Deep Sea Embers

"Change back."

The moment she heard these words, Fan Na heard a huge noise at the same time, it was an indescribable continuous roar and a tearing scream mixed in the burning flames, this sound did not come from a specific The direction came, and it seemed that the entire city-state, and even the entire world was making this terrifying sound.

Amidst the head-splitting roar, she looked at the figure standing behind the last preacher—it was the "Captain Duncan" she had seen in the dream, but it was different from the one she saw last time. The difference is that standing there now is a "ghost" that is completely shrouded in flames and presents an illusory spirit-like form.

It only took a moment for Fan Na to judge that this was not the main body, but another projection—it was just that this projection came to the tower with her as the "mediation" at this moment, and she could feel the power of that power. To flow, to feel something burning in my soul, to feel a voice in my head that is not my own.

She raised her hands subconsciously, and saw the dark green flames quietly attaching to her body, and saw the burning fire path spreading under her feet, she understood, and realized that the ghost captain had already passed away a long time ago. She has turned into some kind of "node" capable of projecting power. The degree of erosion and pollution has long been far beyond her and Bishop Valentine's imagination, and all of this... is for today.

In the next second, the whole world in her eyes suddenly changed dramatically.

The dark green flames spread—in every sea of ​​flames, in every pile of ashes, and in every rising smoke and dust in Puland, the dark green flames had been dormant for an unknown amount of time, and they erupted in an instant. When it came out, it devoured the entire city-state in an instant!

It was too fast to react, or in other words, all of this had been completed long before the start of this "reality invasion"—Fan Na recalled what she saw on the other side of the curtain before, and suddenly realized that those final messages The fire created by the Taoist priests and the sun heretics has already unknowingly become the carrier of the ghostly flames... Their act of burning the entire city-state with flames is exactly the last thing the ghost captain needs to complete the "fire usurping" step!
A shrill cry sounded suddenly, waking Fanna awake. She looked at the source of the sound, and saw that the skinny and final missionary was also burning with raging ghostly flames. He was standing on the edge of the platform like a torch. He twisted and howled, and the scene of the flames in the city-state being usurped in an instant was reflected in his melting eyeballs, making the madman shout and curse:
"Fool, folly! Destroyed once! You have rejected the gift of the subspace, and you will be punished forever in this suffering world...Fool!!"

However, in contrast to the yelling and cursing of this madman, there is another scene——

Prand, who was completely burned by the ghost flames, is recovering at an incredible speed!

The buildings burned by the flames are rapidly recovering, the roads torn by melting are healing as before, the rain of fire from the sky has stopped, and the clouds that seem to be coming to the end are also rapidly melting like time, and even a corner of the edge of the city-state has emerged Normal sky, but in a more distant place...

There came the long silenced bell.

As Captain Duncan said, change back.

Fan Na's eyes widened, watching this incomprehensible scene, she never thought that the city-state that had been completely destroyed could really be repaired, and soon, she realized the essence of this "repair" - —

The historical pollution brought about by the final missionaries and the heresy of the sun is being stripped away, and the "pseudo-history" that has completely covered the city-state of Pland and replaced reality is being "repelled" by some powerful force.go!

She looked in astonishment at the tall figure standing not far away, but the latter was just calmly watching the final missionary who was about to be burnt into charcoal, and it took a long time before she spoke softly as if talking to herself: "Nothing is wrong. Can be tainted, except in the warp..."

The final missionary is still alive, even though he has been completely distorted into an inhuman appearance, a hoarse and shocked voice came out from the pile of charcoal: "You...you turned this city-state into the Lost Country" part?!"

"The Lost Home is the Ark of Promise. I think we can explore the idea of ​​'Ark,'" Duncan smiled and bent slightly, "If the ship that encounters the Lost Home at sea will be assimilated,

So...why can't the Purand under my gaze be regarded as another Lost Country? "

A loud bell of a ship approaching the port came from afar, and Fan Na subconsciously raised her head to look into the distance, and in the next second, she saw a scene that shocked her——

She sees a ship.

The Lost Homeland appeared, sailing from the direction of the boundless sea, burning with monstrous spiritual fire, and the translucent sails of the spiritual body agitated like a curtain covering the sky and the sun.

The ship crossed the coast, passed the rapidly recovering port, and sailed directly into the city-state of Purand, which was already covered with green flames, as if sailing on the water, where the high walls and houses that were constantly being repaired and reset And the majestic line between the towers, its sides constantly.There are illusory ripples, and each ripple spreads out, and the restoration of the city-state will go further. It looks as if the entire Purande is reborn in the wake of the Lost Country!

"You...you can save this city-state... but you can't stop the sun from coming..." A faint voice came from the pile of twisted charcoal that was once the last preacher on the platform, like the last whisper before the nightmare dissipated "Even if it's just a few fragments summoned from history... it's enough to... destroy... doomed..."

The sound gradually weakened and disappeared, and the twisted pile of coke finally exhausted all vitality, and turned into a cloud of dust blown by the wind under the burning of the spiritual body flames.

But Fan Na suddenly reacted after hearing the words of the final missionary. She suddenly raised her head and looked at the sky, and she saw that the "black sun" with extremely bright edges and black and red inside like the entrance of an abyss was still floating high above the sky. Over the city-state, the agitation inside the sun became even more obvious and stronger than before!
The flames of the Lost Land removed the historical pollution that Purand suffered, but the blasphemous sun...was not a part of Purand from the very beginning, it was the historical projection summoned by the final missionary and the son of the sun, It exists independently of all official and pseudo-history!
"Something is waking up in the black sun!" At this moment, Fan Na even forgot her respective identities with that "Captain Duncan", subconsciously reminded loudly, "It will..."

Duncan just waved his hand lightly to her.

Afterwards, Fan Na saw that the ghost captain turned around and faced the direction of the profane sun, he raised his hand, as if he was calling or welcoming something, and he spoke in a gentle voice——

"Come this way... yes, don't worry, you won't fall, just go forward.

"Remember how to ride a bike? Like that... Come on, I'll hold you."

The next second, a bright arc of golden flame suddenly stung Fan Na's line of sight. She saw a huge gap torn from the edge of the black sun, and an arc of flame jumped onto Captain Duncan's body as if cheering happily. As the flame left, a shrill howl suddenly resounded from the blasphemous and terrifying sun in the sky!

As if some kind of giant beast suddenly suffered a blow that pierced through the heart, the black-red sun core was quickly covered with countless dazzling red cracks, and the bright and dazzling light wheel on its edge was instantly infected and burned by dark green flames. Immediately afterwards, the dark green flame began to burn rapidly into the dark core of the sun. The agitation in the dark core completely disappeared, and the faint vitality almost disappeared in the blink of an eye. Matter flowed out of it, but was burned by the ubiquitous green flames before falling into the city-state.

Accompanied by continuous screams, roars, and crackling sounds, the deformed and profane sun finally disintegrated, leaving only a few debris and debris falling in the ripples on the edge of the Lost Home.

At this moment, the huge Lost Country also sailed to the center of the city-state. It gradually rose up in the state of a spirit body, and approached the bell tower of the cathedral in the illusory sea water and ripples. The sail of the spirit body that covered the sky swept across the sky. The light and shadow of the mast and cables passed by Vanna.

She heard the bell ringing, it was the bell of the cathedral—the bell tower under her feet was also free from the pollution of history, and the bell ringing mechanism started to operate automatically.

The figure of Archbishop Valentine also appeared in the air little by little—the archbishop who guarded the city-state until the last moment successfully returned to reality, which proved that the branch of history that pointed to destruction had completely disappeared.

Fanna's eyes did not stay on the archbishop, she was still staring at Duncan who was not far away, and the latter had turned around at this moment.

Body - Surrounded by a jumping arc of flames, the warmth and brightness brought by the flames even softened his gloomy and majestic face a little.

"I thought you would come up with a jump," Duncan smiled, and said to Fanna as if chatting with friends, "just like last time."

"...I am not a reckless person."

"Really, I thought you loved jumping and chopping—after all, every mature fighter can't resist the urge to attack the opponent with a jumping chop," Duncan teased casually, and he stretched out his hand to comfort the slightly restless Arc Flame, then nodded to Fan Na, "I'm done, see you next time."

Fan Na was startled, and stepped forward subconsciously: "Wait! You can't just..."

Duncan had already turned around, he waved his hand, and walked towards the mid-air beyond the platform of the clock tower—the tall stern of the Lost Country slowly moved past the tower, and beside the rudder on the deck, he was steering the ship himself. captain.

In this way, Duncan's projection wrapped in spiritual body flames stepped directly onto the boat, becoming one with his own body.

He stood on the bridge, held the steering wheel, smiled and nodded to Fan Na.

Then the huge ghost ship began to accelerate gradually, and the phantom ship sailed over the sky of Plante, and sailed to the coast on the other side of the city-state in the gradually rippling ripples, sailing to the boundless sea.