When the pigeon said this, the content and tone were as funny, funny, and silly as ever.

But now it was an undead bird covered in ghostly flames, its translucent flesh was filled with bones and tendons that flowed with flames, and its cry was mixed with a crackling roar, like the howl of a ghost when the gates of Hades were opened.

It turns out that many times there is not that much distance between the evil gate and the harmonious gate.

The spirit fire that coiled around Duncan was still burning, and he watched the three cultists disappear before his eyes, but he was not sure how the process worked.

He only knows that this is the ability of "Ai Yin".

After a few seconds, after confirming that the three cultists really couldn't come back, he tilted his head slightly and asked the pigeon on his shoulder: "...... Where did you get them? ”

Ai Yin flapped his wings, combed his feathers that had become translucent with his mouth, and reacted for a while before suddenly saying, "Retreat into the shadows!" ”

Duncan frowned, he had already begun to learn to understand the true meaning of Ai Yin's words: "...... You mean, you banished them to some kind of ...... Parallel space? Or did it turn them into some kind of untouchable state? ”

The pigeon looked up and looked at Duncan with its eyes wandering: "Coo! ”

He is now pretending to be a real pigeon again.

But believing that he had learned the truth, Duncan pressed his finger to Ayin's head, then looked around the dimly lit "shelter" once more.

In the flickering light of the oil lamp, everything in the small room was clear, the followers of the sun god who had once hid here had completely disappeared from this world, and now there was only a ghost captain who had taken possession of the body of the cultist and descended here, and his dove.

But in the dark, Duncan had a feeling—he could feel that the three cultists were still here, right next to him, trapped in this room, in the cracks of some dimension that could not be detected or accessed by any means.

He could even "feel" the few cultists shouting and struggling in vain, feeling the desperation that they wanted to reconnect with the real world, but were permanently shielded from reality by an invisible barrier.

The feeling permeated invisibly, until at some point, Duncan saw the evidence: at one of the shaking of the oil lamp on the table, at the right interplay of light and shadow, he suddenly saw a mark on the nearby wall, which looked as if it had been left by the sharp slash of the short sword—but when he looked again, the flame of the oil lamp shook again, and the mark on the wall disappeared without a trace.

That was the last contact between the Three Sun Believers and the real world.

Duncan exhaled softly and turned to leave the room with the dove.

Outside the abandoned lounge is a much narrower corridor than the sewer corridor you've seen before, with a long, deep corridor that stretches to either side, one end leading to a fork in the road and the other end connected to an upward ramp.

Even in the abandoned areas, the city's administrators apparently maintain the most basic maintenance of these underground facilities – at least, the gas lights on both sides of the corridors are still on.

Duncan briefly judged the direction of the road, and then combed the route to the surface according to the fragments of memory that remained in his mind, and soon walked towards the slope that sloped upward.

He walked faster and faster.

A fresh stream of air appeared, a cool breeze blowing Duncan's hair in his face, and he heard some distant sounds of the lake, which seemed to be the roar of some factory facility on the surface of the earth that had been running through the night, and the sound of waves that were even more distant...... It was the sound of broken waves crashing against the reef along the coast at night.

Duncan almost trotted up.

The pigeon, who had returned to normal after being detached from the spirit flames, flapped his wings on his shoulders and said in a happy voice: "The times are calling!" The times are calling! ”

Duncan stopped suddenly, he stared into the pigeon's eyes: "Don't talk casually outside - normal pigeons can't talk." ”

Ai Yin thought for a moment and flapped his wings vigorously: "Aye! ”

Duncan was amazed that the pigeon had responded correctly to him once, and he didn't know if it was a coincidence or something - but soon he stopped thinking about it.

He wants to be ready for the world.

The black robe on the body must not be worn out, in the memory of "devouring", this suspicious robe is only used in the secret ritual occasions of the sun god believers, placed on the surface of the city streets, this dress belongs to the treatment of being tied to a tree by seven or eight security guards when he shows up.

The city-state of Purland had a fairly strict curfew, and wandering back at night seemed to be a dangerous thing to do, and ordinary people who wanted to go out at night had to hold a pass and report it in advance - the cultist he possessed obviously did not have these legal procedures, so if he wanted to move around the city, he had to avoid those who watched the night.

The people responsible for maintaining order in the city at night are called "Guardians", and they appear to be the armed forces of the Deep Sea Church, and in the devoured memories, the original owner of this body has a deep fear and hostility towards the armed priests......

Duncan quickly sorted through the fragments of memories in his mind, most of them were messy and unkempt due to the memories inherited from a corpse, and he couldn't piece together the entire life trajectory of a "member of modern civilization" from them, nor could he piece together all the information about the city-state of Plain, but even the most basic part of it was enough to give him a rough idea of what he was going to do.

He first took off his black robe in front of the ramp leading to the surface—under the black robe were normal clothes, and walking outside would not attract suspicion.

He considered whether he should burn the black robe, but the flames and smoke might attract the attention of the night watchman, so he just rolled up the black robe and hid it in a corner near the ramp.

The Sun Amulet was also something that could cause trouble, but it could also contain valuable information, and after much hesitation, Duncan decided to take it with him - and when he returned to the Lost Land, he could use it to test it again to see if Ayin could bring it back with him.

He could study this thing on the Lost Homeland.

He took care of the traces of his black robe, and he roughly sorted out his appearance, trying to make himself look like an ordinary citizen, not a cultist hiding in the sewers—and only after all this did he step up the ramp.

The road ahead wasn't too far.

Duncan sped down the ramp, the fresher air filling his chest, he could already clearly hear the distant factories and the waves, and after a few minutes, he could even see a cold glow appear on the steps not far ahead.

He took a few steps forward, and the cold glow finally enveloped him completely.

He came to the surface.

Solid, stable, bathed in pale shimmering earth.

Duncan's eyes widened as he saw a city, a city that stood on the boundless sea, representing a mortal civilization - a great scar in the sky stretched across the city, illuminating the rows of rooftops, towers, and buildings beyond, and not far in front of him was the slightly dilapidated fringe town, and in the farther heights, many distant and magnificent buildings could be seen, the "Upper Town" with its cathedral and town hall.

Duncan burst out laughing, he didn't make a sound, but he couldn't breathe.

But after a few moments, he forcibly stopped laughing, took a deep breath in the cold night breeze, and strode in a certain direction in his memory.

Cultists also have their own "normal life", except for a few "priests" who are completely committed to harming the common people, the Sun Church, like most other cults, relies on a large number of ordinary people to support its operation - these bewitched grassroots believers are mostly poor citizens of the lower classes of the city, the elderly who lack attention, teenagers who are not deeply involved in the world, or like the body that Duncan occupies today......

An unnoticed, seriously ill ordinary man who runs a deceptive antique shop in downtown and struggles with life and taxes.

The terrible life of the antique shopkeeper named "Ron" is over, and his debt to some evil god has been written off with that last breath, but he still has a place in this world...... This position, Duncan is very fond of.