The clues seemed to be connected.

There are traces of pollution in Pland's history, there is a distorted and closed boundary of time and space in the chapel in the sixth block, and a strange warp crack is hidden on the statue of the Goddess of Storms, and the warp... can pollute everything except the warp.

Shirley is one of the people who remember the fire. When the fire broke out, she should have died like everyone else, but she somehow merged with a Deep Hound and survived. While everyone's cognition was distorted by historical pollution, she retained the memory of the fire.

Now, a group of End Preachers have attacked Shirley - these Warp-worshipping fanatics are insane and speak nonsense, but their every word is about "correct history" and "loopholes".

Of course, Duncan would not believe the absurd "truths" they spoke, and he even listened to the opposite of what they called the "correct history". But one thing was obviously correct - these cultists were inseparable from the historical confusion in the city-state of Pland, and the warp power behind them was the culprit of everything. People like Shirley who remembered the fire that year... were the big enemies in the eyes of these fanatics who wanted to pollute reality with false history.

But not all questions have been answered.

How did these lunatics suddenly discover Shirley's "loophole"? What is the relationship between historical pollution and the "Black Sun"? The Black Sun does not have the ability to pollute history, so what role did the "Sun God" play in this matter? And most importantly...

Will Nina, the suspected carrier of the solar fragments, also be targeted by these cultists?

Duncan looked at the three crazed End of Days preachers with cold eyes and raised his finger slightly - a cluster of dark green flames suddenly ignited on one of them, and the flames burned the body of the cultist who could be regarded as a "supernatural object", causing him to suddenly scream and curl up on the ground, and also made the other End of Days preachers suddenly quiet down.

"Fire...blasphemous fire..." A cultist widened his eyes. Even the crazy and pain-unafraid Warp followers showed fear when they saw the green flames. "Blasphemy, blasphemy...blasphemous things!"

"If you don't want to be burned, continue to cooperate with me." Duncan set fire to the deck. The criss-crossing fire network surrounded the three cultists, burning their minds and bodies. "I ask you, how did you pollute history? Did it start from the sixth block?"

"We are putting history back on track!" Even though they were frightened by the ghostly flames, the End Preachers did not forget their words. One of them raised his neck and shouted, "The Sixth Block... The Sixth Block was just a failed attempt, but that doesn't matter, it doesn't matter..."

Was Block 6 just a failed attempt?

Duncan frowned immediately. The other party did not answer honestly, but still revealed some crucial information!

Firstly, the fire that year was indeed caused by this group of Warp followers, and not simply caused by the appearance of solar fragments as he initially thought. Secondly, the attempt of these cultists to pollute history does not seem to have been completely successful - the fire eleven years ago did not achieve the expected effect!

Then he suddenly thought of another key year number - 1885.

Those were the numbers that Vanna found under the chapel, pointing to the year when the nun of the chapel died in battle. In theory, this should also be the time when the church was invaded by the power of the warp.

The fire that broke out eleven years ago was in 1889, four years after the nun died in the war.

That is to say, it was four years after the chapel was invaded that these End of Days missionaries created the fire in 1889 - and that fire was called a "failed attempt" by them.

A timeline seemed to gradually become clear before Duncan's eyes.

"You actually failed twice," Duncan said with a gloomy face, staring at the End Preacher who was being burned by the ghost flames. "In 1885, you invaded a small church, and wanted to use it as the origin to spread the pollution of history, but a nun destroyed your plan with her life, and sealed the 'invasion' and her own 'death' of that year in the underground church.

"Four years later, in 1889, you carried out your second plan, creating a fire in the sixth block where the chapel was located, intending to overwrite reality with a historical branch in which 'the city-state was burned down by fire'. However, you failed again. The fire was wiped out by an unknown force and could not continue to burn...

"Then you have been lurking in the city-state until today, looking for opportunities to continue this plan, until you discovered Shirley's loophole. You believe that the failure of the plan back then was related to her survival, so you wanted to eliminate this 'hidden danger' first?"

The ghost flames burned fiercely, and the Preacher of the End curled up in the flames. Even his body that was not afraid of pain seemed unable to withstand the pain of directly burning his soul. However, this mad man had no intention of answering the question. Instead, he slowly opened his mouth and looked at Duncan with a creepy smile.

"You don't have to answer. I can see the answer from your eyes - you are mocking and resentful, which means I am right." Duncan ignored the other party's provocation and continued calmly, "Next, I have another question... What is the connection between you and the 'Black Sun'? The fire in 1889 was caused by solar fragments... Did you create that fragment?"

The End Preacher remained silent.

Duncan spread the flames to the other two and watched them curl up and twitch in the fire, but still did not get a single answer.

"If you don't tell me, I can only guess," Duncan sighed and waved his hand to disperse the flames. He had realized that this simple "pain" was meaningless to these lunatics who embraced the warp, and their bodies and minds had long been mutated into inhumanity. "I guess you have some cooperation with those sun believers... No, maybe you have a cooperative relationship with the 'son descendants' behind those believers? You help those sun descendants revive their 'lord', and the way of revival... is to summon the sun from 'history'?"

Looking at the cultists who remained silent, Duncan paused for a moment before continuing, "In the early days of the New City-State Calendar, there was a city-state called 'Wilhelm' that no one knew about. The last news left by this city-state was that 'the black sun descended from history'... So, this is not the first time you have done this, summoning a sun that should have been extinguished from history... Therefore, the summoning process itself is the greatest pollution to history, right?"

When all the trivial clues were suddenly pieced together, when all the lines gradually connected into one, those things that were once incomprehensible and even incredible became imaginable facts. Duncan's imagination and memory were running at high speed at this moment, and those known, unknown, and knowable things gradually turned into clear tracks in his mind.

Of course, there are still many unexplained questions here - such as how this group of End of Days preachers colluded with the Sun Cult, how they summoned the sun from history, and whether ordinary Sun Cultists and priests knew these secrets of the upper echelons. He has no answers to these questions yet.

Moreover, many of the things he had just thought of were only based on speculation. If the few End of the World preachers in front of him did not admit it, then he lacked key evidence.

The spiritual flames on the deck gradually shrank, and finally only a circle of fire wall around the three cultists remained. Duncan stood in front of the flames, looking down at the "preachers" with an expressionless face.

"There should be more than just a few of you End of the World missionaries sneaking into the city-state, right?

"Where are the others hiding? What are you going to do next? Continue to eliminate the 'loopholes' you mentioned? Or wait for an opportunity to cause greater pollution?

"Still refusing to answer?"

Duncan asked questions one after another, and finally, one of the cultists finally moved.

The skinny fanatic slowly pulled the corners of his mouth, raised his head and looked at Duncan, his voice hoarse and unclear: "We are not hiding in the so-called city-state... We are hiding in this cursed and twisted history that should have ended long ago... It has begun, and it will never end... What the Firebringer can't do, you can't do either, 'Mr. Captain'..."

The corners of the cultist's mouth widened, his smile was chilling, his voice was low, as if it was bewitching and cold: "I just saw that your humanity is really dazzling, where did you pick it up from?"

Duncan's eyes suddenly changed slightly. He took a step forward and said in a dignified and suppressed voice: "What do you mean?"

"... Have a nice day, Captain," the preacher seemed to have suddenly changed into a different person, from a crazy believer to a polite citizen. He slowly got up and sat hunched on the deck, but his eyes seemed to pass through Duncan and scan the huge and deserted Lost Homeland, "Ah... the promised land, the promised ark..."