Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 727

[Chapter 709 “Knock knock”]

The “raw element” that once appeared in the frosty deep sea now appears in this border sea, near the “holy land” of the Annihilation cultists. This fact exudes a weird and terrifying atmosphere. , however not that surprising.

After all, the “Holy Lord of the Deep” is the thread that connects all of this.

Morris squatted down next to the rough humanoid, took out a slender metal sampling cone, and carefully stabbed the latter’s arm. The sampling cone encountered an extremely tough skin-obviously tougher than humans. The skin of elves or Senjin is much tougher, but has a certain elasticity, like some kind of dense and strong special rubber.

He used force on his hands to break through the tough “skin”. The sampling cone rotated half a circle in the rough humanoid arm, and when he pulled it out, some sludge-like black substance was brought out.

The familiar black mud seems to have lost its activity, showing no signs of creeping deformation.

“I’m starting to feel a little sick…” Shirley frowned. The dirty black mud made her get goosebumps, and she thought of the chilling things that happened in Hanshuang—— The replicas growing in the fog, the tentacles of ancient gods spreading upward from the deep sea, the living sludge surging in pipes and sewers…

However, Agou beside her seemed not to be affected at all. The deep hound curiously approached When I got to the rough humanoid, I walked around and sniffed around, as if I had discovered something, and stopped to think for a while from time to time.

Shirley immediately looked disgusted when she saw this: “Agou, what are you doing? Don’t you think this thing is disgusting… Hey, stop rubbing your head…”

“Agou, did you find something?” Fan Na Ze asked with a serious expression from the side.

“It’s not a discovery. It’s the first time I’ve seen this thing with my own eyes. I’ve only heard it described by the captain before…” Agou shook his head, “I just think the smell of this thing… is a bit familiar.”

Duncan suddenly heard this. He raised his eyebrows: “A bit familiar?”

“…the ‘smell’ of my hometown,” Agou muttered, “but I’m not sure… because it’s very light, but it does feel a bit familiar.”

Duncan’s expression gradually became serious, But he didn’t speak for a while.

He originally discovered a large number of “raw elements” in the deep sea of frost, but in order to completely eliminate the hidden dangers under the frost and prevent the ancient god’s clone from awakening, he burned the ancient god’s tentacle as a “pillar” , which also ignited all the “rough materials” in the deep sea, which resulted in him not bringing back any samples from that place – so before today, Agou had never really come into contact with this kind of deep holy material. A “semi-finished replica” created by the power of the Lord.

But now, Agou smells the scent of the deep sea from these “semi-finished products”.

Duncan vaguely felt that there seemed to be something…”problem” with Agou’s discovery.

Lucretia noticed the change in the expression on her father’s face and asked with some worry: “Do you think something is wrong?”

Duncan looked serious: “Why do these ‘humanoid roughs’ have the aura of the deep sea?”

“Is there anything wrong with this?” Lucretia was a little confused. “These things were born from the power of the Holy Lord of the Deep. It is normal for them to have the aura of the Deep Sea…”

Duncan turned his head: “According to The information we have so far shows that ‘people’ were also created by Holy Lord Netherworld. Why has Agou never smelled the ‘smell of home’ in people?” The

surrounding area suddenly became quiet, and Lucretia blinked. , finally realized what the “problem” his father noticed was going on.

Her eyes fell on the “rough body” with no facial features, hands or feet on the deck, and her expression gradually became serious.

Duncan spoke softly in deep thought: “All mortal groups are derivatives of Netherworld, and Netherworld demons are also creations of Netherworld Holy Lord. We regard ‘humans’ and ‘Netherworld demons’ as the two ends of the scale, then Are these ‘rough blanks’ with humanoid outlines more like ‘people’ or ‘deep demons’?” “

…I remember you said that these ‘rough blanks’ like clay dolls are probably… When Holy Lord Netherworld created the mortal race, it was a ‘semi-finished product’, or a product that was roughly processed according to the original blueprint. The ancient god’s tentacles in the Frost Deep Sea were only a partial copy of Holy Lord Netherworld, so it could only create This kind of ‘rough material’, but if you go further, these ‘rough materials’ may become real ‘human beings’…”

Lucretia recalled the information about the frost incident that her father had told her. , speaking slowly while thinking.

“And now, Agou feels that these ‘roughs’ have the aura of the deep sea, or to put it another way, it feels that these ‘roughs’… are very similar to its compatriots.” “

I didn’t say that!” Agou muttered immediately. He got up, but then he lay down again, a little lacking in confidence, “Well, okay…actually, it’s a bit like…”

Shirley blinked, looked at Agou and then at the captain, looking around. After walking around, his face was still a little confused: “What are you guys discussing?”

Duncan glanced at the girl, raised his hand and pointed to the “rough blank” on the deck: “We are discussing, where does ‘human’ start from?” How did the Nether Demon differentiate? In other words, at what point did this Nether Demon with a humanoid outline begin to become a ‘human’.”

Shirley reacted for a while, and finally her eyes suddenly widened: “What the f*c*k?!”

Duncan didn’t explain any more. He just nodded lightly and turned around to return to the stern bridge – which was already very close. At the critical line of six nautical miles, one must be extra cautious before moving forward. He planned to let the Homeless Ship move forward slightly to confirm the situation ahead.

But just when he was about to take a step, another slight “dong-dong” sound suddenly came from outside the ship’s side, interrupting his movements and everyone’s thoughts.

Immediately afterwards, more “dong dong” sounds came to everyone’s ears.

Something was banging against the hull, first two or three, then more—a lot!

Fanna’s face changed slightly in an instant. She rushed to the edge of the deck in a few steps and looked at the sea below – a

black human-shaped thing, like a “rough blank” made of mud. At a glance, it looked at least as big as Dozens or hundreds of them are hitting the hull of the Lost Home one by one. They are rising and falling on the calm sea, as if they are pushed by invisible waves, thump, thump, thump…

But it is even more shocking . What is shuddering is that further away –

in front of the Lost Home, farther out on the sea, more blurry outlines are slowly drifting over from the misty sea! Countless humanoid “rough blanks” rolled and undulated like undulating dead trees in the water. They drifted in the same direction, and hit the shell of the Lost Home one after another, making a dull crashing sound. It rolled and changed its floating trajectory, continuing to float towards the rear, towards the Brilliant Star…

On the front deck of the Rest, Priestess Polekny, wearing a black robe from the Church of Death and with dark golden curly hair, frowned and stood on the deck. Looking at the sea below, those rough humanoid shapes that seemed to be drifting from a distance like black dead wood came into her eyes with a chilling and strange look.

A junior priest stood beside her, with a rather uneasy expression on his face: “Bishop Polekny, what on earth are these things?” “

… They are things that were born from the power of the Holy Lord Netherworld. They should be from That so-called ‘holy land’ floated here,” Poleginny said casually – a voice was speaking in her mind, telling her information about these “humanoid roughs”. That voice came from the Lost Home, which was “Ms. Agatha” who followed Captain Duncan in shadow form said, “Don’t pay attention to them. These things are ‘dead’. As long as you don’t take the initiative to contact them, they will not pose a threat to our ironclad ship.”

“Yes, Bishop. .”

The junior priest bowed his head and retreated, but not long after he left, he hurriedly returned to Polegina.

“Bishop! The bottom of the ship, there is also the bottom of the ship!”

“Bottom of the ship?!”

Polekny, who hurried to the lower area, heard the thump-dump-dump sounds that almost echoed throughout the entire bottom cabin.

The sound of impact was continuous, as if coming from all directions. It was the sound of countless hard objects floating in the sea hitting the steel. The sound echoed in the cabin, dull and disturbing. Polekina even had an illusion. ——It

was like the reverberation produced by countless people holding sledgehammers and consciously knocking on the hull of the ship.

A picture even subconsciously appeared in her mind, thinking that there were countless humanoid “rough blanks” without facial features floating in the sea water around the Rest at this moment, not just on the sea surface, but also underwater, hundreds of them. Thousands of black clay figures clung to the bottom of the ship, hitting and scratching again and again, trying to penetrate the thick layer of steel and sink this uninvited guest who broke into the holy land…

She quickly shook her head, Forcibly suppressing these “associations” that may lead to unpredictable consequences, he turned to look at the technicians who came down with him: “Will the hull be damaged?” “

If it is just a collision of this level, it will not cause any damage to the ship.” “Any damage to the hull,” the mechanic said immediately, “It’s just a hit, and it won’t be more powerful than the driftwood in the sea… But to be honest, the sounds are so disturbing, and since ‘those things’ started hitting the machinery near the machine room There were uncoordinated noises in the ship’s hull and during the operation of the steam engine…”

Polekina’s eyes changed slightly: “The machine is possessed?”

“It’s not as serious as being possessed, but the machine does feel uneasy. I hope you can send the church priest down to say a propitiation mass for the steam boiler and the difference engine.”

“Okay, I will notify the church and ask them to send someone down.” Polegina said immediately.

And the moment she finished speaking, a hoarse and vague voice suddenly came into her mind – the voice was mixed with the continuous knocking around and the echo in the bilge, as if it came directly from the hull of the ship. It precipitated from the cold sea water outside and seeped into her heart –

“You… will become them… just like us…”

(End of Chapter)