Chapter 323: Opening the Blind Box to the usual place again

Chapter 323: Opening the Blind Box to the same old place again

Listening to the undisguised distaste for the Annihilationists in Agatha’s tone, the old guard didn’t have much of a change in expression – more of his attention was still focused on the latest intelligence.

Those “samples” taken from the cemetery …… in the laboratory showed the same properties as the cultists described as “primeval”.

No matter how crazy the heretics were, no matter how against human decency their perverse beliefs were, as a member of the Church of the Righteous God, the old guard had to get to know the information of those heretics, to understand their insane teachings and extremely polluting knowledge system, and in the whole set of heresies of the Annihilationists, there was always a core around which the heresies were centered:
The Holy Spirit, and the “miracles” that the Holy Spirit produces.

The Annihilationists firmly believe that the earthly world favored by the gods is not a “peaceful and happy land”, but is in fact a “place of exile” that has been severely corrupted and completely distorted, and they believe that the brightness and prosperity of the real world are all illusions woven by the gods, and that the true home and “place of the soul” of the mortal is the “place of the soul”, and the “place of the soul” of the mortal. They believe that the light and prosperity of the real world are all illusions woven by the gods, and that the true home of the mortal soul and the “uncontaminated world of reality” is not here at all, but rather in the profound realm of the world – the realm of the profound.

Based on this, they believe that the Holy Lord of the Profound and the demons represent the purest, original and uncontaminated posture of this world, and believe that only by purifying their own filthy bodies can mortals “return” to the Profound and return to the original place.

However, the earthly world is blocked by the gods, and there is a fence between the “distorted world of reality” and the “true world of reality (i.e., the abyssal ocean),” and the flesh and blood of mortals is the physical manifestation of this fence. As long as the mortal soul remains trapped in this shell and undergoes a lifetime of “pollution”, it is impossible to return to the abyss.

Therefore, the Holy Lord of the Profound sends down a miracle called “Progenitor” – the heretics believe that this holy substance is the foundation of everything at the beginning of the world, and that the Holy Lord’s blueprints when planning the “real world” are all the same. The heretics believe that this holy substance is the foundation of all things at the beginning of the world, and that the blueprints of the Holy One in planning the “real world” are hidden in the microscopic scale of the “primeval”, and that only the “primeval” can fight the curse in the flesh and blood of the earthly beings, and return the mortals to the “purity of the beginning of their existence”. The only way to fight the curse in the flesh and blood of earthly beings is to return mortals to “the purity of their birth”.

The Annihilationists describe this substance, called “primeval”, as follows:

“…… It will take on all the characteristics of the world, and will be in a perpetual cycle of evolution, representing all the plans and blueprints of the Profound Lords in shaping reality, and short-sighted mortals will never be able to measure any of the exact properties of the Progenitor… …”

The old guard suddenly looked up and stared into Agatha’s eyes, “…… Do you think that’s ‘primordial’?”

Agatha answered without hesitation, “Progenitor is just the nonsense of those heretics, that is probably just some kind of new substance that cannot be explained by our current knowledge system, the change of its properties may be some kind of natural phenomenon, or some kind of transcendent power – but it cannot be some kind of ‘miracle’ sent down by the Profound Holy Lord! ‘miracle’ that descended.”

However, in the face of such an answer, the old guard’s expression did not change in any way, and he still only gazed quietly into the gatekeeper’s eyes, “Do you think that it is a ‘primeval substance’?”

Facing the second inquiry, Agatha finally fell briefly silent, and only after two or three seconds did she exhale softly, “But it has to be admitted that at least the nature …… of the samples collected back fit the description of that group of heretics.”

The old guard raised his head and looked toward the morgue not far away.

The fine snow had gradually become bigger after nightfall, and flurries of snowflakes were continuously falling from the dark night sky, a cane stood in the dimly lit cemetery, and the carrying lamp at the top of the cane reflected the scattered snowflakes around it, as if it added a hazy texture to everything.

And his gaze traveled through these scattered snowflakes and lights to land on an empty mortuary table not far away.

There once rested a particular body.

“Those samples …… used to be a man, or at least used to look like one,” the old guard said as if he were talking to himself, “You personally led the team that brought him here, you should remember. ”

“Of course I remember,” Agatha said softly, “very few corpses would need to be transported by the ‘keeper himself, and that one fell into the deepest part of the mine, which is the deepest part of the whole city-state, and the dead that were brought out from there …… are very special.”

“But he was still more special than anyone expected,” the old guard turned his head and looked at the young keeper, “and you found the real one who fell down the shaft the very next day, so that body was obviously just a ‘copy’ of the real dead man ‘ …… A replica made of ‘protozoa’, it’s no wonder it attracted the attention of those Annihilation heretics.”

“Perhaps it wasn’t so much that it attracted their attention, but that the whole thing was their handiwork,” Agatha shook her head, “We suspect that the fall was the work of the cultists, and that the purpose was to create ‘replicas’ from victims deep within the mines, similar to some sort of sacrifice ‘, similar to some sort of sacrificial ritual, but apparently their plan went awry and that’s what led to the replicas being found by mistake and even sent to your graveyard by us.”

The old guard shrugged, “And attracted the attention of an unnamed ‘Visitor’.”

“…… Yes, a Visitor Who Must Not Be Named,” Agatha’s tone seemed cautious even as something finally changed in her always calm expression, “And now we don’t know exactly what His intentions are. ”

The old guard looked up at the sky and spoke after a moment of silence, “The night is late.”

Silence fell for a moment in the cemetery, an unspeakable trepidation and silence enveloped the paths and platforms, infiltrating the night breeze wrapped in snowflakes.

All were waiting – waiting for an unnamed visitor, or a peaceful sunrise. And such silence lasted for who knows how long, and just as Agatha was about to persuade the old caretaker to go back to the hut and rest first, a soft tapping sounded abruptly in the night.

A clear, low voice came from a nearby coffin:

“Why don’t you guys continue?”

When such a voice suddenly came from the silent cemetery, even the well-trained church guards could not avoid a moment of shock and dismay, and Agatha even felt as if even the snowflakes falling in the light stood still for that two seconds – the next second, all of the guards quickly came around the coffin that was emitting the voice, and the boots on the snow sound resounded intensively.

Agatha transformed into a pale shadow almost instantly, appearing beside the mortuary table like an instant, staring dead on at the coffin that made the sound, and after taking two deep breaths, she let her voice speak as calmly as possible, “Are you …… the visitor from the day before yesterday? ”

“I hope I didn’t scare you by venturing here,” Duncan in the casket thoughtfully greeted in a casual tone, “I did come here once two days ago, but there was a cultist messing with me at the time, and my contact with that caretaker didn’t go well.”

Footsteps sounded from the side, and the grim-eyed old caretaker cautiously made his way to the coffin, darting a quick glance at the dark, heavy coffin out of the corner of his eye, which he quickly retracted in the next second.

Although this time he did not lose control of his spiritual vision due to the influence of the incense, and even quoted the anti-psychic pollution potion in advance, but the psychological shadow brought by the last “contact” was really serious, even if he was a veteran who had been through hundreds of battles, he also appeared to be extremely cautious at this moment.

“…… You arrived just now?” After calming down a bit, the old guard finally broke the silence.

“From the time you guys started talking about that ‘protozoa’ thing,” Duncan’s voice came from the coffin, “it felt like I heard interesting intel – But you all suddenly stopped talking.”

Agatha looked up, her expression dismayed as she locked eyes with the old guard.

Her lips quirked slightly, but her voice went directly into the old guard s mind, “Is this visitor …… so approachable?”

The old guard shrugged his shoulders and likewise gently quirked his lips, “How would I know.”

The two Church Magi briefly completed their exchange, and immediately afterward, Agatha gently waved her hand to the surroundings.

The black-clothed guards gathered around the coffin immediately spread out to the side with light steps, in case this overly cautious response was seen as some kind of provocation by the “visitor” who had descended on the dead body.

Duncan had actually sensed the scent around him in the coffin, he had been lying there for more than a few minutes, and had been listening patiently and curiously since the old guard and the young woman had begun to talk about the “primordial elements”, and now, sensing the scent around him disperse, he smiled and made a casual remark: “There are quite a few people here tonight.”

“…… We have no intention of offending you,” Agatha immediately responded cautiously, she was unable to confirm the exact origin of this “visitor” for the time being, but at least the other party did not show initial hostility. Then in the face of a superior non-hostile “god-like” existence, show enough politeness is the first step of communication, “The arrangement here is only to protect our own sanity.”

“Oh, I can understand that, I’ve often had people talk to me and suddenly have a brain fart, it’s quite annoying frankly,” Duncan said with a smile in his tone, “You know how to protect yourselves, that’s good.”

Agatha frowned.

She had dealt with a lot of transcendent beings, not a few of them poor or chaotic and dangerous, but this was the first time she had ever chatted …… with one like this.

“May we know which existence you are ……?” After a moment’s hesitation, she finally summoned up the courage to ask.

Duncan in the coffin did some serious searching.

Then recalled the Lost Country’s brilliant performance of dragging the thirteen islands of Vesseland into subspace, as well as the connection between those thirteen islands and the Death Cult that he had learned about when he had talked to Maurice and Vanna earlier.

“Just nameless travelers, so don’t wonder about my name – it’ll do us all good.”

(End of chapter)