"Captain, are you sure it's all right?" Alice looked nervously at the "small flame" in Duncan's hand, and kept grabbing the lace decoration on the side of the dress with both hands, "Don't burn my house down......"

Duncan held a spirit fire in his hand, and while looking for a place to start next to Alice's "coffin", he looked back at the puppet helplessly: "My spirit fire is completely under control - don't you believe in my power?" ”

When Alice heard this, she quickly waved her hand: "I believe, I believe ......"

Duncan then withdrew his gaze and froze.

With the conditions on the Lost Land, it is unlikely that Alice's "coffin" will be fully tested, but this does not mean that he can't do some "preliminary research" first, and now that he has become more and more proficient in the control of the spirit fire, he has vaguely felt some doorways to use this flame to explore the secrets of the supernatural.

He still didn't dare to use the flame on Alice easily, but if it was to study her wooden box...... That's a different story.

After some preparation, Duncan finally reached out slowly, extending a cluster of flames from his fingertips to the surface of the ornate wooden box.

The flames sank silently into the box like an illusory reflection, and Alice's eyes widened, carefully observing the movement in front of her, and after a short silence of two or three seconds, she saw a phantom flame suddenly spread out in her field of vision—

The spirit fire began to burn on the wooden box, burning from the inside out! The entire box took on a translucent texture in the blink of an eye, and in this seemingly real and illusory scene, the raging flames began to fill every detail of the box quickly, as if reconstructing its "skeleton" structure!

"Hey, Captain, it's burning, it's burning!"

The puppet screamed in surprise, but her screams were not answered—Duncan was now focused on the manipulation of the flames and the perception of the "coffin", and he stared solemnly at the dancing flames and the illusory wooden box in front of him, and the voice of Alice in his ears was ethereal as if it came from another world.

Duncan's mind was gradually quieting, he felt that his surroundings were getting quieter and quieter, even the never-ending wind and waves on the endless sea seemed to be gradually moving away from his perception, he felt that his power had penetrated into an extremely vast "place", and more and more "perceptions" were entering his consciousness through the channels established by the flames-

This is very different from how he felt when he used the flame to transform the Sun Talisman!

If he had to make an analogy, transforming the Sun Talisman with flames made him feel as easy as filling a glass of water, but at this moment, he felt that his flames were surging into a large lake, and the volume of the two was not at the same level at all.

This is the difference between artificially mass-produced transcendent objects and anomalies ranked 099?

Duncan suddenly realized something in his heart, and in this flash of thought, he suddenly felt that the connection of the flames had finally reached some kind of peak—the transmission of power suddenly became as smooth as a river, and then the turbulent "memory" poured into his mind!

The sound of the waves...... The waves crashed against the unfamiliar shoreline, the cold wind blew over the high walls, the towering walls stood in the distance, vague as if frozen, and crowds of people...... Wobbly, dim, silhouette-only crowd......

Duncan's vision floated somewhere, it seemed to be two or three meters above the ground, he looked around in astonishment, but he only saw the unfamiliar city-state and the high platform on the coastline, he saw countless black shadows gathered around the high platform, it seemed to be a crowd of shadows, but none of them could be seen clearly.

The humming sound came from all directions, it seemed to be the whispering of people, but it was surprisingly loud and noisy, and Duncan tried to distinguish it, and finally found that it was not the sound of people talking at all, but countless "voices" of the heart—the confusion of thoughts in the mind, the self-talk in a tense and oppressive atmosphere, the prayer to the gods, and the plea in fear.

The "dark shadows" did not speak, but their voices swept through the high shore like a storm.

Duncan's heart moved, and he suddenly turned around.

In the pale and dim light of the sky in the distance, he saw something towering.

A guillotine—its sharp blades glowing with cold light in the dimness.

With what little historical knowledge he had in his mind, and the origins behind Anomaly 099, Duncan realized where he was.

He looked underneath the guillotine, and it seemed that as his perception became more secure, the vague figure under the guillotine quickly became clear.

He saw the queen, the Queen of Frost who had been executed by the rebels half a century ago—her silver hair, her lilac eyes still bright in the darkness, her slightly thin dress in the cold wind, but she gritted her teeth so that her body did not tremble in the slightest.

She really had the exact same face as Alice.

Duncan's heart was full of strangeness, he looked at the lady who had the same appearance as Alice, although he knew that this was the "body" in history, he couldn't help but preconceive of the image of the lively puppet on the ship in his mind, and the next second, a voice suddenly came from nowhere and interrupted his thoughts-

"Your time is up, Frost Queen."

The voice was cold and distant, but it sounded beside the guillotine as if it had pierced through the curtain of history.

In the next second, Duncan saw two apparitions suddenly appear next to the guillotine, and those two apparitions came to the Frost Queen's side, as if they wanted to press the queen's arm to make her kneel under the guillotine, but the queen's posture did not move, and the two tall phantoms were as weak as children.

Duncan heard the noise around him suddenly become even more turbulent than before, and the countless black shadows suddenly shook one after another, and there were even some clear shouts in the middle - the cold and distant voice from before sounded again, this time it seemed to be a little more angry: "Quiet! Maintain order at the execution ground! ”

More apparitions emerged around the guillotine, and the Frost Queen was finally pinned down to the cold instruments of torture, kneeling in the cold dust, but still looking up, calmly gazing at the high walls of the city-state in the distance, and above her neck, the sharp, heavy blades began to rise with the sound of a creaking winch......

Duncan frowned, even though he knew that this was only a phantom in the historical record, he subconsciously stepped forward when he looked at Alice's face, wanting to reach out......

But just as he had "moved", the Frost Queen under the guillotine suddenly turned her head slightly—she looked at where Duncan was, at what should have been empty in the time and space she was, and she opened her mouth and said clearly and softly:

"Whoever you are, don't pollute history."

Duncan paused in shock, and then, even more alarmed, he heard someone next to the guillotine exclaiming, "Who are you talking to?!" ”

The Frost Queen had already withdrawn her gaze, as if she had suddenly figured out something, and there was a smile of relief on her originally cold face, and she turned her head, as if to say to the executioner beside her, "Do it, before the sun sets." ”

The guillotine fell suddenly.

The boundless darkness suddenly surged in from all directions, and the illusion of history began to tear apart into fragmented light and shadow, Duncan felt that his connection with "here" was rapidly weakening, he knew that this "echo" had come to an end, and in the illusion that was constantly crumbling and distant, he could still hear some noisy and broken sounds, those voices were far and near, and he could only vaguely hear a few fragments of them—

“…… The Frost Queen is dead, and we've cut off the Lost Homeland's way back to the real world......"

“…… Ray Nora tried to build a second ship...... She colluded with the shadows of subspace, the evidence is conclusive, and she is innocent......"

“…… The new Archon will soon restore order, and all materials related to the Abyssal Exploration Project will be destroyed...... Those who actively report still have a chance to be forgiven......"

"Pursue the rebel ship Sea Mist and defect to the navy...... Life or death...... Wait, what's the sound...... Get out of here, it's going to collapse! ”

Exclamations, shouts, the cracking and collapsing of huge objects, the roaring waves......

Duncan suddenly broke out of the boundless darkness, as if returning from a deep dive, and at the end of the darkness he heard a series of loud noises that sounded as if the entire cliff had collapsed from the shoreline into the sea.

He witnessed a piece of history with his own eyes, and heard that history had fallen into nothingness in the darkness.

He saw an apparition in history, and the apparition begged him not to pollute it.

He slowly opened his eyes, saw the familiar cabin, heard the familiar sound of the waves, and saw the familiar puppet sitting at the head of the bed, pulling out its head and stuffing it back, having a lot of fun.

Duncan: "......? ”