Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 834

[Chapter 815 Then, comes death]

As the fleet sails further north, the surrounding temperature becomes colder, as if “cold” has become a certain “attribute” of the entire sea ahead. No matter how strong the flames are, or how many clothes to keep out the cold, they can only Slightly delaying the invasion of cold, but not really bringing warmth to people.

In this cold and endless night, the ships of the Church of the Deep Sea delivered the last batch of documents to the Firebringer’s church ark – they sailed out of the night and docked next to the Firebringer’s Ark for several hours. Then it was back to the depths of the night.

Frame stood on the tall tower of the church’s Ark, looking at the blurring silhouettes on the distant sea. The distant whistle still echoed in the night sky, eventually dissolving in the wind.

“This may be the last time we see other people in the civilized world.” The tall Sen’jin pope turned his head and said to the priestess standing next to him. “After this, the temple will stay at The North – the Ark is the Archives, and the Archives is the Ark. “

“We are all ready for this,” the priestess said calmly, “We will stop in the eternal ice and watch after the night. The last burst of fire, until the end of this long night… It’s an honor to follow you here, Xiaoxia.”

Frame

was silent for a moment and said softly: “Yes, I am honored too.”

At the end of his field of vision, far in front of the Ark fleet, a blurry white silhouette quietly appeared on the sea.

It is the frozen sea located in the extreme north of the cold sea, the coldest place in the world, where everything freezes and remains in the ice forever – that is the destination of the fire bearer.

At the same time, in the Frost City-State, Tirian was standing on the high balcony of the Government Affairs Hall, quietly gazing at the countless lights and rows of rooftops in the distant blocks.

The sun fragments have left this city-state. Many days ago, the tugboat took the huge luminous geometry to a place where it was needed more. Now the whole city is being lit up by artificial lights, bright street lights and thousands of homes. The lights of the houses converge into rivers at night, outlining every outline of the city, continuing the order and tranquility of the civilized world.

People seem to have gradually adapted to this long night.

The new period curfew system has been implemented smoothly. After experiencing the initial tension and chaos, factories and markets have now resumed orderly operation. Residents have reduced the number of times they leave their homes, but within the allowed time frame, everyone Still maintaining daily life as much as possible, there were also several gutter rats that launched several sabotage activities against the city, but were quickly subdued by the guards and the security forces.

Now, the “Sunshine Fleet” dragging sun fragments is cruising on the vast sea between city-states. The huge cargo ship formations traveling with the Sunshine Fleet are traveling in the night, and 60 to 70% of bulk logistics transportation between city-states has been restored. The periodic arrival of “sunshine” has also greatly reduced the pressure on various cities when facing nightfall. Although distortions and mutation events are increasing everywhere, at least the guardians now have a chance to breathe again –

they are facing The challenge is more severe than before, but at least it is no longer the endless darkness of despair.

Sometimes, Tirian even feels that all this can go on for a long time – a new balance has been established, civilization has shown amazing adaptability in this long night, people are now used to this long night, the city-state union , time-based curfew system, new night watch order, cruising sunshine… These things seem to be enough to keep the whole world like this, if not forever, it can last for a long, long time.

But whenever he thinks like this, he will soon wake up suddenly and realize that all this is just an illusion brought to him by the short-term peace, or even the illusion brought by this night.

The world is slipping towards the end, and it is slipping faster than anyone can imagine.

Because he knew the “rot” of the gods, the slow and inexorable disintegration that was taking place in the very foundations of the world, and he knew a lot because of his father’s influence.

But… what would other people think? The governors of other city-states, the administrators of the church, the guards and peace officers, and the ordinary people living in the city… They Will he also have the illusion of peace, and have he accidentally fallen into the illusory peace?

“…Maybe it’s not a bad thing.” Tirian said softly to himself.

Aiden’s voice came from the side: “Isn’t that a bad thing?”

“Nothing, just talking to myself,” Tirian looked away from the lights of the distant neighborhood and turned to look at Aiden’s shining eyes. The bald man said, “Where did we just talk?”

“About the production adjustments of several factories in Xiacheng District,” Aiden was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized and continued, “The coordinating committee believes that the current oil production capacity is slightly insufficient. Although the problem is not big at the moment, the gap will become serious as time goes by…

“I understand. I have read the report at noon today and told the coordinating committee that the city hall will give it to the coordinating committee by tomorrow morning. “I don’t want to give you an answer,” Tirian waved his hand, “What else is there?”

“Um… Aiden hesitated for a moment, and said with a hint of hesitation in his tone, “In addition, there was a report from the melting pot. …

Some strange things?” Tirian frowned slightly dissatisfied, “Don’t be so hesitant, why did you report it like this?”

Aiden quickly coughed twice, He adjusted his posture and expression and said, “A department reported that they have not had homework assignments for a while. The person in charge of the department felt that… things were a bit strange.”

Tirian’s brows became even more intense .

Wrinkling, he suddenly felt a little uneasy and felt that some information was slipping away from his mind: “…There is a department? What do you mean “there is a department’? What department is it? “

“I don’t know, the content on the report is a bit confusing. It was sent to my office, but I couldn’t find out who sent it, and a lot of the text on it was unclear…

Aiden explained As he spoke, the more he explained, the more confused his expression became. His voice slowed down little by little. In the end, it was like a stuck machine doll, squeezing out almost every word: “… I just remember… they… were responsible for… the burning…

Aiden stopped, stood there quietly, and looked at Tirian with a somewhat blank expression. After

another

two or three seconds, he trembled visibly as if he suddenly woke up, and then said with a normal and smooth expression: “…the production capacity of the Boiling Gold Mine has been restored to the night.” At the previous level, the excess ore is now being shipped. The next time the Sunshine Fleet transits, they will be delivered as ordered…

Tirian seemed not to be listening to these reports about the boiling gold mine at all, when Ai The moment Deng spoke again, he stared at the other person, his eyes even a little scary, so much so that Aiden stopped hesitantly in the middle of speaking, showing an uneasy look in front of the heavy and inexplicable pressure: “Uh. …..What’s the problem with what I said?”

“Aiden,” Tirian said, still staring at the subordinate who had followed him for a century, with a particularly solemn tone, “Do you still remember what you were reporting just now? “

Aiden was startled and looked at Tirian cautiously: “Um… the production capacity of Boiling Gold Mine, the production adjustments of several factories in Xiacheng District, the early warning of insufficient oil from the Coordinating Committee? Earlier we Talking about the Firebringer fleet going to the north…

He paused hesitantly, because Tirian’s expression was obviously even more wrong.

“The Melting Pot,” Tirian said with a solemn expression, “Do you remember the report sent to you by a department in the Melting Pot?”

Aiden’s eyes were blank: “…what report?

Tirian did not speak. He just raised his head and looked at the edge of the upper city, looking in the direction of…a certain foundation park.

A swirling The wind passed through the night, swept through the streets, and blew into the depths of the park. The wind carried gray smoke, and the appearance of Agatha was condensed from the smoke.

She changed into the dress that represented the bishop today .

She was wearing a long black dress and the light armor and combat coat she wore when she was a gatekeeper. The wounds on her cheeks and arms that were as cracked as broken dolls were dancing with a faint green fire. She died in the upper city. She rushed here from the cathedral, but as soon as she entered the cemetery, the anxious Death Priest saw a scene she didn’t expect. The

tall and bandaged guard “Duncan” was standing at the stop. On the path next to the corpse table, a tall figure was helped to climb out of a nearby coffin. The figure was obviously a corpse not long ago – his neck was bent at a weird angle, and his head was pulled together. He climbed down from the platform with some stiffness and sluggishness on his shoulders, and his joints made disturbing noises from time to time.

“Duncan”, the tall, burly, and gloomy-looking tombkeeper, helped the corpse climb down from the platform with a tone of voice. He warned very calmly: “…Yes, some headaches are normal, maybe it will be fine if we go back… The neck needs to be fixed, a wooden stand or a fire tong will do. Keep a good mood, and just treat it as if you went out and drank too much and got lost for a night. Your family will not complain – they will welcome you back calmly, and there will be many people like you anyway. “

While talking, the sound of the coffin lid being opened was heard from another mortuary platform nearby. A white-haired old man sat up from above and looked around blankly: “Why did I sleep here? I feel chest tightness. …

“Wait a moment, I will help you down.” Duncan immediately walked over there again, “Don’t come down by yourself. If your leg is broken, it may not heal… Breathing and chest tightness are normal. “You’ve been holding it in for a long time…Yes, keep breathing, take a deep breath -“

Duncan suddenly stopped, turned his head, and looked at the gatekeeper lady who was standing on the path a little dull.

“Oh, you’re here.” He greeted calmly.

“…Mr. Duncan,” Agatha stared at this scene dumbfounded, “What are you doing?”

“It seems that your cognition has not been completely corrected,” Duncan said lightly, and then turned around. Returning to his “work”, “As you can see, I am sending my temporary residents back.”