The sudden and violent feeling of falling quickly separated Duncan's soul from the evil sun. He felt as if he was dragged by a powerful gravitational force through a deep and long passage. The corona that could burn with bear energy and the flesh and blood that supported the corona quickly moved away from his sight. In the next second, he felt a solid touch on his back.
That was the back of his chair.
Duncan opened his eyes suddenly, gasping for breath. He felt that his heart had never been beating so vigorously, and in his retina, it seemed that the dazzling light cast by the burning star before was still lingering. The truth of the flesh and blood under the sea of fire was more strongly imprinted in his mind.
After a few seconds, these strong impressions finally subsided in his mind, and only that vague sentence remained, still echoing in the depths of his memory - "Fire Maker, extinguish me, please..."
Duncan frowned slightly, he was sure he really heard this sentence.
Is this... a message from the "sun" to him? Did that thing notice his spying, and then send him... a "help" signal? Duncan rubbed his forehead. While guessing the truth behind the "help" signal, he also recalled all the details of the scorching sun.
There is no doubt that this is what the followers of the "Ancient True Sun" worship, and it is what they call the "real sun."
To be honest, in the brief moment when he first saw it, Duncan was really excited. He was shocked by the blazing sun and the sea of fire. He actually thought that he really saw the "sun" in his memory and cognition, and that what he saw was the star he had seen on Earth... ...
How excited he was at that time, and how shocked and confused he was when he saw the truth behind the sun.
The front of the sun was indeed exactly the same as the "real sun", exactly the same as what the sun cultists described, but that scene was only the outer shell of the sun, and inside it... was a pile of indescribable things. Duncan recalled the pale and dark flesh and the withered and decaying state of the tentacles surrounding the eye-child.
That "creature" wrapped in the outer shell of the sun doesn't seem to be in a very good condition.
In fact, Duncan even thought that it was already "dead" - the feeling of loss of vitality was so strong that even if he just peeked at it from a distance, he could feel the breath of "death" coming from the depths of his soul. It was simply a burning corpse of an ancient god.
The corpse of the ancient god was asking for help, hoping that someone could come and extinguish the fire on his body.
The corpse is calling for help. This is a contradictory and shocking situation, weird and outrageous, but it fits the abnormal "logic" of this world.
Duncan sorted out his confused mind bit by bit, and recalled that during that brief glimpse, there was another very concerning point, which was the name that the "sun" called himself - it called itself "the usurper of fire". Was that indescribable mass of flesh and blood really calling out to him? Did it really sense the approach of this uninvited guest and therefore made a sound? Was it really not just shouting randomly in a daze
If that cry for help was really meant for myself, then this is a very obvious name, Fire Usurper...
Duncan lowered his head, rubbed his fingertips gently, and watched a cluster of flames burning quietly on his fingertips.
The green spiritual fire waited obediently for his orders, waiting to contaminate other flames and usurp other abnormal powers.
The next second, Duncan dispersed the spiritual fire in his hand.
Regardless of whether the "sun" was really talking to him, or what the "fire-bearer" mentioned by the other party meant, these were not things he could take care of right now—the cultists in the Xiland city-state were still hiding in the dark, and he had neither the ability nor the position to deal with the "sun god" behind the cultists.
What's more, how could he know how to "help" the burning sun? Relying on his spiritual fire to burn that big dragon thing? He couldn't burn it even if he died of exhaustion! Besides, the other party just asked for help from him, which didn't mean that the thing was "his own" - God knows what the consequences will be after extinguishing the sun. What if the fire brand is a seal, and after it is extinguished, the indescribable thing in the sun will come alive and kill everyone? At that time, will A still remember his "favor" of helping to "extinguish the fire"
It is not a wise move to deal with a god-like thing casually.
Duncan shook his head, feeling somewhat sad in his heart - the so-called "Sun God" was indeed not the sun he was familiar with.
Perhaps, he will never see the real "sunshine" again in this world.
The golden mask that resembled the sun was still quietly placed on the table, its surface luster was a little dim, as if the energy inside had been exhausted. Duncan reached out and wanted to pick up the mask, but the moment his fingertips touched the mask, a slight cracking sound came into his ears.
This originally very solid iron (copper-plated) mask seemed to have experienced millions of years of weathering and corrosion. The next second, it turned into dust in his hand and was blown away by the wind. Ai Yin ran over, spread his wings in front of Duncan and gestured: "Happy, snap, gone!"
Duncan didn't care about the bird's behavior. He had a vague understanding in his heart.
After all, this mask is just a replica of a "mass-produced holy relic". The Sun Cultists seem to be best at using various consciousnesses to create these limited-efficiency counterfeits. These counterfeits have some of the power of the real ones, but their lifespan is ultimately worrying.
The function of the Sun Mask should be to serve as a kind of communication channel. Low-level priests use this thing to contact the gods they believe in or the "descendants" of the gods. Just now, he used the fire of the spirit body to forcibly open all the power of the mask, allowing it to briefly have the effect of the "real thing" and glimpse the appearance of the Sun God in the channel - the "lifespan" of the mask was directly exhausted in a few seconds.
"Maybe I have to find a way to make a real one in the future..." Looking at the ashes floating in the air, Duncan said thoughtfully, "This thing can't stop burning even if it takes three seconds."
He didn't really plan to "save" the Sun God, but he was still interested in the secrets kept by the Sun Cultists and was curious about the history before the Great Annihilation. He felt that he would continue to study in the field of the extraordinary.
Go down, the evil cultists
Wool... ... ..It's time to make peace and die.
But as his research deepened, he had to find a way to get some high-quality wool. After a short rest and recovery, Duncan left his dormitory.
The goat-headed man who was in a daze at the navigation table turned his head immediately after hearing the noise. He first confirmed whether the pigeons had come out with him, and he was relieved when he found that it was only Duncan himself: "Ah, great captain, your loyal and diligent steer is steering for you. I wonder if your "long journey" is going well this time? I sense that your soul has gone to a far place again, but this time it seems not to be a human city-state? If you are going on a long journey next time, you can actually mention..."
"How much do you know about the 'real sun god' believed by those sun worshippers?" Duncan waved his hand and asked directly.
After spending some time with this goat-head, he had gotten to know the other's temperament better and better, and was more confident in his "captain status". He was no longer as cautious as he had been at the beginning when communicating and asking questions, and it was okay for him to ask some questions that had nothing to do with the nature of the Lost Hometown.
This can also be used to test how much this weird goat-head knows about the supernatural world.
"The real Sun God?" The goat-head was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly said, "To be honest, I'm not sure. I only know that those who follow the Sun God are crazy and stupid, but I don't know what the god behind them is. However, the "blessing" of the Sun God does exist. Those believers will gain some strange powers when their faith is pious to a certain extent. This is also the reason why this evil cult can gradually develop...
-While speaking, Goat Head- gradually reacted: "Ah, why did you suddenly bring this up? Did you just...?"
"I was just thinking, if a so-called 'god' was roasted on a fire by his own followers, and the followers knew nothing about it, working overtime every day to add wood to the fire, and mistakenly believed that the 'corpse oil' roasted from the god's body was a blessing from the god... then this matter is a bit ironic," Duncan said with a sigh, "It's too hellish even for a joke in hell."
The chart room was a little quiet. Goat Head didn't even take up the conversation, which made Duncan look at him in surprise: "Why don't you talk? Don't you usually talk a lot?" Goat Head said in a sullen tone: "... The topic is too complicated. I dare not say it, nor do I dare to ask. I can only say that the captain has a good opinion...
Duncan suddenly became happy.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he gradually began to feel that even the goat-head in front of him was not as evil and dangerous as it had been at the beginning. The atmosphere on this ship... seemed to be getting better