Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 174 The Fire Is Spreading
The taint of the Warp will not subside on its own, any more than justice will enforce itself—Vanna knows it all too well after years of battling the twisting shadows deep within the world.

If this church was once polluted by the warp space, and the nuns on duty in the church have already lost the pollution, then the things that invaded here will never just disappear on their own—considering the weird nun in the main hall of the church "cruel" The ring" and the atmosphere in the entire sixth block are not quite right. The door of the underground sanctuary obviously failed to stop the intruders here, so... where did the invading subspace power go now?

Fanna raised the lantern in her hand, and the whale oil containing divine power was burning quietly in the lamp. Where the light shone, everything in the underground sanctuary was reflected in her eyes, and those sharp blades slashing and bullets flying all over the wall The traces are like words engraved over and over again in a locked time and space, telling her some secrets calmly.

……Word?
Fan Na frowned suddenly, as if there was a flash of lightning in her heart.

If the nun who died in battle in the underground sanctuary had foreseen her own fate when she closed the door, would she try to leave some records in some way, so as to warn later investigators?
This is the response of a well-trained clergyman!

"Check here again," she suddenly raised her head, and loudly commanded the soldiers beside her, "all the traces, sword cut marks, bullet marks, blood stains, all—this sister probably left behind before she died in battle. Some kind of information!"

"Yes!"

The guards acted quickly, scattered away with lanterns in their hands, and began to conduct a more detailed and targeted search in the underground sanctuary that had already been inspected.

Of course, Fanna herself was not idle. After realizing that the dead nun might have left a message before she died, she returned to the place where the nun died, returned to the entrance of the underground church, and carefully checked the ground and wall.

——She completely smashed the gate of the temple just now, but she believes that there will be no information on that gate, because the gate of the temple is a part of the precision seal, and the sacred symbol of the goddess is engraved on the door. To weaken the protection of the sanctuary, nuns would not do that.

The nun holding the sharp sword still fell to the ground quietly, and the uncoagulated blood slowly flowed under her body.

Fan Na squatted down next to the dead body of the other party, carefully inspecting the whole body of the nun, and then based on the angle at which the nun fell down when she broke in just now, she deduced her posture and position when she died. Bending down at a possible angle, he broke off the nun's clenched hand and checked the condition of the long sword.

Suddenly, her movements stopped.

Fanna's eyes fell on the ground beside the nun.

There are a series of sword marks there, which at first glance seem to be just messy depictions, as if the marks were drawn on the ground by the dying person's unsteady holding of the sword.

In the previous inspections, Fan Na and her subordinates ignored these things, but this time, the young judge finally realized that these seemingly messy scratches were actually some seriously out-of-shape scratches that were repeatedly drawn. "Leave a message" several times.

"Here." She raised her head and said loudly to the guards who were searching around, then lowered her gaze, carefully distinguishing the information in the sword marks.

After reading it for a long time, she finally saw a few words:
"1885"

It was just a string of numbers.

The guards had already gathered. They were standing beside Fanna, and they also recognized the string of numbers from the sword marks. The short-bearded guard at the head obviously didn't understand the meaning of this string of characters. He looked at the string of characters in confusion. To his chief: "Judge, this string of numbers... Judge?"

He saw the look of astonishment on Fan Na's face—the latter's eyes widened the moment she saw the string of numbers, as if thunder exploded in her heart, making this judge who had always been calm and calm in front of his subordinates He couldn't control his expression.

Fan Na woke up from the screams of her subordinates. She took a sudden breath and felt her heart pounding. The memory of searching for materials in the archives alone also emerged. She recalled those strange things. Heresy records, recalling archives from 1889 onwards, and the missing 1885 records...

All these memories are finally focused on this underground sanctuary, on the messy sword marks in front of her eyes: 1885.

"It was 1885...she reminded us on her deathbed that she actually died in 1885..."

Fan Na muttered softly as if talking to herself, but the guards around her looked at each other, and one of them frowned: "But why did she emphasize this specifically?"

"In order to prove that I didn't die in 1889..." Fan Na subconsciously said, but she suddenly realized halfway through speaking, with an incomprehensible expression on her face, "That's right... why did she specifically emphasize this year?" ... Had she died in 1885, she would have never known that another catastrophe would occur in the city-state four years later..."

The young judge fell into confusion, a large number of clues had emerged, and they seemed to be faintly integrated into one place, but a huge gap appeared in the middle, preventing her from completely connecting her thoughts.

If the number left by this nun is to explain the year of her death, then this year must have a special meaning, and the "warning" she wants to convey is hidden in this year, but... what kind of warning is it? It will be the same as 1885 Year This year has a "strong correlation"?
Was it the nun who saw something on her deathbed?She had foreseen that the 1885 record would disappear from the cathedral's archives?Or does she know why the record disappeared?

It's a pity that the truth has disappeared in the years with the cold blood. The moment the door of the underground church was closed, the secret that this nun knew was destined to be unknown. What she passed on to Fanna across time and space with her life was also It's just this string of incomprehensible numbers.

Fan Na raised her head, and saw that the accompanying guards were focusing their eyes on her, some of them not only cared, but also cautiously observed.

"I went to the cathedral archives before," she sorted out her thoughts, and said to her subordinates, "in the archives, all the materials in 1885 disappeared for some reason, and now it seems that this year is absolutely... "

She stopped suddenly.

For some reason, the scenes of searching for information in the archives came to mind again, as if another force was constantly reminding her, making her repeatedly recall the memories of walking among the huge bookshelves, and in these Between the pictures of memories, she suddenly heard the gentle sound of waves.

Fan Na slowly opened her eyes wide.

She still hasn't been able to recall anything other than looking through the archives alone, but she has realized that there may be something wrong with her memory in the archives—her spiritual talent is warning, and the Goddess is also warning her!

"Go back to the cathedral," she suddenly said to the subordinates beside her, "I'm going to the archives!"

The guards looked at each other, not knowing why the judge was so nervous and serious for a while, but they soon stopped hesitating and took orders immediately.

And just when these guards were about to leave, one of them looked down at the ground next to him, but suddenly exclaimed: "The words are disappearing!"

Fan Na immediately followed the prestige, and a cluster of subtle green was reflected in her eyes.

Her breath was momentarily suffocated.

On the ground, the marks carved by the nun before she died are gradually disappearing, just like the pencil words on the paper that have been erased by an eraser, and where the sword marks disappear, there are constantly jumping subtle green flames that are almost imperceptible to the naked eye—— These "sparks" come from nowhere, as if they have been spreading in dimensions that are invisible to the naked eye, and now they suddenly appear in the field of vision of real people.

Fan Na is very familiar with this dark green spark!

It was the owner of this flame who guided her to this church!
At this moment, endless conjectures appeared in her mind, about the Lost Homelander, about Captain Ghost, and more about subspace and the string of numbers "1885", but all the conjectures were wrong.

No one could explain what kind of role that ghost captain was playing, and Fan Na couldn't figure out why the opponent's flame would erase the string of traces in front of her at this time, but she was very clear about one thing—here It was not advisable to stay long, and she must return to the cathedral immediately.

In the blink of an eye, the traces on the ground had disappeared, and the dark green fire that came from nowhere gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Don't get close to this ground, be careful that the flames are still spreading outside the range visible to the naked eye," Fanna reminded her subordinates, "Now withdraw from this church—the people of the second team will stay outside the church, where they are. Establish a blockade pending orders, and the others follow me back to the cathedral."

The guards said in unison: "Yes!"

Fan Na nodded, and after thinking for a while, she ordered: "Also, go and notify the standby troops in the nearby blocks... to seal off the entire Sixth Block."

In the main hall of the chapel, Van Na led the guards through.

A guard subconsciously glanced in the direction of the goddess statue, and suddenly exclaimed: "The praying 'nun' is gone too!"

(End of this chapter)