The sudden and violent feeling of falling quickly separated Duncan's spirit from the scorching sun. He felt as if he was dragged by a powerful gravity through a deep and long passage. The burning corona and the flesh and blood supporting the corona flew away from his sight - the next second, he felt a solid touch on his back.

That was the back of his chair.

Duncan suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for breath. He felt that his heart had never been so powerful, and in his retina, it seemed that the dazzling light cast by the burning star before still remained.

The truth of the flesh and blood beneath the sea of ​​fire was even more strongly imprinted in his mind.

After a few seconds, these strong impressions finally subsided in his mind, and in the end, only that vague sentence remained, lingering deep in his memory -

[“Usurper of the Fire, please extinguish me, please…”]

Duncan frowned slightly, he was sure he really heard this sentence.

Was this... a message from the "sun"? Did that thing sense my spying and send me this... "help" signal?

Duncan rubbed his forehead. While guessing the truth behind the "distress" signal, he also recalled all the details of the scorching sun.

There is no doubt that this is what the followers of the "Ancient True Sun" worship, and it is what they call the "real sun."

To be honest, in the brief moment when he first saw it, Duncan was really excited. He was shocked by the blazing sun and sea of ​​fire. He actually thought he really saw the "sun" in his memory and cognition, and thought that what he saw was the star he had seen on Earth...

How excited he was at that time, and how shocked and bewildered he was when he saw the truth behind the sun.

The front of the sun was indeed exactly the same as the "real sun" and exactly the same as what the sun cultists described, but that scene was only the outer shell of the sun, and inside it... was just a pile of indescribable things.

Duncan recalled the pale and dark flesh and the withered and decaying state of the tentacles surrounding the pupils.

That "creature" wrapped in the outer shell of the sun doesn't seem to be in a very good condition.

In fact, Duncan even thought that it was actually "dead" - the feeling of loss of vitality was so strong that even if you just peeked at it from a distance, you could feel the breath of "death" coming from the depths of your soul.

It was simply the burning corpse of an ancient god.

The corpse of the ancient god was asking for help, hoping that someone could extinguish the fire on his body.

The corpse is calling for help. This is a contradictory and horrifying situation, weird and outrageous, but it fits the abnormal "logic" of this world.

Duncan sorted out his confused mind bit by bit, and recalled that in that brief glimpse, there was another very interesting point, that is, the name that the "sun" called itself - it called itself "the fire usurper".

Was that indescribable mass of flesh and blood really calling out to him? Did he really sense the approach of this uninvited guest and therefore made the sound? Was he really not just shouting randomly in a daze?

If that cry for help was really meant for myself, then this is a very obvious name, Fire Usurper...

Duncan lowered his head, rubbed his fingertips gently, and watched a cluster of flames burning quietly on his fingertips.

The green spiritual fire waited obediently for his orders, waiting to contaminate other flames and usurp other abnormal powers.

The next second, Duncan dispersed the spiritual fire in his hand.

Regardless of whether the "sun" was really talking to him, and regardless of what the other party meant by the "fire usurper", these were not things he could take care of right now - the cultists in the Pland city-state were still hiding in the dark, and he had neither the ability nor the position to deal with the "Sun God" behind the cultists.

Moreover, how could he know how to "help" the burning sun? Rely on his little spiritual fire to burn that huge thing all over again? He couldn't burn it all even if he died of exhaustion! Besides, the other party just asked for help from him, which didn't mean that the thing was "his own" - God knows what the consequences would be after extinguishing the sun. What if the flame was a seal, and after it was extinguished, the indescribable thing in the sun would come alive and kill everyone? At that time, would he still remember the "favor" of helping to "extinguish the fire"?

It is not wise to deal with a god-like thing casually.

Duncan shook his head, feeling a little sad in his heart - the so-called "Sun God" was indeed not the sun he was familiar with.

Perhaps, he will never see the real "sunshine" again in this world.

The golden mask shaped like the sun was still quietly placed on the table. The luster on its surface was a little dim, as if its internal energy had been exhausted.

Duncan reached out and wanted to pick up the mask, but the moment his fingertips touched the mask, a slight shattering sound came into his ears.

This originally very sturdy iron (copper-plated) mask seemed to have experienced millions of years of weathering and corrosion. The next second, it turned into dust in his hands and dissipated with the wind.

Ai came over and spread his wings in front of Duncan, saying, "Happy, snap, gone!"

Duncan didn't care about the bird's behavior. He had a vague understanding in his heart.

After all, this mask is just a counterfeit of a "mass-produced holy object". The Sun Cultists seem to be best at using various rituals to create these limited-effective counterfeits. These counterfeits have some of the power of the real ones, but their lifespan is ultimately worrying.

The function of the Sun Mask should be to serve as a kind of communication channel. Low-level priests use this thing to contact the gods they believe in or the "descendants" under the gods. Just now, he used the fire of the spirit body to forcibly open all the power of the mask, allowing it to briefly have the effect of the "real thing" and glimpse the appearance of the Sun God in the channel - the "lifespan" of the mask was directly exhausted in a few seconds.

"Maybe I have to find a way to make a real one in the future..." Looking at the ashes floating in the air, Duncan said thoughtfully, "This thing can't stop burning even if it takes three seconds..."

He didn't intend to really "save" the Sun God, but he was still very interested in the secrets kept by the Sun Cultists, and was curious about the history before the Great Annihilation. He felt that he would continue his research in the extraordinary field, and he had to fleece those cultists.

But as his research deepened, he had to find a way to get some high-quality wool.

After taking a short rest and recovering his spirit, Duncan left his dormitory.

The goat-headed man who was daydreaming beside the navigation table turned his head immediately upon hearing the noise. He first confirmed whether the pigeon had come out with him, and was relieved when he found that it was only Duncan himself. "Ah, great captain, your loyal and dedicated ship is steering the ship for you. I wonder if your 'long journey' went smoothly this time? I sense that your soul has gone to a far place again, but this time it seems not to be a human city-state? If you are going on a long journey next time, you can actually go in advance..."

"How much do you know about the 'real sun god' believed by those sun believers?" Duncan waved his hand and asked directly.

After spending some time with this goat-headed man, he had gotten to know his temper better and better, and was more confident in his "captain identity". He was no longer as cautious as he was at the beginning when talking and asking questions. It was okay to ask some questions that had nothing to do with the nature of the Lost Hometown.

This can also help to test how much this weird goat-head knows about the supernatural world.

"The real Sun God?" The goat-headed man was stunned for a moment, then he said hesitantly, "To be honest, I'm not sure. I only know that those who follow the Sun God are crazy and stupid, but I don't know what the god behind them is... But the Sun God's 'blessing' does exist. Those believers who are devout to a certain extent will gain some strange powers. This is also the reason why this cult can gradually develop..."

As he spoke, Goat-Head gradually came to his senses: "Ah, why did you suddenly bring this up? Did you just..."

"I was just thinking, if a so-called 'god' was roasted on a fire by his own followers, and his followers knew nothing about it, working overtime every day to add wood to the fire, and mistakenly believed that the 'corpse oil' roasted from the god's body was a blessing from the god... then this matter is a bit ironic," Duncan said with a sigh, "It's even more hellish than a joke in hell."

The chart room was a little quiet. Goat Head didn't even take up the conversation, which made Duncan look at him in surprise: "Why are you silent? Aren't you usually very talkative?"

The goat-head said sullenly, "...The topic is too awesome. I dare not say it, nor do I dare to ask. I can only say that the captain has a good opinion..."

Duncan suddenly became happy.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he gradually began to feel that even the goat-head in front of him was not as evil and dangerous as it was at the beginning. The atmosphere on this ship... seemed to be getting better?