Those messy and broken memories seemed to suddenly explode in the darkness, and the flashes reflected countless hidden things, although fragmented and incomplete, but some intuition that surged deep in their hearts made Gao Wen realize what it was.

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

Victoria's voice was a little misty, but Gao Wen's consciousness was immersed in the depths of the picture that had begun to dissipate.

He "saw" an unknown beach. The beach was full of strange rocks and desolate, with winding cliffs and gravel-covered steep slopes extending from a distance. On the other side, the sea surface was gentle and undulating, and the fine waves hit the reefs near the beach one by one. The glow near dawn was rising from the sea level, and the magnificent sunlight shone on the cliffs and steep slopes, placing the whole world with golden light.

There was a huge three-masted ship parked on the sea in the distance, with a wide body and a full of runes and mysterious lines on its shell. The marks of the storm and the ocean showed that it belonged to the Storm Church. It stopped smoothly on the gentle and undulating sea surface, and the fine waves could not shake it at all.

Gao Wen "walked" into this memory. He found himself standing on the beach, surrounded by many shadows of shadows. Those figures were shrouded in hazy black fog, and they couldn't see clearly. They were talking about voyages and weather topics. Every voice brought a faint sense of familiarity to Gao Wen, but he couldn't even remember a corresponding name.

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

Memory cannot be interfered with or modified, and Gao Wen didn't know how to turn these shadowy black shadows into clear shapes. He could only follow the guidance of memory and continue to "walking" deep into the depths.

The time to set off seems to have come.

A small boat for boarding appeared on the beach at some point. Gao Wen and those figures covered with black fog boarded it and sailed towards the big ship in the distance.

The sun was gradually leaping out of the sea, the night had almost completely receded, and the scene on the sea became clearer and clearer, but even so, there was still a lantern with a blurry outline hanging at the front of the boat. The lantern that seemed unnecessary was swaying at the bow of the boat, as if it was dispelling some kind of darkness that did not exist. Gao Wen's eyes were involuntarily attracted by the vague light, and the voices of conversations from people around him entered his ears:

"...This is probably the last time the Storm Son has set sail... I hope everything goes well..."

"It will go smoothly. It has the best pilot pastor, many pilot pastors, and the final blessing..."

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

"It's okay, there is... protecting the minds of the pastors, and even if one is crazy... there is still another substitute."

"What if it's all crazy?"

"...Then we will only have courage..."

"Ha, it seems that the situation is not bad."

Someone laughed heartily, with a sense of openness and thickness like a wave in his laughter. Gao Wen "sees" himself in his memory and laughs. These laughing people rode on a boat to board the boat and faced the dawn at the beginning of dawn, as if they were rushing to a feast worth looking forward to, but a word appeared in Gao Wen's mind: The one who went to the dead.

After a moment of silence, he realized that this word was not what he thought of. It came from the deepest memory of Gowen Cecil, and it was the most impressive feeling of the pioneer seven hundred years ago before boarding the big ship.

Then the picture shattered, followed by relatively long darkness and complex chaotic light and shadow.

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

A three-masted sailboat parked near the coastline, and Gao Wen recognized that it was the one that was prepared to go to sea in the previous memory.

However, compared with the beautiful and spectacular appearance when he set out, the ship was already devastated at this moment - most of the runes protecting the hull were extinguished, a mast was broken in half, and the broken sails were dragged out of the boat like shrouds. The wooden deck and hull blessed by magic were filled with shocking cracks and holes, as if the entire ship was on the verge of disintegration.

It seemed to have encountered more than a terrible storm, which made it shaky. If it weren't for the fact that there was a very weak and thin light curtain covering the hull, blocking the surging sea water and barely maintaining the hull structure, it would have disintegrated and sunk before it approached the coastline.

As his eyes flashed, Gao Wen found that he was sitting on the boat again, but this time, the boat left the big boat and was moving closer to the coast.

The huge sun has sunset, and the bright red and dazzling sunset rays splashed from one side of the cliff, sprinkling on the shimmering sea surface. The waves of thousands of miles seem to be soaked in blood, all the way to people's hearts.

The hazy and blurry lantern was still hanging from the bow of the boat, swaying towards the sunset, as if dispelling some invisible darkness.

Except for Gao Wen himself, there were only three figures left on the boat, and all other positions... were empty.

No one spoke, the atmosphere was dull and terrible. As a passerby in memory, Gao Wen could not take the initiative to break this silence.

It was not until the boat was about to shore that a figure made a sound and broke the silence: "It's coming soon."

Someone next to him was echoing: "Yes, it's coming soon."

"There will always be a separation," said the third figure. Although his figure was hazy, his eyes seemed to be falling on Gao Wen. "It's pretty good, at least you're back alive."

Gao Wen felt his throat move, and he overlapped with his memory and heard a familiar and unfamiliar voice coming from "I": "You have made great sacrifices."

"...It's also expected. I didn't expect that in the absence of protection, the ocean turned out to be such a dangerous place..." a figure said, "As for our sacrifices... don't take them to heart. Compared with us, the sacrifices you made are equally huge."

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

The first figure who spoke before shook his head: "Is there any worth it or not, we are small creatures, so we may only do some small things, but compared to waiting for death, it is still more meaningful to take some actions actively."

There was a figure next to him joking: "Ha, 'philosopher', you forcefully say such deep words!"

However, the black shadow, who was joking and seemed to be "philosopher", did not speak anymore, and seemed to have fallen into thinking.

Then there was a period of silence. In the silence, the boat finally approached the shore, and the four of them jumped onto the land, looking at each other speechless for a moment.

This time it was Gauvin Cecil who first broke the quiet: "What will it develop in the future? Have you ever thought about it?"

"I can't think of it yet," a figure shook his head, "...it has dispersed, at least...get back...the compatriots are..."

The sounds and pictures in the memory suddenly became intermittent, and the light around them also became light and dark. Gao Wen knew that this fragmented memory had finally come to an end. He tried hard to concentrate and distinguish every syllable he could hear clearly. He heard a blurry sound from the sound of the shattered waves:

"That wall can still last for hundreds of years, or even thousands of years... Perhaps before that, our descendants will develop, and what troubles us today may not necessarily bother them."

This is the voice of Gauvin Cecil.

Then there are those voices that are familiar but cannot remember their names:

"I hope this is the case..."

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

"Then stop talking, anyway... everyone will forget it later."

"Yes, then I wish you all the roads safe..."

All the sounds were gone, the vague sounds of speech, the slightest sound of waves, and the sound of wind in my ears gradually returned to silence. In the view of the rapid jumping and darkness, Gao Wen only saw a few blurry and incoherent images:

The small boat with a lantern hanging returned to the sea and sailed towards the large ship in the distance.

The only two masts left of the ship hung their sails, turned slowly, and gradually faded towards the sea covered with bloody rays, gradually fading away and gradually becoming dark.

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

In that direction, someone seemed to have come to pick him up.

This memory that emerges ends here.

...

Gao Wen took a light breath and his consciousness returned to the present. He was still sitting in the magic car, approaching the central area of ​​Cecil, and in the seat opposite, was Victoria, who seemed to be a little worried.

Gao Wen frowned, and the pictures and sounds were still clearly left in his mind - just now, he entered a strange and wonderful state, and the memories that emerged were like a half-awake dream swallowing his consciousness. He was as if he was immersed in an immersive scene, but he did not completely lose contact with the real world - he knew that he should have been in the real world for less than a minute, but this minute of dullness had attracted Victoria's attention.

When Victoria found that Gao Wen had come back to her senses, she couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty, are you okay?"

Amber's figure then appeared in the seat beside Gao Wen: "Don't worry, it's okay, he will do this occasionally."

Then she looked at Gao Wen and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I suddenly remembered something..." Gao Wen waved his hand and signaled that he was fine, and then slowly said, "Amber, do you remember that I mentioned it to you that I once had an experience going out to sea, but I forgot the relevant details."

"Ah, remember," Amber blinked, "I have also helped you investigate the case files in this area - but unfortunately nothing was found. It happened seven hundred years ago, and it may have been a confidential operation, and no trace was left."

"I suddenly remembered something just now." Gao Wen said, his eyes swept over Victoria.

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

"It does have such a name - it comes from the name of the Duchy of Holy Dragon."

"I... went out from there," Gao Wen exclaimed, frowned tightly, "The Storm Sons who went out to sea with me."

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 Storm Son who has not fallen into the darkness," Gao Wen said slowly, "and I suspect it is also the last group... In my memory, they were already fighting the madness when they sailed with me."

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

During the ceremony at the Ancestor Peak, they were awake before the leaders of the three sects came into contact with the knowledge of the divine and brought the madness back to the world.

After the ceremony, the three major sects were polluted by the knowledge of the gods, and their members rushed into the wasteland of Gondor, or fled and disappeared, and they were crazy during this period, and this process lasted about several years or even longer.

After a period of madness, some members of the three major sects seemed to have regained their "sense" and gathered their compatriots again, completely transformed into dark sects, and began to implement those "plans" in extreme paranoia, a process that continued until today.

According to Gao Wen's judgment, the figures he had walked with in his memory should be the sons of the storm - this is evidenced by the details of the ship and those people's words, and their state... should be changing from the first stage to the second stage.

They are gradually being polluted by the knowledge of gods and gradually becoming crazy.

This process should have been very rapid. Many believers only took a moment from the first stage to the second stage, but those who were with Gao Wen seemed to have persisted for a longer time.

Something protects their hearts and helps them fight madness temporarily.
Chapter completed!