Chapter 808: Island of Ashes

The huge ship shadows of the Lost Home and the Brilliant Star passed through the thick fog at the end of the world and sailed into a calm sea area of ​​​​material existence, and the destination of the voyage was clearly visible - it was in front, it was a piece of land floating on the vast ocean. A desolate, ash-covered land at sea.

Except for that small piece of land that looks particularly desolate, there are no other iconic objects in the entire sea. There are only many condensed floating ash floating on the mirror-like water, reflected in the chaotic sky light. , those ash masses floating in the water are like... falling clouds.

The Lost Home sailed in a narrow channel made of ash balls, slowly heading towards the deserted island in the distance. The sea outside the ship's side reflected the clouds and mist, and coupled with its mirror-like texture, for a moment, Duncan even It feels like the ship is sailing in the clear and clear sky - floating fog and ashes gather around the two ships like clouds, and some deep grays are like islands floating in the sky, lost in their homeland The passage of the ship did not cause any ripples on the sea, but only slightly disturbed the nearby gray masses and fog, causing them to break and gather around.

Shirley lay on the guardrail of the ship, and looked at the scene on the sea in amazement with Ah Gou. Although she had witnessed many incredible sights with the Lost Home, she would still be surprised every time she reached a node in the journey. I can't help but be attracted by these incredible sights.

"Agou... I've been feeling that lack of vocabulary is really a troublesome thing these days," Shirley muttered in a low voice, as if she was afraid of being heard by the captain, but she didn't use the spiritual connection of the symbiosis contract. , as if still hoping that someone could hear him muttering, "I can only think of 'f*ck' at this moment, but it's so beautiful here..."

"Two more books for you?" Agou shook his head slightly, "How about you finish reading those books you hid under the bed first?"

Shirley was shocked when she heard this and quickly pressed Agou's head: "Shh——"

Duncan heard the murmurs of Shirley and Agou, but he didn't pay attention to these things. His attention was completely focused on the approaching land ahead - as the distance grew closer, he could now see There are many details about the island.

Flat, desolate, and barren of grass, it was a small island. As the final resting place of a "god", it was not as grand as Queen Leviathan's temple, nor was it like the crystal cluster tomb of Pilot 2. The scene was so spectacular, there wasn't even a single building that could be called a building on that isolated island. All that could be seen were ashes, dust, and some rising smoke.

With some inexplicable mood, Duncan allowed the Lost Home to dock on the sea near the island, and then boarded the island in a small boat.

This is the node of fire, but the remnants of the fire are obviously fading from this land - now only ubiquitous, warm ash can be seen here, and dark red burn marks extend among the ash, seemingly every The minutes were fading away.

Feeling the soft and loose ash touch and the warm temperature under their feet, Duncan and his party landed on an open beach on the edge of the desert island and cautiously moved towards the depths of the island.

There are no roads on the island, only fine ash covering everything here. Everyone walks extremely carefully to avoid tripping on the gravel or other things under the ashes - no one wants to fall into the ashes, especially When not sure what abnormal characteristics these "grey" have.

"I feel like there's dust in my shoes... Ah, it's all on my skirt too..." Shirley couldn't help but muttered after walking a short distance, "I need to take a good shower when I get back, there's dust everywhere." !”

"...This place should have been filled with fire. Only when the flames burn out will such a scene be left," Lucretia's voice came from the back of the team. The witch girl walked gracefully among the ashes, holding more than she knew how long. She bought a gorgeous parasol, but there was a breeze surrounding it. The wind prevented all the ashes from being stained on her body. She looked into the distance, "You can still see some smoke pillars in the distance, and the fire there may not be complete yet." It goes out, but for the whole island...it's just a few sparks."

Nina glanced at the witch lady who still maintained her elegant demeanor even in such a place, and couldn't help but make a sound of envy: "Magic is so convenient..."

"Are you envious? I spent a century staying up late every day to get it," Lucretia glanced at Nina with a smile, then turned to look at Duncan and raised the parasol in her hand, "Do you need it? I have a spare one. Umbrella – it helps you stay clean and breathe easy.”

Duncan looked at the ash stained on his body, then looked up at Lucretia's fairytale-style lavender parasol, and his eyes twitched: "No need."

"I can change it to black for you," Lucretia said with a serious look. "If you want, you can also have a skull pattern on the handle."

Before Duncan could say anything, the scene of the captain walking on the road holding a dark gothic-style parasol flashed in Shirley's mind next to her, which made her not scared.

Duncan looked at Lucretia with a straight face and silently ignited the flame in himself.

His body turned into a spirit body in the flames, floating and walking above the ashes, and said in a low voice: "I have my own way."

Lucretia shrugged, but secretly raised the corners of her mouth at an angle that her father wasn't paying attention to. Shirley on the other side seemed to suddenly react and slapped her hand: "Yes, I seem to have my own way..."

Before she finished speaking, a series of crackling sounds of bones came from her body. Immediately afterwards, dark smoke enveloped her whole body, and ferocious bone fragments spread and grew from her body. In the blink of an eye, she transformed into The tall dark demon form - then used the twelve skeletal joints behind him to prop up his body and walked above the ashes.

"This is much better, and the view is better," Shirley's slightly mature and hoarse voice came from high up. She used the end of her long jointed limbs to fiddle with the pile of ashes on the ground, and couldn't help but mutter. , "...I don't know why, but I just don't like the dust here. It's not that it's dirty, but I always feel that it feels weird...uncomfortable when it gets on my body."

Hearing Shirley's words, Nina, who was walking next to Duncan, also frowned and tugged on Duncan's sleeves: "I feel the same way. I feel very uncomfortable after these ashes get on my body, so... gasp I can't breathe, I can't walk, I feel like I'm stuck on something."

Duncan stopped immediately. Just now he was only amused when he saw Shirley's behavior, but now his expression became serious.

"Do you guys feel this way?" He immediately turned back and looked at the other people in the team.

"No," Alice was the first to shake her head. Miss Doll also lowered her head to check her body and moved her joints. "It just feels like the ashes have penetrated into the joints. It's itchy. I need to soak it well after I go back." A bath.”

"I have the same feeling as Shirley and Nina," Morris said in a deep voice, "The environment here is not quite right... It is different from the realms of the Storm Goddess and the God of Wisdom. There seems to be something deep in these ashes. Something is 'moving', exerting an influence on us."

Having said this, he paused, as if he was carefully judging something, and then shook his head: "But I didn't feel any direct malice. It seemed to be just part of the 'environment' here."

Duncan frowned when he heard this and turned his head to look in another direction: "Fanna, what about you?"

no respond.

There were only ashes that couldn't be seen from the side, but Duncan was sure that just the last moment, Vanna was still standing in that place - he even felt that he saw the other party's fleeting phantom, which was silent until just now. Standing there.

The surroundings fell silent for a moment, and Nina looked in that empty direction in shock. A question emerged in her mind almost subconsciously: Who is Vanna?

But just when this question was about to take shape, jumping flames appeared in front of her eyes, and then a large amount of information crazily poured into her mind as if awakening from the numb ice -

The youngest inquisitor of Purland...Strong strength and firm belief...Beautiful long silver hair...He was always meticulous when he first got on the ship, but after getting to know him, he discovered that he is actually a cheerful, optimistic and friendly person... ...seems a little resentful about "not being able to get married"... very tall...

Nina raised her head with a trace of confusion. The countless information swirling in her mind was turbulently reorganized. From time to time, Vanna's appearance was outlined in front of her eyes, but in an instant it turned into a bunch of blurry fragments. She saw an invisible wind blowing. After passing the isolated island, the fluttering ashes were picked up by the wind, and there was a tall figure vaguely in the wind——

The figure was walking towards the center of the island, as if walking in a parallel time and space, without looking back, like a traveler who had forgotten everything in the past and was on a long journey.

Nina woke up in horror, and suddenly raised her hand to point to the figure that was quickly dissipating in the wind and ashes: "Over there! Vanna went over there! I just saw her walking over!"

Everyone seemed to wake up with a start, looking at each other in confusion. The fragmented memories about Vanna and the illusion that emerged in the wind made it difficult for everyone to tell whether the surroundings were real illusions. But at this moment, the captain was calm and majestic. The sound suddenly broke through the "quagmire" that seemed to be sinking continuously, entangled with reality and reality, and the perception was sinking rapidly——

"Everyone get back on the ship!"

The green flames suddenly spread out, burning a stable area in the ashes-strewn open space. Morris looked up and saw a rotating flame door opening next to Duncan, and Ai's The figure is hovering over the gate.

"The 'ashes' here are burned history," Duncan said quickly, "You should return to the ship immediately."

"What about you?" Nina was stunned for a moment and then subconsciously spoke.

"...I have to bring Vanna back," Duncan said, looking up at the endless ashes in the distance, "By the way, find Tarijn."