listening to the “psionic communication” in the border waters, felt that the sound he heard was louder than what he remembered. Clear?

This somewhat counter-intuitive phenomenon caused Duncan to fall into deep thought. He originally felt that the clone Agatha was weaker than the “original body” who stayed in the frost in areas involving magic and miracles. However, in In this border sea area, the situation… seems to be different from what you imagined?

In the final analysis… the power of “psionic resonance” mastered by the priests of the Four Gods Church, and the “spiritual communication” they established thereby are essentially What on earth is it?

Duncan thought subconsciously, but his thinking was quickly interrupted –

“They are coming,” Agatha in the shadow suddenly said, “The Rest and Restless are approaching. “

A very penetrating whistle sounded from the depths of the fog. Two black ironclad ships with towering bridges, a small church standing at the stern, and large main guns installed on the bow and sides of the hull slowly emerged from the fog. Four more small frigates appeared on the sea with the

rise and fall of the fog. The bright light of the spiritual fire rising from the “guiding ship” illuminated the vague silhouettes of the ships, and in response, the two black ironclad ships The whistle representing greetings came again, and a series of light signals were played at the same time.

“Poletinny, commander of the Rest in Peace, Orlando, the commander of the Rest in Peace, sends greetings and respects to you,” Agatha’s figure said to Duncan Nodding slightly, “They have sent a reconnaissance boat to briefly confirm the situation in the surrounding waters. No traces of Annihilation Cult activities were found, nor were they found small islands that could be used as temporary footholds or police posts. However, within the curtain, the reconnaissance boats I briefly heard some unusual noises, which confirmed that there was indeed something in that direction. “

Listening to Agatha’s report, Duncan’s expression gradually became serious. Then he exhaled softly, and his heart gradually calmed down.

“Let’s go – once again, don’t leave the range of the spiritual fire. “

As the fragmented “Guide Ship” began to accelerate slowly again, this “United Fleet” temporarily organized by the Church of the Deep Sea, the Church of Death and the “Lost Home Fleet” finally sailed towards the eternal curtain and gradually entered that Deep in the endless thick fog.

The clouds and fog that covered the sky rolled in like a barrier, and at some point turned into a huge curtain surrounding the fleet. The sun was left behind, and the sunlight gradually faded from the field of vision, and along with the fog More and more intense, a kind of chaotic but not dark “sky light” gradually became the main color of this foggy sea.

Thirty minutes after entering the boundary of the curtain, the fog began to “gather” obviously and became thicker. They began to take on a… sticky and “textured” form, like some kind of entity. Like lumps, they float unevenly in every corner of the field of vision.

Some hazy outlines seemed to flash past in the condensed fog, seeming to be cautiously observing the fleet that suddenly broke into the border, and watching the uninvited guests appearing in this sea area.

The deck gradually became a little quiet. Even Shirley, who was always chirping and noisy on weekdays, seemed to feel the change in the breath. She closed her mouth cautiously and looked at the “fog balls” flowing near the side of the ship like living creatures. ”, and the faint silhouettes in the fog.

“This… this thing looks different from the ‘fog’ I know…” Agou muttered in a low voice, “It’s also different from what I saw outside the curtain…” “

After entering the range of the curtain , the texture of the fog will become like this – as if the order between virtuality and reality is missing, and the diffuse fog will tend to appear in a lump-like condensed state, as if there are intellectual things around it. These fogs gather together…”

Lucretia said, standing on the edge of the deck and stretching out her hand, her fingertips gently fingering the fog that was flowing past the side of the ship like a stream in the air.

“But in fact, there is nothing inside them, and there is nothing in the center of the condensed fog… Do not easily believe any entities you see in the fog. Unless they have shown obvious tendency to move, it is best to treat them as Phantom or my own random thoughts.”

“Hey, it’s okay to just put your hand in there?” Shirley couldn’t help but exclaimed after seeing Lucretia’s actions, “These fogs look very evil!”

“The fog is very dangerous, but it does not mean that the fog is corrosive and poisonous – otherwise you will be dead the moment you enter the curtain.” Lucretia glanced at Shirley and shook her head, “As long as you have enough With the experience and correct methods, there is a ‘relative safety zone’ within six nautical miles of the border… Of course, no matter how cautious you are, many people still die in this so-called ‘relative safety zone’.” Listening

to the revelations around me During the exchange between Crecia and Shirley, Duncan remained silent and did not speak. He just stood on the bow of the ship, watching the mist streams that were constantly dividing and joining nearby, his expression seemed to have been thinking about something.

Lucretia noticed Duncan’s silence.

“Dad, are you thinking of something?”

Duncan blinked, and after hesitating for a while, he finally whispered softly: “It looks familiar.”

Lucretia: “Familiar?”

Duncan hummed, His eyes still stayed on those amorphous masses floating around. He looked at the vague outlines in the fog, the turbid light in the sky, and the strange texture that occasionally appeared in the flowing clouds and mists, and his brows frowned more and more…

( End of this chapter)