Chapter 313 – An Invitation from an Old Father

Chapter 313: An Invitation from an Old Father

No one understood what was going on with that line between life and death better than Tirion and his undead sailors.

Bartok, the god of death, has a door that anchors the boundary between life and death. In short, as long as the souls of the living pass through that door, they will arrive at the world of the dead, and that door is a one-way street – in other words, as long as they don’t pass through that door, no matter whether it’s a brief awakening of the corpse or a persistent curse of the undead, they are not really “dead”. In other words, as long as one does not pass through that door, then no matter whether it is a brief awakening of the corpse or a persistent curse of the undead, it is not really “resurrection from the dead.

“There are many people in the world who would confuse the ‘undead’ with the ‘dead’, and even think that the former is a loophole for the Gate of Death,” Tirian said calmly as he looked back at the clamoring sailors in the square. sailors, speaking calmly, “But in reality, they are only rejected by that gate due to the contamination of their souls, and are thus stuck at the border between life and death, if we follow the strict conceptual division of the Church of Death, the ‘undead’ actually belong to the world of the living.”

Duncan didn’t speak for a moment, instead recalling his own experience in that cemetery.

Awakening in a coffin, called “the restless one” by the caretaker of the cemetery; a group of Annihilationists came to steal the body, which they seemed to have expected to move; the shell suddenly disintegrated itself, as if it had “reached a certain limit.” ……

“The Frost may not have actually brought the dead back to life, but it’s likely that people have actually witnessed dead people appearing in the city, and it’s highly likely that a group of Annihilists are behind these events,” Duncan said slowly after a few moments of contemplation, “it’s just not clear how much they’ve infiltrated, or what they’re trying to do. It’s just not clear how much they’ve infiltrated, or what they’re up to.”

“Annihilists?” Tirion was taken aback, he didn’t expect this to be related to cultists all of a sudden, “How are you sure it’s related to them?”

“They had attempted to take a corpse from the city-state cemetery, and appeared to be well-prepared, even anticipating in advance that the corpse would move – although the actual situation in the end was a little bit different from what they had anticipated.”

Tirian listened with a blank stare, and looked at his father with some suspicion, “How did you …… come to know this information? And in such detail ……”

“That corpse was me.”

Tirian: “…… Huh?”

“An evening walk is all it was, and I happened to run into body thieves,” Duncan didn’t explain in detail, “That’s not important, what’s important is whether or not the events behind these ‘return of the dead’ incidents are in turn related to the one beneath the Frost ‘Deep Sea’ has something to do with it.”

“The return of the dead and the ‘deep sea’?” Tirion frowned, it was true that he had never associated these two events together, and at this time, hearing his father suddenly mention it, he could not help but be a bit puzzled, “Why do you say that? Between these two things ……”

“It’s simple, the shell I ‘temporarily’ used had a weird disintegration phenomenon at the end, and the state presented during the disintegration process was very similar to the ‘replica’ that appeared from the Subterranean Abyss program you described. ”

“A state in disintegration?” Tirion’s tone was surprised, followed by doubt, “But …… the replica of the Subterranean Plan came from the bottom of the ocean a thousand meters below, how could the dead in the city-state be related to there ……”

He paused, the expression on his face becoming complex and grave, only to raise his head a moment later, “Could it be that the power of that ‘replication’ has already spread through the city-state, and those cultists you mentioned are the promoters? But there shouldn’t be any involvement between the Annihilation Cultists and the Deep Sea ……”

While listening to Tirion’s self-talk, Duncan suddenly thought of something else.

In the deepest part of the Obsidian ship, in the mouth of “Captain Christo”, that small piece of flesh and blood that contained the scent of the Holy Lord of the Deep!
If that ghost ship is really from the deep sea below the frost, if that Captain Christo (regardless of whether he is a replica or the body) really had contact with the Profound Holy Lord …… then the Annihilationists in the city-state have something to do with the deep sea!

Tirion looked curiously at the figure in the ice, “Father, what are you thinking?”

“How much do you know about the Profound Holy Lord? And about the Annihilationists?” Duncan asked, suddenly looking up, “How much have you dealt with them?”

“Not much – the Annihilists are not as mysterious as the Final Preachers, but they are also a low-key and secretive group, and they are obsessed with researching and ‘purifying’ themselves with demonic knowledge, and generally don’t talk to outsiders. themselves, and generally don’t get involved with outsiders.”

Tirian shook his head and continued, “As for the Profound Holy Lord …… I’ve heard that His realm is equal to that of a god, but does not have the authority of a god, and in the few descriptions of the information, He is a huge hunk of meat prostrate in the deepest depths of the Profound Realm, using countless wrists and feet to guard a large rift leading to subspace, but there is also a saying that He is a huge piece of meat prostrate in the deepest depths of the Profound Realm, using countless wrists and feet to guard a large rift leading to subspace. rift, but there are also accounts mentioning that He was actually stuck on that rift, and that some great power sealed it there ……

“Information in this regard has always been vague and bizarre; after all, earthly mortals have almost no means of observing the Profound Realm, and all research in this area has been based on indirect observations of projections from the Spirit World as well as soul-torturing of certain Annihilationists.”

Speaking of this, Tirian couldn’t help but ask curiously again, “Why are you suddenly asking about the Profound Holy Lord?”

“In the deepest part of the Obsidian, I found a small piece of flesh and blood, which most likely came from the Profound Holy Lord.”

Tirian: “……?”

He’s clearly been shocked more times tonight than his old father was just now when he saw twelve Badika dancers dancing on stage.

“I know you don’t believe it, but it’s true,” Duncan could certainly see the disbelief on Tirian’s face, “I have a Phantom Demon on my side that can help with identification.”

Tirian’s tone was still a bit dazed, “A Spectral Demon? Help with identification?”

“A Phantom Hound – you’ve seen it before,” Duncan said casually, “though you only saw it for a split second at the time.”

Tirian was stunned, as if remembering something, and reached up to touch his forehead.

Duncan nodded, “Yes, that’s it.”

Tirian didn’t know what to say.

Duncan, on the other hand, lifted his eyes and glanced over Tirian’s shoulder in the direction of the square.

After a few rounds of dancing, it was time for the dancers to rest, even if they had taken potions in advance. “It is time for the conversation to end,” Duncan said suddenly, “This one seems more complicated than either you or I thought, and it is difficult to draw any conclusions from just such a discussion through a layer of mirrors.”

“What do you mean ……”

“I will send a messenger there, who will bring you aboard the Lost Country, where we can more easily talk about things, and where you can see with your own eyes what I’ve brought out from the depths of the Obsidian.”

To the Lost Country ship?

Despite the fact that it was an invitation with a calm tone, Tirian couldn’t help but feel an instant chill and tension.

He tried to control the change in his expression, but the instant reaction in his eyes still fell on Duncan.

“If you don’t want to, I can just go over there,” the voice in the ice said faintly, “but that would require you to prepare yourself with your own men first.”

Tirion’s expression tightened a little.

Traveling to the Lost Country himself, or having the Lost Country drive into the base of the Sea Mist Fleet?

Either option seemed a bit of a challenge to achieve in life.

But after a brief weighing of the options, he made his decision with reason.

“You send a messenger, it would be more convenient for me to go over there.”

Tirion looked frankly at his father in the ice.

Reason told himself that his father had really taken back his humanity, so even the Lost Country ship …… returning from subspace was theoretically not a menacing forbidden place.

What is there that can not be passed?

If you go there yourself, you only need to do some mental preparation yourself, but if you let the Lost Country ship drive directly into the mother harbor, then you are not the only one who needs to do mental preparation.

All it would take was fighting off a little nervous instinct.

“That’s good,” Duncan nodded, seemingly satisfied with Tirian’s answer, then he took a slight half step backward, his figure then quickly darkening and blurring in the ice, “I’ll leave you then, there’s still some business to attend to, so I’ll let you know before the courier departs. ”

Tirian bent slightly before the ice that was gradually returning to its normal state, waiting until the last trace of the green flame had dissipated before he straightened up again.

He then settled himself and turned in the direction of the square.

In the plaza, the latter part of the night’s clamor had not yet ceased, with undead sailors either gorging themselves on food and drink or laughing uncontrollably, and a few ruffians closer to the stage attempting to whistle at the dancers on the stage – only to make comical noises due to leaks in their mouths or throats.

On the stage, the dancers had finished their performance, and they stood in a line under the command of the foreman, as if waiting for the next order to disperse, and a few of the young girls seemed to shiver a little as the cold wind blew through the gap between the campfire and the windbreak, while gradually a spirit began to emerge in their numb, sluggish eyes.

The effects of the alchemical potion were almost over, and normal feelings would return to their minds.

There were two young girls who gradually brought a little bit of curiosity on their faces, but what gradually surfaced in the eyes of more of them was fear.

A square full of strange undead – even if one had mentally prepared for it in advance, this was not a scene that an average person could carry.

First mate Aiden ran out, he has been paying attention to the movement on the stage, at this time directly to the highest place in the square, pulling the broken voice yelled at those sailors who are still in the clamor: “dispersed dispersed! No more dancing! The scariest looking ones have their faces covered, the ones with missing arms and legs go under the table themselves, and the girls are leaving – get out of the way …… of the path next to the stage Willen! You get under the table! That face of yours scares me when I see it!”

And so the sailors in the square responded with a roar, blocking faces and hiding, making a lot of noise and giggling, while the foreman of the dancers on the stage first looked at the scene with some bewilderment, and then reacted with a hasty and embarrassed salute to Aiden, and hurriedly led the girls off the stage.

The girls with nervous and fearful looks tried to hide themselves behind the others, and hurriedly walked towards the temporary accommodation arranged for them.

There were also two extremely bold girls who deliberately stopped, blinking their eyes curiously at the undead people in the square.

One girl tilted her head as she passed Aiden and smiled, not knowing what to say, and the first mate’s entire body rose up in embarrassment, nearly falling off the high platform.

The dancers from Cold Harbor left the stage.

Aiden also finally noticed Tirion, who had come into the square.

(End of chapter)