Book of Gods and Demons

A four-wheeled carriage went straight from the mid-levels to the summit area.

The hilltop area of Mount St. Hild is now lonely and depressed, and there is no such thing as a gloriously illuminated and guests gathering at night.

The mansions are dark, with seals affixed to the gates, and the front and back gates of each house are guarded by imperial army soldiers.

Among those mansions with lights on, only Rear Admiral Papaxis residence is very lively.

A team of sailors patrolled around Papathis mansion. Inside the mansion, there was a brightly lit, melodious music drifting through the dense landscape forest with the wind, and a small half of the hilltop area was clearly audible.

At the end of the main road in the Peak District, at the northernmost end of the Peak District, in a dense oak forest, a small gray building is creeping upright there.

Different from the exquisite, gorgeous, and extremely luxurious style of Tulum Port, this small building more inherits the architectural style of the northern empire, especially the Everglades area-the whole body is built of huge stones, and the shape Conservative and low-key, without any exterior decoration, it is more like a battle castle than a comfortable mansion.

On the east and west sides of the small building, there are towers tens of feet high.

The defensive function of the two towers is obviously greater than the decorative function. From a distance, you can see the dark muzzle protruding from the tower, and there are soldiers wearing armor on the tower.

Here is the official residence of the Inspector General of the Southern Special Zone Supervisory Office, the Imperial Marquis Viglar, in Tulum Port and the three surrounding provinces.

The four-wheeled carriage went straight along the road, passing by the silent luxury mansions, and finally came to this small gray building.

Sean, the third-class secretary of the Tulum Port Inspection Office, stood in front of the small building and saw the four-wheeled carriage approaching. He hurriedly walked down the steps and waited for the carriage to stop. Gently opened the door.

“Your Excellency Shaun, thank you!” Hessen took one step directly without using the pedal, and stood firmly on the ground: “Your Excellency Viglar, underneath?”

“Just waiting for you.” Sean smiled and replied.

Qiao also has a light pace. Without the aid of the carriage pedal, he landed on the ground with a single step. He proudly, lightly jumped on the spot, hey, the landing was silent, light as a mayfly, which felt great.

Hesse waved his hand, and Sean led the way, leading Hessen and Joe into the small building.

Several people climbed the stairs to the third floor and entered Viglars study. From the secret room behind the bookshelves, they opened the hidden door and entered a spiral downward staircase, which went deep underground for nearly two hundred. ruler.

Set up secret rooms, secret doors, and secret passages in the master’s study. This design is a bit clich_d in Joe’s view.

But he was a little excited inexplicably.

There is no doubt that Inspector General Viglar is the most powerful person in the entire Southern SAR. Only Duke Ross can barely match him. In some special circumstances, his power will surpass the Duke of Ross, with the highest power of the Southern Special Administrative Region.

Being able to reach a higher-level and enter the secret path of Viglar’s mansion, Joe has a kind of being recognized and recognized, and there is a kind of excitement that he has truly become an adult and is eligible to participate in certain secrets.

Especially, he came here with Hesse.

Seeing the broad and heavy back of Hessian walking ahead, Joe’s mood is getting better.

From yesterday to today, he has grown up. He has the power. He can follow Hessian closely and participate in some really important and closely related confidential events… This feeling is very Not bad.

Joe couldn’t help but straighten his chest and raised his head high.

Hessen brought him here directly, entered Viglars mansion, entered his study, and entered the secret path… This proves that not only Hessen recognized himself, but Joe Viglar has also been recognized to a certain extent here.

This feeling of being recognized by others is very important to a young man who has just held an adult ceremony.

The stone spiral staircase is narrow and secluded. On the wall next to the staircase, a small square lamp niche was taken out. The whale oil lamp was burning silently, emitting bright rays of light, but Can’t fully illuminate this staircase.

The further down, the darker the light all around becomes.

Furthermore, Joe’s sharp sense of skyrocketing, clearly felt that in the air, in the sky, there was an inexplicable roar sound.

The air oscillates like water waves, and the void trembles slightly like a bouncy cream pudding. An invisible force pulls on Joes body, gradually eroding into his body within the body, a little bit His intrusion is like a drowning person buried in deep water, and the icy spring water is constantly invading his seven orifices.

“hmph!” Hessen sneered as he walked in front.

A scorching and violent breath erupted from Hesse within the body. This feeling was like a cannonball from a Thor cannon exploding at close range. Joe and Sean felt that at the same time. This kind of violent, domineering light and heat exploded in front of me.

The inexplicable roar sound disappeared, the distorted shock disappeared, and the cold invisible power disappeared without a trace.

Qiao exhaled heavily: “What an evil place.”

Sean breathed heavily: “Many thanks Hessian, please be careful, Officer Joe. This is a claustrophobic place.”

“A claustrophobic place? What is it?” Joe asked Sean who was walking in the front curiously.

“My authority, I have no right to explain to you…The information I have, and I cannot explain it to you.” Sean was silent for a while before sighing in a low voice, “However, it is very dangerous. Place.”

Hessian didnt know when he lit a big cigar. He took two puffs and puffed out heavy smoke, and then in a low, muffled The voice said: “The claustrophobia, where the suppression of certain Object of Taboo is. Joe, the broken stone slab you seized two days ago is here.”

Joe raised his brow.

He remembered, the black slab that was attached to Rafas chest, which greatly suppressed Rafas strength and made his body overwhelmed.

Rafa keep on saying that it is Object of Taboo?

Tulum Port, under the residence of the inspector general, is there a special place to seal and suppress such an Object of Taboo?

The spiral staircase is at the end. Here is a room about a hundred feet long and twenty feet wide. Like the claustrophobic hall under the Imperial Capital Hyderabad, the walls of this room are pitch black, and there are statues on the walls that are much smaller, only a few feet tall.

Below these statues, there are also doors after doors.

It’s just that the portal in this claustrophobia is similar to the sect rules of an ordinary room, and the portal is no more than eight feet tall, which makes Joe and Hessian feel a bit cramped.

Sean was awed and curious, took a quick glance at the claustrophobia, then he took a deep breath, took Hessian and Joe to the innermost door of the room, and tried hard The black door was densely covered with silver lines and knocked hard three times.

“Your Excellency, they are here.” Sean loudly said.

Viglar’s cold voice came from inside the door: “Your Excellency Hessian, and Officer Joe, please come in, it’s about to start… Sean, you come in too, young man, Need to gain a little more knowledge.”

Sean’s face suddenly turned red. He grabbed the doorknob with excitement, gently pushed the door open, and said loudly, “Yes, sir… Come in, Your Excellency Hessian, and Officer Joe.”

Behind the portal, there is a short silver corridor.

At the end of the silver corridor, there is a small room measuring twenty feet long and wide.

In the inner part of the room, there is an old and dilapidated wooden desk with a dull mechanical typewriter on it.

Viglar is standing at the desk, with the embarrassed Marquis of West Jacques on his left hand, and the impatient on the right hand, the Duke of Ross, who is quickly fanning with a small folding fan.

In the corner of the room, an old man with a short stature, pale skin, and a cold breath was standing there quietly.

After Qiao entered the door, he looked subconsciously all around, his eyes swept across the old man, and his heart suddenly twitched-the abyssal mayfly potion increased his perception power.

But he just failed to notice the existence of the old man. In his perception, the corner of the wall was clearly blank.

Qiao looked at the old man one more time. The old man turned his head and moved towards Qiao grinning, showing an unsmiling smile.

Qiao nodded to the old man, and his attention was attracted by the twisted iron gray lines on the wall. Those messy, messy, iron-gray lines like children’s graffiti made Joe feel like there are many huge Nine Headed Snake creeping and struggling on the wall, as if to break through the wall into this World.

In the air, there are sharp roar sounds constantly.

‘si si’,’si si’,’si si’…it makes people feel cold and stiff. This is the roar sound that some terrifying creatures instinctively make when hunting… _anger, horror, great danger, great horror…

The air is creeping, the void is distorting, the huge pressure is emitted from in the sky, and the blood-colored gems inlaid on the walls are shining The cold and cruel fierce light seems to have to follow people’s eyes and get into your mind.

Qiao inexplicably, started subconsciously with the breathing rate in “Imperial Army Basic Breathing Method”, slowly and long began to breathe…

Inexplicably, those distortions on the wall The squirming lines stopped.

The invisible pressure disappeared.

one after another The fierce light gleaming in the blood-colored gems has also become clear and wise… Yes, these inanimate gems, their sparkle, give people a kind of experience for countless years The brilliance of wisdom only possessed by the ancient existence of years…

Qiao looked towards the typewriter on the desk.

Qiao dare to swear, before he can see what this damn typewriter looks like, the sound of typing’da da da da’ rang in his mind.

Joe saw a newest mechanical typewriter in Tifa’s study.

As a trainee judge of the Tulum Port District Court, Tifa has a lot of paperwork too late to complete in the district court and has to work overnight at home.

Joe heard Tifa’s typing.

But this damn typewriter, the “Da Da” he made in Joe’s mind is so intense and so loud…

‘da da da da da da da… ‘

It feels like ten thousand and 1,000,000 Tifa are typing at the same time.

On Joes skin, small, clear blocks of words continue to emerge, as if the sharp pain of being pierced by a red iron needle…