Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 842

[Chapter 823 Burial]

On the gravel wasteland shrouded in night, countless figures in black robes silently walked in the same direction. The dusk light from an invisible dimension illuminated their night-like robes, surrounding these tall phantoms. As they walked on the wasteland, a layer of light seemed real and illusory, gradually

converging into rivers of dusk flowing in the darkness – and finally, these rivers of dusk came to the center of the wilderness of death, surrounding the funeral. .

There was a gate standing in Naren. The triangular gate was silent and solemn. At first, Duncan even thought it was a hilltop, but in almost the blink of an eye, he came to the gate and saw that it was like another piece of earth rising up. It is majestic and towering, but the door in the center of the triangle is tightly closed, and

dark red veins like blood vessels cover the door, like layers of chains.

The order of death has been locked by this door, and now the god who locked it himself is sitting quietly on the throne in front of the door – he is taller than Duncan imagined, even surpassing Tarijin, even though Sitting on a chair, the body is almost as big as a house.

He wore a tattered robe as dark as night, and the outside of the robe was wrapped with dark red thorns. But his face could not be seen clearly under the shadow of the robe, as if He had no face in the first place, but was just a black shadow outlined by the robe. ——As recorded in the sacred scriptures of the Church of Death:

Death is a faceless shadow. He is hidden in a coat called darkness. This shadow is everywhere, and when you see him, he also sees it’s your turn.

But now the faceless Shadow of Death is dead. A short sword as sharp as an alien thorn penetrated his chest, almost nailing him to the dark throne, with his hood on the side. , as if at the last moment of death he was still looking back at the triangular door behind him that represented the order of life and death

.

This scene is like murder, except that the murderer is the deceased himself.

This is the most special scene among the four “dead gods” – at the end of death and decay, Bartok performed the second “killing” on himself.

Countless phantoms covered in twilight surrounded the gate, standing silently and motionless like frozen tombstones, but there was a path between them, as if specially reserved for visitors, stretching from the wilderness to the dark building. Beside the throne.

The tall gatekeeper who led the way slowly walked forward, with Duncan and Agatha following behind him, passing through the phantoms standing quietly along the path, and the dusk glow cast by the surrounding phantoms also reflected on them. Duncan was not affected by the dusk glow. Agatha’s originally illusory and transparent

body gradually solidified in the glow, and even seemed to have a physical entity for a short time.

They finally stopped in front of the throne. The tall gatekeeper who led the way nodded silently, then silently walked aside and stood between the other gatekeepers.

Duncan raised his head and looked at the figure who was taller than Tarrikin on the throne, looking at the first and last dead person in the world.

It’s no wonder that the “dead” that Agatha faked using the sailor couldn’t attract the gatekeeper’s attention – because the real, final dead is here.

Agatha raised her head and stared at the dark god for a long time. Even Duncan had no way of knowing what she was thinking at the moment – this person had all the memories of a devout believer in the Church of Death, but only had a “waist” appearance. The “gatekeeper” of “Pin” never thought that he could come here, come to this

place where countless devout believers could not reach through life-long hard work, and never thought that he would see this scene, the funeral scene of the God of Death.

She stood quietly like this for a long time, then slowly looked away, and said in a complicated tone: “…Captain, what should we do next?”

Before Duncan could speak, another person was standing next to the throne. The gatekeeper walked over silently. The tall phantom bent down, put something in Duncan’s hand, and then turned back to the queue around the throne.

Duncan lowered his head and saw an ancient and exquisite hourglass in his hand – he recognized it, he had seen exactly the same thing in the palace where Queen Leviathan last slept.

But there is no sand in the hourglass in front of me.

Duncan frowned subconsciously, raised his head and wanted to ask the gatekeeper who brought the hourglass, but when he asked suddenly, he seemed to hear a low murmur from the breeze around him, and gradually understood something.

Under Agatha’s concerned gaze, he stretched out his hand toward the top of the hourglass, and a cluster of flames soaked in starlight danced at his fingertips, and then slowly penetrated the shell of the hourglass and flowed into its glass container – the hourglass once The recorded vitality briefly revived in the flames and

began to flow as the hourglass turned over.

The next second, Duncan heard the illusory sound of wind whistling in his ears. Light and darkness shattered silently, then circled and reorganized in his field of vision.

He stood on a small mound. The mound was illuminated by sourceless light. In the distance, there was a dark night with no end in sight. Under his feet, nameless wildflowers were blooming. The breeze blew and the wildflowers were dancing in the wind. It is swaying in the middle, exuding a fragrance that is both real and illusory.

The sound of shovel digging came from the side. Duncan turned his head and saw a thin and small old man bending over and digging hard on the ground.

He had already dug a shallow pit, and next to it was piled black soil. He was digging spade after spade. Although the dug pit was very shallow, it felt as if he was already here. Excavated for a hundred centuries.

Duncan watched this scene, and then walked towards the old man who was digging.

“I’m sorry you’re here, but you may be a step too late.”

“It’s late,” the old man said while continuing to bend down and dig. “Death is something that is always early, but always late. It’s the right time to attend the appointment. It was bad.

I stretched out my hand again and pointed to the big pile of soil next to me – and at some point, another shovel was inserted under the piled up white soil: “Can you help me? “

Aga didn’t say anything. He just took a step forward and picked up the shovel. Then he silently came to the old man’s side, bent over and shoveled hard into the soil.

For a while, there was only the sound of digging under the hillock.

After a long time, the thin old man suddenly spoke again: “The other eight…the last time you saw us was not a long time ago. Before that, you could only go through the ‘channel’ left by Pilot 7.” Contact us, how are we doing now? “

We are still bad,” Lu Gu said fiercely while digging the soil seriously, “You made an agreement with us to meet again in the new world.”

The old man nodded: “Oh, that’s pretty bad… That’s something worth looking forward to.”

Ajia was silent for a few seconds, then raised his head and looked at the old man beside him: “Is that his original appearance?”

“Yes,” The old man didn’t raise his head, but said quickly while digging the soil seriously, “Whether you have a face or not, you haven’t had it since the end. It’s just that you think…since you haven’t decided to leave yet, you should still keep a face.” .”

“Does he have a face?” Ajia was confused and curious.

“Yes, you are the same as the other eight – you are “Death itself.” “The old man said lightly.

Whether Ajia spoke or not, I waited for the old man to continue.

“The process of destruction in every world is exactly the same. Some lasted for a few years, some lasted longer, and some…the civilizations of these worlds struggled to support themselves, using various methods to delay the end, and even persisted for a hundred years. “For a long time,”

the old man continued while digging at the dirt on his feet.

In your world, everything happens very slowly – too slow to experience any form of decline and resistance, but short enough that people cannot notice the destruction of all things. Just bad enough to let no one know the process of death.

“Many people – no one, died at this moment. Death roared in time and space, even passing through these swaying stars. In the second before the hometown world, death became a shining star in the entire universe. “

The most common thing, and the only thing that was born,”

and all the good and bad, fearful, cowardly, tough but strong human nature and thinking are all compressed in this second.

“Just like that, death is born before death – when you open your eyes and blink for the first time, everything is retreating to the final collapse behind your eyes. When you blink for the seventh time, the cold and chaotic gray smoke has not yet replaced it. You have only seen this hometown once.”

The old man pressed the shovel hard, shoveled the soil out of the pit, and threw it aside.

“You haven’t been digging for a long time. You were digging the hole on the day the shelter was established, but the work is almost impossible to complete – death can hardly kill death itself. It is too bad that without his help, “Resurrectionist.”

“Does he want to see the new world? I’m sure you want to, but maybe there’s no other way.”

Yes, thank him for the invitation.” The old man shook his head, shoveled a shovel of soil again, and carried He began to look at Ajia fiercely, “You are the same as the other ‘people’. He should have thought of it – you are a survivor of the old world. You are not the product of the little annihilation. You are

part .

Therefore, the work of determining the rules for the death of things in that world has always been done by you – the shelter needs a “recycling mechanism like yours” to complete the broken cycle of birth and death, but in the new world… the death of things should be done by “A similar god” can be used to execute it, even if

that possibility is left open.

“Those who were born from little Annihilation, leave them to Little Annihilation.”

Ajia stood silently for a moment and threw another shovelful of soil into the grave.

“Do you feel regretful?” “

Yes,” the old man smiled. “You have done what you were not supposed to do. Before that, you enjoyed a sleep that was always disturbed by others. This is the smallest compliment to Death. But to him… you didn’t say a word.” Advice.”

Ajia stopped moving.

“It’s about sacrifice. Although he may feel that it’s you who should say that sentence,” the old man looked fiercely into Ajia’s eyes, “but under him, you can smell the smell of death… that smell You are very strange, but it should appear under him.”

Lu Gu did not speak, I just stood quietly.

Beside me, there was no figure of the tall and thin old man, nor was there the seventh shovel – I was the only one standing there.

The God of Death lay quietly in the tomb, with the lower half of his body not yet buried in the soil. I closed my eyes fiercely, as if I had been lying here since very early.

Before a long silence, Lu Gu bent down and continued to scatter soil into the tomb.