Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 841

[Chapter 822 The last cooling of the world]

The God of Death is dead – yes, of course Duncan knows, not just the God of Death, but also the Storm Goddess, the Eternal Fire, the God of Wisdom, and even every ancient god and evil god who has ever left a name in history or who has not left a name. Inside, every ancient king, they were all dead.

As early as the day of the Great Annihilation, when thousands of worlds suddenly turned into hot and chaotic ashes, all the gods died, and all that was left behind was their rotting corpses. It’s just the “inertia” of the old world.

But the moment the tall gatekeeper in front of him said the words “Death is dead”, Duncan realized that the other person was referring to another thing – not the “gods are dead” as he knew it, but “the gods are dead” as he knew it. It refers to something that just happened.

Not only Duncan, but Agatha on the side also quickly thought of this. The expression on her face quickly changed from confusion to astonishment: “What happened?” The

tall gatekeeper turned around silently and faced the distant wasteland again .

He took a step forward, and a few seconds later, his voice came out slowly: “To gain time.”

The world is cooling, but it’s not just the flames that are cooling – something internal and derived from the cornerstone of the world is cooling. Dissipate, as if the last warm breath is irretrievably leaving the throat of the dying person.

Now, the undead have begun to walk around the streets. The cold fire can no longer dispel the coldness of the world. The sea has long been stagnant, and the memory of the past time is dissipating from everyone’s mind, or distorted into grotesque, Broken yet imperceptible pieces.

From remote Faelon to prosperous Pland, from Frost to Breezeport, from Moko to the broken and continuous islands in the eastern sea, in every known place, “cooling” and “weirdness” are everywhere. Spreading like an unstoppable frost and gradually covering every civilized light,

Tirian came to a lighthouse high in the southeast of the frost. From the pupil observatory, he looked at the dark sea outside the city-state. He saw The large fleet pulling the sun is slowly docking. The cargo ships loaded with grease, cloth and grain are docked at the dock. Heavy loading machinery is running back and forth in the dark

, unloading materials from the ship’s hold.

The dead are busy on the dock. The undead sailors of the Sea Mist Fleet are now surrounded by many “similar” people. The corpses who are dead and unaware of their death are operating tireless machines in accordance with the orders issued by the city hall. , maintaining the functional operation of the city as always.

On the other side of the city, you can see the towering chimneys and the brightest factory towers – the power plant is operating as usual, the steam hub emits a low roar, and huge pipes extend from the factory, like Blood vessels continue to branch and spread into the entire city,

providing power and safety to people living in this city.

In those factories, the huge steam core has actually cooled down. Even if more boiling gold catalysts are inserted, the flame in the container cannot be warmed up again – but the cold reactor still screams, and the steam flows continuously. , a surge of power in the pipeline.

The “breath” and “blood” required for the city’s operation are still rushing through the pipeline network, non-stop.

In this way, the gas lamps in the city are still bright, the factories are still brightly lit, and the machinery is running continuously. The guards are still patrolling every street and alley dutifully, guarding against all extraordinary phenomena that do not conform to the “natural rules”, and maintaining public security. Officials maintain order in the city at night, help

citizens who are in trouble, and deal with public security cases that gradually increase due to pressure.

Yes, order is still in operation, and the lights of civilization have not been extinguished. However, Tirian can still smell the cold, slightly rancid smell that is constantly permeating the air, as if coming from the depths of the city. Everywhere, from the bottom of the endless sea, from every breeze, every inch

of sky , and even the smell that permeates every particle of dust.

Something is gradually collapsing, and the world’s collapse is passing a “critical point.” There are still many impressions of the past in his mind, and he can sense that the whole world is very wrong now, and it is getting more and more wrong.

My father mentioned that this world will try to “correct” the errors that have occurred during operation, but there is a limit to this kind of correction, and now… it is probably approaching this limit very quickly.

There was a sudden ripple in the bottom of his heart. Tirian felt a familiar breath approaching and immediately looked away from the distance.

“Father,” he turned around and looked at the burly figure wrapped in bandages and wearing a dark coat, “Why are you here?”

“The cemetery no longer needs guards. My incarnation now has a lot of free time. “Time,” Duncan said, strolling to Tirian’s side. He looked across the night and looked in the direction Tirian was looking at just now. “What do you think?”

“It’s almost time, isn’t it?” Tirian’s eyes were complicated. Looking at the night, “The “time” you reminded me of…I originally thought that it would have to wait for at least a while.”

His father was silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly said: “…The God of Death is dead.”

Tirian There were some certificates issued for a while, but it seemed that the meaning of this sentence had not been realized yet.

“The world is collapsing faster than we thought, and its self-correction does not guarantee that all asylum residents are in a ‘live state’, or in other words, ‘living people… are a high-load unit because of maintenance’ The conditions required for life are complex and sophisticated, and it is difficult for current

shelters to fully provide such living conditions.”

Duncan said in a low voice, and he looked into the distance, but his eyes seemed to be focused on another, more distant place. somewhere, looking at the end of the world.

“This is the truth about the “resurrection of the dead” and the no longer being born of newborns in the city-states a while ago – Bartok ended the death mechanism of this world ahead of time.

“His original decay process has not actually reached this stage.

“Now, the shelter does not need additional support for living people to operate.

“At the same time, the shutdown of the death mechanism also ensures that most people in this world can “survive” as much as possible during the gradual process of shelter, even in twisted and grotesque postures, in the form of undead, even in the form of undead people. Temporary – can survive.

“This is the time Bartok bought for this world.”

Tirian listened dumbfounded. He seemed to want to say something, but in the confusion and shock, he couldn’t think of how to say it.

His father’s low and hoarse voice came again –

“But this is probably the last time the four gods can buy this shelter.”

Tirian finally spoke subconsciously: “Why?”

Because the shutdown of the death mechanism itself has a negative impact on the shelter. It is also a heavy blow. After it, the countdown will officially come to an end, all order will enter the accelerated distortion stage, and the world’s correction mechanism will no longer work – and therefore, more and more people will start Be aware of distortions and aberrations

that are otherwise hidden from cognition.

“

Duncan turned his head and stared at Tirian with deep eyes.

Tirian stood there in a daze. The huge information washed over the mind of the “Iron Lieutenant General”. There was a storm in his heart, and some things had been subconsciously thought by him. The “details” that have been forgotten or ignored come back like shadows in a dream!

He was thinking hard, understanding the astonishing information his father suddenly told him, and understanding the current situation of the world. After an unknown amount of time, he felt that the tearing dizziness in his head gradually faded away, and reason reappeared in him. From the bottom of my heart.

“So…” He opened his mouth and hesitated, “Ordinary people will soon…”

“Under my influence, you can detect many things in advance, and as time goes by, as the world becomes distorted and distorted, With the aggravation and the complete failure of the shelter’s correction mechanism, more and more people like you will notice the abnormalities in this world – not all, it depends on

the toughness of the mind, the level of inspiration, and some…’luck ‘.

“For those who cannot be awakened, they will continue to maintain their daily lives in darkness and distortion. Even if that life gradually turns into a weird and terrifying state, they will not feel that anything has changed in the world.

“But for those who wake up… things will get ugly.

“Tirion, you must be prepared – and other city-states must be prepared as well.

“The last and biggest chaos in the old world is coming.”

Duncan and Agatha have been trekking on this “trail” for a long time, and they don’t know when they started to see the strange black and white things around them. The weeds gradually disappeared, replaced by endless stretches of pale or dark gravel, as well as the occasional sparse and withered

plants

The dusk-like glow that permeated the entire wilderness gradually faded. , the quiet night once again dominated the wilderness.

Agatha whispered to Duncan that this was the next stage of the “path of no return”, a gesture deep in the wilderness of death – after passing the dusk that represents the “afterglow of life”, the quiet night will welcome the arrival of the dead, everywhere The endless wasteland of gravel will erase the deceased’s last traces of

nostalgia for the world. As long as you successfully walk through this, that’s where the “door” is.

But now these symbols and procedures related to the “mechanism of death” have no meaning.

Duncan looked up into the distance. In the deepest part of the night, there seemed to be something vaguely large standing in the center of the wilderness.

And in the corner of his eye, he finally saw other figures.

They were the “gatekeepers” dressed in black robes, as if they were still shrouded in the dim light of dusk.

One after another, the gatekeepers walked silently on this boundless wasteland, heading in a common direction in silence, heading to the funeral.