Deep Sea Embers

Fanna raised her head and looked at the lady in the black dress who was checking the mental state of some cultists. The latter noticed her gaze and raised her head to greet her slightly.

The other party looked like he was only in his early twenties, but he had a calm temperament that was far more mature than his age. His long black hair was curled up behind his head, and the blue crystal earrings on his earlobes were shaking, reflecting a gas lamp not far away. of reflection.

"...Heidi is here too...Did the city hall send her here?" Fanna asked the young guard beside her.

"No, Ms. Heidi happened to be around here when the incident happened, and she came directly when she heard the news—what's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing. Although Heidi is an employee of the city hall, she has a long-term cooperative relationship with the church. After returning, you can make an on-site registration." Fanna shook her head and quickly focused her attention again. On the matter of the cult, she checked the cult priest who lost his mind and died, and asked casually, "What else did the cultists who were still able to communicate with? What was the situation at that time?"

"Their language was confusing, and two of them mentioned that the normal sacrificial ceremony was over at that time, but suddenly someone caught a fleeing sacrifice near the meeting place, so the messenger decided to sacrifice this sacrifice to The sun god..." The guardian said while recalling, "The two cultists were standing far from the altar at the time, and they didn't see the specific scene on the altar. They only said that the sacrifice pierced the heart and did not die, and instead it was high. Calling out the name of the sun god, the messenger was directly designated as a sacrifice... As a result, the messenger was sacrificed."

"...A person who was selected as a sacrifice shouted the name of the evil **** at the scene, and then directly sacrificed the person who presided over the ceremony?" Fanna seemed to hear some fantasy, and she only felt extremely absurd in her heart, but this The words came from a well-trained, loyal and reliable church guardian, and she had to take it seriously, which made her look odd, "How can something so outrageous—if that's okay? , how many victims of the cult sacrifice scene can kill those heretic priests as long as their mouths are quicker?"

"Who said no? Even the crappy priests still occupy an absolute dominant position when presiding over the ceremony. How could a weak ordinary person let the ceremony get out of control to such an extent with a casual sentence? Checked this priest, he did have traces of erosion from the projection from the 'deep' of the world, this is a real 'baptized', and according to the cult on the scene, he was holding a blessing Ritual Dagger..."

The young guard shook his head as he spoke, and then came to another corpse next to him.

"But... take a look at this, this is the 'sacrifice' that 'counter-killed' the priest."

Fana glanced at the guardian, and then her eyes fell on the corpse that had completely lost its vitality. In the next second, her eyes became sharp.

It was a thin young man, and even because he was too thin, his body shape was closer to that of a teenager, and the most notable abnormality in him was the large empty hole in his chest.

"...he has been sacrificed..."

"Yes, this is a sacrifice that has already been sacrificed. Judging from the traces at the scene and the confessions of the cultists, this 'sacrifice' may have lost its heart before being pushed to the stage," the guard said in a serious tone. "So... the real situation at the time was that there was a walking corpse who walked to the stage in full view and killed the priest who presided over the ceremony as a sacrifice."

"...The necromancer's trick?" Fanna muttered to herself, "No, the power of the black sun has great restraint on the necromancer, and the walking corpses they control can't walk carelessly in front of the totem of the black sun... Yes A resuscitator under abnormal control?"

"Have you checked the lights around here?" She suddenly raised her head and looked at the guard beside her. "Is there a completely dark underground space within five hundred meters?"

"We've checked and there's no Lightless Crypt - even the cultists know the dangers of the Lightless Crypt, and they've been very careful about leaving torches and oil lamps in the caves where the bodies were dumped."

Fanna didn't speak for a while, but bent down in front of the young man's body with strong doubts. She carefully inspected the man who had sacrificed an extraordinary person in front of everyone and caused the ceremony to completely get out of control. The "sacrifice" of him, he stretched out his hand to flip the other's stiff eyelids, trying to find the clues left by some heretical forces from his body.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a glimmer of light in the corner of her eyes - she seemed to see the young man's corpse open his eyes slightly, a faint green fire jumped up in the empty eyeballs, and a tiny spark of sparks protruded out of her. The fingertips of the index finger of the right hand, and then drifted away in the wind.

Fanna's eyes flashed, and she instantly took out the dagger from her waist with her left hand, and without hesitation, she cut off her right index finger with a wave of her hand, and then nailed the dagger to the forehead of the corpse with her backhand. The raging flames engulfed the corpse completely.

It only took her less than a second to complete all of this. At the moment when the corpse was swallowed by the flames, she had already straightened up and took two steps back. Then she took out the blessed holy oil from her waist and clenched her teeth. After removing the cork, he poured the oil inside on his right hand, which was frantically oozing blood—the holy oil touched the flesh and blood, and instantly a large white smoke burst out.

The heart-piercing pain surged up, but the expression on Fana's face did not change at all. She saw that the guardian who had been following him had quickly drawn out the steel sword from his waist, and cut down the burning "Sacrifice" with one sword. Pin"'s head, and then threw a potion mixed with seaweed extract and silver powder into the flames.

With the continuous explosions and the flames rushing high into the sky, almost licking the ceiling, the alienated corpse turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

And this loud flame did not spread to the other corpses next to it.

The surrounding guards have reacted one after another. Half of them pulled out their rune steel swords and surrounded Fanna. The other half pulled out large-caliber revolvers and quickly formed a vigilance around the periphery. The two priests at the scene also pulled out their guns. The revolver, hidden under the robe, used the incense burner to bless the muzzle while chanting the name of the storm goddess Gormona, and kept pointing the muzzle at the mad cultists who were agitated by the changes in the surrounding environment. them.

"Your Majesty Judge!" The young guard with a steel sword came to Fanna at this time, "How are you? Just now..."

"There is some kind of power remaining in that 'sacrificial' body, and this power has bypassed all the protection the goddess has given me, and even bypassed my psionic vigilance." Fanna waved her hand, and her eyes fell on her own. On the right hand—the goddess's gift took effect, the index finger that was cut off by the dagger was wriggling and recovering a little bit, but even though she felt the pain gradually dissipating, she did not settle down at all.

"The situation is not right. Not only is there a 'black sun' here, but there may be another powerful force that visited this sacrificial ceremony... And this force has not completely left, it has plans," the inquisitor said. He made a quick judgment, "Remove all the evidence and materials, and take them to the church for strict supervision. After that, all inspections and interrogations will be carried out in the church. The scene here will be thoroughly purified... Is there anyone else elsewhere?"

A guard next to him immediately replied: "Yes, we rescued a group of imprisoned 'predetermined sacrifices' in another nearby cave before, and they are now temporarily placed in the pipeline room next to them."

"Take them too, and take them to the church—even if they are victims, they must be strictly checked before they can be released," Fanna said quickly, and then she seemed to suddenly think of something, "Where's Ms. Heidi? She's all right. Bar?"

"I'm here," a calm female voice only sounded from nearby, this "psychiatrist" in a black dress and employed by City Hall walked over unhurriedly and nodded to Fanna, " Don't worry, I didn't react at all - so what happened?"

"...As many classic stories tell, cultists provoked something even more wicked than them," Fanna gave the "psychiatrist" a look, "I strongly recommend that you check these cultists and treat them later. When hypnotizing, do an extra layer of protection... There have been powers that should not have appeared here, and there are residues."