The clues seem to have come together.
There are traces of pollution in Rand, there is a twisted time boundary in the first block, there is a strange space crack hidden in the statue of the Storm Goddess, and the sub-space... pollutes everything except the sub-space.
Shirley is one of the people who remember the fire. When the fire broke out, she should have died like everyone else, but somehow she merged with a deep hound and survived. While all her identities were distorted by history, she retained the memory of the fire.
Now, a group of End of the World preachers attacked Li - this fanatic who worshipped the warp was insane, his words were absurd, but every word was far from the "inaccurate" historical "loophole".
Of course, Deng didn't believe the "truths" they spoke of, and he even heard the opposite of the "true history" they spoke of. But he was certainly not wrong about one thing—the evil followers were inseparable from the wrong phenomena in Planbang, and the warp force behind them was the culprit of everything, like the fire in Shirley's memory... He was the enemy in the eyes of these lunatics who tried to pollute reality with wrong history.
But not all problems have been solved.
How did these crazy people suddenly discover Shirley's "loophole"? What does historical pollution have to do with "Black Sun"? Black Sun does not have the ability to stain history. What role does the "Sun God" play in this incident? And the most important...
Na, will the cultists also be on board the suspected solar fragments
Duncan looked at the three crazy End Preachers with cold eyes, raised his finger slightly, and a cluster of faint flames ignited on his body. The fire burned the body of the cultist who could see "supernatural objects", making him scream and curl up on the ground, and also made the other End Preachers suddenly quiet down.
"Fire...blasphemous fire..." A believer's eyes widened. He was a follower of the Subspace, but he showed fear when he saw the green flame. "Blame, blaspheme... blaspheme!"
"If you want to be burned, then continue to cooperate with my questions." Duncan set fire to flames everywhere on the deck, and surrounded the three cultists with a horizontal net, burning their minds and bodies. "I ask you, how did you get so dirty starting from Sixth Street
"We are putting history back on track!" Frightened by the ghost flames, the missionaries did not forget their words. One of them raised his neck and shouted, "The Sixth... The Sixth District was just a failed attempt, but that's nothing, nothing..."
Block 6 was just a failure
Duncan frowned and did not answer honestly, but he revealed something very important!
Firstly, the fire that year was obviously caused by these subspace pursuers, and not simply caused by solar fragments as he had initially thought. Secondly, these cults' attempts to taint history did not seem to be completely successful - the fire 11 days ago did not achieve the expected effect!
Then, I suddenly thought of the year of another level - 1885.
The numbers found in the underground of the Nafanna Chapel point to the deaths during the church repair, which should be the time when the church was invaded by the Aerial Forces.
The fire that broke out eleven years ago was in 1889, four years after the nun died in the war.
That is to say, it was the year after the invasion of the chapel that these missionaries finally prevented the fire of 1889 - a fire they called a "failed attempt."
For a moment, Duncan's eyes seemed to gradually clear up.
"You actually failed twice," Duncan said with a gloomy face, staring at the man who was being burned by the spiritual flames. "In 1885, you invaded a small church, using it as a source to spread your influence on history, but a nun destroyed your plan with her life, sealing the invasion and her own death in the underground church. "
"Years later, in 1889, you will execute the second.
The plan was to control the fire in the sixth block where the church was located, hoping to use the history of a city-state destroyed by fire, but it failed again. An unknown force wiped out the traces of the fire and it did not continue to burn... "
"Then you lurked in the country, always looking for an opportunity to continue this plan, until you found Shirley's loophole. You thought that the plan failed that year and she had the advantage, so you wanted to get rid of her first."
The ghost flames burned fiercely, and the Preacher of the End curled up in the fire. Even his body that was not afraid of pain seemed unable to withstand the suffering of his soul. However, the mad man had no intention of answering the question. Instead, he slowly grinned and looked at Duncan with a creepy smile.
"No need to answer. I can see the answer from your eyes - you are mocking and angry, which means I said it," Ken ignored the other party's provocation and continued calmly, "Then I have another question... What is the connection between you and the black sun? The 1889 earthquake was caused by solar fragments... Who got those fragments?"
In the end, the Taoist priest remained silent.
Duncan extended the fire to the other two bodies and looked at the eucalyptus that was curled up and twitching in the fire but had not heard a word.
"If you don't tell me, I can only guess." Duncan sighed and dispersed the flames with his hands. He had already realized that this pure "pain" was meaningless for those maniacs who embraced the warp, as their bodies and souls had long been changed.
"You and the Sun Cult have some cooperation... No, maybe it's the 'Sun' behind the believer? You help those Sun Cults to inherit their 'Lord', and the way to revive... is to summon the Sun from 'History'?"
Looking at the few cultists who remained silent, Duncan paused for a moment and continued, "In the early days of the New City-State, there was an ignorant city-state called Erm, which only existed in name. The news left by this city-state to the world was that 'the black sun descended from history... So, this is not the first time they have done such a thing, summoning a sun that should have been extinguished from history... So the process of summoning itself is the greatest pollution of history, right?"
When all the trivial clues were suddenly pieced together, when all the lines gradually connected into one, those things that were once incomprehensible and even unimaginable became imaginable. Duncan's imagination and memory started to work quickly at this moment, and those known, unknown, and knowable things gradually became clear in his mind.
Of course, there are still some unexplained issues here—how did the missionary get involved with the Sun Cult, how did they summon the Sun from history, and whether some ordinary Sun Cultists and priests knew the secrets of these layers. He didn't know any of these.
Moreover, even if he had just thought of those things, they were only based on speculation. Since several missionaries in front of him did not admit it, he lacked key evidence.
The spiritual fire on the deck gradually gathered, and there was only a circle of fire around the three believers. Duncan stood in front of the flames, looking down at the "Taoists" expressionlessly.
"There should be only a few of you who have sneaked into the city-state, right
"Where are the others? What are you going to do next? Continue to eliminate the 'leakages' among you, or stir up greater pollution?"
"Still refusing to return?"
Duncan threw the question to everyone, and finally one of the cultists left.
The bony madman slowly pulled the corners of his mouth, raised his head and looked at Duncan, his voice hoarse and unclear: "We are not hiding in the so-called country... We are hiding in this cursed and twisted history that should have ended long ago... It opened, it ended... What the Firebringer can't do, you can't do, Mr. Captain,..."
The corners of the believer's mouth widened, his expression chilling, his voice deep, as if with temptation and intention: "Where does your dazzling humanity come from?"
Ken's spirit suddenly softened slightly, he took a step forward and shouted.
Suppressed: "What do you mean?"
"… Have a nice day, Captain." The missionary seemed to have suddenly changed into a different person, from a crazy gangster to a polite citizen. He slowly climbed up and hunched over the deck, but the light seemed to pass through Ken, sweeping across the deserted ship, "Ah… the promised land, the promised ark…