boom!
A thunderous roar exploded deep in his consciousness, and Morris almost instantly lost control of his own state - even in the protected state of isolating his main consciousness and solidifying his mind, his mind was still swept by the spreading impact, and he was on the verge of collapse in the subsequent, turbulent information impact!
In an instant, the man standing behind him
The "psychological perspective" began to spin, and he could no longer see the words in his mind. He only felt an endless fog swirling and rising, and the words he had just read were like a swarm of out-of-control bees, rushing and gnawing at his memory, tearing at parts of his personality. He even forgot his own name for a moment, and all that was left in his mind was the name he saw in the last second - the Holy Lord of the Deep.
However, the next moment, this dizzy feeling was suddenly stopped by something, and Morris felt that his consciousness was forcibly pulled back to the real world by an extremely powerful force.
While "pulling back", he saw many arrays of flashing lights appearing in the thick fog, and among those lights, there was a largest red light source.
This scene seemed like a glance from the god of wisdom, Lahm, to him, but the next second, the array lights quickly dissipated and turned into huge waves.
Then, the huge wave turned into a pale dust and smoke that collapsed before his eyes, and the fine pale ashes fell towards him like the ashes of a saint;
Afterwards, the pale dust began to burn again in the air, turning into a falling rain of fire, which condensed into countless dazzling and red flames, rushing towards him as if to burn him to ashes!
But just before the red flames fell on him, Morris saw that all the fires were suddenly stained with a layer of dark green - the raging and exploding fire suddenly became gentle, and fell beside him little by little. One of the flames touched his shoulder, and he immediately felt someone patted him heavily. The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes and realized that he had returned to his body.
The effects of consciousness isolation and mental solidification were forcibly ended, and he once again returned to this world from the critical state of madness.
The moment he regained consciousness, Morris resisted
With the urge to "take another look", he closed the big black leather book in his hand with force.
His movements were quick, but even so, the book still flipped a few pages violently before closing. In the corner of his eye, some trembling words flashed into Morris's vision with an extremely strong impression - it was a sentence, with a strong obsession like a dying man:
"We will eventually return to our purest and most holy origin."
The big black book was completely closed. Morris' mind was filled with the words he had seen in the last moments, and he was breathing heavily.
Fanna immediately noticed something was wrong and took two steps closer:
"How are you?"
"... the daily life of a scholar, dealing with deadly knowledge and surviving," Morris took a breath and stretched out his hand to Vanna.
"It's okay. I'm still me—help me up."
As soon as he stood up, he asked again:
"How much time has passed?"
"A few seconds," Vanna nodded.
"I just saw you open the book and read it for a few seconds, and then you suddenly
As you close it, your spirit begins to waver and unidentifiable shadows begin to emerge from the fog around you."
“A few seconds…” Morris curled his lips, but in his mind he recalled the time when he was pulled back from the brink of losing control.
The amazing scenes I saw when I pulled it back.
In the next second, a deep and majestic voice appeared in his mind:
"Maurice, what's going on over there?"
Morris was startled, and quickly adjusted his expression, responding in his heart:
"I was just reading a blasphemous book seized from the Annihilation Cult, and was accidentally contaminated. Captain, you were the one who finally pulled me back?"
"Yeah," Duncan responded.
"Just now I suddenly realized that your mind was under attack, so I used the mark left on your body to check the situation. You said just now that you seized a blasphemous book? What exactly happened? Are you still with Vanna? Where are you now?"
"Vanna is with me. We are still active in the upper city. We found that some Annihilation Cultists used the fog to cover themselves to enter the real world and manipulated some fakes to attack the city-state. We just found and eliminated one of the controllers," Morris responded immediately, and then sorted out his thoughts and continued.
"The situation is very strange. After the cultist died, his body showed a phenomenon of fusion with the elemental matter. It seems to be some kind of extreme transformation. As a result, he carried a black nameless book with him. The content of the book..."
Morris suddenly stopped, his tone became extremely cautious, and he carefully controlled his thoughts:
"The contents of the book are disturbing. They are the original texts of the hieroglyphic records that were copied by 'Crow'. I only had time to read a small part of it before it was contaminated. I'm sorry, this is all I can report now - I can't recall the details now."
Duncan's voice was silent for two seconds, and then it sounded again:
"Okay, safety first. Don't continue to recall what you saw. Take the book with you and report to me in person later."
Morris breathed a sigh of relief:
"Yes, Captain."
At this moment, Vanna suddenly
"Opening":
"Captain, how's the situation over there?"
"Alice and I are in the Second Waterway - it's pretty quiet here."
Deep underground near the central city, at an intersection of the Second Waterway, Duncan raised his head and looked at the empty corridor in the distance.
There was a thin layer of fog floating above the corridor, clinging to the dark dome. The fog seemed to appear out of thin air in this space, and it was becoming thicker and thicker as time went by - but compared with the surface of the city-state that was already completely covered by thick fog, the little fog here was not serious.
"I'm waiting for the fire to be in place."
With the help of
The connection of "mark", he said to Vanna in his heart.
"Spark?" Vanna's voice sounded a little confused.
"The lair of those Oblivion Cultists is not in the real world - the Mirror Frost is their base camp," Duncan said slowly.
"Whether it's the Sea Fog Fleet or the Frost Navy, including the City Guards and the Church's defenders, the 'invasion' they eliminated in the real world is only slowing down the process of the mirror rising. Only by taking action from the mirror side can we truly solve this problem. "Agatha has already taken the fire - she will find the nest of those heretics, and then I will help her ignite that place."
Vanna's response was obviously hesitant for a few seconds:
"Then...is there anything we can do?"
"Just keep hunting in the fog, eliminate all the fakes you see, find out all the controllers behind them, and kill as many as you can," Duncan said.
"It makes sense to slow down the invasion. You are buying time for Agatha and relieving the pressure she faces."
Vanna responded immediately:
"Yes, I understand!"
A few seconds later, her voice came again:
"Also... there may be a fake 'gatekeeper' in the city-state, taking action, and the church doesn't seem to have any reaction. What do you think..."
Her voice sounded hesitant.
Duncan already knew about the fake, even better than Vanna.
After all, he had already established contact with the real Agatha.
"Don't worry about that 'Agatha,'" he responded after a moment's pause.
"You don't have to deal with her - but if you encounter her, you can provide help if necessary."
Vanna was obviously stunned for a few seconds, and then her tone was filled with astonishment:
"Offer help?! Help that 'fake,'?"
"Don't forget, not all counterfeits are controlled by the Annihilation Cultists. The most outstanding ones have their own will," Duncan said calmly.
"The gatekeeper will not easily become a puppet of the heretics. Of course, the specific situation will require you to judge for yourself at that time."
"Yes, I understand, Captain."
This time, there was an unusual solemnity in Vanna's response.
It was as if her sense of mission as a judge was at this moment in
“The Gatekeeper” strikes a subtle chord.
Contact with followers ended.
Duncan exhaled softly, then raised his hand, and a small flame ignited at his fingertips.
He stared at the flames, and after a moment he spoke softly:
"Agatha, do you think she will be what you think she is?"
A cold and hoarse voice sounded from the flames:
"meeting."
"Why are you so sure?"
“Because I believe in myself.”
"But it's just a copy of you," Duncan said calmly.
"There are going to be small differences between you that might cause her to make a different decision than you would."
"But you did not order your followers to eliminate that 'hidden danger,'" Agatha said.
"You also trust my judgment."
Duncan was silent for a few seconds before he sighed softly.
"There was a human named Brown Scott who proved his humanity to me, and this humanity still works on a 'fake' - so this time, I don't mind believing it again."
"What if... I mean, what if my judgment is wrong? Your trust will be misplaced..."
"It's okay, they're just small things."
A small matter
In the cold and damp sewer corridor, Agatha lowered her head and glanced at the small flame that was still burning quietly in the palm of her hand.
The faint heat escaping from the flame seemed to be the only temperature she could feel in the world - outside of the fire, she felt that the whole world was as cold as a grave.
That
The Captain's voice came again:
"Agatha, how are things going over there?"
"I'm still moving forward. I'm almost there. I can feel it. It's very close."
"I'm talking about your situation. Your voice sounds different than before."
Agatha paused.
She lowered her head and all she saw was her scarred body and the wounds that no longer bled.
"It's all right," she whispered, her voice cold as the grave.
“It’s all small stuff.”
.