Lord of the Mysteries

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Although the voice from the Telegraph Bureau was nothing special, it was only a little intermittent, lack of obvious tone fluctuations, and it would not make people feel terrified normally, but Verdue suddenly burst out a surging fear.

This was like a bullet with flames, which was shot into the arsenal, accurately hit a barrel of easily ignited gunpowder, and instantly detonated the fear that Verdu had accumulated and forced to suppress.

The panic that swept to every corner of the body was like a palm, grabbing Verdu’s heart, whitening his brain, causing him to turn around violently and flee to the broken dock where the pirate ship was.

In this process, Verdu completely forgot to think, and he did not remember wearing a classical robe that could teleportation, but just stumbled through the ruins with his feet, sometimes tripping to debris, falling down, and sometimes being struck by clothing The face turned purple, and I had to stop to catch my breath.

However, every time he eased a little, Verdu would climb up and continue to run, the pair lost their sanity, leaving only the appearance of pure instinct.

The wooden door was unable to maintain balance without him providing power. After sliding for a while along the collapsed and broken wall, it fell to the brick-covered ground.

The gray fog and the shadowy houses in the fog disappeared.

Minutes after May 5, Verdu ran back to the pier under heavy rain and clouds.

His eyes were straight, full of panic and confusion, and he did not notice the silhouette of a pirate ship standing on the deck, looking down at him quietly.

This is the young man wearing a half-height silk top hat and a long black trench coat with a sober face.

Verdu didn’t even think about it, and immediately used the ramp to return to the pirate ship, rushing all the way into the cabin, rushing to 2-Layer, and rushing into his own room.

Bang!

He closed the door heavily and shrunk to the narrow bed, tightly wrapping the quilt, shiver coldly.

When one of the ribs broke off, and his pain struck his head, Verdu finally eased over and found that his hands and feet were sore, his body was hot, and every breath was like thunder.

He struggled, worked hard, and finally took off the classical robe and fell back on the bed, only to feel dizzy, nausea, and no air.

Outside the cabin, the cold-faced man suddenly raised his hand, took out a human skin glove from the air, and put it on the left palm.

Suddenly, the man disappeared out of thin air, appeared in the corner of the ruins, and appeared beside the ordinary wooden door.

He then bent down the back and pulled up the wooden door, allowing it to stand again in front of a wall that was mostly damaged.

Immediately afterwards, the man in a black trench coat simulated Verdu’s movement, grabbed the handle and twisted it down.

Then he pushed the lower wooden door forward, letting it back against the wall.

Almost at the same time, he saw a gray mist and saw faintly discernible streets and houses in the faint mist.

Among the houses, the most prominent and clearest is the Bansi Harbor Telegraph Office, the others are more or less blurred.

At this time, the soft voice in the telegraph office asked through the gate opening:

“who are you?”

“I am, Gehrman, Sparrow.” The young man wearing a half-height silk top hat was replied with the same intermittent voice.

Inside the Bansi Harbor Telegraph Bureau, there was a sudden silence, as if someone was approaching the door silently.

At this moment, Gehrman Sparrow turned to look towards the other side.

Deep in the shadowy long street, a silhouette came over. He was wearing a straw hat, a towel was hanging around his neck, and he was bending over and pulling something.

As the shadow of this person approached, the outline of things behind him gradually outlined.

It was a black two-wheeled car with a canopy to cover the strong sun and rain.

Sitting in the car is a lady holding a round fan of painted flowers and birds and wearing a long waist dress.

Both she and the carters were covered by a relatively thicker fog, making it impossible for them to see what they looked like.

When they passed Gehrman Sparrow’s eyes, the latter barely penetrated the fog and saw a few details.

The face of the man who stooped to pull the cart was rotten, with yellowish pus flowing; where the lady was not covered by the flower and bird fan and clothing and jewelry, her skin was swollen and shiny, and it was inlaid with many dark blue patches.

With a jingle, a bell rang and a blue train with only two carriages drove out of Gehrman Sparrow.

It wasn’t until this time that Gehrman Sparrow discovered that the street floor was covered with iron black tracks, one above the other corresponding to long lines.

On the top of the train’s locomotive, a slightly more complicated metal support sticks out and slides on that long line.

Through the train’s glass window, Gehrman Sparrow saw the passengers inside.

They all face the street, but only their heads are left, and each head is dragging a bloody spine.

Gehrman Sparrow’s pupils are slightly enlarged, and he quietly looks at this scene without moving for a long time.

Nearly one minute in the past, he took a step forward, trying to enter the blurry street shrouded in gray mist.

However, the fog blocked him, no matter what method he used, he could not pass through.

After a quarter of an hour, Gehrman Sparrow stopped trying and closed the wooden door to eliminate the mist. Then, he dragged the wooden door and teleportation directly to the pirate ship without worrying about cursing.

He then stood the wooden door on the deck, stretched out the left palm again, and held the door handle.

Suddenly, a crack sounded from Gehrman Sparrow’s neck, and his head seemed to be lifted invisiblely, dragging him out of the bloody spine.

Gehrman Sparrow showed no change in expression, raised his right hand indifferently, and pressed a heavy head over his head, pushing his head back into place.

Immediately afterwards, he twisted the handle with little influence, and pushed the wooden door again, letting it rest against the side of the ship.

But at this time, there was no gray fog, nor did the shadowy streets, houses and trains stand out, which can be said to be no exception.

The next second, the wooden door decayed rapidly, decayed into a pool of mud, as if escaping the fate of being experimented.

Gehrman Sparrow did not stop, first took out a gold ring inlaid with rubies from the air and wore it for nearly ten seconds.

After letting the ring disappear, Gehrman Sparrow right hand took a look and dragged out the ordinary wooden door from inside the Void, and continued to make various attempts.

After confirming that the wooden door left Bansi, it would lose its effect, and Gehrman Sparrow flicked it away, letting it disappear into the air.

After 2 hours, the high-altitude clouds gradually dissipated, and the rainstorm that had been brewing for a long time did not finally come.

When the pirate ship moved away from Bansi Harbor, the wounded Verdu took a bottle of potions and quickly fell asleep to adjust his mental state.

In the dream world of grey mist, he ran in the wilderness and panicked for something, but he had no gain at all.

Suddenly, Verdu heard the depths of the wilderness, one after another a slightly intermittent voice came over:

“Great, God of War …

“Iron, and, blood, symbol …

“Unrest, peace, disputes, yes, ruler …”

This sentence was repeated over and over again, but did not disturb Verdu and free him from his dream.

I don’t know how long after that, Verdu naturally woke up and opened his eyes.

At this time, the dawn outside the window shone into the cabin, bringing a slightly hazy radiance.

Verdu sat up slowly and found that he didn’t need the ability of Astrology Divinator to recall the three-segmented esteemed name he heard in his dream.

And his fairly rich knowledge of mysticism tells him that this points to a God-level hidden existence.

Was it caused by the incomplete signs and symbols around the altar, or did I witness the street in the gray mist? Verdu frowned slightly, sinking into contemplation.

He did not rush to try to recite the esteemed name because he knew how fast and miserable people who had done similar things died.

God of War … Virdu vaguely remembered that he had seen this god’s name in one of the family’s classics, and decided to do some research before considering how to deal with it later.

…………

Bansi Harbor, on a collapsed seaside mountain peak.

A blossoming or red or white or orange flame emerged from the cracks of the gravel, forming one silhouette.

This person is dressed in black blood-stained armor, with a long and fiery red hair, young and handsome.

There was a bloody mark on his brow, and signs of decay were faintly visible on his face. It was Red Angel Evil Spirit Sauron Einhorn Medici.

“If it were not for him to have Origin Castle and the” Servant of Mysteries “feature, it would allow Secret Puppet to run around the world, regardless of the distance limitation, I don’t need to be so roundabout.” Red Angel Evil Spirit snorted. To whom.

In the air, a crow fell and stopped on top of a boulder.

It has a circle of white outside its right eye, and a human race sound comes out of its mouth:

“You actually used Him instead of him, which is not like your style.”

Red Angel Evil Spirit laughed:

“Because he wants others to call him, not him.”

While speaking, Sauron Einhorn Medici glanced at the crow:

“Compared to your real image, it’s more cute now, isn’t it, little crow?”

The white-eyed crow responded angrily:

“Your sarcasm, like yours, is still alive in the last era.”

Red Angel Evil Spirit smiled and said:

“Things are going smoothly, I have concealed him, but, I think, even if he finds it, he will pretend that he can’t see it. If you want to be Old One, the ‘gate’ must return. The hypocritical He may still I hesitate to do it, because this accidentally will bring huge disaster, haha, I like disaster.

“Little Crow, when will you pay? Without enough strength, I can’t get credit for the brainless Abraham family.”

“Wait when he prays to you.” The white-eye crow said, “If you are worried about this state, can’t last long, I can parasitize an Insect of Time to your within the body to help you maintain it, no thanks.

While speaking, the crow fluttered and disappeared into the vast night sky.

Red Angel Evil Spirit turned his head and took advantage of the terrain to look down on the ruins of Bansi with a slightly expression.

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