Listening to the undisguised disgust for the Annihilation Cultists in Agatha's tone, the old guard's expression did not change - he was more focused on the latest information.

Those "samples" taken from the cemetery...... In the laboratory, it took on a property similar to that of the "element" described by the cultists.

No matter how crazy the heretics were, no matter how unethical their fallacies were, as a member of the Orthodox Church, the old guards must understand the information of those heretics, understand their crazy doctrines and extremely polluting knowledge system, and in the whole set of heresies that annihilate the cultists, there is always a core:

The Holy Lord of the Netherworld, and the various "miracles" created by the Holy Lord of the Netherlands.

The Cultists of Annihilation firmly believe that the mortal world that is now favored by the gods is not a "peaceful paradise", but in fact a "place of exile" that has been severely corrupted and completely distorted, and they believe that the light and prosperity of the real world are all illusions woven by the gods, and that the true destination of mortal souls and the "unpolluted real world" is not actually here at all, but in the deep world - the dark realm.

On this basis, they believe that the Netherworld Lords and demons represent the purest, primordial, and unpolluted form of this world, and that mortals can only "return" to the Netherworld and return to the original land by purifying their own filthy flesh.

However, the mortal world is sealed off by the gods, and there is a barrier between the "distorted real world" and the "real real world (i.e., the deep sea)", and the mortal flesh and blood is the embodiment of this barrier, and as long as the mortal soul is still trapped in this shell and subjected to the constant "pollution" of life, then it is impossible to return to the darkness.

Therefore, the Holy Lord of the Netherworld will rain down a miracle called "Element" - the heretics believe that this holy substance is the basis of all things at the beginning of the birth of the world, and the blueprint of the Holy Lord when planning the "real world" is hidden in the microscopic scale of "Element", and only the "Element" can resist the curse in the flesh and blood of earthly beings, and let mortals return to the "pure posture at the beginning of birth".

And about this substance, called the "element", the annihilation cultists describe it as follows:

“…… It will take on all the characteristics of all things in the world, and will always be in a constant cycle of evolution, and it will represent all the plans and blueprints of the Nether Lord in shaping reality, and short-sighted mortals will never be able to measure the accuracy of any of the elements......"

The old guard suddenly raised his head and stared into Agatha's eyes: "...... Do you think that's the 'primor'? ”

Agatha replied without hesitation: "The primordial element is just the nonsense of those heretics, it is likely to be some new substance that cannot be explained by our current knowledge system, and its change in properties may be some natural phenomenon, or it may be some supernatural power - but it cannot be some 'miracle' descended by the Dark Lord." ”

However, in the face of such an answer, the old guard's expression did not change at all, and he still quietly stared into the eyes of the gatekeeper: "Do you think that is the 'element'?" ”

Faced with the second questioning, Agatha finally fell silent for a short time, and after two or three seconds, she exhaled softly: "But I have to admit, at least in nature...... The samples collected fit the description of the heretics. ”

The old guard looked up at the morgue not far away.

The fine snow has gradually become heavier after nightfall, and the snowflakes are constantly falling from the dark night sky, and the canes stand in the dim cemetery, and the lanterns at the top of the canes reflect the scattered snowflakes around them, as if adding a hazy texture to everything.

And his gaze passed through the scattered snowflakes and lights, and landed on an empty morgue not far away.

There used to be a special corpse parked there.

"Those samples...... It used to be a man, or at least once it looked like a man," said the old warden as if talking to himself, "and you personally led the team to send him here, and you should remember it." ”

"Of course," Agatha whispered, "there are very few corpses that need to be transported by the Gatekeeper himself, and that corpse fell into the deepest part of the mine, the deepest part of the entire city-state, from where the dead were brought out...... It's special. ”

"But he's still more special than anyone expected," the old guard turned his head to look at the young gatekeeper, "you found the real man who fell into the well the next day, so that body is obviously just a 'replica' of the real dead...... It's no wonder that replicas made of 'primitives' attract the attention of those who annihilate heretics. ”

"Maybe it wasn't they who caught their attention, but the whole thing was their handiwork," Agatha shook her head, "We suspect that the fall was the work of the cultists, with the aim of using the victims to create a 'replica' in the depths of the mine, similar to some kind of sacrificial ritual, but apparently their plan went awry, and the replica was discovered by mistake and even sent to your graveyard." ”

The old guard shrugged his shoulders: "It also attracted the attention of an unspeakable 'visitor'. ”

“…… Yes, an unspeakable visitor," Agatha's always calm expression finally changed a little, and her tone became more cautious, "and we don't yet know what he meant. ”

The old guard looked up at the sky, was silent for a moment, and then spoke: "It's late at night. ”

There was a moment of silence in the cemetery, an unspeakable treachery and silence enveloping the paths and platforms, soaked in the night breeze that carried snowflakes.

Everyone was waiting—waiting for an unspeakable visitor, or for an uneventful sunrise.

I don't know how long this silence lasted, but just as Agatha was about to persuade the old guard to go back to the hut to rest, a gentle beating sounded abruptly in the night.

A clear, deep voice came from a nearby coffin:

"Why don't you continue?"

The sudden sound of such a voice in the silent cemetery could not help but make even the well-trained church guards stunned for a moment, and Agatha felt as if even the snowflakes falling from the lights seemed to be silent for two seconds—and the next second, all the guards quickly came to the coffin where the sound came, and the sound of boots on the snow sounded intensively.

Almost instantly, Agatha turned into a pale shadow and teleported to the morgue, staring at the coffin that made the sound, and after taking two deep breaths, she let her voice speak as calmly as possible: "You are...... Visitors the day before yesterday? ”

"I took the liberty of coming, I hope it didn't scare you," Duncan in the coffin thought for a moment, and greeted casually in a casual tone, "I did come once two days ago, but there were cultists making trouble at the time, and the contact with the guard was not smooth. ”

Footsteps sounded from the side, and the old guard with gloomy eyes cautiously came to the coffin, and he quickly glanced at the dark coffin with the corner of his eye, and quickly withdrew it in the next second.

Although this time he did not lose control of his vision due to the influence of incense, and even used the medicine to resist spiritual pollution in advance, the psychological shadow brought by the last "contact" was really serious, and Rao is a veteran of a hundred battles is also extremely cautious at this moment.

“…… You've just arrived? After calming down a little, the old guard finally broke his silence.

"From the time you started talking about that 'element,'" Duncan's voice came from the coffin, "I feel like I've heard interesting information—but you suddenly stopped talking." ”

Agatha looked up and looked at the old guard with a stunned expression.

Her lips squirmed slightly, but her voice came directly into the old guard's mind: "This visitor...... Is it so approachable? ”

The old guard shrugged his shoulders and squirmed his lips slightly, likewise: "How do I know." ”

The two clergy of the Church briefly completed their exchange, and then Agatha waved her hand lightly.

The black-clad guards gathered around the coffin immediately dispersed slightly, lest the overly cautious response be seen as some kind of provocation by the "visitor" who had descended on the corpse.

Duncan had already sensed the aura around him in the coffin, he had been lying in it for more than a few minutes, since the old guard and the young woman began to talk about the "element", he had been listening patiently and curiously, and now he felt the aura around him disperse, so he smiled and said casually: "There are a lot of people here tonight." ”

“…… We have no intention of offending you," Agatha immediately replied cautiously, she could not confirm the origin of this "visitor" for the time being, but the other party did not show at least initial hostility, so showing enough politeness in the face of a high-level non-hostile "god-like" existence is the first step in communication, "The arrangement here is only to protect our own sanity." ”

"Oh, I understand, people often talk to me and suddenly have a problem in their heads, and frankly it's quite troublesome," Duncan said with a smile in his tone, "It's good that you know how to protect yourself." ”

Agatha frowned.

She'd had dealt with Otherworldly Beings a lot, some of them vicious or chaotic dangerous, but she had talked to herself like this...... It's the first time.

"We can know if you are...... Does anyone exist? After a moment of hesitation, she finally mustered up the courage to ask.

Duncan in the coffin pondered carefully.

He then reminisced about the Lostland's success in dragging the Thirteen Isles of Visceland into subspace, as well as the connection between the Thirteen Islands and the Cult of Death that he had learned from chatting with Maurice and Vanna.

"Nameless traveler, don't be curious about my name - it's good for us."

(End of chapter)