Chapter 668 – Reflection in the Eyes

Chapter 668 Eyes Reflected in the Eyes
In the boundless chaos of darkness, at the end of the fragmented continent, the Cyclops carrying the entire earth is watching the ghost ship from close range – the dead for many centuries of the “ancient gods” silently turning the cloudy eye, as if the eye has been briefly revived from the river of years, chasing the intruder into the place of unwelcome guests. It was as if the eye had been briefly revived from the river of years, and was chasing the uninvited guest that had intruded into this place.

Duncan stared at the eye, his body tensed a little bit, even if he would not be affected by the so-called “spiritual pollution”, he could not help but feel a kind of suffocating pressure when he saw this impactful scene – but he did not act rashly, did not try to make any response to the eye, but simply did not make any move. But he didn’t do anything rashly, didn’t try to respond to the eye, but just let the Lost Country ship gradually pass in front of the giant, and watched the eye gradually go away from the stern of the ship after it had reached a limit.

The pale Cyclops did not show any more movement, he still carried the earth on his back, floating in the endless chaotic darkness.

And from behind Duncan, the goat head of the suspected Dreaming Skull spoke abruptly, “The giant was the first to die.”

Duncan snapped his head back and looked at the Dreaming Skull, who was honestly staying on the table.

“What did you say?” He couldn’t help but ask again.

“The giant was the first to die.” The Dreaming Skull repeated the phrase again, its tone and content unchanged in the slightest – and then, no matter how much Duncan inquired, that was all it answered.

Realizing that this was the only response this “broken fragment of an ancient god” could give at the moment, Duncan did not pursue the question any further, but only turned his head thoughtfully to look at the Cyclops that was already fading away from the side of the ship, and only after a long time did he mutter to himself, “Because of the disintegration of the stars, the King of the Pale Giants, Salmir, died in the First Long Night. Salmir died in the first long night ……”

In the boundless darkness outside the porthole, there seemed to be some noise that quietly emerged when he said the name “Salmir”, and then faded away like the wind.

Duncan glanced in the direction of the Cyclops, frowned, and after a brief hesitation took a step toward the door of the captain’s cabin.

Before he pushed the door open, he glanced back at the Dreaming Skull on the navigation table.

The latter was still staring at him, its obsidian eyes empty and dead.

Duncan ignored the disturbing gaze and turned to leave the captain’s cabin.

He crossed the steps that sloped upward on the aft deck to the pilothouse platform located above the captain’s cabin, and walked past the dead, stained, and tattered decks, where the heavy wheel of the rudder awaited him at the end of the platform, swaying slightly from side to side against the dark, subspace backdrop.

It was as if it were a wordless invitation.

Duncan walked toward the darkly colored wheel of the helm and stood in front of it, taking a deep breath.

He was about to do something bold – taking the helm of the crippled Lost Country ship in subspace was only the first step.

After calming himself, he reached out and gripped the helm wheel, and unleashed the power of the flame.

In an instant, the fire spread, an invisible, illusory psychic fire sweeping across the ship in the blink of an eye, then fading into nothingness, Duncan’s senses spreading, and then that familiar feeling of “emptiness” feeding back as the flames spread.

He once again felt the nothingness of this “Lost Country”, felt its phantom-like nature, the flame seems to spread directly in subspace, the only thing that touches is cold and empty.

But this time Duncan was prepared, he did not let the shock of this “nothingness” break the connection with the flame, he ignored the uneasiness of floating in subspace as if he were completely unguarded, and focused more on the wheel in front of him – he tried to give the wheel the power of the “Lost Country”. -he attempted to give the tiller a solidity, and in doing so maneuvered the phantom apparition.

A creaking noise came from beneath the helm wheel, and a slight tremor began to emanate from the entire phantom ship – the sails of the spirit filled up, and invisibly, it was as if cheers were coming from afar, ringing out from all sides.

The captain had returned.

Duncan slowly turned the tiller, and he felt the phantom ship, floating in the darkness, begin to tilt slightly and turn its course in accordance with his control.

An indescribable feeling floated up from the bottom of his heart – he really succeeded in controlling this ghost ship sailing in subspace, and …… he even felt that sailing in subspace was easier and smoother than in the real world.

With that, the Lost Country traced an arc in the darkness, and the ship’s bow turned one hundred and eighty degrees, re-aiming at the celestial debris that seemed to have been torn from a planet – the pale Cyclops that had been far away reappeared in Duncan’s field of vision, and gradually drew closer to this side.

Duncan sailed his ship back to the vicinity of this ancient god once more.

As the Lost Country approached to a certain distance, the cloudy one-eye on the giant’s face did turn again, staring at Duncan in the darkness in silence.

Duncan, however, seemed completely unconcerned by the gaze – in his previous close encounters, he had already noticed that the eye’s gaze did not affect him at all in the slightest, and he was more interested in gathering more information at the moment than the feeling of nervousness and unease that came with being watched.

The Lost Country slowly drew closer to the Cyclops’ face, and the cloudy one-eye grew larger and larger in Duncan’s field of vision, to the point where it eventually took up almost the entire size of the side of the ship.

Duncan brought the ship to a stop in this position, then released the tiller wheel and stepped near the side of the ship, scrutinizing the eye.

The giant’s eye was slightly angled, its empty pupil turned towards him, the single eye of the decaying dead had clouded over as if a pale haze covered the interior of the eye, and Duncan saw his own figure reflected on the surface of that haze, hazy and illusory.

“…… What are you looking at?” Out of some indefinable state of mind, Duncan suddenly spoke softly. But he didn’t get a response – the giant was indeed dead, and the rotating eyeballs seemed to be just some kind of “inertia” left by the ancient deity after death, or a trace of “aftershock” left by the huge corpse. The eyeballs seemed to be just some kind of “inertia” that remained after the death of the ancient deity, or a trace of “aftershock” that remained in the huge corpse, maintaining the illusion of survival.

Duncan, however, suddenly thought of a phrase – in the cooling embers of the world after the end of all things, the corpses of the ancient gods ruled over the ashes of the world.

These dead gods, even if they die again, or even if they die again after a long, long time, their remains still maintain a certain degree of “operation”, their death is a strange and indescribable state, even if they are split into countless fragments like the head of a goat, twisted into an unimaginable shape, this kind of “operation” is still the same. The “operation” will continue, this long process …… seems to be able to continue into eternity.

Duncan is still not very understand these so-called “gods”, or “ancient kings” in the end is a group of what kind of existence, do not understand what they are in the end a state, but from the body of the king of the pale giants in front of him, he felt that he seems to be gradually …… touched some kind of “appearance of truth”.

At this moment, Duncan suddenly frowned.

He seemed to see something.

There seemed to be something in the giant’s cloudy, as if covered in mist, eyeballs.

Duncan came a little closer, peering more and more closely at the murky reflection, trying hard to discern some recognizable image from the shadows that were covered with a layer of traces of time, and gradually, at last, he could make something out of it–

First, he saw a huge being with the hideous appearance of a sea beast, but with the grace and holiness of a being, this being stood in front of him, and then there was a humanoid silhouette with flames wrapped around its body, He stood aside, and after these two figures, there were some hazy glowing things to be seen, which seemed to be a series of neatly arranged lights, which were set on a huge cube! ……

In addition, there are giants clad in black robes that resemble corpses, twisted and grotesque lumps, shadows that float like dark clouds over many beings, tall, thin, curved limbs, clumps of thorns, and arcs of light in a pale gold color ……

Many illusory silhouettes like these were reflected in the giant’s one eye, each with its own grotesque form, and silent and solemn around the darkness.

Duncan stared in dismay at the figures, which seemed to radiate power even as mere images, and it took nearly half a minute for the realization to dawn on him of what this was – this was the Gods.

It was the “Gods”, the figures of the “Ancient Kings”.

What was reflected in the giant’s one eye was a scene that took place a long, long time ago – a long time ago, during one of the nights between the Great Annihilation and the Age of the Deep, there were these great beings gathered in this place, and they stood in silence around the giant.

Their figures were then deeply imprinted in this cloudy, single eye.

It was a funeral.

After the King of the Pale Giants had failed to create the world and died, the gods saw him off.

Duncan’s mind raced with thoughts and numerous associations, and he tried to match the images reflected in the giant’s one-eyed gaze with the current legends of the earthly world and the information he had recently gathered, only to find that apart from the four known gods and a few ancient gods, there were many figures for which there were no corresponding legends or information available today.

There were even half of the figures that he had no idea who they were – not in the records of the orthodox religion, not even in the deviant myths and legends of the pagans.

Duncan stood in silence.

If each “god” represents a more powerful representative of a civilization that survived the destruction of the world, then it seems that more than half of the “ancient gods” have fallen silently before the Third Night. –Even the Book of Blasphemy did not leave their names.

The Ancient Kings, like the King of the Pale Giants and the King of the Dreamland, who died in the creation of the world, were the lucky ones among these fallen kings.

Duncan sighed softly and took a step back, ready to turn around and leave.

But it was during this sigh that he noticed another detail.

His own figure was now reflected in the giant’s one eye.

Reflected between the figures of the ancient kings that were frozen in the long river of time.

There was an empty space, not too big or small.

It was as if the spot had been left behind a hundred centuries ago when He gathered here to bid farewell to the King of the Pale Giants.

(It’s time for a book push, titled “Wizard: Gou in the Steam Era plus a little bit of Demon Hunting” from Inu Xiaowu, the author’s own idea of a book push phrase: steam era, I came in the dawn, left hand musket, right hand mace, behind stood countless small asi holding forbidden things ……

(The word count is already quite high, so I think it’s ready to read.)
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