Chapter 206 Acceleration
Chapter 206 Acceleration
Maurice sat on the first floor of the antique store and waited with total tension for the time to pass.
Outside the window at the moment is still torrential rain, cold wind howling, the sound of the wind and rain after the doors and windows of the resistance and weakened into a more disturbing strange whistling, like a storm lapping the lonely island of the waves over and over again from all directions, and not far away from the window, has not been able to see the scenery of the opposite side of the street.
Nina and Shirley had also come to the first floor, and the two girls ran near the window, nervously and uneasily looking out at the storm, whispering something now and then.
The mysterious lady named “Alice” does not seem to have this kind of nervousness at all, she is also looking out the window, but in her eyes there is only curiosity and pleasure, a kind of …… pleasure that Maurice can not understand.
“The scenery in the city state is really interesting,” Alice suddenly spoke, in the sound of the wind and rain, her sudden voice with an inexplicable magnetic and penetrating, “but I see that you all seem to be very nervous look …… Is it scary? ?”
“Ms. Alice you’re not afraid?” Nina asked curiously as she heard the movement over here and twisted her head.
“Not afraid, it’s fun,” Alice smiled up, reservedly shaking her head gently, “And Mr. Duncan will fix everything.”
“Miss Alice, do you know what’s going on?” Nina bit her lip and asked boldly, looking into Alice’s eyes at the beautiful lady who had met her uncle at some point and seemed to be on good terms with him, but whom she had never met, “You seem …… to trust Uncle Duncan? ”
“I trust him a lot,” Alice spoke rightfully, “I don’t know what went wrong, and Mr. Duncan will sort it out in the end anyway.”
Her overly frank and forthright attitude instead left Nina momentarily stumped as to how to continue the conversation, and just then an extraordinarily loud clap of thunder exploded just outside the window, the sudden loud noise startling everyone and interrupting the sounds of conversation in the store.
Shirley and Nina subconsciously covered their ears and scrunched their necks, but Maurice seemed to sense something after a short stunned moment and looked up sharply at the window.
“Vanna’s back ……”
The old man muttered, followed by a repeat, this time raising his voice: “Vanna’s back!”
“You mean the Inquisitor?” Sherry turned her head in surprise when she heard Maurice suddenly yell, “What happened to that Inquisitor? What come back or not?”
Morris, however, ignored Shirley, as he didn’t know where to explain this, he just suddenly took a long breath of relief, even though it was just the misplaced and split memories in his mind that suddenly became consolidated out of thin air, it was as if he had seen a ray of sunshine on this stormy day, and his entire being settled down.
The old man reached out and picked up the teacup next to him.
At this moment, he even felt that even this cup of tea that was difficult to swallow became …… a little bit better.
……
The wall of ghostly green fire faded, and the dim underground sanctuary was restored to its previous appearance, with only the last cluster of embers remaining floating silently beside Duncan, allowing him to see into this place in the darkness.
Vanna had left “this side” and was now on the other side of the curtain.
She was a beacon, clearly tracing the path through the curtain for Duncan, who could sense how she had left the place – and could confirm that his thoughts had been validated.
He exhaled softly and looked up to where Vanna had last been a moment ago.
“…… There’s one thing to be said for that, that jump splat was real scary.”
He muttered softly and turned towards the entrance to the underground sanctuary again, coming near the closed door.
The gate had already been reclosed, and a bruised and battered body was sitting limply against it, holding her torso against the door, a longsword clutched in her hand, and sword marks and blood smeared all around her.
In the crisscrossing sword marks, the nun used her last strength to carve the number “1885”, which was vaguely recognizable.
The cycle goes on as usual.
History had already solidified here, and Vanna’s intervention did not stop the cycle of this closed space-time from continuing, although she was indeed very powerful, she did not have the ability to interfere with the operation of space-time.
Duncan stood quietly beside the nun for a moment, then slowly reached out his hand, and it was then that the nun’s body suddenly stirred, and she slowly raised her head, her weak eyes barely holding open as she gazed curiously and perplexedly at the uninvited guest in front of her.
“…… Oh, as I had previously judged, you are not dead at this moment against the gate,” Duncan met the nun’s gaze, his tone calm, “is there anything you wish to say?”
“…… I had a brief dream, I dreamed that a sister of battle appeared here, she tried to put me to rest in this cycle, but she failed,” the nun said softly, “… . she really did come, didn’t she?”
“She did her best, but it was not her area of expertise – now she returns to her battlefield,” Duncan bent down and placed his hand gently on the hilt of the nun’s longsword, a tiny spark of ethereal green jumping around his fingertips and traveling around the edge of the longsword like water , “I’ll take over the rest.”
“…… Are you also a guardian of the city-state?” The nun no longer seemed to have the strength to fully open her eyes, she dropped her eyelids and murmured softly, half asleep, “I have not seen you ……” “I am not,” Duncan shook his head gently, “but for the time being I can be.”
The nun, however, seemed to no longer hear him; her eyelids closed completely, as if she were slowly stepping into a dream, and in the last moments before this eternal slumber descended upon her, her lips parted, and she whispered softly, “…… Please bear witness… …”
“I bear witness.”
Ghostly green flames rose into the air, accompanying Duncan’s words, suddenly sweeping everything in his sight, the nun with her longsword, and the blood around her, all turned into flying ash in the flames, and under his conscious manipulation, all the power of this place that involved the transcendent was completely stripped away in this incineration.
The flame burned out, not only burned out the remains of a body, but also burned out the closed cycle of time and space, in the dim underground sanctuary, only a little tiny sparks jumped on the ground, like a trickle of water swimming in the sword marks, and burned out the “1885” string of numbers before finally disappearing.
Duncan waited for this to end before shaking his head slightly and sighing, then stepping forward to pull open the door that led to the above-ground structure of the chapel.
For the first time since 1885, the door had been opened from inside the underground sanctuary.
Duncan picked his way up the long staircase to the above-ground portion of the chapel, and he made his way through the collapsed and tumbled main hall, past the rows of discarded pews and ash-strewn floors, and out into the street.
Ghostly green flames emerged like phantoms, converging and molding in the air around him, spreading and burning all the way outward with his footsteps, and again, the spiritual fires that had been spreading inside this curtain before sensed their master’s proximity, and resonated and converged, and began to blaze up in this chapel.
When Duncan stepped out of the door and looked back at the chapel, this entire building had already been enveloped in an imposing spiritual fire.
And further out of sight, in all corners of the neighborhood, in the neighboring neighborhoods, and even at the end of the city-state, clump after clump of spiritual fire was also jumping, spreading, and blooming into torches of all sizes, and gradually stretching into pieces.
Those were the spiritual fires that suddenly turned into “activation” after sensing Duncan’s appearance on the inside of the curtain.
Without realizing it, they had spread to such a wide range.
While these flames were burning, Duncan sensed that something was awakening in the city-state – hissing noises were heard, ashes and smoke were writhing and undulating in the streets and alleys, and crimson flames were rising from everywhere, seemingly aggressively.
Duncan lifted his head and looked in a certain direction deep within the city-state, “It may be a little late to be on edge.”
……
On the Lost Country, Duncan pushed open the door to the captain’s bedchamber, he strutted over to the navigation table and propped his hands on the table to look at the charts, his voice low, “How far is it to the city-state?”
“Oh, great Captain, less than two days’ journey left,” came Goathead’s attentive voice immediately, “Theoretically we’re now in danger of hitting a merchant ship running business between the city-state routes or a naval patrol vessel… …”
Duncan listened to Goathead’s ramblings and didn’t interrupt, just silently calculating something, then suddenly got up and left the sailing table, pushed open the door to the captain’s cabin and headed out.
Goathead’s surprised voice came from behind him, “Ah, what are you going to do, Captain?”
Duncan was already striding out of the captain’s room as he crossed the aft deck and walked up that staircase to the platform above the back of the captain’s room, answering casually in his head, “I’m taking the helm myself next.”
“…… Aye! Captain!”
The goat’s head responded loudly, and in the next second, Duncan felt the entire hull of the Lost Country tremble slightly, and in his perception, it was as if the ship had suddenly become “active”, and every living part seemed to be energized.
When he gripped the helm, the ship, which had already been prepared, immediately entered its best state – the translucent sails of the spirit body further filled up, the taut cables trembled in the air, the hull of the ship made a low murmur as the waves lapped at it, and the sea around the ship seemed to be pulled by inexplicable forces, as if the waves were trying to push the ship forward, and the ship’s body shook slightly, as if it were trying to push the ship forward. as if they were trying to push the ship forward in waves!
The speed of the Lost Country ship steeply accelerated.
Feeling the distance between himself and the body in the antique store continue to draw closer, Duncan gently exhaled.
But suddenly, an inexplicable feeling surfaced again from the bottom of his heart.
It was a subtle sense of being detected from afar, of being seen as a “target”.
It was as if, at the moment he took the helm, something had suddenly sensed the ship’s existence and was heading straight this way.
Duncan frowned and looked in the direction the subtle perception had come from, while at almost the same moment he heard Goathead’s voice ringing in his head:
“Captain, the Sea Mist has appeared near us.”
(End of chapter)