Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 843

[Chapter 824: After Death Rests in Peace]

Black soil spreads down, covering the not very spacious tomb, just like the night closing at the end of time, burying the long-lasting death. The God who was born after the death of all things is now resting, welcoming us in this world. When it came to the end, it turned into a small mound on the hill.

The disorderly wind blew from the darkness, gently caressing the hills. The nameless wild flowers and grass on the hills swayed in the wind, making a slight rustling sound. Duncan stood in the wind, holding the shovel with both hands, for a long time. He stared at the pile of fresh soil in front of him.

Then he raised his head and looked around – the God of Death had not prepared a tombstone for himself, and there was no material that looked like it could serve as a tombstone.

Duncan thrust the shovel he had used to dig the soil in front of the mound, and used his hands to pick up some soil from the side and pile it around the shovel to reinforce it and use it as a tombstone.

After doing this, he took a long breath and put his hand on the shovel handle for the last time.

Wisps of green fire accompanied by a faint starlight overflowed from between his fingers, slowly covering the “tombstone” of the God of Death, and then disappeared.

“May you rest in peace, Bartok, goodbye.” Duncan said softly, and his figure slowly disappeared into the wind.

The messy and broken wind turned into a short roar, and the light and shadow overflowed from the darkness and reorganized in an instant. After experiencing a brief weightlessness and changes in the five senses, the feeling of being down to earth appeared again, and the scene in front of Duncan quickly stabilized.

The magnificent door of death Still standing quietly in the center of the gravel wasteland, and in front of the triangular gate, the tall figure sitting on the dark throne was slowly unraveling silently, like a fragmented man who woke up in the morning. In the dream, the invisible shadow covered by the dark robe dispersed with

the wind , and the robe also fell like night, rotting and weathering.

Among the floating black debris and smoke, there was only a faint green firelight emitting hazy starlight flickering in the wind.

Duncan lowered his head and saw that the edge of the hourglass in his hand was flashing with dim light, and vague whispers seemed to be ringing in his ears. He had an idea, and then took a few steps forward to hold the simple and exquisite hourglass. Placed next to the throne where Death once sat.

He stepped back and saw Agatha standing quietly, looking at the empty throne in a daze. After an unknown amount of time, the “gatekeeper” who was born from the phantom slowly turned his head and looked at the empty throne. There were mixed emotions in his voice: “Is Xiu resting in peace?”

“Well, I sent him on his last journey,” Duncan nodded slightly, and then added, “The hourglass is part of the strength he left behind, and I put it in It is left next to the throne so that the Death Church in the world can still borrow some blessings for a short time… They still need it now.”

Agatha nodded slowly, as if she wanted to say something more, but she couldn’t say it. , in the end, all her thoughts and emotions could only turn into a faint sigh.

“We should go back,” Duncan said slowly. “The final countdown has begun, and we must return to Queen Leviathan’s node immediately.”

Agatha said “hmm” and looked up in the direction where she and the captain came from. , but saw that there was only a gravel wilderness that seemed to have no markings.

Dark night shrouds this land of death, and there is no way back from the path of the dead.

But at this moment, she saw the “gatekeepers” standing around the throne of Death suddenly moved – the tall phantoms standing silently slowly raised their hands, one after another, pointing to someone in the darkness. In the direction, the dusk-like light seemed to escape from their sides, and then

converged with the direction of their fingers, extending and flowing invisibly.

Guided by thousands of tall illusions, a path appeared in the gravel wasteland. The path was shrouded in twilight. There were unknown wild flowers blooming beside the road, swaying slightly in the wind.

After the mechanism of death was shut down, and after the God of Death rested in peace, for the first time in the kingdom of death, there was a way for the living to return.

Agatha looked at this scene with some astonishment. She subconsciously looked up at the tall gatekeeper who initially led her and the captain, but saw that the gatekeeper just waved his hand to her in silence.

Leave, don’t look back, don’t communicate with the kingdom of the dead again.

Agatha understood what the other party meant, turned around, and set foot on the path leaving the gravel wasteland with the captain.

There was no “watchman” guidance on the way back, only the occasional breeze blowing from the darkness, accompanying Agatha and Duncan. They walked on this path for an unknown length of time until the gravel wasteland disappeared, and The black and white nameless grass appeared in the field of vision again, until it returned to

the depths of the wilderness where the grass was shaking, and the huge figures of the Lost Home and the Brilliant Star appeared at the end of the field of vision – and then, just in the direction of the Lost Home. After taking two steps, Duncan and Agatha returned to the place where they left.

The paper-folded boat was still parked in the open space, and Luccia was standing on the bow in a daze. After seeing Duncan, she raised her eyebrows in surprise, and then immediately jumped off the boat and faced the boat. side.

“Have you been waiting here?” Duncan looked at the “Sea Witch” in front of him in surprise, “We have been away for a long time…”

“You just left for a few minutes – when you and Agatha suddenly appeared After passing through a dusk-colored light curtain, a short while later,” Luceccia was surprised when she heard Duncan’s words, “I thought you encountered some situation and suddenly turned back.”

“How many minutes? “Duncan frowned when he heard this, but he quickly put this incredible thing aside – after experiencing so many weird situations, he was used to it.

“Our business has been done,” he said simply, “Let’s return to the voyage now.”

Luchuangcia looked at Duncan, and then at Agatha who was following beside her. She instinctively felt that in the past “short period of time” Within a few minutes, her father and Agatha seemed to have an unforgettable experience or “witness”, but in the end she didn’t ask anything and just nodded lightly: “…Okay.”

The pale flame in the brazier went out. Those low and vague murmurs gradually disappeared from her mind. Agatha, who was kneeling in the prayer room and meditating, raised her head, as if she felt something, and turned to look at the mirror beside her.

Her eyes covered with black cloth can no longer see the scene in the world normally, but her clearer spiritual eyes allow her to see the “reality” from other dimensions more clearly than ordinary people.

In the mirror she saw a tomb, a wilderness plunged into darkness, and the twilight fading in the distance.

This brief “revelation” lasted only a second.

But the young gatekeeper and archbishop already understood the truth conveyed to him by this scene.

She knelt quietly in front of the icon. After a moment, she lowered her head and returned to praying – her lips moved, silently reciting the blessing for the deceased.

The prayer was not long, but she repeated it three times before slowly getting up from the cushion and walking to the shelf not far away. She took out a flower with pale petals from a wooden box on the shelf. dried flowers, turned around and placed them next to the candlestick in front of the icon.

In the distant city, there was a faint sound of commotion crossing the streets and entering the church.

Slightly hasty footsteps came from the corridor. A moment later, a priest’s voice came from outside the door of the prayer room: “Archbishop, are you here?”

“Come in.” Agatha said casually. .

The door to the prayer room was pushed open, and a middle-aged priest with short black hair and half his face covered in bandages stepped in.

Then his eyes were attracted by the small white flower in front of the icon.

The middle-aged priest frowned subconsciously. He instinctively felt that the flower seemed to have some meaning, which led to some natural questions. However, he found that he could not remember what it was. He opened his mouth and lost his vitality. His pale and cloudy eyes were full of doubts.

Then, Agatha walked over from the side and blocked the middle-aged priest and the little white flower with her body.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

A dazed look flashed across the face of the middle-aged priest, and then he immediately reacted and hurriedly reported: “Archbishop, another group of people came to the cathedral to seek shelter and guidance. More than a dozen people, according to your instructions, I asked Mark took Sister Natasha to receive them. “

“Yes,” Agatha nodded, and then asked casually, “How are those people doing? Which neighborhood are they from

? A certain amount of fright, in a state of vacillation and doubt, but unable to accurately describe what happened,” the middle-aged priest Hui reported. “The one in the best condition among them said that he suddenly woke up this morning,” and then felt that he was surrounded by people. Many things were wrong, and even

the relatives and friends around him seemed weird and… scary. He was very scared, so he went to the chapel to seek help, and then met other people asking for help there…

“The priest of the chapel gave them a He gave urgent comfort and blessings, and then sent two guards through the city to send them here.

“Most of them are from the southern port area, and three of them are from the cemetery ring area. They almost don’t know each other and have never met each other. They overlap, and the places of residence have no unified characteristics…”

Listening to the middle-aged priest’s report, Agatha said nothing, but nodded calmly.

“The city hall will send someone later, and the shelter at the foot of the mountain has been temporarily placed. I found a place to live… Although the conditions were limited, it was safe.

“Okay,” the middle-aged man responded, and then glanced at He Jiahao uneasily, observing the expression of the “acting archbishop” before he spoke, “My lord, what happened?

“

?This happens again and again, my dear…”

“John,” Agatha interrupted, “do you still remember what I said to the priests the day before yesterday? “

The middle-aged priest’s expression changed slightly, and then he nodded.

“I can’t explain it to you now, because even if I explain, you won’t hear those voices,” Agatha said calmly, “But when you suddenly “When you wake up, you will understand – then don’t panic, just go directly to the inner sanctuary, someone will arrange it.”