Duncan now began to understand why the world was so afraid and hated the Lost Homeland and regarded the captain of the Lost Homeland as a plague.

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

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

Fire is the most special existence in this world - it is not only a carrier of light and warmth, but also a guarantee for the development of mortal civilization in the midst of crises. It maintains the order and balance between the extraordinary realm and the real world, and also symbolizes the blessing and protection of the gods to the earth.

In most fields involving the supernatural, "fire" occupies a special position and role.

And his flame seemed to carry some extremely dangerous... characteristics. Even in the extraordinary realm, it was more terrifying than any other flame.

It has the ultimate pollution, the ultimate secrecy, the ultimate power of usurpation and blasphemy.

Judging from the information currently known, the fire of the spirit has the ability to pollute and distort extraordinary objects. It can also be used to occupy the bodies of the dead and hide in the souls of the living. Even the power of the saints cannot completely eliminate it. As long as the right time comes, the flame will smolder in the soul and establish a secret passage to the Lost Homeland.

This is equivalent to a plague that is almost impossible to detect and eradicate. At least for now, it seems that the power of the so-called "saints" is of little use in the face of this kind of flame.

Duncan exhaled softly.

Now he didn't know what use this weak connection between him and Vanna would be, but at least it seemed that as long as there was a suitable "medium" and some kind of "opportunity", he would be able to directly see and hear the situation near the saint. And based on his perception next to the "mirror" at that time, he should be able to project his power to the vicinity of the saint to a certain extent - the most effective way of projecting power should be to pollute the "flame" near the saint.

When the channel was established, he clearly sensed the presence of "flame" beside Vanna, and that flame was responding to his gaze. Combined with the experience he had accumulated in manipulating the spiritual fire before, he could be sure that "flame" must be a condition for establishing the connection.

As for the appropriate "medium" and "opportunity", what exactly are they? For the former, we can temporarily determine that "mirror" and "flame" can be used as carriers of the projection channel (or in the "professional terminology" of the supernatural field, it is called "ritual props"). As for the latter...

Duncan recalled what he heard when the connection was suddenly established:

[“…it might even connect them to the Lost Hometown…”]

He sensed that the channel was established immediately after hearing these words, so the opportunity might have come from these words.

"The word Lost Hometown..."

Duncan's knowledge of the supernatural realm is limited, but even with that little knowledge, he knows the special role of "name" in the supernatural realm.

The name Duncan Abnomer and the name "Lost Homeland" both have power.

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

When Vanna, the "carrier", says the name "Lost Homeland" near the flame and the mirror, her connection with the Lost Homeland will be instantly strengthened. If Duncan actively responds to this "call" at this time, the channel will be established.

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

He had no conflicts with the Deep Sea Church, and he had no ill will towards the young Inquisitor. Naturally, he did not intend to use this connection to harm the other party, but if this connection could bring him some valuable information from time to time... it would not be a bad thing.

The dark and chaotic space and the specks of light faded away like flowing water. Duncan opened his eyes and found that he was "back" to his dormitory.

The golden mask that imitated the sun was lying quietly beside him, and the pigeon Ai was squatting on the table near the mask, taking a nap.

The bird had been sent to chat with Goat-Head before, but for some reason the latter didn't want to talk, so he sent the bird back.

After a slight hesitation, Duncan reached out and picked up the sun mask.

Although he had experienced some minor incidents and had come across a lot of unexpected information, things were finally back on track - he had time to study this "holy object of the sun".

He first looked over the mask several times to confirm the details of its shape and the specific material of the mask. While looking through it, he suddenly noticed that one corner of the mask seemed to be scratched.

The broken part had a dark hue to it.

Duncan frowned. The next second, the pigeon that had been dozing on the table suddenly opened its eyes, flapped its wings, and hopped and clamored, "Iron plated with copper! Iron plated with copper!"

When Duncan heard what the pigeon said, he felt that the damaged part of the mask was even more eye-catching. He quickly scratched the damaged part with his fingernails, studied it carefully for a moment, and finally came to the conclusion with a wooden expression -

It's really copper-plated iron, not even gold-plated.

Because some corners of the mask have even started to turn green...

"Isn't this just fooling people?" The psychological gap made Duncan finally unable to help but grumble. He looked at the heavy piece of iron in his hand with great frustration. Recalling the "resale" plan in his mind when he was just about to study the mask, he felt very disappointed. "I'm still hoping to get more money from those cultists... You can't do this with mass-produced holy relics, right?!"

Pigeon Ai rolled his eyes when he heard Duncan's mumbling, flapped his wings and shouted, "Are you sure this melon is ripe?"

It took Duncan a moment to realize what the pigeon meant - it meant "Are all the products in your store genuine?"

He recalled the pile of defective modern industrial products in his store and looked at Ai expressionlessly: "Shut up."

After saying this, he stopped paying attention to the bird spirit next to him and instead focused his attention on the golden mask.

After confirming that this thing was really a worthless mass-produced product, he no longer had any worries about his "testing".

A cluster of faint green flames rose from the fingertips and covered the patterns on the surface of the golden mask like flowing water. Then, under Duncan's control, it gradually penetrated into the interior of this "holy object".

A mass-produced holy object is still a holy object, even if its real material is copper-plated iron, the runes engraved inside it and the sun shape on its surface can definitely play an extraordinary role. Since the sun priest can use this thing to communicate with his "god", it means that this sun mask can be analyzed and studied according to the laws of extraordinary objects.

Duncan is quite experienced in the research of supernatural objects. His main experience is to set fire to things when he disagrees with them. The most recent practice was to burn Alice's coffin box with green fire. It turns out that this research method is very effective.

Feeling the flames gradually invading the interior of the mask, Duncan also concentrated his mind and began to sense the information that might be contained within this extraordinary object.

This was a mass-produced gadget, and its "status" was certainly not as high as Alice's puppet coffin. Duncan believed that he should be able to quickly figure out the function and usage of this thing, and contaminate and usurp it to make it his own.

With this thought in mind, he tried to peek into the truth deep inside the mask - but the next second, developments went beyond his expectations!

A loud explosion like thunder suddenly rang out in his mind, as if a passage had been "blasted" open deep inside this ordinary mask. His spirit, which had penetrated deep into the mask, suddenly felt a huge and burning power overflowing. Then, he felt as if he had "passed through" a passage or pushed open a door, and grand illusions flooded into his mind!

It was perhaps just a second, or even shorter, just a few flashes of images - in that image, he witnessed a blazing fireball, burning hot and suspended alone in the dark space.

The sun, a real, burning star that releases enormous gravity.

Amid 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 an illusion from the ancient times. It retained the majesty and momentum that once existed, but could not truly affect the real world in the slightest.

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

On the back of the sun is dark and pale flesh and billions of curled and withered tentacles. These abominable limbs stretching for billions of kilometers together surround a huge half-open and half-closed eye that has been decayed for who knows how many years.

The scorching corona burned fiercely on the false shell woven and supported by flesh, blood and tentacles - releasing a power that tried hard to imitate the "sun", but was ultimately a fake.

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

"Fire usurper... extinguish me... please..."