Chapter 189 – The Epileptic

Chapter 189 – The Epileptic Man
The clues seemed to string together.

There are traces of contamination in the history of Prand, there are twisted and closed space-time boundary points in the chapel in the sixth neighborhood, and the icon of the Storm Goddess hides a weird subspace rift, and subspace …… can contaminate everything except subspace.

Shirley is one of the people who remembers the fire back then, when the fire burned, she should have died like everyone else, but she confusedly merged with a Phantom Hound and survived, and she retains the memories of that year’s fire when everyone’s perceptions suffered distortions due to historical contamination.

Now, a group of Endbringers have attacked Shirley–subspace-worshipping fanatics who are delusional, ridiculous, but never deviate from “correct history” and “loopholes”.

Duncan, of course, does not believe in those absurd “reason” in their mouths, and even listen to their “correct history” in the opposite, but there is one thing that is clearly not wrong – these cultists are not related to the history of the city-state of Prand. But one thing is obviously not wrong – these cultists have nothing to do with the phenomenon of history in the city-state of Prand, the subspace power behind them is the culprit, and people like Shirley who remembers that year’s fire …… is the enemy in the eyes of this group of fanatics who try to contaminate the reality with the wrong history.

But not all questions are explained.

How did these nutcases suddenly find this “loophole” in Shirley? What does historical contamination have to do with the Black Sun? The Black Sun does not have the ability to contaminate history, so what role did the “Sun God” play in this matter? And most importantly ……

Nina, the suspected carrier of the sun’s fragments, will also be targeted by these cultists?
Duncan looked at the three crazy preachers of the end of the cold eyes, slightly raised his finger – a cluster of green fire suddenly lit on one of them, the flame scorched the body of the cultists can be regarded as “transcendent objects”, he suddenly screamed and curled up on the ground, and also made the other cultists scream and curl up. He suddenly screamed and crumpled to the ground, and the other Endbringers were suddenly silenced.

“Fire …… blasphemous fire ……” one of the cultists stared blankly, even the insane and painless subspace follower, at the sight of the green flames actually showed a feeling of fear. Fear, “Blasphemy, blasphemy …… blasphemy ah!”

“If you don’t want to burn in flames, continue to cooperate with my questions,” Duncan caused flames to flare up everywhere on the deck, a web of fire intertwined horizontally and horizontally encircling the three cultists, scorching their spirits and bodies, “I ask you, how exactly did you pollute history? Did it start in the sixth block?”

“We are putting history back on track!” Even though they were intimidated by the spectral flames, the Final Preachers actually still didn’t forget that rhetoric, and one of them craned his neck and shouted, “The sixth block …… The sixth block was just a failed attempt, but that’s nothing, nothing… …”

Block 6 was just a failed attempt?

Duncan immediately frowned as the other party did not answer honestly, yet still revealed some vital information!

Firstly, the fire back then was indeed the work of this group of subspace followers, and not simply a fire triggered by the present of the sun shard, as he had thought at first, and secondly, it seemed that the attempt of these cultists to pollute the history had not been completely successful – the fire eleven years ago had not had the desired effect!

Immediately afterward, another key year number suddenly occurred to him – 1885.

That was the number Vanna had found underneath the chapel, pointing to the year when the chapel’s nuns had died in battle, and, theoretically, the time when that chapel had been invaded by subspace forces.

And that fire eleven years ago broke out in 1889, the fourth year after that nun died in battle.

In other words, it was only in the fourth year after the invasion of the chapel that these preachers of the Last Days created the fire of 1889 – a fire they called a “failed attempt”.

A timeline seemed to dawn on Duncan.

“You actually failed twice,” Duncan said with a pensive face, gazing at the final preacher who was being scorched by the spectral flames, “In 1885, you invaded a small church to use it as a point of origin to spread the contamination of history, but one of the nuns sabotaged your plan with her life by taking the ‘invasion’ of that year and putting it in the hands of the ‘invaders’. s ‘invasion’ and her own ‘death’ sealed off in an underground sanctuary;
“Four years later, in 1889, you carried out a second plan to create a fire in the sixth neighborhood where the chapel was located, trying to override reality with a branch of history in which ‘the city-state was destroyed by fire,’ but again failing, the fire was wiped out of the trail by an unknown force, and did not continue to burn ……

“Then you lurked in the city-state until today, looking for an opportunity to continue this plan, until you discovered the loophole that is Shirley, and believing that the failure of that year’s plan had something to do with her survival, you wanted to get rid of this ‘hidden danger’ first?” The spectral flames burned brightly, the Final Preacher huddled in the flames, even his pain-unafraid flesh seemed to have trouble resisting the agony of this direct burning of his soul, yet the man of madness did not have the slightest intention of answering the question, instead, he slowly grinned as he looked at Duncan with a creepy grin.

“You don’t need to answer, I can see the answer in your eyes – you’re mocking and resenting, which means I’m right,” Duncan, however, didn’t care about the other’s provocation, but just calmly continued, “Next I have another question …… What exactly is the connection between you and that ‘black sun’ that started the fires of 1889 by a fragment of the sun …… Did you make that fragment? ”

The Terminal Preacher remained silent.

Duncan spread the flames over the other two, watching them curl up in the fire, twitching, and still not getting a single word of answer.

“If you won’t talk, I’ll have to guess,” Duncan sighed, waving his hand to disperse the flames – he had realized that this mere “pain” meant nothing to these subspace-embracing fanatics. I’m guessing that you have some kind of cooperation with the Sun Believers… no, maybe with the ‘Sun Heirs’ behind those Believers? You help those sun children to revive their ‘Lord’, and the way to revive …… is to summon the sun from ‘history’?”

Looking at the few cultists who remained silent, Duncan paused only briefly before continuing, “Early in the New City-State Calendar, there was an unknown city-state known only by name as ‘Wilhelm’, and the last word left of this city-state to the world was ‘The Black Sun descended from history’…… So this isn’t the first time you’ve done this, is it, summoning suns from history that should have been extinguished …… So the very process of summoning them is the greatest contamination of history, isn’t it? ”

When all the trivial clues were suddenly put together, when all the lines were gradually connected into one, and those things that had been unfathomable and even unbelievable became conceivable facts, Duncan’s imagination and memory were running at high speed at this moment, and those things that were known, unknown, and knowable were gradually transformed into clear trajectories in his mind.

Of course, there were still a lot of unexplainable questions – such as how on earth did this group of final preachers hook up with the Sun Cult, such as what exactly did they use to summon the sun from history, such as whether those ordinary Sun Cultists and clerics knew these secrets of the upper echelons, all of which he still didn’t have the answers to.

And even for those things he had just thought of, a lot of them were only based on speculation, and since the few Final Preachers in front of him didn’t admit to it, then he lacked crucial evidence.

The spiritual flames on the deck gradually converged, and finally only a wall of fire around the three cultists remained, Duncan stood in front of the flames, looking down on the “preachers” with an expressionless face.

“You’re not the only ones who have infiltrated the city-state, are you?

“Where are the others hiding? What are you going to do next? Continue to eliminate the ‘loopholes’ as you call them? Or are you waiting for a chance to start a bigger contamination?

“Still refuse to answer?”

One by one, Duncan’s questions were thrown out, and finally, one of the cultists stirred.

The skinny, bony berserker slowly tugged at the corners of his mouth and looked up at Duncan, his voice hoarse and slurred, “We are not hidden in the so-called city-states …… We are hidden in this accursed and twisted, long overdue history …… It began and it will not end …… What the Firebringer could not do, neither can you, ‘Mr. Captain’……”

The corners of this cultist’s mouth widened into a chilling smile, his voice low, as if with compulsion and chill, “I just saw it, your humanity is piercing, where did you pick it up?”

Duncan’s eyes changed slightly at once, he stepped forward, his voice menacing and suppressed, “What do you mean?”

“…… Have a nice day, Mr. Captain,” the preacher looked as if he had suddenly changed, from a maniacal believer to a polite citizen, he slowly climbed to his feet and sat hunched on the deck, but his eyes seemed to cross over to Duncan and scan the this huge and cold Lost Country ship, “Ah …… the Promised Land, the Ark of Promise ……”

(End of chapter)