Chapter 73: Behind the Door

Although the sound from the telegraph office was nothing special, it was just a little intermittent and lacked obvious ups and downs in tone, which normally wouldn't make people feel terrifying, but Verdu's heart suddenly burst out with surging fear.

This is like a bullet with a flame, shot into the arsenal, accurately hit a barrel of easily ignited gunpowder, and instantly detonated the fear that Verdu had accumulated and forcibly suppressed.

The panic that swept into every corner of the body was like a palm, grabbing Verdu's heart, whitening his brain, making him turn around abruptly, and frantically fled to the broken pier where the pirate ship was located.

During this process, Verdu completely forgot to think, did not remember that he was wearing a classical robe that could be "teleported", and only stumbled through the ruins with his feet, sometimes tripping over debris, falling heavily, and sometimes being covered by clothes His face turned purple, and he had to stop to take a deep breath.

However, every time there was a slight easing, Verdu would get up and continue to run wildly, looking like he had lost his mind, leaving only pure instinct.

Without his strength, the wooden door could not maintain its balance. After sliding along the collapsed and broken wall for a while, it slammed down to the ground covered with masonry.

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

Five or six minutes later, Verdu ran back to the pier under the heavy rain and clouds.

His eyes were straight, full of panic and confusion, and he didn't notice the figure standing on the deck of the pirate ship, 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 grim face.

Without thinking about it, Verdu immediately used the gangway to return to the pirate ship, rushed all the way into the cabin, rushed to the second floor, and rushed into his room.

Bang!

He slammed the door shut, shrunk into the small bed, wrapped the quilt tightly, and shivered.

When another rib was broken, and the severe pain hit his mind, Verdu initially recovered, 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, nauseated, and not enough air.

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.

Suddenly,

The man disappeared out of thin air and appeared in a corner of the ruins, next to the ordinary wooden door.

He immediately bent down, pulled up the wooden door, and made it stand again in front of a wall that was mostly broken.

Immediately afterwards, the man in the black trench coat simulated Verdu's movements, and the probe grabbed the handle and twisted it down.

Then, he pushed the wooden door forward and let it stretch back against the wall.

Almost at the same time, he saw a gray fog, and saw the streets and houses looming in the light fog.

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

At this moment, the gentle voice in the telegraph office asked through the door:

"Who are you?"

"I am, Gehrman, Sparrow." The young man in the half-height silk hat replied in the same broken voice.

Inside the Bansi Port Telegraph Office, it suddenly became quiet, as if someone was walking silently to the door.

At this moment, Gehrman Sparrow turned his head and looked to the other side.

In the depths of the shadowy long street, a figure came over. He was wearing a straw hat and a towel around his neck, and was bending over to pull something.

As the figure approached, the outlines of things behind him gradually came out.

It was a two-wheeled black car with a canopy to shield it from the sun and rain.

On the trolley sat a lady with a round fan painted with flowers and birds and a long skirt with a waist.

Both she and the puller were obscured by a relatively thicker fog, making it impossible to see the exact appearance.

When they passed by Gehrman Sparrow's eyes, the latter barely saw a small amount of details through the fog.

The face of the man who bent over to pull the cart was rotten to the bone, with yellowish pus flowing; where the lady was not covered by the fan of flowers and birds and the clothes and jewelry, her skin was swollen to the point of shining, inlaid with many blue-black plaques.

With a ding sound, a bell rang, and a blue train with only two carriages galloped out in front of Gehrman Sparrow.

It was only at this time that Gehrman Sparrow discovered that the streets were covered with iron-black tracks, with long lines corresponding to one after another.

On the top of the train's head, a slightly complicated metal bracket sticks out, sliding on the long lines.

Through the glass windows of the train, Gehrman Sparrow saw the passengers inside.

They all faced the street, but only their heads were left, each dragging a bloody vertebra.

Gehrman Sparrow's pupils slightly enlarged, watching this scene quietly, without moving for a long time.

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

However, the fog blocked him, and no matter what method he took, he couldn't get through.

A quarter of an hour later, Gehrman Sparrow stopped trying, closed the wooden door, and eliminated the fog. Then, he dragged the wooden door and "teleported" it directly to the pirate ship, without worrying about being cursed at all.

He immediately set the wooden door on the deck, stretched out his left palm again, and held the door handle.

Suddenly, Gehrman Sparrow's neck made a clicking sound, and his head seemed to be lifted by an invisible hand, dragging out the bloody spine.

Gehrman Sparrow showed no change in expression, raised his right hand indifferently, pressed it hard on the top of his head, and pressed his head back to its original position.

Immediately afterwards, he twisted the handle without being affected much, 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.

In the next second, the wooden door rotted rapidly, turning into a pool of mud, as if escaping the fate of being experimented.

Gehrman Sparrow didn't stop it, he took out a gold ring inlaid with rubies from the air and wore it for nearly ten seconds.

After making the ring disappear, Gehrman Sparrow poked his right hand, dragged out the ordinary wooden door just now from the void, and continued to make various attempts.

After confirming that the wooden door would lose its effect once it left Bansi, Gehrman Sparrow swung it casually, causing it to disappear into the air.

Two hours later, the high-altitude clouds gradually dissipated, and the storm that had been brewing for a long time finally did not come.

When the pirate ship was far away from Bansi Port, Verdu, who had dealt with the injury, took a bottle of potion and let himself fall asleep quickly to adjust his mental state.

In the gray dream world, he ran in the barren wilderness, frantically looking for something, but he didn't get anything at all.

Suddenly, Verdu heard a slightly intermittent voice coming from the depths of the wilderness:

"Great, God of War...

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

"Unrest, and, strife, yes, dominate..."

This sentence was repeated over and over again, but it did not disturb Verdu and make him escape from the dream.

I don't know how long it took, Verdu woke up naturally and opened his eyes.

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

Verdu sat up slowly and found that he didn't need to use the ability of "astrologer" to recall the three-segment honorific name he heard in his dream.

And his fairly rich knowledge of mysticism told him that it pointed to a hidden existence at the level of a god.

Is it from those mutilated symbols and symbols around the altar, or from the street I witnessed in the grey mist? Verdu frowned slightly and fell into contemplation.

He didn't rashly try to chant that name, because he knew how quickly and miserably people who had done similar things died.

God of War... Verdu vaguely remembered that he had seen this god's name in a certain book of his family, and decided to do some research before considering how to deal with it later.

…………

Bansi Port, on a collapsed seaside mountain.

Blossoming or red or white or orange flames emerged from the cracks in the gravel, forming a figure.

This figure was wearing black blood-stained armor, with half-length fiery red hair, young and handsome.

There was a flag-like blood-colored mark between his eyebrows, and there were faint traces of decay on his face. It was the "Red Angel" evil spirit Sauron Einhorn Medici.

"If it weren't for the fact that he has the characteristics of Origin Castle and Servant of Mysteries, he can make Secret Puppets run around the world, regardless of the distance limit, I don't need to be so roundabout." The "Red Angel" evil spirit snorted. , I don't know who I'm talking to.

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

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

"It's not your style that you use him instead of him."

The "Red Angel" evil spirit laughed and said:

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

While speaking, Soren Einhorn Medici glanced at the crow:

"It's still cuter than your real image, isn't it, little crow?"

The white-eyed crow responded with no anger at all:

"Your mockery, like your people, is still alive in the last era."

The "Red Angel" evil spirit smiled and said:

"Things are going well, and I have already concealed it from Him. However, I think that even if He finds out, he should pretend not to see it. If you want to become the old days, the 'door' must return. The hypocritical He may still be there. Hesitating whether to do it or not, because this carelessness will bring a huge disaster, haha, I like disasters.

"Little Crow, when will you pay? I can't convince the brainless man of the Abraham family if I don't have enough strength."

"When he prays to you," said the white-eyed crow, "If you are worried that this state cannot be maintained for too long, I can parasitize a 'worm of time' into your body to help you maintain it, no thanks.

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

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

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