Chapter 423 – Seeing in the Darkness
Chapter 423: Seen in the Darkness
How did the key get into the hands of the first consul?
This is the question that Agatha is most concerned about at this moment – because no matter which historical record, whether from the perspective of the Queen’s supporters or from the perspective of the present-day authorities of the city-state, there is one thing that is consistent in the description of the “uprising” or “rebellion” that took place half a century ago, and that is the relationship between the Queen of Frost and the uprising. The description of the “uprising” or “rebellion” half a century ago, whether from the perspective of the Queen’s supporters or from the perspective of today’s city-state authorities, is consistent in one point, that is, there is an irreconcilable contradiction between the Queen of Frost and the rebels.
The two sides were enemies, without any possibility of understanding or cooperation, not to mention any “inheritance” relationship – then why did the key of Queen Rae Nora come into the hands of the city-state consul? And Winston even called it a “curse” and a “gift”?
In rapid thought, Agatha lowered her head and gazed into Winston’s eyes, “There’s another truth to the uprising back then – was there an agreement between the Frost Queen and the insurgents ……”
“Not such a dramatic twist, Lady Gatekeeper, although it does sound like a good story – the mad ruler of a city-state and the leader of the rebel army sympathizing with each other, using a great uprising that could end the chaos of the previous dynasty to complete the transfer of power and responsibility, screenwriters and novelists would love this The writers and novelists would love this, but unfortunately, there is no such warmth in the real history.
“The Great Uprising was bound to happen, the tear between the Mad Queen and her Frost subjects is irreparable, she was once great but her failure at the Subterranean Project has pushed the city-state to the brink of collapse, the Primarch’s rise against the Queen was for the survival of more people, there was no room for peaceful dialog between them from the beginning.
“But you are not wrong about one thing, there is indeed some sort of ‘tacit understanding’ between the Queen and the insurgents – the Queen knows that her overthrow is an inevitable end, and the insurgents know that the Queen’s madness is by no means just a case of ‘insanity’, she must have a lot of secrets.
“So, the night before the execution, the leader of the rebel army, the first consul, approached the imprisoned queen, and he tried to figure out what the secrets she was hiding were.
“So the Queen gave him the key and told him – just wait until the execution was over, until her life was over, and the man with the key in his hand would naturally know everything.”
Winston paused, a mocking and helpless expression on his face, and he lowered his head, staring at the brass key in his hand, and spoke after a long time with a bitter smile, “Do you know what the last words she said to the leader of the righteous army were? This was never described in the history books of later generations, and the words were only known to the successive consuls.
“‘I tried my best, you think you can, fine, so now it’s your turn’-those were her words after the first consul received the key.”
“…… All choices have a price.” Agatha sighed softly as she listened to this untold history.
“Ms. Gatekeeper,” Winston suddenly looked up with an odd smile and held the brass key up, “would you like to try it? Take the key and look at the landscape that Rae Nora once saw?”
Agatha was suddenly a little hesitant, she stared dead at the key handed over by Winston, feeling her heart, which was already squirming slowly, thumping once again, a low pressure spreading over from that key, which seemed to condense half a century’s worth of darkness and malice – however, after a few seconds of silence and hesitation, she still inhaled a soft breath and reached out toward that key.
A slightly cold touch came from her fingertips.
In the next second, uncountable phantoms suddenly surged out of the boundless darkness, and fragments of misplaced light and shadow swept in like a storm, filling Agatha’s sanity, and amidst this frantic onslaught of fragments of information, a scene of phantoms began to flash in her mind-
In the endless darkness of the deep sea, some kind of huge and horrible dark limb was slowly growing and growing;
Ancient and chilling gazes looked out from the deep sea to the city-state, coldly scanning the earthly beings like unnameable ancient gods;
Dark and ghastly substances overflowed and surged upward from the deep sea, transforming into replicas of the real world, and in the transformation of the real and the imaginary, those substances sometimes transformed into shadows and sometimes into entities, and the boundless deep sea was densely crowded with chaotic and filthy figures looking up at the city-state with empty gazes;
And in an even more distant place, even darker and deeper under the sea, the whole world, the whole infinite sea, under hundreds of city states, are all shadows and shadows, as if the world of the old days was sunk in that infinite darkness, and abominations were bred from the ancient corpses, and kept on rising up, kept on rising up ……
And in the depths of these countless visions, Agatha could always feel a certain “gaze” – not a gaze, not any kind of will with a clear source, she felt as if she were being watched by the years themselves, something older than history, bigger than the city-state, even as if she were being watched by the years themselves. Something older than history, more massive than the city-state, even as if from the deepest part of the world …… was watching her.
There was no emotion in that gaze, no malice or goodwill; He simply stared, as a soulless shell staring at an uninvited guest who had ignorantly intruded on the truth, and said indifferently.
“Oh, there you are.”
“Boom!”
Agatha felt a rumbling in the depths of her consciousness, and what was left of her sanity caused her to scramble upward through those countless layers of iterative visions, and in the process, her own senses and thoughts were suppressed to their limits – she could sense that there was more information, more fragments of thought surrounding itself, which might even contain Queen Rae-Nora left behind will or words, yet she could neither see nor understand them.
By the time she regained the initiative of this body again, all the visions were over, and she opened her eyes in the dark chaos to see Consul Winston still in front of her eyes, even holding the last gesture of handing the brass key to her – and only a second of time seemed to have passed.
One was back in this weird creeping dark space …… Wait, no, something had changed! Agatha suddenly noticed the bizarre change that had appeared in her field of vision and instantly raised her head in horror, looking around herself.
The darkness in all directions seemed to subside a lot more than at the beginning, while those in the darkness slowly writhing, deformation of the black invisible things seem to gradually cohesion, illusion of a solid body, in the continuous writhing between the real and the virtual, she even saw a lot of things from the surrounding space out of thin air spread out of the things – they look as if the dry branches of the tree They looked like dry tree branches, but their scale was densely filled with the entire space, black “branches” in the nothingness of each other bridging, cohesion, a weak flash of light wandering between them, just like ……
In the steam pipe was fast transported by the rapid pieces of the capsule warehouse.
And in the depths of this complex network of “branches” like thorn bushes, through the layers and layers of phantoms, Agatha saw a huge …… limb.
That is a strong limb like a tentacle, its huge scale is like a huge pillar supporting the world, the surface of the huge pillar is covered with dark blue lines, the patterns formed by those lines …… look like countless pairs of eyes.
Mental pollution? Illusion? Madness Critical?
Agatha’s mind quickly flashed through countless thoughts, she immediately closed her eyes, but found that the “giant pillar” that supported the earth and the sky still remained in her field of vision, she tried to pray to the God of Death and use divine magic to stabilize her own will, but found that she was lucid, and there was no sign of being eroded at all.
After several swift emergency dispositions had failed, she realized one thing-
She had not gone mad, but had seen a “landscape” of some unknown location, whether it was real or not, while she was sane and lucid.
She stood there in the midst of this magnificent and terrifying “landscape”, as if she had lost her train of thought, until Consul Winston’s voice pulled her back: “Oh, it looks like you saw it.”
The middle-aged consul said, slowly raising his head and softly sighing, “It’s spectacular, isn’t it?”
Agatha hesitantly lowered her head, and then noticed that what Winston was “leaning on” was not a stump at all – it was actually part of the massive “tree branch” structure around it, a section of tree that extended from the end of the It was actually part of the huge “tree branch” structure around him, a section that extended out from the tree branch, and there was also a vague black structure on top of it, spreading all the way to the deepest part of the weird space.
“This …… these branches ……”
“This is the thinking of the ancient gods, materialized in the vision of us mortals is this appearance,” Winston said faintly, “you just touch the key for the first time, can see very little yet, but I have already spent more than ten years with this key… . it has told me far more than you can imagine.”
Agatha was like falling into a phantom dream, sluggishly comprehending Winston s words, subconsciously repeating, “Ancient God s …… thinking?”
“Isn’t it incredible? These tree branch-like things are not real, what you see is most likely just a thought that the gods flashed at a certain moment, and that thought is then strongly imprinted here, transforming into the massive structure you see in your eyes – oh, don’t try to decipher something from it, don’t try to understand the laws of those flashes of light passing through, you’ll go crazy! go mad.”
Agatha’s head snapped around, “Someone went crazy from that?”
“There is,” Winston laughed, “Have you forgotten? Her name is Rae Nora ……”
Agatha was speechless for a moment, and it was a few more seconds before she spoke softly, “And what was that thing beyond …… the ‘Thorn Bush’?”
“It’s the Profound Holy Lord,” Winston said faintly, “a small part of Him, the part that pierces the city-state.”
(End of chapter)