MTL - Lord of the Mysteries-v6 Chapter 73 Behind the door (the first monthly change in February)

Although there was nothing special about the voice from the telegraph bureau, it was only slightly intermittent, lacking obvious ups and downs, and would normally not make people feel horrible, but Verdur suddenly burst out of surging fear.

This was like a bullet with a flame flowing into the arsenal, accurately hitting a barrel of gunpowder that was easily ignited, and the fear of forcible suppression that Verdu had accumulated before was detonated instantly.

The panic that swept to every corner of the body was like a palm, holding Verdu's heart, whitening his brain, letting him turn sharply, and fleeing frantically to the broken dock where the pirate ship was.

In this process, Verdu had completely forgotten to think, and he couldn't remember wearing a classical robe that could “transport”, but ran stumbled into the ruins with his feet, sometimes tripping to debris, falling down, and being clothed. Le's face turned purple and he had to stop and take a big breath.

However, each time he eased a little, Verdull would climb up and continue to run, losing his senses, leaving only pure instincts.

The wooden door could not maintain his balance without his strength. After sliding along the broken wall for a while, it fell to the masonry floor.

The gray mist and shadowy houses disappeared.

Five or six minutes later, Verdu ran back to the pier under the storm.

His eyes were straight, full of panic and panic, he didn't notice the silhouette standing on the deck of the pirate ship, and looked down at him quietly.

This is the cool-looking young man wearing a half-height silk top hat and a long black trench coat.

Verdue didn't think about it, he immediately used the gangway to return to the pirate ship, rushed into the cabin all the way, to the second floor, and rushed into his own room.

Bang!

He closed the door heavily and shrank into the small bed, tightly wrapped in the quilt, shivering.

When the ribs were broken again, a severe pain hit his mind, Verduel initially eased over, and found that his hands and feet were weak, 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 air is not enough.

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

Huo Ran, the man disappeared out of thin air, appeared at the corner of the ruins, and appeared beside the ordinary wooden door.

He then bent down and pulled up the wooden door, allowing it to stand in front of a broken wall.

Immediately afterwards, the man in the black windbreaker simulated Verdu's movement, grasped the handle, and twisted it down.

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

Almost at the same time, he saw a gray mist and looming streets and houses.

Among the houses, the most prominent and clearest is the Banxi Port Telegraph Bureau. The others are more or less vague.

At this time, the gentle voice inside the telegraph bureau opened across the door and asked:

"who are you?"

"I am, Gelman, Sparo," the young man in a half-high silk bowler hat answered in the same intermittent voice.

Inside the Banxi Port Telegraph Bureau, it suddenly became quiet, as if someone was walking towards the door silently.

Just then, Gelman Sparo turned to look at the other side.

Deep in the shadowy street, a figure came over. He was wearing a straw hat, a towel hung on his neck, and was bending over to pull something.

As the figure approached, the outline of the things behind him gradually outlined.

It was a two-wheeled black car with a shed roof that could block the sun and rain.

On the cart was a lady wearing a round fan with painted flowers and birds and a waist-length dress.

Both she and the driver were obscured by a relatively thick fog, making it impossible to see exactly what it looked like.

It wasn't until they passed German Sparo's eyes that the latter barely saw through the mist and saw a small amount of detail.

The face of the man who stooped to pull the cart was rotten, with pale yellow pus flowing; the woman was swollen to shiny areas, inlaid with many dark-stained patches, where the lady was not obscured by fans of flowers and birds and clothing jewelry.

With a bang, a bell rang, and a two-car blue train ran out in front of Gelman Sparo.

Until this time, Guerman Sparo discovered that the street floor was covered with iron black tracks, and there were long lines one after another.

On the top of the train's head, a slightly complicated metal bracket was extended and slid over that long line.

Through the train's glass windows, Gelman Sparo saw the passengers inside.

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

Gelman Sparo's pupils were slightly enlarged, and he watched the scene quietly, without movement for a long time.

Almost a minute passed, he took a step forward, trying to enter the fuzzy street shrouded in gray mist.

However, the mist blocked him, no matter what he did, he couldn't get through.

A quarter of an hour later, Gelman Sparo stopped trying to close the wooden door to eliminate the mist. Then he dragged the wooden door and "teleported" directly to the pirate ship without any fear of a curse.

He immediately stood the wooden door on the deck, extended his left palm again, and held the doorknob.

Suddenly, Gullman Spallo made a rattling noise in his neck, and his head seemed to be carried invisiblely, dragging his **** spine.

Gullman Sparo didn't change his expression. He lifted his right hand indifferently, and pressed heavily on the top of his head, pressing his head back into place.

Immediately afterwards, he twisted the handle without much influence and pushed open the wooden door again, letting it rest on the side of the ship.

But this time, there is no gray fog, and no shadowy streets, houses and trains stand out. It can be said that there is nothing unusual.

The next second, the wooden door rotted rapidly, and turned into a pile of mud, as if escaping the fate of the experiment.

Without stopping, Guerman Spall took out a gold ring inlaid with ruby ​​from the air and wore it for nearly ten seconds.

After letting the ring disappear, Guerman Spalo took a look with his right hand and dragged out the ordinary wooden door just now from the void, and continued to make various attempts.

Once it was confirmed that the wooden door would lose its effect once it left Bancy, Guerman Spallo slammed it away and let it disappear into the air.

Two hours later, the high-altitude clouds gradually dissipated, and the long-awaited storm did not finally come.

Wait until the pirate ship is far away from Banxi Port, and the wounded Verdu takes a bottle of potion to let him quickly go to sleep to adjust his mental state.

In the grey world of dreams, he ran in the deserted wilderness, looking anxiously for nothing, but nothing at all.

Suddenly, Verdu heard the sound of a slightly intermittent voice in the depths of the wilderness:

"Great, the **** of war ...

"The symbol of iron, and, blood ...

"Unrest, peace, strife, **** ..."

This utterance was repeated over and over again, but did not disturb Verdu, freeing him from the dream.

For a long time, Verdu woke up naturally and opened his eyes.

At this moment, the morning light outside the window shone into the cabin, bringing a slightly hazy light.

Verdu sits up slowly and finds that he does not need the ability of the "astrologer" to recall the three paragraphs of the name he heard in his dream.

And he still has a wealth of mystic knowledge to tell him that this points to a hidden existence at the level of a god.

Is this caused by the incomplete signs and symbols around the altar, or is it caused by the street I witnessed in the gray mist? Verdur frowned slightly and lost his thoughts.

He didn't rush to try to recite the name because he knew how quickly and miserably people who had done similar things died.

God of war ... Verdu vaguely remembered seeing this **** name in a certain family book, and decided to do some research before considering how to deal with it.

…………

Banxi Port, on a collapsed seaside mountain peak.

One red or red or white or orange flame emerged from the crack of the gravel, forming a figure.

The figure was young and handsome in black blood-stained armor with a half-length fiery red hair.

He had a flag-like scarlet mark on his eyebrow, and there was a trace of rottenness on his face. It was the "Red Angel" evil spirit, Sauron Eindhorn Medic.

"If it weren't for his characteristics of 'source castle' and 'secret waiter', he could let the secret puppet run around the world, regardless of distance restrictions, and I wouldn't need to make such a roundabout." The "Red Angel" stunned I don't know who to talk to.

In mid-air, a crow fell down and stopped on top of a boulder.

It has a white circle around its right eye, and a human voice is made in its mouth:

"You use him instead of him. It's not like your style."

The "Red Angel" evil spirit laughed:

"Because He wants others to call him, not him."

Speaking, Sauron Eindhorn 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 indignantly:

"Your ridicule, like yours, is still alive in the last era."

The "Red Angel" smiled and smiled:

"Things are going well, and he has been hidden from him, but I think, even if he finds out, he should pretend that he can't see them. If you want to be old, the 'door' must return. The hypocritical He may still Do not hesitate to do it, because this accident will bring huge disaster, haha, I like disaster.

"Little crow, when do you pay? Without enough strength I can't trust the brainless man of the Abraham family."

"Wait for him to pray to you," said the white-eyed crow. "If you are worried that this state won't last for too long, I can parasitic a 'time bug' into your body and help you maintain it without thanks.

While talking, the crow flew up and disappeared into the vast night sky.

The "Red Angel" evil spirit turned his head, and with the advantage of terrain, his expression looked down at the ruins of Banxi slightly.

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