Although the sounds from the Telegram Office were nothing special, they were just a little intermittent, lacking obvious tone fluctuations, and it would not make people feel terrified, but Verdu suddenly burst out with a surge of fear.
It was like a bullet with flames shot into the arsenal, hitting a bucket of easily ignited gunpowder, instantly detonating the fear that Vildu had accumulated before and was forcibly suppressed.
The horror swept into every corner of the body like a palm, grasping Verdu's heart, whitening his brain, causing him to turn around and flee to the broken dock where the pirate ship is located.
During this process, Verdu completely forgot to think. He didn't remember wearing a classical robe that could be teleported. He just stumbled into the ruins with his feet, sometimes tripped up to debris, fell heavily, and sometimes his face turned purple by his clothes, and he had to stop and breathe heavily.
However, every time there is a slight ease, Verdu will climb up and continue to run wildly, looking like he has lost his mind and only pure instinct is left.
The wooden door had no power to maintain balance without him, and slipped along the collapsed and broken wall for a while and dropped to the brick-covered ground.
The gray fog and the shadowy houses in the fog disappeared.
Five or six minutes later, Verdu ran back to the dock under the heavy rains and clouds.
His eyes were straight, filled with panic and discomfort, and he didn't notice the figure of a Taoist 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, a long black windbreaker and a cold face.
Without even thinking about it, Verdu immediately used the gangway to return to the pirate ship, rushed into the cabin, to the second floor, and into his room.
Bang!
He closed the door heavily, shrank into the narrow bed, wrapped it tightly in the quilt, and shivered.
After another rib broke and the severe pain hit his mind, Verdu finally calmed down and found that his hands and feet were sore and weak, his body was hot, and every breath was like thunder.
He struggled and worked hard, and finally took off the classical robe and fell back on the bed. He felt dizzy and nauseous, and there was no 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 then bent down and pulled up the wooden door, allowing it to stand again in front of a mostly damaged wall.
Immediately afterwards, the man in a black windbreaker simulated Verdu's movements, stroking the handle, and twisting it down.
Then he pushed the wooden door forward and let it lean against the wall.
Almost at the same time, he saw a gray mist and the streets and houses that were faintly visible in the faint mist.
Among the houses, the most prominent and clearest is the Bansie Port Telegraph Office, and the others appear more or less blurred.
At this time, the gentle voice in the telegraph office asked through the door:
Who are you?
I am, German, Sparo.The young man in a half-height silk top hat replied in an equally intermittent voice.
The inside of the Bansy Port Telegraph Bureau suddenly became quiet, as if someone was walking towards the door silently.
Just then, German Sparrow turned and looked to the other side.
Deep in the shadowy long street, a Taoist figure walked over. He was wearing a straw hat and a towel hanging around his neck, bent down 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 roof that could block the sun and rain.
A lady in a seat in the car with a round fan of flowers and birds and wearing a long waist-hugging skirt.
She and the puller were both covered by relatively thick fog, making it impossible to see the specific appearance clearly.
When they passed by Germansparo, the latter could barely see a small amount of details through the fog.
The man who bent down to pull the cart had rotten bones and was filled with yellow pus; the woman's skin was swollen and shiny, and was embedded with many blue and black patches.
With a jingle, a bell rang out, and a blue train with only two cars ran out of Germansparo.
It was not until this time that Germansparo discovered that the street ground was covered with iron black tracks, with long lines corresponding to above.
A slightly complex metal bracket stretched out at the top of the train, sliding on the long lines.
Through the train's glass window, Germansparo saw the passengers inside.
They all faced the street, but only their heads were left, each of which was dragging a blood-stained spine.
German Sparrow's pupils dilated slightly, and he watched 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 used, he could not pass through it.
A quarter of an hour later, Germansparo stopped trying, closed the wooden door and removed the fog. Then, he dragged the wooden door and teleported directly to the pirate ship, without any fear of being cursed.
He then stood the wooden door on the deck, stretched out his left palm again, and grabbed the door handle.
Suddenly, a clicking sound came from Germansparo's neck, and his head seemed to be lifted up by an invisible hand, dragging out his bloody spine.
German Sparrow had no expression change, and he raised his right hand coldly, pressed his head heavily on his head, and pressed his head back to his original position.
Immediately afterwards, he twisted the handle without much influence, and once again pushed open the wooden door, allowing it to lean against the side of the ship.
But this time, there was no grayish fog, nor was there any shadowy streets, houses and trains, which could be said to be no abnormality.
The next second, the wooden door quickly rotted and turned into a pool of mud, as if escaping the fate of being experimented with.
German Sparrow did not stop him and took out a gold ring with ruby inlaid from the air and wore it for nearly ten seconds.
After letting the ring disappear, Germansparo stretched out his right hand and dragged out the ordinary wooden door from the void, continuing to make various attempts.
Once the wooden door left Bansy, it would lose its effect. Germansparo swung it casually, allowing it to disappear in the air.
Two hours later, the clouds at high altitude gradually dissipated, and the storm that had been brewing for a long time did not come.
When the pirate ship was away from Bansy Harbor, Verdu, who had dealt with his injuries, took a bottle of potion to quickly enter sleep to adjust his mental state.
In the gray dream world, he ran in the barren wilderness, panickingly looking for something, but he had no gain at all.
Suddenly, Verdu heard a slightly intermittent sound coming from the depths of the wilderness:
Great, God of War...
The symbol of iron and blood...
Unrest, strife, the dominance...
The words were repeated over and over again, but did not disturb Verdu and free him from his dream.
After a while, Verdu naturally woke up 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 could recall the three sermons he heard in his dream without the ability of an astrologer.
And his rich knowledge of mystery told him that this pointed to a hidden existence at the level of a god.
Is this caused by the incomplete symbols and symbols around the altar, or is it caused by the street in the gray and white mist?Velduwei frowned and fell into deep thought.
He didn't rashly try to recite the name because he knew how fast and miserable people who had done similar things died.
God of War...Wildu vaguely remembers that he had seen this god name in a certain classic of the family, and decided to do some research first and then consider what to do later.
…………
On the collapsed seaside peaks in Bansey Port.
Fires, red, blazing or orange, emerged from the cracks of the gravel, forming a figure.
The figure was wearing black blood-stained armor and had a half-long fiery red hair, young and handsome.
There was a blood mark like a flag on his eyebrows, and the traces of decay were vaguely visible on his face. It was the Red Angel's evil spirit Soren Einhorn Medic.
If he hadn't relied on his 'source castle' and 'Mysterious Waiter' characteristics, he could have made the secret puppet run around the world without considering the limitation of distance, I wouldn't have needed to be so roundabout.The Red Angel The evil spirit twitched, not knowing who he was talking to.
In the air, a crow fell down and stopped at the top of a huge rock.
There is a circle of white outside its right eye, and a human voice is made in its mouth:
You actually use Him, not Him, which is not like your style.
The Red Angel The Evil Spirit laughed:
Because He wants others to call him, not Him.
While speaking, Sauron EinhornMedic glanced at the crow:
It's more cute than your real image, right? Little Crow?
The crow responded without any anger at all:
Your mockery is like yours, and you are still living in the last era.
The Red Angel The Evil Spirit smiled and said:
Things are going well and have been hidden from Him. However, I think even if He finds out, he will pretend not to see it. If you want to be the old days, the ‘door’ must return.The hypocritical He may still be hesitating whether to do it, because this accident will bring great disaster, haha, I like disaster.
Little Crow, when will you pay?Without enough strength, I can't win the trust of the brainless person of the Abraham family.
Wait until He prays to you.The crow said, if you are worried that this state will not last for too long, I can parasitize a 'time worm' into your body to help you maintain it, without thanking you.
While speaking, the crow flapped his wings and disappeared into the vast night sky.
The Red Angel The evil spirit turned his head and looked down at the ruins of Bansy with a slightly concentric expression.
It was like a bullet with flames shot into the arsenal, hitting a bucket of easily ignited gunpowder, instantly detonating the fear that Vildu had accumulated before and was forcibly suppressed.
The horror swept into every corner of the body like a palm, grasping Verdu's heart, whitening his brain, causing him to turn around and flee to the broken dock where the pirate ship is located.
During this process, Verdu completely forgot to think. He didn't remember wearing a classical robe that could be teleported. He just stumbled into the ruins with his feet, sometimes tripped up to debris, fell heavily, and sometimes his face turned purple by his clothes, and he had to stop and breathe heavily.
However, every time there is a slight ease, Verdu will climb up and continue to run wildly, looking like he has lost his mind and only pure instinct is left.
The wooden door had no power to maintain balance without him, and slipped along the collapsed and broken wall for a while and dropped to the brick-covered ground.
The gray fog and the shadowy houses in the fog disappeared.
Five or six minutes later, Verdu ran back to the dock under the heavy rains and clouds.
His eyes were straight, filled with panic and discomfort, and he didn't notice the figure of a Taoist 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, a long black windbreaker and a cold face.
Without even thinking about it, Verdu immediately used the gangway to return to the pirate ship, rushed into the cabin, to the second floor, and into his room.
Bang!
He closed the door heavily, shrank into the narrow bed, wrapped it tightly in the quilt, and shivered.
After another rib broke and the severe pain hit his mind, Verdu finally calmed down and found that his hands and feet were sore and weak, his body was hot, and every breath was like thunder.
He struggled and worked hard, and finally took off the classical robe and fell back on the bed. He felt dizzy and nauseous, and there was no 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 then bent down and pulled up the wooden door, allowing it to stand again in front of a mostly damaged wall.
Immediately afterwards, the man in a black windbreaker simulated Verdu's movements, stroking the handle, and twisting it down.
Then he pushed the wooden door forward and let it lean against the wall.
Almost at the same time, he saw a gray mist and the streets and houses that were faintly visible in the faint mist.
Among the houses, the most prominent and clearest is the Bansie Port Telegraph Office, and the others appear more or less blurred.
At this time, the gentle voice in the telegraph office asked through the door:
Who are you?
I am, German, Sparo.The young man in a half-height silk top hat replied in an equally intermittent voice.
The inside of the Bansy Port Telegraph Bureau suddenly became quiet, as if someone was walking towards the door silently.
Just then, German Sparrow turned and looked to the other side.
Deep in the shadowy long street, a Taoist figure walked over. He was wearing a straw hat and a towel hanging around his neck, bent down 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 roof that could block the sun and rain.
A lady in a seat in the car with a round fan of flowers and birds and wearing a long waist-hugging skirt.
She and the puller were both covered by relatively thick fog, making it impossible to see the specific appearance clearly.
When they passed by Germansparo, the latter could barely see a small amount of details through the fog.
The man who bent down to pull the cart had rotten bones and was filled with yellow pus; the woman's skin was swollen and shiny, and was embedded with many blue and black patches.
With a jingle, a bell rang out, and a blue train with only two cars ran out of Germansparo.
It was not until this time that Germansparo discovered that the street ground was covered with iron black tracks, with long lines corresponding to above.
A slightly complex metal bracket stretched out at the top of the train, sliding on the long lines.
Through the train's glass window, Germansparo saw the passengers inside.
They all faced the street, but only their heads were left, each of which was dragging a blood-stained spine.
German Sparrow's pupils dilated slightly, and he watched 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 used, he could not pass through it.
A quarter of an hour later, Germansparo stopped trying, closed the wooden door and removed the fog. Then, he dragged the wooden door and teleported directly to the pirate ship, without any fear of being cursed.
He then stood the wooden door on the deck, stretched out his left palm again, and grabbed the door handle.
Suddenly, a clicking sound came from Germansparo's neck, and his head seemed to be lifted up by an invisible hand, dragging out his bloody spine.
German Sparrow had no expression change, and he raised his right hand coldly, pressed his head heavily on his head, and pressed his head back to his original position.
Immediately afterwards, he twisted the handle without much influence, and once again pushed open the wooden door, allowing it to lean against the side of the ship.
But this time, there was no grayish fog, nor was there any shadowy streets, houses and trains, which could be said to be no abnormality.
The next second, the wooden door quickly rotted and turned into a pool of mud, as if escaping the fate of being experimented with.
German Sparrow did not stop him and took out a gold ring with ruby inlaid from the air and wore it for nearly ten seconds.
After letting the ring disappear, Germansparo stretched out his right hand and dragged out the ordinary wooden door from the void, continuing to make various attempts.
Once the wooden door left Bansy, it would lose its effect. Germansparo swung it casually, allowing it to disappear in the air.
Two hours later, the clouds at high altitude gradually dissipated, and the storm that had been brewing for a long time did not come.
When the pirate ship was away from Bansy Harbor, Verdu, who had dealt with his injuries, took a bottle of potion to quickly enter sleep to adjust his mental state.
In the gray dream world, he ran in the barren wilderness, panickingly looking for something, but he had no gain at all.
Suddenly, Verdu heard a slightly intermittent sound coming from the depths of the wilderness:
Great, God of War...
The symbol of iron and blood...
Unrest, strife, the dominance...
The words were repeated over and over again, but did not disturb Verdu and free him from his dream.
After a while, Verdu naturally woke up 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 could recall the three sermons he heard in his dream without the ability of an astrologer.
And his rich knowledge of mystery told him that this pointed to a hidden existence at the level of a god.
Is this caused by the incomplete symbols and symbols around the altar, or is it caused by the street in the gray and white mist?Velduwei frowned and fell into deep thought.
He didn't rashly try to recite the name because he knew how fast and miserable people who had done similar things died.
God of War...Wildu vaguely remembers that he had seen this god name in a certain classic of the family, and decided to do some research first and then consider what to do later.
…………
On the collapsed seaside peaks in Bansey Port.
Fires, red, blazing or orange, emerged from the cracks of the gravel, forming a figure.
The figure was wearing black blood-stained armor and had a half-long fiery red hair, young and handsome.
There was a blood mark like a flag on his eyebrows, and the traces of decay were vaguely visible on his face. It was the Red Angel's evil spirit Soren Einhorn Medic.
If he hadn't relied on his 'source castle' and 'Mysterious Waiter' characteristics, he could have made the secret puppet run around the world without considering the limitation of distance, I wouldn't have needed to be so roundabout.The Red Angel The evil spirit twitched, not knowing who he was talking to.
In the air, a crow fell down and stopped at the top of a huge rock.
There is a circle of white outside its right eye, and a human voice is made in its mouth:
You actually use Him, not Him, which is not like your style.
The Red Angel The Evil Spirit laughed:
Because He wants others to call him, not Him.
While speaking, Sauron EinhornMedic glanced at the crow:
It's more cute than your real image, right? Little Crow?
The crow responded without any anger at all:
Your mockery is like yours, and you are still living in the last era.
The Red Angel The Evil Spirit smiled and said:
Things are going well and have been hidden from Him. However, I think even if He finds out, he will pretend not to see it. If you want to be the old days, the ‘door’ must return.The hypocritical He may still be hesitating whether to do it, because this accident will bring great disaster, haha, I like disaster.
Little Crow, when will you pay?Without enough strength, I can't win the trust of the brainless person of the Abraham family.
Wait until He prays to you.The crow said, if you are worried that this state will not last for too long, I can parasitize a 'time worm' into your body to help you maintain it, without thanking you.
While speaking, the crow flapped his wings and disappeared into the vast night sky.
The Red Angel The evil spirit turned his head and looked down at the ruins of Bansy with a slightly concentric expression.
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