Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 193 The Promised Ark

In the chart room, as always, the sunlight from the boundless sea poured into the room through the portholes, making the old objects that condensed a century of time shine brightly, and the black goat head sculpture quietly stayed on the chart table The corner of the ship controls the direction of the Lost Home, while the surface of the ancient chart is covered with mist. In the layered and surging mist, it represents that the track of the known route is expanding straight in a certain direction. Row.

At the end of the track is the city-state of Purland, that flickering light spot has now appeared in the fog ahead, and is gradually closing the distance between it and the Lost Country at a speed that is imperceptible to the naked eye.

The door opened, and Duncan's figure appeared at the door.

The goat head sculpture immediately moved, its wooden neck creaked, and it turned its head to the direction of the sound: "Ah, the great captain has come to his loyal lieutenant! Is your business going well? ? You have been busy since yesterday, are you in a good mood today? Today's weather..."

"Stop, stop, stop, there is no need to repeat similar greetings several times a day." Duncan raised his hand to interrupt before the other party finished speaking, and then his gaze rested on the face of the goat's head for a moment as if inadvertently.

The goat's head was the same as before, showing no expression, and the obsidian-carved eyes were still weirdly cold. It was staring at this side on the table, and its eyes were full of inhuman texture.

But there was no danger, and there was nothing different from usual.

This guy seems to have been carrying out Duncan's orders seriously. Duncan let him concentrate on sailing, and it just concentrates on sailing.

"Your Excellency, Captain, you seem to be preoccupied?" Goat's head's voice sounded, with the familiar enthusiasm unique to doglegs, "You seem to have captured some captives...but they don't seem to be on the ship anymore?"

"They disappeared after the sun rose," Duncan said calmly when he came to the nautical table and sat down, "they are some final missionaries."

"Ah, the final missionaries... They are troublesome and dangerous guys. They are really hard to catch. They always appear inexplicably and run away inexplicably," the goat head immediately muttered, just as Duncan was familiar with, As long as a topic is opened, this guy will pop up a series of nonsense, but these nonsense often contain useful information, and there is no need to bother to ask, "But how did they provoke you? Those crazy rumors Taoist priests usually don't show up very much, compared with Sun Cultists or Annihilation Cultists, they are low-key and rare..."

"They attacked a human being I was paying attention to, and they captured it back to test Alice's ability," Duncan said casually, while observing the reaction of the goat head, "They also said a lot of silly things , related to the subspace... how much do you know about these cultists?"

"I suggest that you don't pay too much attention to their crazy 'preaching'," the goat head said immediately, "Just calling the name of the subspace frequently may attract dangerous attention, not to mention following those who follow Dealing with lunatics in the subspace? Of course, a great existence like you may not be affected by them, but it is not a good thing to hear too much..."

Then it paused, and then said: "Let me tell you, I don't know much about those lunatics, and not many people in this world understand them, after all, preachers should be regarded as the strangest of all cultists." A group of guys, they are good at elusive, their thinking is fragmented, and they don't have a large number of low-level mobs like ordinary cultists-they are very few in number, and there is no one who can communicate with people normally..."

The goat's head was rambling on, more and more nonsense as it went on, but even in the middle of this endless nonsense, Duncan still heard some key information.

According to Goat's Head, the number of final missionaries is far less than that of the other two cult forces (the Sun Followers and the Annihilation Cultists) who are also the confidants of civilization. Judging from the records and activity trajectories in this world, their number may be only a thousand people, and possibly even fewer.

In general cult forces, there are a large number of ordinary people who act as "lower-level believers". These mobs have no power and have normal social life. They are basically the same as ordinary people except that their thinking has been corrupted. Structure - as long as they appear, they must be "priests" with powerful power.

No one knows how a cult group can operate and maintain itself without the support of the bottom layer, just like no one knows the specific process of the conversion of Sun Cultists and Annihilation Cultists among ordinary people.

In addition, although the final missionaries have the word "preaching" in their names, in fact they seem to have almost no successful cases of "preaching"—their reason has long since evaporated, and their language and logic are different from ordinary people. When they show up, they will always recite some "truths" related to the subspace, but any sane person will not listen to their bewitching, and weak-willed people... have already been bewitched by them before being bewitched by them. Warp contamination has become a monster.

In other words, it is theoretically impossible for final missionaries to increase their number by "preaching".

In the end, the final missionary was elusive, very elusive.

Duncan has seen this for himself.

The goat's head said that he didn't know much about the final missionary, but the information it said was not lacking at all.

"A group of missionaries who are so insane that they can no longer 'preach'..." Duncan rubbed his chin and muttered thoughtfully, "Where did the first final missionaries come from?"

"Then who knows?" The goat's head creaked and shook its neck, "Maybe it grew directly from the subspace..."

Duncan didn't care about the "subspace joke" that the goat's head was obviously a nonsense. Similarly, he didn't mention his "non-linear conjecture" about the final missionary to the other party.

He was just thinking, if he, who is the first contact with the missionaries of the end, can come up with such conjectures, then what do the guardians and bishops in the human city-states who have been fighting against heresy for a long time know about the group of subspace believers? Woolen cloth?Will they have a more complete theory to explain the weirdness of those lunatics?
"Captain, you seem to be very concerned about those final missionaries?" In the silence, the voice of the goat's head suddenly broke the silence in the room, "I rarely see you showing such a serious expression..."

Duncan raised his head and looked at the goat's head quietly.

"You said, if the history of a city-state is polluted, can it be saved?"

He said so suddenly.

Frank and casual, as if just discussing an ordinary "academic conjecture" in my spare time.

The goat's head was stunned for a moment (although its hard face was expressionless at first), and it took two or three seconds before it responded: "Historical pollution? Oh, this is a high-end topic, it sounds like it can only be done in subspace matter……"

"Things that can only be done in the subspace?" Duncan raised his eyebrows, "Why do you say that?"

"Apart from subspace, which is a dangerous thing whose time, space, and cause and effect are messed up, what else can casually pollute the history of a city-state?" Goat Head said casually, "There is no such power in the world. Something... oh, if you have to say it, it’s not like there is no one, in terms of power alone, there may be one that is qualified, but that thing is hanging in the sky..."

Hearing Goat's Head chatter, Duncan's heart skipped a beat.

The space-time and causality of the warp itself is chaotic?
This was the first time he heard such a clear and direct piece of information related to subspace.

And what came to mind along with this piece of information was what he recalled the words that the Frost Queen said to him in that illusion——

Please don't pollute history.

He frowned, temporarily suppressed the complicated thoughts in his heart, and set his eyes on the goat's head again. The latter also immediately noticed the captain's gaze, stopped chattering immediately, and quickly reacted: "Ah, no wonder you Suddenly paying attention to those final missionaries... Could it be that they..."

"They probably have a big job," Duncan said quietly, "It makes me a little... annoyed."

He quietly stared into the eyes of the goat's head, and the goat's head also stared at him expressionlessly, as if observing each other, but there seemed to be no additional communication.

"The city-state has its own guardians of the city-state, and those fire spreaders are keeping an eye on the context of history," the goat head said, "Anyway, no matter what the gang of final missionaries do, they won't be able to threaten you, even if they can If they pollute history, they can't pollute you and the Homeless..."

Duncan raised his eyebrows: "Can't it pollute me and the Homeless?"

"...we are returning from the Warp, Captain," Goathead said slowly, "everything in this world can be polluted—except the Warp, and we...have been in the Warp long enough."

Duncan frowned. For some reason, some crazy words that those final missionaries had said suddenly appeared in his mind.

After a moment of silence, he couldn't help muttering softly: "The Ark of Promise..."

(Time to push the book! The title of the book is "I Stand Under Hundreds of Millions of Lives", the author's name is: Chen Wright. In fact, this book was milked once before, but unfortunately it was reported as autistic for a while. Now the content has been refurbished and reborn. The content is an interesting story about a mentally ill guy who refused to work overtime for free and ran away from home in a magical world. If you are interested, you can go and see it.)
(End of this chapter)