Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 829

[Chapter 810: The eroding wind and sand]

Ash… is easily assimilated by ashes…

The young nun’s words made Vanna slightly stunned. In this brief moment, she felt that something in her mind seemed to be slightly loose, but just Just when she was about to ask something more, the nun in black dress in front of her suddenly showed her a faint smile, and then turned into a piece of ashes drifting in the wind in front of her.

“Ding… ding ding…

the familiar knocking sound came from nowhere, and then, Vanna felt another breath appearing in this church. She She suddenly looked around, only to see a hazy black figure standing at the door of the church.

Then, the black figure slowly walked towards her – with every step, the outline of the black figure became clearer. , she finally saw clearly that the dark figure was an old priest with a slightly stooped back and wearing an old church uniform.

The old priest held a not very bright lamp in his hand, and his palm had a metallic texture in the light. He seemed to have lost his arm in a battle many years ago and replaced it with a prosthetic leg powered by steam power. He slowly walked towards Vanna, but his eyes never fell on the latter

. Her pair of slightly sunken eyes seemed to have been staring further away.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity suddenly came over her. Fanna couldn’t help but get up from the bench and face the strangely familiar figure: “You. Okay, let me ask you this…:

The old priest finally stopped, his eyes were still looking somewhere behind Vanna, and he said calmly: “You have entered the wrong branch of history, the Inquisitor—— Quickly find a way to get out of here, before you become ashes here… “

He can’t tell the difference anymore? Who is he?” Vanna asked subconsciously.

“The god who recorded history… the old priest said softly, and with the sound of words, his figure began to quickly turn into ashes scattered in the wind, leaving only vague sentences floating into Vanna’s ears. , “…Everything…will flow to the final chaos…

A wisp of slightly warm ash was blown by the invisible wind and passed by Vanna’s fingertips , the moment she touched the wisp of ashes, Fanna was suddenly startled!

She still couldn’t remember her past or where this place was, but she noticed the warning in her heart… She couldn’t If she continues to sink here, she must find a way out!

The next second, she suddenly steps towards the door of the church.

The door of the church was ajar. Vanna pushed it open, and the boundless night suddenly filled her vision. The day had ended without knowing when. Night had ushered in this boundless desert, and the scorching heat had emerged from the sea of sand. As the night faded, the cold wind at night began to dominate this forgotten yellow sand. The wind blew chaotically from a distance, picking up sand and dust like fine blades and whizzing past. The sand slapped on the surrounding ruins and walls, and also on Vanna. There was a sharp sting on his arms and cheeks.

The skin that was strong enough to withstand small-caliber ammunition was scratched by the sand blown up by the wind. Fanna looked at her arm in surprise. She saw that there was no blood flowing out of her wound, but there was something like black smoke. Fine ashes floated out from the surface, and continued to escape into the air as if being absorbed by the entire world.

She is being “absorbed” into the world.

At this moment, she instinctively thought of a plan to retreat to the church temporarily, but the next second, she remembered what the unknown nun and the old priest said to her, and warning signs suddenly appeared.

Sinking in a shelter is far more dangerous than facing these winds and sands – a stable place will wear away one’s will and dissolve one’s own existence more efficiently.

Leave this city first… These “relics” standing in the desert cannot provide any protection from the wind and sand. On the contrary, their existence itself is dangerous… This is counter-intuitive, Perhaps it would be safer in the desolate yellow sand…

Numerous thoughts flashed through Vanna’s mind for a moment, but she did not hesitate in her actions. After simply covering the wind and sand with a broken cloak, she stepped forward He strode towards the exit of the city in his memory.

The yellow sand around her undulated and squirmed, as if something had been disturbed. It might also be that this city had not allowed “leaving” from the beginning. Fanna suddenly saw something poking out of the sand out of the corner of her eye. , the next second, a hand tightly grasped her ankle.

A human body made of sand emerged from the yellow sand, grabbing Vanna like a soulless evil corpse. It crawled on the ground, its constantly flowing and deformed face suddenly raised, and let out a series of indistinct roars and murmurs!

However, Shashi’s condensed arms could not stop Vanna’s steps at all. She took a sudden step and broke away from the “sand man”. Then she stepped hard on the ground, followed by a loud bang and a violent The shock wave tore apart the body crawling on the ground and dispersed a large area of yellow sand around it.

In the dust and mist that was flying away, Fanna saw something exposed from under the yellow sand. It was a stone pillar that had been buried for an unknown number of years. A line of text could be vaguely engraved on the stone pillar: “… .. Wilhelm… The black sun descended from…, we failed…

The shock only lasted for a moment, but Vanna’s actions did not hesitate at all. All the thoughts that suddenly arose were forced aside, and he continued to run forward without hesitation.

The wind suddenly roared, and various sounds came from the air. Those vague and layered noises seemed to be countless vendors. The hawking and the sounds of pedestrians, carriages and horses

surrounded Vanna in the ruins of the sand city at night. An invisible bustling city was waking up beside her. She could almost imagine that she was beside her at this moment. That lively, prosperous, and vibrant scene imagined a city that was still full of vitality in the night. At the same time, from the corner of her eye, she saw lights appearing in the distance

in the ruins of the city .

Lights, light sources floating out of thin air, appeared among the broken and crumbling ruins. They looked like lights from street lamps and shop windows facing the street. There were also lights floating higher up, just like the lights from thousands of residential buildings. .

This scene is just like after the city was destroyed or even completely forgotten, the lights that once lit up in the city still persist in their place and remain in the memory of history. Whenever night falls, they are still there. It will light up where its own Wisdom Sutra shines…

The city outlined by the lights wakes up in the night. The lights shine on the broken bricks and collapsed stone pillars covered by yellow sand, and there are many models. Fuzzy figures appeared in the light, coming and going, making vague sounds.

Vanna held her sword and passed through these phantoms. No matter what illusions were around her, she ran forward with clear goals, without any pause or pause. Hesitant.

But her body was still uncontrollably being assimilated and devoured by the invisible gray explosions around her, and her wounds were increasing. Even when there were no grains of sand, her body seemed to be moving on its own. Damaged like cracks, black smoke and ashes continued to escape from her body, and with each escape, she heard the surrounding sounds and saw the surrounding scenes more clearly.

After a certain moment, she suddenly heard .

When he heard the clear voice of conversation, the voice was right next to his ears, and even seemed to be talking to him –

“Have you heard? The Thirteen Islands of Wetherland have disappeared… There was a message from the north a few days ago. The news came… That terrifying ship opened a rift leading to the subspace…

Vanna ignored the voice in her ears, she waved her arms, and the strong wind rolled up The surrounding sand and dust were blown away, and a broken leaflet appeared out of thin air. It was blown by the wind and flew past her eyes, but there was a familiar face printed on the leaflet.

It was a wanted poster. Tyrian Abu Nomar’s face appeared on the flyer. Under the portrait was a series of shockingly large numbers – countless zeros. Rather than the amount of the reward, it was more like a number for the purpose. A deliberately scary joke to show “this person is infinitely dangerous”.

Another rhythmic music suddenly came from the night, and a huge crowd seemed to appear at the end of the distant street. Fanna heard someone shouting something over there, and she vaguely heard the sound——

” .. … Frost has ushered in a new queen… Her Majesty Le Nora will be here today. May we bathe in the glory of the queen, be protected by her, and be loyal to her… ..:

Immediately afterwards, various sounds came again, various relics appeared, and various messages surrounded Vanna as if they were conscious –

on the other side of the road, there was frost. The day when Queen Leigh Nora was king, at another intersection, was the day of the Frost Rebellion. On the street below, people were discussing the wanted order for the former Frost General Tirian, and not far away, On the high platform, relics from the ancient city-state era were being displayed. A great historian was giving a speech to the crowd. He was one of the most important discoverers of the ancient city-state era, but Fannajing didn’t know him…

And before her eyes, a figure suddenly emerged from the wind and sand. It was a man in tattered clothes, unbalanced manner, and a trance in his eyes – he was holding a crumpled paper scroll and a pencil stub in his hand. Standing there blankly, he seemed to be frightened by the surrounding environment. He kept bending down to salute the people around him, and seemed to be stopping passers-by to inquire about something. He muttered, and sometimes suddenly shouted, as if he

was

crazy.

She walked past this figure, but suddenly stopped. She heard this man in tattered clothes and holding a pen and paper constantly asking passers-by about one thing: “Excuse me… what is this?” How old is it? Who knows how old I am now?”

Fanna immediately looked at the man who looked a little delirious, but saw that the latter also raised his head and looked here almost at the same time.

“Hello, my name is Pu “Man,” the crazy man waved his arms. Although his behavior was unbalanced and his eyes were in a trance, he still remained polite and polite. “I’m dreaming again, but this time I can’t find the exit… Excuse me.” How many years was it?”

Puman… the famous “mad poet” Puman?

Fanna was in a trance for a moment, and the next second, she saw the man who called himself “Puman” It disappeared into the wind and sand.

Only the crumpled paper roll and pencil stub he had held in his hand fell to the ground.