From judging that there might be a supernatural power out of control in the museum to completing self-blessing and leading the team into the fire, these subordinates
It only took the Storm followers of the Deep Sea Church a dozen seconds in total.
Duncan watched these people rushing towards the fire, and then the firefighters in the square began to cooperate in a well-trained manner. They used fire hoses for cover, began to cool down the entrance of the museum and open the passage, and another team quickly took out the line. This team hung the emblem of the Deep Sea Church and things like amulets on the outside of their regular protective equipment, and also rushed into the museum.
The sheriffs who stayed at the edge of the square took over the work of comforting and guiding the remaining citizens, and began to contact nearby
The church receives fire escapees who have been marked and suspected of being contaminated by God.
They are well-trained and well-coordinated. Not only have they practiced countless times, but it seems more like they have actually fought in combat countless times.
This is what it looks like to survive and develop a prosperous city-state in this strange world full of supernatural phenomena - quickly identify the shadow of the supernatural in a disaster, and quickly suppress it to a level that mortals can bear before the erosion breaks out. Both supernaturals and ordinary people receive sufficient education and training in related fields, and train these basic handling measures to almost muscle reactions - only then can the group maintain its survival.
Duncan saw all of this, but he didn't have much time to sigh - he checked the dusty survivors at the edge of the square, but didn't see Nina among them.
He suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the museum.
A familiar smell came from the burning museum.
He walked towards the museum, but after taking two steps, he was stopped by a sheriff: "Sir, there is danger ahead, please leave it to the professionals."
Duncan glanced at the sheriff, nodded, and walked away.
Arguing with the official personnel on the scene not only wasted time, but also delayed the work of professionals. Duncan was a pragmatic person, so he simply gave up the main entrance of the museum, quickly walked around to the other side of the square and hid in a shadow - the next second, a white dove flew directly across the square and dived into a window on the side of the museum where flames were coming out.
Some people in the square saw this scene, but they just thought it was a poor cat that was frightened and fainted by the smoke and fire.
The pigeon sighed a few times and then stopped paying attention.
Inside the museum, Duncan stepped out from the vortex of dark green flames.
Smoke, flames and heat waves instantly hit us in the face.
Duncan was not afraid of these things, but he could feel that the functions of his flesh and blood were being affected by the fire environment. If he walked in like this, his soul might be fine, but this body would definitely be unusable.
But he did not act rashly. He knew what to do long before he rushed in.
There are flames everywhere, and flames... are very obedient things.
Duncan held his breath as a stream of green flame quietly flowed under his feet and disappeared into nothingness in the blink of an eye. In this brief contact, he had established an invisible connection with the surrounding flames - just like the previous gathering place of the Sun Cultists in the basement of the abandoned factory, he felt the submission of the surrounding flames.
Even the scorching air currents in the air began to change, no longer affecting the breathing of this body.
Duncan took a deep breath and walked towards the door blocked by fire.
"Stand back."
Then the flames receded and died out behind him, leaving a corridor filled with smoke and embers.
Duncan looked back and observed the signs on the nearby wall, and judged that the place where he "landed" should be an office on the edge of the main exhibition area, and the corridor in front should be the passage for museum staff to pass through. At the end of the corridor is the main exhibition area, and on one side of the corridor there are stairs or elevators leading to other floors.
He stepped into the corridor, searching forward while concentrating his attention, trying to find Nina's position in the museum - but to be honest, he was not sure whether he could successfully "locate" her.
Because it was the first time for him to do such a thing... Although his perception was now beyond that of ordinary people, and Goat Head had said that "the captain's intuition was the most accurate direction", this high-end operation of sensing someone's aura from a distance was still a rather unfamiliar area for him, and it could even be considered a skill he had only seen in stories.
The reason he was trying this now was because there was a moment when he was in the square before when he vaguely sensed a familiar atmosphere in the museum, which gave him the idea of giving it a try.
Duncan walked forward in the corridor. The flames around him retreated and extinguished one after another, but he still could not sense
Nina was somewhere, but suddenly, he sensed something else.
"Um?"
Duncan murmured in confusion, and looked in the direction of the perception. Not far ahead, on the floor below the stairs, a "mark" that was becoming clearer and clearer in his perception was beating slightly. The owner of the mark seemed to be in a lively state.
Duncan hesitated for only a moment, then quickly ran in the direction he sensed. He passed through the retreating and extinguishing flames, ran down the fragile and loose stairs, and at the same time extended his control over the flames as much as possible, suppressing the fire in the entire building within the limit of his body's ability to withstand. The "mark" became more and more clear in his mind, and in the end, he even began to faintly hear the "voice" coming from the mark.
Hands? Hi, these are just minor injuries on my hands, they will heal in a few days...
"That's because I've always been very strong...
"Don't worry, the door has been sealed, so smoke can't get in for now... You're really smart, you actually knew there was a washroom here? Um, did you look at the route map in advance? Did the teacher talk about safety education in class? Um... ... I might not have listened carefully, hahaha...
"You said you saw a dog just now? You must have seen it wrong. Where did a dog come from in this place? Haha..."
What about this fainted person here? You don’t know either? Well… at least he’s still alive… It’s okay, we
We will definitely be rescued..."
"Are you scared?" Shirley asked in a low voice.
"I'm afraid of fire..." Nina hugged her legs tightly, her voice trembling, "I'm really afraid of fire.
·In fact, I am also very scared.
Shirley was silent for two seconds. "Well, I'm most afraid of - I'm most afraid of getting angry.
"I can't tell at all," Nina shook her head, "You were just running around recklessly."
"Because I was afraid, I rushed forward recklessly," Shirley sat down carelessly, "Because I was too afraid, once I stopped, I would definitely not dare to rush forward again... But now it's good, both of us are t.