No one understands the line between life and death better than Tirion and his undead sailors.

Bartók, the god of death, has a door that anchors the boundary between life and death, in short, as long as the soul of the living passes through that door, it arrives in the world of the dead, and that door is one-way - in other words, as long as it does not pass through that door, then neither a brief corpse awakening nor a persistent curse of the undead is actually a true "death and resurrection".

"There are many people in the world who confuse 'undead' with 'dead', and even think that the former is a loophole in the door of death," Tirion turned his head and looked at the noisy sailors in the square, and said calmly, "but in reality, they were only rejected by that gate because of soul pollution, so they were stuck on the border between life and death, and if it is divided according to the strict concept of the Church of Death, the 'undead' actually belong to the world of the living." ”

Duncan didn't speak for a moment, but recalled his experience in that cemetery.

Awakened in a coffin, he is called a "restless man" by the caretakers of the cemetery; A group of Annihilationists had come to steal the corpse, which they seemed to have expected to move; The shell suddenly disintegrated itself, as if "reaching some kind of limit......

"Frost may not have seen the resurrection of the dead, but most likely there were witnesses of the dead appearing in the city, and it is very likely that there is a group of annihilation cultists behind these events," Duncan said unhurriedly after groaning, "but I can't say how much they have infiltrated or what they want to do." ”

"Annihilation?" Tyrion was taken aback, he didn't expect this to be related to the cultists all of a sudden, "How are you sure it has something to do with them?" ”

"They had tried to take a corpse from the city-state cemetery, and they seemed well prepared, and even expected it to move—though it turned out to be a little different from what they had expected."

Tirien listened stunned for a moment, and then looked at his father with some suspicion: "You...... How do you know this information? And it's so detailed......"

"That corpse is me."

TYRION: "...... Yes? ”

"It wasn't important that I was on a night walk and I happened to meet a corpse thief," Duncan didn't elaborate, "it doesn't matter, what matters is whether the 'return of the dead' event has something to do with the 'deep sea' beneath the frost." ”

"The Return of the Dead and the 'Deep Sea'?" Tirion frowned, he really hadn't associated these two things together, and when he heard his father suddenly mention it, he couldn't help but be a little puzzled, "Why do you say that?" ...... between these two things"

"Quite simply, the shell I 'used temporarily' underwent a strange disintegration at the end, and the state of disintegration was very similar to the 'replica' of the Abyss Project you described."

"Disintegrating state?" Tyrion's tone was surprised, followed by confusion, "But...... The replica of the Abyss Project came from the bottom of the sea a thousand meters below, how could the dead in the city-state have anything to do with it......

He paused, the expression on his face becoming complicated and solemn, and only raised his head after a moment: "Could it be that the power of 'copying' has spread in the city-state, and those cultists you mentioned are the promoters?" But there shouldn't be anything involved between the Annihilation Cultists and the deep sea......"

Listening to Tirion's self-talk, Duncan suddenly thought of something else.

In the deepest part of the Obsidian, in the mouth of "Captain Christo", that small piece of flesh and blood contained the breath of the Dark Holy Lord!

If the ghost ship really came from the deep sea beneath the frost, if that Captain Christo (whether he was a clone or an original) had actually come into contact with the Ghost Lord...... The annihilation cultists in the city-state have something to do with the deep sea!

Tirion looked curiously at the figure on the ice, "Father, what are you thinking?" ”

"How much do you know about the Dark Lord? What about the annihilationists? Duncan suddenly looked up and asked, "How many dealings have you dealt with them?" ”

"I haven't dealt with much - the Annihilation Cultists are not as elusive as the Last Preachers, but they are also a low-key, secretive group of people who are obsessed with studying demonic knowledge and 'purifying' themselves through demonic knowledge, and generally have nothing to do with outsiders."

Tirion shook his head, and continued, "Speaking of the Dark Lord...... I have heard that He is a person who is equivalent to a god, but does not have the authority of a god, and in a few accounts, he is a huge mass of flesh prostrate in the deepest part of the Netherworld, guarding a large rift leading to the subspace with countless wrists and feet, but there are also theories that He was actually stuck in that chasm, and that some great force sealed it there......

"This information has always been vague and bizarre, after all, mortals have almost no means to observe the Nether Realm, and all research in this area is based on indirect observation of spiritual projections and the torture of the souls of certain Annihilation Cultists."

Speaking of this, Tirion couldn't help but ask curiously, "Why did you suddenly ask about the Nether Holy Lord?" ”

"In the deepest part of the Obsidian, I found a small piece of flesh, most likely from the Nether Lord."

TYRION: "......? ”

He was visibly more stunned tonight than his old father had just seen the twelve badika dancers dance on stage.

"I know you don't believe it, but it's true," Duncan could certainly see the disbelief on Tirion's face, "I have a ghostly demon over here, and it can help identify it." ”

Tirion's tone was still a little confused, "Dark Demon? Help with identification? ”

"A ghostly hound—you've seen it," Duncan said casually, "though you only saw it for a moment. ”

Tirien was stunned, as if remembering something, and immediately reached out and touched his forehead.

Duncan nodded, "Yes, that's it." ”

Tirion didn't know what to say.

Duncan lifted his gaze, looking over Tirion's shoulder and in the direction of the square.

After a few rounds of dancing, it's time for even the dancers who have taken the potion in advance to rest.

"It's time for the conversation to end," Duncan said suddenly, "this time things seem more complicated than you and I think, and it's hard to draw any conclusions from this discussion through a layer of mirrors." ”

"What do you mean ......"

"I'll send a messenger over and I'll take you to the Lost Country, where we can talk more about things and see for yourself what I've brought out of the depths of the Obsidian."

Going to the Lost Homeland?!

Even though it was a calm-tone invitation, Tirion couldn't help but feel a chill and nervousness instantly.

He struggled to control the change in his expression, but the instantaneous reaction in his eyes still fell on Duncan's eyes.

"If you don't want to, I can go straight over," the voice on the ice said faintly, "but you need to prepare yourself with your men first." ”

Tyrion's expression tensed.

Go to the Lost Country yourself, or let the Lost Country sail into the base of the Sea Mist Fleet?

Either option, it seems to be a bit of a challenge to achieve in life.

But after a short trade-off, he made a decision with reason.

"Send a messenger, it's more convenient for me to get there."

Tirien stared at his father in the ice.

Reason tells himself that his father has really regained his humanity, so even if he is a lost country returning from subspace...... Theoretically, it's not a dangerous place.

What can't be passed?

In the past, you only need to make some psychological preparations, but if you let the Lost Country directly sail into the home port, then you are not the only one who needs to be psychologically prepared.

Just a little bit of nervous instinct is needed.

"That's good," Duncan nodded, as if pleased with Tirion's answer, and then he took a slight half-step back, and his figure quickly dimmed and blurred in the ice, "Then I'll leave first, I still have some things to do, and I'll let you know before the messenger leaves." ”

Tirion bent slightly in front of the ice that was gradually returning to normal, and waited until the last shimmer of green flame dissipated before he straightened up again.

Then he settled down, turned and walked in the direction of the square.

In the square, the noise of the second half of the night had not ceased, and the undead sailors were either eating and drinking, or laughing and talking, and some of the rude people who were closer to the stage tried to whistle at the dancers on stage, but only to make comical noises because of the leakage of air in their mouths or throats.

On the stage, the dancers had finished their performances, they stood in a row under the command of the foreman, as if waiting for the next order to disband, the cold wind blew through the gap between the bonfire and the wind shield, and several of the girls seemed to be a little trembling, and in their numb and dull eyes, a smart look gradually began to emerge.

The effect of the alchemical potion is almost over, and normal feelings will return to their minds.

There was a little curiosity on the faces of the two girls, but fear gradually appeared in the eyes of more people.

The square is full of strangely shaped undead people - even if you have made mental preparations in advance, this is not a scene that ordinary people can bear.

The first mate, Aiden, ran out, he had been paying attention to the movement on the stage, and at this time he came directly to the highest point in the square, and shouted at the sailors who were still noisy with a broken gong: "Disperse, disperse!" No dancing! The most frightening-looking ones covered their faces, and the missing arms and legs got under the table, and the girls were leaving—out of the way...... Willen! You get under the table for me! I was scared when I saw that face! ”

So the sailors in the square responded violently, covering their faces, hiding, making noise and giggling, and the dancer foreman on the stage first looked at this scene a little bewildered, and then reacted, hurriedly and embarrassedly saluted Aiden, and hurriedly took the girls off the stage.

The girls struggled to hide themselves behind the others with nervous and fearful looks, hurrying to their makeshift accommodations.

There were also two very bold girls who deliberately stopped, blinking their eyes and looking curiously at the undead in the square.

A girl looked up as she passed Aiden, grinning and not knowing what to say, and the first mate was embarrassed and almost fell off the platform.

The dancers from Cold Harbor are leaving.

Aiden finally noticed Tirien coming to the plaza.

(End of chapter)