The sound of twilight bells and whistles, representing the alternation of day and night, echoed faintly through the dark and cramped sewers, and the signal of the approaching night made the cultists hiding in the abandoned lounges even more depressed.

One of them was seriously ill, of unknown origin, and now he was going to die—in this dimly lit underground world.

"He's still alive......" said one of the cultists hesitantly, he glanced at the "compatriot" lying on the ground, and saw that the other's eyes were half-open and half-closed, and the eyeballs were slowly turning in their sockets, and the unlucky guy could still hear the movement around him, but he didn't have enough strength to open his eyes.

"Only now alive," said another cultist, in a deep voice, "the twilight has already struck, and he cannot die in this room—the Lord's refuge will bless him with a peaceful sleep in the dark." ”

The man lying on the floor twitched his fingers twice, he clearly understood his situation, he didn't want to die like this, but death had bitten his shadow tightly, and for now, his dear "sun people" were already thinking about removing this "hidden danger" from the shelter before real death came.

An extremely oppressive silence enveloped the room, so much so that the faint breathing of the dying man became a distinct and audible sound, and after a dead silence for an unknown amount of time, the black-robed man who had cursed the Storm Church before suddenly broke the silence: "Wait a little longer, at least ...... There is no immediate change when a person first breathes. ”

“…… Then wait," the black-robed cultist in a low voice relieved himself, he glanced at the man who was struggling to breathe, and couldn't help muttering, "But why did he suddenly become ill?" Are you sure it's just a normal condition? ”

"I know him...... He runs a near-closing antique shop in the lower part of the city, and it's full of fakes," said a cultist next to him who hadn't spoken much, "he's already sick, he's never been well, probably because he's been in the sewers for too long, and he's been frightened before, which has caused his condition to worsen." ”

Listening to the explanation of the person next to him, the black-robed cultist with a low voice finally relaxed a little - although he was not a noble "priest", but he had also converted to the sun for many years, and now he was more or less an "expert" who knew a lot of occult knowledge, he knew very well how many long-term and hidden dangers would remain after a failed sacrifice ceremony, and every believer who participated in that sacrifice ceremony could become the "carrier" of these secret dangers, and now this person who suddenly fell into extreme weakness ...... It is possible to be such a "carrier".

If it weren't for the constraints of "the people of the sun are all siblings", and there were a few ruthless cultists around him watching, he would have thrown this unlucky guy into the vast darkness outside.

After a long silence, the black-robed cultist suddenly moved, and he took out a pale golden talisman from his bosom and stuffed it into the chest of the dying "compatriot".

"You're ......," a cultist next to him said curiously.

"This holy amulet was obtained from the messenger at great expense," he said in a low voice, with sincerity, "May the grace of the Lord protect our hands and siblings, and the light of the sun may save him from further erosion in the darkness." ”

The two disciples next to him immediately did not doubt him, and looked at the church seniors who had "sent" the amulet with admiration, they put their fists to their eyebrows, and reverently whispered: "The people of the sun are all brothers and sisters......

The black-robed man with a low voice also put his fist on his eyebrows, and recited in a low voice: "The people of the sun are all siblings. ”

……

After the sun had sunk below sea level, the starless and moonless sky appeared before Duncan again, pale fissures across the sky, illuminating the endless sea and the Lost Homeland with a cold glow.

Duncan stood near the aft deck, his gaze retracting his gaze to the sky and sighing slightly.

No matter how many times he looked at it, it was impossible for him to see the stars that didn't exist in the first place from the pale and cold light.

But compared to the last time he saw this starless night, he was in a much better mood now.

On the one hand, he has accepted all the weirdness of this world and is actively adapting to today's life, and on the other hand, today's fish are really good.

He is a very optimistic man, and every small improvement in life is a joy for him – not to mention that there are more gifts from nature than he could have imagined.

At this pace, he could at least improve the living conditions on this ship, even if he could not establish a stable connection with the land in a short period of time.

In his thoughts, he turned his head to look at the pigeon standing on his shoulder, and said casually in a joking tone: "You say...... Wouldn't it be easier for me to do something like a pirate captain? For example, find a busy waterway to rob a house or something......"

The pigeon tilted its head, and its eyes did not know what they were looking at: "Like words, like words, like words......"

"Again, it's not in my character," Duncan smiled, "and it's easy to say—you have to be able to find a shipping lane for merchant shipping." ”

The sea was empty, and the Lost didn't know how far away it was from civilization, and he hadn't seen any other ship in sight since the last time it collided with the ship transporting Anomaly 099 - he didn't know where to find the victim if he wanted to.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting Duncan's thoughts: "Captain, are we going to rob?" ”

Duncan followed the prestige and saw Alice sitting on a high plank beside her, looking curiously.

In the pale glow of the sky, a goth doll in a court dress sat high on a ghost ship, her long mercury-like hair glowing coldly in the night, and she sat dignified, with curiosity in her eyes—a scene that resembled a classical and mysterious painting.

Duncan was a little surprised for a moment - after a few "real trivia" of chickens and dogs, he had almost forgotten the elegant and mysterious impression that this puppet lady had brought to him when she first lay in the wooden box, so that he was a little stunned when he saw Alice in a quiet state at this time.

Alice didn't know what the captain was thinking, she just asked again curiously, "Captain, are we going to rob?" ”

This sentence is more damaging to her image.

Duncan looked at the puppet with a smile: "Do you like robbery?" ”

"No," Alice shook her head, "that sounds boring." ”

"But you were 'robbed' by me to the ship." Duncan reminded her with a smile.

“…… yes," Alice thought for a moment, nodded her head, and then asked, "Shall we rob now?" ”

"No," Duncan waved his hand and walked unhurriedly to his captain's quarters, "I also find robbery rather boring—a walk is more appropriate as an after-dinner exercise than one. ”

Duncan returned to the captain's quarters, and after a brief command to the goathead to take the helm, he entered the chamber as he had done last time, and closed the door.

He had already decided to go on a second spiritual walk tonight.

But unlike last time, this time he was going to test this with the pigeon Aye.

A cluster of dark green sparks jumped on Duncan's fingertips, and the moment the flames jumped, the dove that had been wandering around the table disappeared in the blink of an eye, and a figure condensed on his shoulder.

Feeling the vague connection between Ay and himself, Duncan slowly calmed down, and then he recalled the "feeling" he had when he activated the brass compass last time, and began to try to communicate with Aye-

The invisible green flame turned into a thin thread and wrapped around Ae's wings, and in the next second, the white dove was suddenly wrapped in flames!

As the flames burned, the white dove's feathers turned into illusory forms, the rising green flames seemed to reshape its flesh and bones, and Aye raised her wings in the flames, and the brass compass hanging from its chest snapped open—the dial depicting occult runes shimmered, and the central hand pointed straight into the distance after a frantic spin.

The surrounding scene disintegrated, and the familiar dark space appeared in Duncan's eyes, followed by those familiar streams of light, and countless dotted "lights".

Duncan followed the feelings in his heart and looked at the stars, looking for the next suitable "target" to touch.

Suddenly, he was attracted to one of the clusters of starlight.

He didn't know if it was the "Captain Duncan's instinct" that Goathead was always talking about, but he decided to follow that feeling - whoever was behind the starlight, and now that he was in touch with Captain Duncan.

……

In the abandoned sewers on the edge of the city-state of Purland, the few Helios cultists who had narrowly escaped from the guardians of the Church were silent.

The underworld has fallen into a deep night, and the underworld has only a faint light sheltering the abandoned room.

Even the most ferocious and inhuman cultists will feel nervous and terrifying in this approaching darkness.

The rags next to it were laid on the floor, and the dying man was about to exhale his last breath.

Listening to the gradually low and difficult gasps, several pairs of eyes invariably looked at the dying man.

They stared at their "compatriots" on the floor, and everyone knew very well that this person was indeed unlikely to survive the night.

In this way, under the gaze of several pairs of eyes, the man's chest on the floor rose and fell for the last time—he exhaled the last breath of his life.

"May the sun continue to shine on your soul in the darkness," the black-robed cultist next to him said slowly in a low voice, and then waved his hand, "...... him"

The next second, his words were suddenly choked back.

Before his eyes, the corpse, with its eyes closed, began to breathe again.

(It's time to push the book.,This time the title of the book is "My Anime King Story.,It's really okay.,From the work of a book friend.,The content can be guessed by looking at the name?") Let's post a brief introduction directly:

Xia Yu is an ordinary house, taking the ACG encyclopedia system to travel to a parallel world where ACG culture is very barren, determined to spread ACG culture in the whole world, and let the two-dimensional banner be planted all over the world.

From "Pokémon", it began to emerge, and then, Touhou, magical girls, ship girls, LL, V family, Gundam, and various beliefs began to appear.

A new era has arrived. ）