Duncan now began to understand why the world was so fearful and hated by the Lost Ship, and regarded its captain as a plague.

Because in a sense, this "mobile scourge" is really like a plague.

In a dark and chaotic space, Duncan quietly watched the leaping flames in his hands, feeling the power contained in this extremely docile flame for him.

Fire is the most special existence in the world - it is not only the carrier of light and warmth, but also the guarantee for the development of mortal civilization in the midst of crises, it maintains the balance of order between the transcendent realm and the real world.

It also symbolizes the gods to the earthly world

of blessings and shelters.

In the vast majority of fields involving the transcendent, "fire" occupies a special place and role.

And his flame seems to carry something extremely dangerous. … Characteristics, even in the transcendent realm, are more terrifying than all flames. It has the ultimate pollution, the ultimate stealth, the ultimate power of snatching and blasphemy.

From the only known information, the spirit fire has the ability to contaminate and distort otherworldly objects, can also be used to occupy the shells of the dead, and can even hide in the souls of the living, even the power of the saints cannot completely remove them—the flames will smolder in the soul at a good moment, creating a hidden passage to the Lost Land.

This is equivalent to a plague that is almost imperceptible and uneradicated, and at least for now, it seems that the power of the so-called "saints" is of little use in the face of this flame. Duncan exhaled softly.

He didn't know what the use of this tenuous connection between himself and Vana would come in handy, but at least for now, it seemed that with just the right "medium" and some kind of "opportunity", he could directly see and hear the situation near that saint, and according to his perception at the time near the "mirror", he should also be able to cast his power near that saint to a certain extent—the most effective way to put it was to pollute the "flame" near that saint

When the passage was established, he clearly sensed the presence of a "flame" next to Vanna, and that the flame was responding to his own pryeing, and with the experience he had accumulated while manipulating the spirit fire, he could be sure that the "flame" must be the condition for establishing a connection.

As for what exactly are the appropriate "medium" and "opportunity....... Former. For the time being, it is certain that the 'mirror' and the 'flame' can be used as carriers of the projection channel (or, in the 'professional term' of the otherworldly realm, 'ritual props'). …....

Duncan recalls the words he heard when the connection was suddenly established:

“..... Instead, it might associate them with the loss of numbers........""

He immediately sensed the establishment of the passage after hearing this sentence, so the opportunity may also be in this sentence. "Is the word "lost multi" ......?"

Duncan's knowledge of the Transcendental Realm was limited, but even if he knew that little, he knew the special role of "name" in the Transcendental Realm.

Duncan Abnomar's name, the name "Lost Country", has power.

He had a certain answer in his mind for the time being:

When Vanna, the "carrier", utters the name "Lost Lot" near the flames and mirrors, the connection between her and the Lost Land will be instantly strengthened, and if Duncan's side takes the initiative to respond to this "call", the passage will be established.

His thoughts gradually calmed down, and Duncan withdrew his gaze at the little "stars" in the distance.

He has no contradiction with the Deep Sea Church, and he has no ill will towards the young Inquisitor Miss, and naturally he does not intend to use this connection to harm the other party, but if this connection can bring him some value every once in a while

of the intelligence ...... It's not bad

Affair.

The dark and chaotic space and the sparkling light faded like water, and Duncan opened his eyes to see that he had "returned" to his bedroom. The golden mask that resembled the sun was lying quietly at his hand, and the pigeon Aye was squatting on the table near the mask, napping.

The bird had been sent to talk to the goat's head, but for some reason he didn't want to talk, so he sent the bird back. After a moment's hesitation, Duncan reached out and picked up the sun mask.

Although he has experienced some hiccups and encountered a lot of unexpected information, now things are finally back on track - he has time to study this "solar relic". He first flipped the mask back and forth a few times to confirm the details of the shape and the specific material of the object, and in the middle of it, he suddenly noticed that the corner of the mask seemed to be knocked a little. The bumble was faintly dark.

Duncan frowned, and in the next second, the pigeon that was still napping on the table suddenly opened its eyes, flapped its wings and jumped and shouted: "Iron copper!" Copper plating of iron!"

As soon as Duncan heard the pigeon's words, he felt more and more that the broken part of the mask was more and more dazzling, and he quickly picked at the broken part with his fingernails, studied it carefully for a few more moments, and finally came to the conclusion with a blank expression

The real TM is copper plating of iron, not even gold plating.

Because some places in the corners of the mask have even begun to turn green.....

"Isn't this fooling?" The psychological gap made Duncan finally can't help but sneer, he looked at the heavy iron lump in his hand with great frustration, recalled the "reselling" plan in his heart when he was just about to study the mask before, and felt cold in his heart, "This is still counting on a few more layers from those cultists..... mass-produced holy relics can't be done like this, right?!"

Dove Ay rolled his eyes at Duncan's muttering, flapped his wings and shouted, "Are you ripe?" Duncan reacted for a moment before he realized what the pigeon meant—it meant "is it all genuine in your shop"? After saying that, he stopped paying attention to the bird spirit next to him, and instead focused on the golden mask.

After confirming that this thing was really a worthless mass-produced product, his "test" no longer had to worry about it.

A faint green flame rose from his fingertips, covering the surface of the golden mask like flowing water, and then gradually seeped into the interior of the "holy relic" under Duncan's control.

The mass production of the holy relic is also a holy relic, the real material of this thing is iron and copper, and the runes engraved inside it and the sun shape on its surface must also be able to play a transcendent role, since the sun priest can use this thing to communicate with his "gods", it means that this sun mask can be analyzed and studied according to the laws of extraordinary items.

Duncan's experience in the field of otherworldly objects has been his main experience in setting fire to a disagreement – the most recent practice was the burning of Alice's coffin box with a green fire, which has proven to be very effective. Feeling the flames gradually invading the inside of the mask, Duncan also concentrated his mind and began to perceive the information that might be contained inside this transcendent object.

It's a mass-produced thing, and its "person" is certainly not as good as Alice's puppet coffin, and Duncan thinks he should soon be able to figure out the function and usage of this thing, and contaminate and usurp it as his own. With this in mind, he spied into the truth in the depths of the mask - but in the next second, things turned out beyond his expectations!

A thunderous explosion suddenly exploded in his mind, as if the depths of this ordinary mask were suddenly "exploded" by him, and his spirit that went deep into the mask suddenly felt a huge and scorching power overflow, and then he felt as if he had "passed" a passage, or pushed open a door, and the magnificent illusion poured into his mind!

It might have been a second, maybe even shorter, it was just a few flashes of images in which he witnessed a blazing ball of fire hanging alone in the darkness of space. The sun, a real, burning, enormous gravitational ..... Fixed star.

In the astonishing heat and tearing gravity, Duncan faced the scorching sun, but he did not turn into ashes in the sun—the star seemed to be just a phantom from before the ancient times, it still had the majesty and momentum that once existed, but it could not really affect the real world.

Duncan stared at the scorching sun burning in the illusion in amazement, and then watched the scorching sun slowly turn an angle in his vision.

On the back side of the sun, there are dark pale flesh and hundreds of millions of curly and withered tentacles, these pitiful limbs that stretch for hundreds of millions of kilometers, together surrounded by a huge pupil that is half-open and half-closed, and has been decayed for an unknown number of years.

The scorching corona burned on the false shell woven and supported by flesh and wrists—releasing the power of imitating the "sun", but it was ultimately a fake.

—A faint, even hallucinatory voice sounded in Duncan's ears:

"Usurper........ Extinguish me....... Please........"