Chapter 776: Broken Memories

The latest website: Those messy and broken memories are like a flash of light suddenly bursting out in the dark. The flash reflects countless shadowy and hidden things. Although they are fragmented and incomplete, there is some kind of intuition that springs up from the depths of the heart. But it made Gawain instantly realize what it was—

That was the mysterious record of going to sea, or rather, it was part of the record of going to sea!

Victoria's voice drifted away, but Gawain's consciousness was already immersed in the depths of the picture that had begun to dissipate.

He "saw" an unnamed beach. The beach was rugged and desolate, with twisting cliffs and steep slopes covered with gravel extending from a distance. Waves slapped against the reefs near the beach, where the dawning glow was rising from the sea level, and the faintly splendid sun shone on the cliffs and the steep slopes, gilding the world.

There was a huge three-masted ship parked on the sea in the distance, with a broad hull, runes and mystical lines all over its hull, the signs of the storm and the sea showing that it belonged to the Church of the Storm, and it stopped smoothly in the gentle undulating. On the sea, the fine waves couldn't shake it.

Gawain "walked" into this memory, he found himself standing on the beach, surrounded by many shadowy figures - those figures were shrouded in a hazy black mist, and they couldn't see their faces clearly. They were talking about the voyage, about the On the topic of weather, every voice brought a vague sense of familiarity to Gawain, but he couldn't even remember a corresponding name.

It was as if these names had been completely erased from his subconscious mind, and even if he recalled some memory fragments, he could not regain them.

Memory could not be disturbed or modified, and Gao Wen didn't know how to turn these shadowy shadows into clear shapes. He could only follow the guidance of memory and continue to "walk" to the depths.

The time to leave seemed to have come.

A small boat for boarding appeared on the beach at some point, and Gawain boarded it with the figures covered in black mist and headed for the big ship in the distance.

The sun is gradually jumping out of the sea, the night has almost completely receded, and the scene on the sea is becoming clearer and clearer, but even so, there is a lantern with a vague outline hanging at the front of the boat, which seems unnecessary The lantern swayed in the bow of the boat, as if to dispel some kind of darkness that did not exist - Gawain's eyes were involuntarily attracted by the blurred light, and the conversations of the people around him entered his ears:

"...This is probably the last voyage of the 'Child of the Storm'... I hope everything goes well..."

"It will be fine,

It has the best navigating priests, many navigating priests, and the last blessing..."

"But navigators can also get lost in the depths of the ocean... Now everyone has lost their shelter, and the people of the sea are no exception."

"It doesn't matter, there are... are protecting the minds of the priests, and even if one is crazy... there will be another to replace it."

"What if it's all crazy?"

"...then we have only courage left..."

"Ha, that doesn't look bad."

Someone laughed heartily, with a sense of openness and depth like waves in the laughter, and Gawain "sees" the memory of himself and also laughed. At the dawn of the dawn, it seemed that he was heading for a feast worth looking forward to, but a word popped up in Gawain's mind: the one who died.

After being stunned for a while, he realized that the word was not what he thought of. It came from Gawain Cecil's deepest memory, and it was the most impressive impression on the pioneer seven hundred years ago before he boarded that big ship. Feeling——

Then, the picture shatters, followed by a relatively long period of darkness and intricate chaos of light and shadow.

Gawain thought that was all he could see, but after a period of darkness, there was a follow-up to this memory——

A three-masted sailboat was parked near the coastline, and Gawain recognized that it was the one that was about to go to sea in the last memory.

However, compared with the beautiful and spectacular appearance at the time of departure, the ship is now devastated - most of the runes protecting the hull are extinguished, a mast is broken at the waist, and the broken sail is dragged on the side of the ship like a shroud. In addition, the magically blessed wooden deck and hull are covered with startling cracks and holes, as if the whole ship is on the verge of disintegration.

It seems to have encountered more than one terrifying storm. The storm made it crumbling. If it wasn't for a very weak and thin light curtain covering the outside of the hull, blocking the turbulent sea water and barely maintaining the hull structure, I am afraid it is approaching. The coastline had disintegrated and sank before.

In a flash of sight, Gawain found himself sitting on the boat again, but this time, the boat had left the big boat and was approaching the coast.

The giant sun had already sunk, and the bright red dazzling sunset light spilled out from the side of the cliff and sprinkled on the sparkling sea.

The hazy lantern still hung in the bow, swaying against the setting sun, as if to dispel some invisible darkness.

Apart from Gawain himself, there were only three figures left on the boat, and all the other positions... were vacant.

No one spoke, the atmosphere was terrifyingly dull, and as a passer-by in memory, Gawain couldn't take the initiative to break the silence.

It wasn't until the boat was about to land that a figure broke the silence with a voice: "It's almost there."

Someone next to him echoed: "Yeah, it's almost there."

"There is always a time to separate," said the third figure. Although his figure was hazy, his eyes seemed to be falling on Gawain. "The situation is not bad, at least you came back alive."

Gawain felt his throat move, and he, who overlapped with his memory, heard a familiar and unfamiliar voice from "himself": "You have paid a huge sacrifice."

"...It's also expected. I just didn't expect that the ocean turns out to be such a dangerous place when it completely loses its protection..." A figure said, "As for our sacrifice...don't take it to heart, compare it with us. Get up, the sacrifices you make are just as great."

Gawain Cecil's voice was low and solemn: "I hope it's all worth it."

The first figure who spoke before shook his head: "It's not worth it or not, only if we do it or not, we are small creatures, so maybe we can only do some small things, but compared with sitting still, we should actively take some actions. It just makes more sense.”

There was a figure next to him teasing him: "Ha, 'Philosopher', you are forcibly saying such deep words again!"

However, the black shadow who was teased and seemed to be nicknamed "The Philosopher" did not speak again, and seemed to have fallen into thinking.

After that, there was a period of silence. In the silence, the boat finally came to the shore, and the four people jumped onto the land, and they were silent for a while.

This time, Gawain Cecil was the first to break the silence: "Have you thought about what will happen in the future?"

"I can't think of it now," a figure shook his head, "...It's gone, at least...to find...the compatriots are..."

The sounds and pictures in the memory suddenly became intermittent, and the surrounding light became flickering. Gawain knew that this fragmented memory had finally come to an end. He tried to concentrate and distinguish that he could hear clearly. Every syllable of , he heard a vague voice coming from the broken sound of the waves:

"That wall can always last for hundreds of years, or even thousands of years... Maybe before that, our descendants will develop, and the things that trouble us today may not trouble them."

This is Gawain Cecil's voice.

Then there are those inexplicably familiar voices who can't remember their names:

"I hope so..."

"It's time to say goodbye. I always feel that I should say something, but I can't think of what to say."

"Then don't say it, anyway... everyone will forget it after a while."

"Yes, then I wish you a safe road..."

All the sounds were gone, the vague voices, the sound of the broken waves, the wind in the ears, all gradually became silent. In the rapidly jumping, darkened vision, Gawain only saw a few vague and incoherent voices. Screen:

The small boat with the lantern hanging on it returned to the sea and headed for the big ship in the distance.

The only two masts left of the ship hoisted up the sails, turned slowly, and moved towards the blood-filled sea, gradually receding into darkness.

Gawain Cecil turned around and walked towards the land with heavy and slow steps.

In that direction, it seems that someone has come to meet.

This flashing memory ends here.

...

Gawain took a light breath, and his consciousness returned to the present. He was still sitting in the magic car, which was already close to the central area of ​​Cecil, and on the opposite seat sat Victoria who seemed to be a little worried.

Gawain frowned, those pictures and sounds still clearly remained in his mind - just now, he entered a strange and wonderful state, and those emerging memories engulfed his consciousness like a half-lucid dream. , he seemed to be immersed in an immersive scene, but he did not completely lose contact with the real world - he knew that he should only be in the real world for less than a minute, but this minute of sluggishness has caused Victoria's sluggishness. Notice.

Seeing that Gawain had recovered, Victoria couldn't help but said, "Your Majesty, are you all right?"

Amber's figure immediately appeared on the seat next to Gawain: "Don't worry, it's okay, he does this occasionally."

Then she looked at Gawain and asked, "Are you all right?"

"I suddenly remembered something..." Gawain waved his hand, indicating that he was okay, and then slowly said, "Amber, do you remember that I mentioned to you that I once had an experience of going to sea, but the relevant details were not all forgotten."

"Ah, remember," Amber blinked, "I also investigated the case file for you - unfortunately nothing was found. It happened seven hundred years ago, and it may have been a secret operation, so there is no trace of anything. not left."

"I suddenly remembered something just now." Gawain said, his eyes swept across Victoria.

"The estuary you mentioned just now, the location where the Holy Dragon Principality borders the northeast of Cecil... is called the Dragon Fjord."

"It does have such a name - derived from the name of the Holy Dragon Principality."

"I... went to sea from there back then," Gawain sighed, frowning tightly, "The children of the storm who went to sea with me were the children of the storm."

This time, even Victoria's usual iceberg mentality was difficult to maintain, and she even exclaimed: "What?! Son of the Storm?!"

"Strictly speaking, it should be the children of the storm who haven't fallen into darkness," Gawain said slowly, "and I suspect that they are the last batch... In my memory, they were already fighting with madness when they sailed with me. confronted."

According to the information currently available, the three major dark sects should have three stages of mental state in the process of facing the gods and falling into darkness:

During the ceremony at the Ancestral Peak, the three sect leaders are sober before they touch the knowledge of the gods and bring the madness back to the world.

After the ceremony, the three major sects were polluted by the knowledge of the gods. The members either rushed into the wasteland of Gondor, or fled away and disappeared. During this time, they were crazy. This process probably lasted for several years or even longer. .

After a period of madness, some members of the three major sects seem to have regained their "sanity", regrouped their compatriots, completely turned into a dark sect, and began to execute those "plans" in extreme paranoia, a process that continues to this day .

According to Gawain's judgment, the figures he walked with in his memory should all be the children of the storm - this is proved by the details of the ship and those people's words, and their state...should be from the first The transition from one stage to the second stage.

They are gradually being polluted by the knowledge of the gods, and they are gradually going crazy.

This process was supposed to be very quick, and many believers only took a split second to go from the first stage to the second stage, but those who went with Gawain seemed to persist longer.

Something sheltered their hearts and helped them temporarily against madness.

All of a sudden, the lantern hanging on the bow of the ship with a blurry outline and dim light flashed in Gawain's mind.