Chapter 324.

Chapter 324: The Deathbed
Duncan still decided not to reveal his identity for the time being after some serious searching, after all, he now knew the details behind the brilliant battle performance of the Lost Country in the beginning.

A century ago, “he” a wave of dry sinking the death church’s largest faith gathering, and in the most horrific way directly dragged into subspace.

In other words, it was the same as blowing up Prand in front of Gemona, the kind of thing that raised the dust.

He thought that if he said the words “Captain Duncan” at this time, these people outside the coffin were afraid that they would not come up to martyrdom on the spot with slogans – at that time, it would be too late for him to say anything.

After all, the loyal believers of that ruthlessness he has seen, when the Vanna and he has no deep hatred can do to meet a jump splits, in front of this group of death God believers and the Lost Country between that is remembered a century of blood feud …….

And Duncan’s avoidance under this embarrassment fell on Agatha and the old guard’s ears but there is another layer of meaning.

The young gatekeeper and the old cemetery guard subconsciously exchanged a look.

“It’s some kind of protection,” whispered the former, “the name of the Higher Transcendent possesses power.”

The latter nodded softly, “Friendly presence, at least for now.”

Agatha then settled down, her eyes once again falling on the coffin, while a subconscious doubt arose: why did this visitor always choose to use the dead as a “medium” to contact the real world? Does this indicate …… that the other party is an existence with power in the realm of death?
However, as a high-ranking cleric of the God of Death, she had never heard of such an existence in the realm of death – a single glance from an avatar could cause a hundred war veteran-level cemetery guard to fall into a temporary frenzy, so it was impossible that a transcendent individual of such a level had no traces in any canonical texts.

However, despite the doubts in her heart, Agatha did not show it, and instead asked in a calm and decent voice, “May I ask what the purpose of your visit is?”

“Passing through and then realizing that the city-state is being wrapped in shadows,” Duncan blurted out what he had already thought of saying, “The shadows displeased me.”

“Shadows?” Agatha frowned, then immediately remembered the riot that had taken place in this cemetery earlier and reacted immediately, “You mean those Annihilationists? Their activities ……”

“They are not yet shadows, the real shadows are behind them,” Duncan said nonchalantly, he knew that the young female voice outside represented the upper echelons of the church power in the Frost City-State, and channeling her was in fact an effective warning to the Frost Authorities, and he had already prepared a whole set of reports for that purpose. “Do you not realize? The power of the Profound Holy Lord is spreading beneath your city ……”

“What do you mean …… what?” Agatha’s calm-to-now expression finally got a little out of control for the first time, and that wasn’t included in the long list of preliminaries she’d previously conceived, “The Profound Holy Lord? His power is spreading beneath the city …… What does that even mean?”

From the Annihilationists jumping directly to the Profound Holy Lord behind them …… the severity of this matter could be a completely different level!

“A word of advice, it might be worthwhile to broaden the scope of the investigation,” Duncan, on the other hand, didn’t answer Agatha’s question, but simply continued, “The Annihilists operating in the city are just a tiny bit of water before a huge wave, something much bigger lurks beneath the surface of the water –Go keep an eye on the deep, on some old deep-diving program that’s almost forgotten, on what’s been coming up out of the depths lately, all of it, all of it, all of it, all of it, all of it, all of it, all of it, all of it, all of it, all of it, all of it, all of it, is connected.”

Agatha and the old guard looked at each other.

The young keeper didn’t connect too many things for a moment, but the old keeper, who had experienced a certain era first hand, thought of something instantly.

“You mean the …… Subterranean Abyss Program?” The old man blurted out, his voice clearly hesitating for a moment when he mentioned the word “Subterranean Program”, “Why would you know ……?”

He stopped in mid-sentence.

It didn’t seem like much of a surprise that a superior being with a very high status would know some mortal secrets.

Agatha, on the other hand, widened her eyes slightly, her gaze moving between the old guard and the coffin several times, then suddenly stopped and whispered quickly to the old man beside her, “I have to warn the town hall …… that something might be about to happen on the other side of Dagger Island.”

The old caretaker spoke quickly and softly, “You had better go now.”

And as they whispered, Duncan’s voice suddenly came back from the dark, heavy coffin, “Then my warning has been delivered, and there will be no more stopping.”

Agatha was stunned and subconsciously spoke, “You are leaving?”

“I have some business to attend to,” the voice from the coffin rang out, sounding as if he was in a bit of a hurry, “I will come back to visit again if I have the chance.”

With those words, there was no movement in the coffin.

The visitor left, even left a bit suddenly, Agatha and the old guards were a bit stunned, they did not think that the mysterious “visitor” came tonight just to say these words, just to convey a warning – this kind of sudden visit and suddenly left! This kind of sudden visit and sudden departure, but in their eyes seems more and more inscrutable.

While the two of them in the cemetery were in a state of dismay, Duncan had already returned to that strange space of darkness and chaos. He had indeed left in a bit of a hurry – in the beginning, he had planned to stay in the cemetery for a while, and had even considered getting out of the coffin and having a formal meeting with the cemetery’s caretaker and the gatekeeper named “Agatha”. I even considered coming out of the coffin to have a formal meeting with the guard and the gatekeeper named “Agatha”.

But just now, when he was in the state of walking in the spirit world, he suddenly felt something strange.

Duncan raised his head in the dark but starry space, and his eyes fell not far away.

The thin and dense stars that represented the frost beings were flickering in the nothingness, and the flickering …… of one of the stars was showing abnormal fluctuations and releasing an abnormal aura.

Duncan leaned over and gazed at the “star”.

Its light was fading rapidly, as if to show that a living being was dying, but at the edge of the fading shimmer, something was creeping closer and trying to entangle the starlight.

After a moment’s thought, Duncan reached out to the starlight.

……

On the cold surface of the sea, which was already completely shrouded by night, a few pieces of wreckage that hadn’t been swallowed up by the vortex were rising and falling with the waves, drifting towards the northern part of the Frost City State, propelled by the currents.

One of the larger pieces of wreckage was detached from the surrounding debris like a canoe, and on top of this piece of wreckage, a lanky body that was almost unrecognizable suddenly twitched twice.

This body is wrapped in tattered uniforms, the whole body is everywhere in the flames of scorching left shocking traces, its head hair has been burned out, the whole face is completely different, its left hand is abnormally twisted, apparently has been some kind of huge impact broken, and its legs are even more twisted and deformed, skin and flesh.

But there was almost no blood coming out of those wounds – the high temperature from the explosion had scorched all the wounds.

This is shocking injuries, yet this body …… is still alive.

Belazov tried to open his eyes, and it took him several efforts, feeling as if he had torn some part of his eyelids, before he finally blurred out a bit of dim light.

A dull, confusing, sharp pain spread throughout his body, and the organs inside his chest felt as if they were being torn to shreds by a rusty saw, but all of these sensations mingled together in a strange numbness that made it almost impossible for him to tell where in his body each sensation was coming from – or even if his limbs were still attached to his torso.

He knew that his nervous system had collapsed, I’m afraid, that all of his internal organs were failing fast, that the last of his adrenaline was doing its best to keep his brain functioning, and that he hadn’t survived – just not yet.

Memories are coming back to him, he remembers what happened on Dagger Island, and he remembers what happened on the ship when he realized something was wrong and activated “Process 22”.

He was a bit surprised that he didn’t die on the spot in that big explosion, but he was still breathing, and he could still recall some of his life in his last moments.

Perhaps it was because the captain’s cabin was extraordinarily sturdy and had slightly withstood the impact of the explosion, or perhaps it was because he hadn’t been able to save any of the thirty-one normal crew members that might have been on board that he had to suffer at this point in time, to punish himself for his transgressions.

But none of that mattered.

He could barely see the wreckage floating on the surface of the sea nearby, and from that he was able to determine that the Sea Petrel had been completely destroyed, and that the main structure of the ship should have sunk into the sea by this time.

He had no time to think about whether the wreckage would lead to other unforeseen consequences – he had done his duty, fulfilled his oath of loyalty to the best of his ability, and the rest was beyond his reach.

Belazov exhaled slowly, calmly waiting for the door to Bartok, the god of death, to open to him amidst the tearing sensation in his chest.

Yet the first to come to meet him was not the messenger of death.

A tall young man in a blue jacket and cane had appeared at some point on the edge of the floating wreckage under the cool glow of the World’s Creation.

A section of pitch-black chains extended from near the tall man’s occipital bone, floating in midair amidst a shroud of soot, while a bizarre creature that seemed to be formed from the soot and had the silhouette of a jellyfish floated silently at the end of the chains.

(End of chapter)