In the darkness of infinite chaos, at the end of the shattered continent, the cyclops carrying the entire land was watching the ghost ship that passed by at close range—the "old god" who had been dead for an unknown number of centuries turned the cloudy one-eyed in silence, as if the eye had briefly revived from the long river of time, chasing the uninvited guests who had intruded into the place.

Duncan stared at that eye, tense a little, even if it was not subject to the so-called "mental pollution", and he could not help but feel a suffocating pressure when he saw this shocking scene - but he did not act rashly, did not try to respond to that eye, but just let the Lost Country gradually pass in front of the giant, and watched the eye gradually move away from the stern of the ship after turning to a limit.

The pale cyclops didn't move further, he still carried the land on his back, floating in the endless chaos of darkness.

Behind Duncan, the goat's head, which was suspected to be the head of the dream realm, said abruptly: "The giant is the first to die." ”

Duncan abruptly turned his head and looked at the "Dream Skull" who was honestly staying on the table.

"What did you say?" He couldn't help but ask again.

"The giants were the first to die." The Dream Skull repeated the phrase again, the tone and content unchanged - and then, no matter what Duncan asked, it only answered.

Realizing that this was the only response that this "fragment of the old god" could make at this moment, Duncan did not continue to ask, but only turned his head thoughtfully to look at the cyclops who had gradually faded away from the side of the ship, and muttered to himself for a long time: "Because the stars disintegrated and shattered, Salmir, the king of the pale giants, died in the first long night......"

In the endless darkness outside the porthole, it was as if a slight noise crept in as he uttered the name "Salmir", and then faded like the wind.

Duncan glanced in the direction of the cyclops, frowned suddenly, and after a brief hesitation, walked towards the door to the captain's quarters.

Before pushing the door open, he glanced back at the "Dream Skull" on the sailing table.

The latter still stared at him silently, his obsidian-carved eyes hollow and dead.

Duncan ignored the unsettling gaze and turned to leave the captain's room.

He walked through the sloping staircase on the aft deck to the helm platform above the captain's cabin, and walked past the lifeless, mottled and tattered decks, where the heavy steering wheel awaited him at the end of the platform, swaying slightly from side to side against the dark subspace background.

As if it were a wordless invitation.

Duncan walked over to the dull steering wheel and took a deep breath as he stood in front of it.

He's going to do something bold - taking the helm of the ruined Lost in subspace is just the first step.

Once he had calmed down, he reached out and grabbed the steering wheel and unleashed the power of the flames.

In an instant, the fire spread, and the invisible and illusory spirit fire swept across the entire ship in the blink of an eye, and gradually became transparent and disappeared in the void, Duncan felt his perception suddenly spread, and then the familiar sense of "emptiness" came back with the spread of the flames.

He once again felt the nothingness of the "Lost Country", felt its phantom nature, the flames seemed to spread directly in the subspace, touching only coldness and emptiness.

But this time Duncan was prepared, and instead of interrupting the connection with the flames by the impact of this "nothingness", he ignored the uneasiness of floating in subspace as if he was completely defenseless, and instead focused more on the steering wheel in front of him, which he tried to give substance and manipulate the phantom ghost.

A creaking noise came from below the wheel, and the entire Phantom Ship began to tremble slightly—the sails of the spirit were full, and invisibly, as if a cheer was coming from far away, rang out from all directions.

The captain is back.

Duncan slowly turned the wheel, and he felt the ghost ship floating in the darkness begin to tilt slightly, and turn its course under his control.

An indescribable feeling came over me that I had really managed to control the ghost ship that was sailing in subspace, and ...... He even found navigating in subspace easier and smoother than in the real world.

The Lost Land struck an arc in the darkness, its bow turned one hundred and eighty degrees, and re-aligned itself with the piece of celestial debris that seemed to have been torn from a planet—the pale cyclops reappeared in Duncan's field of vision, and gradually moved closer to it.

Duncan set up a ship and returned to the Old God's vicinity.

As the Lost Homeland approached a certain distance, the cloudy one-eyed on the giant's face turned again, staring at Duncan in silence in the darkness.

Duncan didn't seem to care at all about the gaze—he had noticed in the previous close encounters that the gaze of this eye had no effect on him at all, and he wanted to gather more information at the moment than the nervousness of being watched.

The Lost Homeland slowly moved closer to the cyclops' face, the cloudy one-eyed growing larger and larger in Duncan's field of vision, eventually taking up almost the entire side of the ship.

Duncan brought the boat to a halt at this position, then let go of the steering wheel and stepped over to the side of the ship, taking a closer look at the eye.

The giant's eyes adjusted their angles slightly, and the hollow pupils turned to him, and the decayed one-eyed was already cloudy, as if a pale haze covered the inside of the eyeball, and Duncan saw his own figure reflected on the surface of the haze, hazy and unreal.

“…… What are you looking at? Out of some inexplicable state of mind, Duncan suddenly spoke softly.

But he didn't get a response—the giant was indeed dead, and the rolling eyeball seemed to be just some kind of "inertia" left over from the ancient god after death, or a trace of "aftertrembling" left of the massive corpse, maintaining the illusion of survival.

Duncan suddenly thought of a sentence - in the embers that gradually cooled after the extinction of all things, the corpses of the old gods ruled the ashes of the world.

The wreckage of these dead gods, even if they die again, and even for a long, long time after they die again, their wreckage still maintains a certain degree of "running", and their death is a strange and indescribable state, even if it is split into countless pieces like a goat's head, and twisted into an unbelievable appearance, this "running" will continue, this long process...... It seems to last forever.

Duncan still didn't quite understand what kind of existence these so-called "gods" or "ancient kings" were, and didn't understand what their current state was, but from the body of the pale giant king in front of him, he felt as if he was gradually ...... Touching a certain "face of truth".

At this moment, Duncan suddenly frowned.

He seemed to see something.

There seemed to be something in the giant's cloudy, misty-covered eyes.

Duncan drew closer, observing the cloudy reflection more closely, trying to discern some recognizable images from the shadows covered with a layer of time, and gradually he finally saw something in it—

He first saw a large, hideous and elegant being like a sea beast, standing in front of him, followed by a humanoid silhouette wrapped in flames, standing aside, and behind these two figures, he could see some hazy glowing things, which seemed to be a series of neatly arranged lights, which were embedded in a large cube......

In addition, there are black-robed, corpse-like giants, twisted and strange, indescribable masses, shadows floating like dark clouds above many beings, tall and thin crooked limbs, clumps of thorns, pale golden arcs......

Many illusory silhouettes like this were reflected in the giant's single eye, each with a strange form, and silently and solemnly encircled in the darkness.

Duncan stared at the figures that seemed to be able to exude infinite power even if even the only images remained, and it took nearly half a minute for him to suddenly realize what this was-

This is the figure of the "gods", the "kings of the ancients".

The giant's single eye reflected a scene that had happened a long, long time ago—a place where these mighty beings had gathered in the night between the Great Annihilation and the Age of the Deep Sea, and they stood silently around the giants.

Their figures were thus deeply imprinted in this cloudy one-eye.

It was a funeral.

It is a scene when the gods see him off after the Pale Giant King died after his failed creation.

Duncan's mind was racing and at the same time he had countless associations, and he tried to correspond to the images reflected in the giant's single eye according to the current legends in the earthly world and the information he had recently gathered, only to find that in addition to the known four gods and a few ancient gods, many of those figures could not be recorded with corresponding legends or information at all.

He didn't even know who they were—not in the Orthodox records, not even in the pagan myths and legends.

Duncan stood silent.

If each of the "gods" represents a relatively powerful civilization that survived the destruction of the world, then it seems that more than half of the "old gods" had fallen silently before the Third Long Night—and even the Book of Blasphemy did not leave their names.

The "ancient kings" who created and died like the Pale Giant King and the Dream King were the lucky ones among the fallen kings.

Duncan sighed softly and took a step back, ready to turn and leave.

But it was with this sigh that he noticed another detail.

His own figure was now reflected in the giant's one-eyed eye.

Reflected in the figures of the ancient kings frozen in time.

There was an empty seat, not too big and not too small.

It was as if they had left this place a hundred centuries ago when they gathered here to bid farewell to the Pale Giant King.

(The time to push the book is up, the title of the book is "The Witcher: Gou in the Steam Age and Add a Little Demon Hunting", from Zhu Xiaowu, the author's own thought of the book push: Steam Age, I walked in the dawn, with a musket in my left hand, a staff in my right hand, and countless little Assi holding taboos standing behind me......

The number of words is already quite a lot, and I think I can read it. ）

(End of chapter)