Chapter 37: Rotation of life and death
Chapter 37: Rotation of Life and Death
The twilight bells and whistles representing the alternation of day and night echoed faintly through the deep, damp ramps and shafts of the dark, cramped sewers, and this signal of approaching night added to the frustration of the cultists holed up in the abandoned lounge.
One of them was gravely ill, gravely ill for reasons unknown, and now he was going to die – die in this dimly lit underworld.
“He’s still alive ……,” said one of the cultists hesitantly, glancing at his “compatriot” lying on the floor and seeing that his eyes were half-open, half-closed, and his eyeballs were slowly rotating in their sockets. This unlucky guy can still hear the surrounding movement, but he no longer have enough strength to open his eyes.
“Only alive now, too,” the other cultist’s voice trailed off, “the twilight bells have rung, and he can’t die in this room – the Lord’s shelter will bless him with a peaceful sleep in the darkness. ”
The man lying on the floor twitched his fingers, he obviously understood his situation, he didn’t want to die like this, but death was already biting at his shadow, and for the moment it seemed that his dear “fellow Suns” were already thinking about removing this “hidden danger” before the real death came. “Hidden Danger” out of the shelter before the real death.
Extremely depressing silence enveloped the room, so that the dying person’s faint breathing became clearly audible, after an unknown period of time, the black-robed person who cursed the Storm Church before suddenly broke the silence: “Wait a little longer, at least …… when the person just breathed his last, there will not be an immediate change. change occurs.”
“…… Then let’s wait a little longer,” the black-robed congregation member with a low voice loosened up somewhat, he glanced at the man who was struggling to breathe, and couldn’t help but mutter again, “But why did he have a sudden onset? Are you sure this is just a normal attack?”
“I know him …… He runs a nearly closed antique store in the lower city, the kind where all the stores are fake,” a nearby congregation member who hadn’t said much spoke up, “He was already sick, his health never got better. It’s probably because he spent too much time in the sewers and was in shock before that his condition worsened.”
Listening to the explanation of the person next to him, the black-robed religious man with a low voice finally relaxed a little bit – although he was not a noble “magus”, but he had also converted to the sun for many years, and was now more or less considered an “expert” who knew a lot of occult knowledge, and he knew very well that he was not a “magus”. Expert”, he knew how many long-term and hidden dangers would remain after a failed sacrifice ceremony, and every believer who had participated in that sacrifice ceremony might become the “carrier” of these hidden dangers. …… may be such a “carrier”.
If there is not “the sun’s people are all hands and feet” constraints, coupled with the side of a few ruthless believers watching, he would have thrown this unlucky guy into the vast darkness of the outside.
After a long period of silence, this black-robed religious man suddenly made a move, he took out a light golden amulet from his bosom, and stuffed it into the chest of the dying “compatriot”.
“What are you ……” a nearby member of the congregation opened his mouth curiously.
“This sacred talisman was exchanged from the Messenger at great cost to me,” he said in a low voice, his tone tinged with sincerity, “May the grace of the Lord protect our handiwork, and the light of the sun may save him from further erosion in the darkness.”
The two members of the congregation next to him were in no doubt, and looking with admiration at the churchman who had “given” the talisman, they clasped their hands in a fist on their brow, and reverently murmured, “The children of the sun are all hands and feet… …… “
The black-robed man with the low voice also put his hand in a fist on his brow and chanted in a low voice: “The people of the Sun are all hands and feet.”
……
After the sun had completely fallen below sea level, the starless, moonless sky once again appeared before Duncan, a pale rift stretching across the heavens, illuminating the Infinite Sea, and the Lost Country, which was sailing on the sea, with a clear, cold light.
Duncan stood near the aft deck of the ship, he withdrew his gaze to the sky and sighed slightly.
No matter how many times he looked, it was impossible for him to see the stars that were never there in the pale, cold light.
But compared to the last time he saw this starless night, his mood today appeared much better.
On the one hand, it was because he had already accepted all the weirdness of this world and was actively adapting to today’s life, and on the other hand, it was because today’s fish was really good.
He was a very optimistic person, and any small improvement in his life was something for him to be happy about – not to mention the fact that there were more gifts from nature than he could have imagined.
At this pace, he would at least be able to improve the living conditions on this boat, even if he couldn’t establish a stable connection with land anytime soon.
Rambling, he turned his head to look at the pigeon that was standing on his shoulder, and casually said with a joking tone: “Do you think …… it would be simpler for me to do something that a pirate captain should do? Like finding a busy shipping lane to rob a house or something ……”
Pigeon cocked his head, and his two eyes were not sure what they were looking at respectively, “Like words like words like words like words ……”
“Also, it’s out of character for me,” Duncan grinned, “And it’s easy to say – you have to at least be able to find a shipping lane with merchant shipping activity to rob a house.”
This vast ocean was empty, and the Lost Country had drifted who knows how far from civilization, and he hadn’t seen another ship in sight since his last collision with the one carrying Anomaly 099 – it was true that if he wanted to rob someone, he wouldn’t know where to look for a victim.
But just then, a voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting Duncan’s rambling thoughts, “Captain, are we going to rob it?”
Duncan followed the voice and saw that Alice was sitting on a very high plank next to him, looking at this side curiously.
Under the glow of the pale scar in the sky, the gothic doll wearing a long court dress was sitting high on the ghost ship, her long mercury-like hair glowing with a cool luster in the night, she sat demurely, with curiosity in her eyes – this scene, after all, seemed like a classical and mysterious painting.
Duncan was a bit surprised for a while – after several times of “real life trivialities”, he almost forgot the elegant and mysterious impression that this doll lady brought to him when she was lying in the wooden box, so that when he saw Alice in a quiet state, he was a bit stunned. Alice in a quiet state, he was actually a bit shocked.
Alice, however, did not know what the captain was thinking, she just asked again curiously: “Captain, are we going to rob?”
This sentence was a bit more damaging to her image. Duncan cried and laughed as he gave the mannequin a look, “Do you like robbing?”
“No,” Alice shook her head, “It sounds rather pointless.”
“But you were the one I ‘mugged’ on the ship.” Duncan reminded her with a grin.
“…… Yeah, too,” Alice said thoughtfully, nodding her head, followed by a question, “So are we going to rob it now?”
“No,” Duncan waved a hand, walking nonchalantly towards his captain’s cabin, “I find looting rather pointless as well – a walk would be more suitable as an after-dinner exercise, by comparison. ”
Duncan made his way back into the captain’s cabin, and after briefly instructing Goathead to take charge of the helm, he entered his bedchamber as he had done last time and closed the door behind him.
He had already decided that he would take his second walk in the spirit world this night.
But unlike last time, this time he would test this ability on the pigeon “Aye”.
A green spark jumped at Duncan’s fingertips, and the moment the flame jumped, the dove that had been skulking on the table disappeared in the blink of an eye, and coalesced again on his shoulder.
Duncan slowly calmed his mind as he felt the connection between Aey and himself, then he recalled the “feeling” he had when he activated the brass compass last time, and began to try to communicate with Aey with the spiritual fire in his hand-
The invisible green flame turned into a thin line and wrapped around Aey’s wings, and in the next second, the white dove was suddenly wrapped in flames!
As the flames burned, the dove’s feathers were transformed into illusory forms, and the rising green flames seemed to reshape its flesh and bones; Aey raised his wings in the flames, and the brass compass hanging on his chest snapped open – a shimmering light on the dial depicting a number of arcane The dial depicting many occult runes shimmered, and the needle in the center pointed straight into the distance after spinning wildly.
The familiar darkness of space appeared in Duncan’s eyes, followed by the familiar streams of light, and countless starry “lights”.
Duncan followed the feeling in his heart and looked towards the stars, searching for the next suitable “target” to contact.
Suddenly, he was drawn to one of the clusters of stars.
He didn’t know if this was the “Captain Duncan’s intuition” that Goathead was always talking about, but he decided to follow it – no matter who was behind the starlight, now he had a connection with Captain Duncan.
……
In the abandoned sewers at the edge of the city-state of Prand, the few Sun God cultists who had managed to escape from the church guards were silent in their speechlessness.
While the world above ground had fallen into deep night, the underground world was sheltered by only a faint cluster of lights in the abandoned room.
Even the most ferocious and inhuman cultists would feel nervous terror in this gradually looming darkness.
Next to him on the ragged floor, the dying man was about to breathe his last.
Listening to that gradually low and difficult gasping sound, several pairs of eyes coincidentally looked towards the dying person.
They stared at the “compatriot” on the floor, and everyone knew very well that it was indeed impossible for this person to survive the night.
Thus, under the gaze of several pairs of eyes, the man on the bunk’s chest rose and fell for the last time – he exhaled his last breath.
“May the sun continue to shine on your soul in the darkness,” beside him, the black-robed religious man with a low voice said slowly, and immediately afterward, he waved his hand, “Take him ……”
In the next second, his words were suddenly choked back.
Before his eyes, the corpse with its eyes tightly closed began to breathe once again.
(Time to push the book, this time the title is “My Anime King Story is really no problem”, from a certain book lover’s work, the content can probably be guessed by looking at the name? Directly paste the synopsis:
Xia Yu is an ordinary otaku with an ACG encyclopedia system who crosses over into a parallel world where ACG culture is very barren, and aspires to spread ACG culture throughout the world and make the flag of secondary yuan planted all over the globe.
Starting from the “Elf Pokémon” to emerge, then, the East, magical girls, nymphs, LL, V family, Gundam, all kinds of beliefs began to appear.
A new era had dawned.)
(End of chapter)