The clues seem to be strung together.

There are traces of contamination in the history of Purand, there is a twisted and closed space-time boundary point in the chapel of the sixth block, and there is an eerie subspace rift hidden on the icon of the Storm Goddess, and the subspace ...... Can pollute everything except subspace.

Shirley is one of those who remembers the fire, when it broke out, she should have died like everyone else, but she fused with a ghostly hound and survived, and she kept the memory of the fire at a time when everyone's perception was distorted by history.

Now, a group of Eventual Preachers have attacked Shirley—subspace-worshipping fanatics who are deranged and absurd, but who are not far from "correct history" and "loopholes".

Of course, Duncan will not believe the absurd "truths" in their mouths, and even more so the "correct history" they say, but one thing is obviously not wrong - these cultists are inseparable from the historical insanity in the city-state of Purland, and the subspace forces behind them are the culprits of everything, and people like Shirley remember the fire back then...... It is the great enemy in the eyes of this group of fanatics who vainly try to pollute reality with erroneous history.

But not all problems are explained.

How did these lunatics suddenly discover Shirley's "loophole"? What does historical pollution have to do with the "black sun"? The Black Sun does not have the ability to pollute history, so what role did that "Sun God" play in this matter? And most importantly......

Nina, the suspected carrier of the Sun Fragments, will also be targeted by these cultists?

Duncan's eyes were cold as he looked at the three frenzied Last Missionaries, and he raised his finger slightly—a cluster of faint green flames suddenly ignited on one of them, and the flames scorched the body of the cultist, who could be considered a "transcendent object", causing him to suddenly curl up on the ground with a scream, and causing the other Last Missionaries to suddenly fall silent.

"Fire ...... Blasphemous Fire ......" A cultist's eyes widened, and even the mad and painless followers of the subspace showed fear when they saw the green flame, "Blasphemy, blasphemy...... Blasphemous! ”

"If you don't want to burn yourself, continue to cooperate with my question," Duncan ordered flames to burn all over the deck, a web of fire that surrounded the three cultists, scorching their spirits and bodies, "I ask you, how exactly do you pollute history?" Did it start in the Sixth Block? ”

"We're putting history back on track!" Even though they were intimidated by the ghostly flames, the preachers did not forget the rhetoric, and one of them craned his neck and shouted, "Sixth Block...... The Sixth Block was just a failed attempt, but it wasn't nothing, it wasn't a ......"

Is the Sixth Block just a failed attempt?

Duncan immediately frowned, the other party did not answer honestly, but still revealed some crucial information!

First of all, the fire back then was really caused by these subspace followers, and it was not simply a fire caused by the presence of fragments of the sun as he thought at first, and secondly, it seems that these cultists' attempts to pollute history have not been completely successful - the fire eleven years ago did not achieve the expected results!

Immediately after that, he suddenly thought of another crucial year number—1885.

It was the number that Vanna found in the basement of the chapel, pointing to the year when the nuns of the chapel died in battle, and it should theoretically be the time when that church was invaded by subspace forces.

The fire broke out eleven years earlier in 1889, four years after the nun was killed in battle.

That is, four years after the invasion of the chapel, these die-old preachers created the fire of 1889 – which they called a "failed attempt."

A timeline seemed to become clear before Duncan's eyes.

"You have failed twice," Duncan said, looking at the last preacher who was being scorched by the flames of the ghost, "In 1885 you invaded a chapel in an attempt to spread the pollution of history from which to origin, but a nun sabotaged your plans with her life, sealing away that year's 'invasion and her own' death in the underground sanctuary; ”

"Four years later, in 1889, you carried out a second plan to cause a fire in the sixth block where the chapel is located, trying to cover reality with a 'city-state destroyed by fire, a branch of history, but failed, and the fire was wiped out by an unknown force and could not continue to burn......"

"And then you lurked in the city-state until today, looking for an opportunity to continue this plan, until you found the loophole of Shirley, and you thought that the failure of the plan had something to do with her survival, so you wanted to get rid of this 'hidden danger' first,"

The ghostly flames were blazing, and the last preacher curled up in the flames, and even the flesh that was not afraid of pain seemed to be unable to resist the pain of burning the soul, but the mad man did not have the slightest intention of answering the question, but slowly opened his mouth and looked at Duncan with a creepy smile.

"You don't have to answer, I can see the answer in your eyes—you're mocking and resentful, which means I'm right," Duncan didn't pay attention to the other man's provocation, but continued calmly, "I have another question next...... What is the connection between you and the 'Black Sun'? The fire of 1889 was started by fragments of the sun...... You made the pieces? ”

The Last Missionary remained silent.

Duncan spread the flames over the other two, watching them curl up and twitch in the fire, still not getting a word of answer.

"If you don't say it, then I can only guess." Duncan sighed and waved away the flames—he had realized that this mere "pain" meant nothing to these subspace-embracing fanatics, who had long since mutated their bodies and spirits.

"I guess you have some cooperation with the Sunbelievers...... No, maybe it's a partnership with the 'Sons of the Sun' behind those believers? You help the children of the sun to revive their Lord, and the way of recovery...... Is it from 'history, summoning the sun?' ”

Looking at the few cultists who were still silent, Duncan only paused slightly, and then continued: "In the early days of the city-state, there was a 'Wilhelm, the city-state' whose name no one knew about, and the last news that this city-state left to the world was 'the Black Sun has descended from history,...... So, isn't this the first time you've done this kind of thing, summoning the sun from history that should have been extinguished...... So the process of calling itself is the greatest pollution of history, right? ”

When all the trivial clues suddenly came together, when all the lines gradually joined together, and those things that were once incomprehensible and even unthinkable became imaginable facts, Duncan's imagination and memory were running at high speed at this moment, and those things that were known, unknown, and knowable gradually turned into clear trajectories in his mind.

Of course, there are still many unexplained questions - such as how this group of Ultimate Preachers hooked up with the Sun Cult, such as how they summoned the Sun from history, such as whether the ordinary Sun Cultists and priests knew these secrets of the upper echelons, these are still unanswered.

And even the things he had just thought of, many of them were based on speculation, and if the few last preachers in front of him did not admit it, then he lacked crucial evidence.

The spirit flames on the deck gradually retracted, and finally only a wall of fire around the three cultists remained, and Duncan stood in front of this flame, looking down at the "preachers" with expressionless faces.

"You must be the only one who has infiltrated the city-state, right?

"Where are the others hiding? What are you going to do next? Keep eliminating what you call 'loopholes,' Or is it waiting for an opportunity to cause more pollution? ”

"Still refusing to answer?"

Duncan's questions were thrown one by one, and finally one of the cultists finally moved.

The scrawny maniac slowly tugged at the corners of his mouth, raised his head to look at Duncan, and said in a hoarse and muffled voice: "We are not hiding in the so-called city-state...... We hide in this cursed and twisted history that should have come to an end...... It begins, and it doesn't end...... What the flamebearer can't do, you can't do,' Mr. Captain,......

The corners of this cultist's mouth became more and more grinning, his smile was chilling, and his voice was low, as if with bewitchment and chill: "I just saw that your humanity is really dazzling, where did you pick it up?" ”

Duncan's eyes suddenly changed slightly, and he stepped forward, his voice majestic and suppressed: "What do you mean?" ”

“…… Have a nice day, Mr. Captain," the preacher seemed to change suddenly, from a deranged believer to a polite citizen, and he slowly got up and sat on the deck, his gaze as if he had gone over Duncan, and scanned the large deserted Lost Ship, "Ah...... The Promised Land, the Ark of Promise......"