Chapter 296 – Departure (Silver Alliance Plus)

Chapter 296 – Departure (Silver Alliance Plus)

Oops!

The moment he saw that distorted light, the old guard realized that he had carelessly fallen into an extremely dangerous situation – in this cold night, there was an unimaginable and unnameable being knocking on his door, and even more fatally, he had lit a powerful incense a few minutes ago in order to dig out the secrets from the souls of the two cultists! over a powerful incense!
The incense was powerful enough to create the illusion of death in the mind of the deceased that the caster desired, as well as greatly enhancing the caster’s own perceptual range and mental acuity, which allowed him to successfully discern the scent of the Profound Demon from the slightest fluctuation in the consciousness of the two cultists – the side effect of which was a brief increase in his auristic vision to the point of allowing himself to face the demon nearly unawares. nearly defenseless to face the truth of that Visitor head on.

The brilliant, distorted starlight surged wildly beyond the door, vaguely outlining a vast, titanic presence, and as if ten thousand booming iterations of a piercing whine were rushing across his mind, each one seeming to tear at his own soul, the old caretaker stood stiff and rigid as he saw a single ray of starlight stretching toward him, the front of which bloomed suddenly as if uncountable eyes were turning in all directions.

Duncan looked at the old man holding the shotgun in front of him, and then probed behind the old man.

He saw the two bodies that had lost their life.

The cultists had been taken care of – the seemingly untouchable old man in front of him seemed to have more strength than he had expected.

“It looks like the trouble has been taken care of, that’s good,” Duncan smiled, nodding his head softly, “I was trying to help, worried that you were in danger ……”

While saying that, he glanced down at his current state, and hurriedly added, “Ah, I know I look a bit scary and suspicious right now, and the reason for that is complicated – the situation was urgent, and I had to temporarily use a shell of lesser quality, and this body is now is gradually falling apart, but don’t worry, old man, I’m not a bad person ……”

Human language seemed to be interspersed between the buzzing and rumbling booms, the few words that could be understood mingled with the vast knowledge that washed over all the senses, the old caretaker faced the starlight giant in the middle of an invisible storm, and realized that the other man was talking to him.

This unnameable visitor of the winter night seemed to want to communicate something to himself.

But he could hear nothing clearly.

Only one thing was clear to him – he himself was the guard of the cemetery.

He could not allow a suspicious presence to remain on the land that was meant for the dead to rest in peace.

The old man’s muscles stiffened, but he slowly raised the double barreled shotgun in his hand, and under the interference of great mental pressure and misplaced thinking, he aimed the muzzle at the …… “individual” that seemed as powerful as a god.

“Leave,” he slurred, followed by a little higher voice, “Leave! Leave them alone!”

Duncan frowned.

But he quickly understood the old guard’s vehement reaction at the moment – after all, he himself didn’t look like a good person at the moment with this dignified appearance.

Covered in black smoke, with his skin breaking off inch by inch, and dropping half a pound of soot in a single joyful movement, the fact that the old man was simply raising his gun and pointing it at himself instead of firing immediately only proved that he probably didn’t have any bullets in that gun ……

“It’s time for me to leave,” Duncan nodded, taking a half-step backward, not at all bothered by the old man’s violent reaction, “I’m just here to make sure.”

He could feel that the body was breaking down to its breaking point, his own spirit projected from the Lost Country was breaking away from the disintegrating medium little by little.

“Today’s initial visit was a rather chaotic scene with many accidents,” he said to the old guard with a hint of a smile, “but it was still a pleasant conversation with you before, I hope next time we can meet in a more peaceful and stable environment, goodbye. ”

The spirit drew away from the shell, and the body, which had been rapidly disintegrating due to the death of the symbiotic demon, was finally completely damaged, and after losing Duncan’s forced maintenance, it fell on its back and fell into a dry, crumbled, charred mess the moment it hit the ground.

The unnameable being was suddenly gone, surprisingly, truly gone.

The old guard felt that the huge pressure and maddening noise in the spiritual world instantly disappeared, and the misplaced starlight in front of his eyes also dissipated in the blink of an eye, while a kind of tinnitus with a sense of emptiness emerged, and he raised his head in the persistent tinnitus to look around, and saw that the path of the cemetery meandered and stretched out under the light of the gas lamps, and the shadows on the two sides of the path overlapped in a blur, as if they were harboring countless outlines which were quaking and leaping, and the old guard felt that he could not see anything else, and that he was not able to see anything else. Near and far, the morgues were covered with throbbing limbs and writhing shadows, eyes blinking in the darkness, each resembling something other than a human being.

He closed his eyes hard, murmuring the name of Bartok, the god of death, and opened them again a few seconds later.

The eerie sight in his vision was still there, but it was a little better than before, at least he could see more of what the real world should look like, and could make out the line between the road and the morgue.

It was the lingering sound of madness – the good news was that it wasn’t permanent madness, nor was it complete madness.

The old caretaker looked down the path and saw a weird pile of coke scattered along the road, and then in the direction of the morgue in the distance, but it was hard to see what it really looked like.

The pale, shimmering light of the World’s Creation shines on the world.

Rich experience turned into accurate judgment at this moment: he didn’t know how much longer his madness symptoms would last, and with the loss of judgment and the possibility of mental deterioration at any time, continuing to move around outside could only lead to unpredictable results – he didn’t even dare to be sure whether he was aiming at the living or the dead when he raised his gun next time.

The unnameable being had left, and from the perspective of the superior individual, He could be said to have been silent about the place in autumn, which meant that He was probably some kind of friendly being – so the cemetery shouldn’t be invaded by anything else, at least not for a short while. Whatever was to be investigated next would have to wait until after the sun rose.

With a slight pause, the old caretaker turned back to the hut, quickly unlocked the door, locked the window again while fighting off persistent dizziness and ringing in his ears, relied on his memory to find herbs and holy oils from a pile of misshapen shadows and writhing things, and poured them into the four corners of the room, and only after doing so did he make his way to the center of the room, pushed the still-warm body out of the chair and onto the floor, seated himself in the chair , and hung a death emblem on his chest, cradling the double-barreled shotgun as he waited quietly for daylight to fall.

……

Inside the captain’s chambers of the Lost Country, Duncan breathed a soft sigh of relief and glanced to his side.

Aye was cocking his head to survey this side, and at this time suddenly sprang out, “Our warriors are engaging the enemy …… The battle is too unfavorable for us!”

“Alice is fighting something again?” Duncan listened to the commotion outside and could faintly hear clanking on the deck as well as the occasional exclamation of surprise from Ms. Doll, but the sound had long since become a daily routine aboard the Lost Country, so he didn’t pay it any mind and just shook his head, “Let her be, the fight will die down after a while.”

With that, he moved his slightly stiff neck and raised his head to look out the window.

It wasn’t yet sunrise, and there was still only darkness on the infinite sea.

And at the end of that darkness was the direction of Frost.

His trip to Frost had not gone well, not only had he not been able to find a body that could be used for a long time, but he had not even been able to leave the cemetery at the end of the day.

However, after all, he hadn’t gained nothing from all this trouble.

Duncan recalled his experience in that cemetery and combed through the information he had.

The Annihilationists who follow the Profound Holy Lord …… This is the most noteworthy part.

Four cultists, posing as clerics of the God of Death during the strictest hours of the curfew, ran into the cemetery to try and steal a body, and even took their lives for it …… This is no small matter.

It was predictable that what happened in that cemetery after sunrise tomorrow would enter the eyes of the Frost authorities as well as the local church, and set off a not-so-small tremor among the church guardians.

Of course, the “dead” who crawled out of the coffin would also attract the attention of the local church.

The temporarily occupied shell ……

Duncan frowned a little.

This is another key point.

There was obviously something wrong with the body – not only because four Annihilists had risked their lives in the middle of the night to steal it, but also because of the strange “self-disintegration” of the body later on.

Duncan looked at his hands.

He still remembered very clearly the sight of the shell disintegrating rapidly.

It wasn’t the first time he had done this kind of occupation of a carapace, but it was the first time he had seen that bizarre disintegration – the sacrifice that had lost its heart in the sewers of Prand had never been so bizarre, even if it had been in a worse state!

At the same time, Duncan also remembered a sentence that the cultist had unintentionally revealed:

“This body is almost at its limit, too.”

Those Annihilationists obviously knew something, they had expected the disintegration phenomenon of that body ……

Duncan raised his hand and slowly rubbed his chin.

While speculating on the intentions of those cultists, he was also thinking about something else.

Behind these unusual events …… is there a connection with Maurice’s “friend who came back from the dead”?
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ps: words since Yang Kang, thinking speed obviously slowed down a lot, memory is not right, write a chapter of thought will be interrupted several times, to repeatedly run several times to ensure that the write out of the normal level, it is said that a lot of authors are also this situation …… who knows how long this is going to last ah? (Is this mild brain fog?)
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