Although there was nothing special about the voice coming from the telegraph office — it was just a little intermittent and lacked obvious intonation — it normally wouldn't make one feel terrified. However, Verdu's heart suddenly surged with fear.
It was as if a bullet with flames had shot into an arsenal and accurately hit a barrel of easily ignited gunpowder. It instantly detonated the fear that Verdu had accumulated and forcefully suppressed.
The horror that swept through every corner of his body was like a palm that grabbed Verdu's heart and wiped away his brain. It made him turn around abruptly and frantically flee towards the ruined dock where the pirate ship was.
During this process, Verdu completely forgot to think. He didn't remember that he was wearing a classical robe that could "Teleport." He only relied on his feet as he stumbled through the ruins. From time to time, he would trip over some junk and fall heavily. At other times, his face would turn purple from the tightness of his clothes. He had no choice but to stop and take deep breaths.
However, every time he relaxed a little, Verdu would get up and continue running. It was as if he had lost his mind and was only left with pure instinct.
Without the strength he provided, the wooden door couldn't maintain its balance. After sliding along the collapsed wall for a while, it fell to the ground covered in bricks.
The grayish-white fog and the indistinct houses in the fog disappeared.
Five to six minutes later, Verdu ran back to the dock under the storm.
His eyes stared straight ahead, filled with panic and loss. He didn't notice that there was a figure standing on the deck of the pirate ship, quietly looking down at him.
It was the cold-looking young man wearing a half top hat and a long black trench coat.
Without even thinking, Verdu immediately used the gangway to return to the pirate ship. He rushed all the way to the cabin, rushed to the second floor, and rushed into his room.
Bang!
He slammed the door and shrank into the narrow bed. He wrapped himself tightly in the blanket and trembled.
When another rib broke, the pain assaulted his mind. Only then did Verdu recover. He realized that his limbs were sore and his body was hot. Every breath he took sounded like thunder.
He struggled and worked hard. Finally, he took off the classical robe and fell back onto the bed. He felt dizzy and nauseous. There wasn't enough air.
Outside the cabin, the cold-faced man suddenly raised his hand, took out a human-skinned glove from the air, and put it on his left hand.
Suddenly, the man disappeared into thin air and appeared in a corner of the ruins, next to the ordinary-looking wooden door.
He then bent down and pulled up the wooden door, allowing it to stand in front of a half-damaged wall.
Right on the heels of that, the man in the black trench coat mimicked Verdu's actions. He reached out to grab the handle and twisted it down.
Then he pushed the wooden door forward and let it fall back against the wall.
Almost at the same time, he saw a greyish-white mist, and faintly discernible streets and houses in the faint mist.
Among the buildings, the one that stood out the most clearly was the Bansy Harbor telegraph office. The rest were more or less blurry.
At this moment, the calm voice in the telegraph office asked through the door,
"Who, are, you?"
"I'm Gehrman, Sparrow," the young man in the half top hat replied in the same staccato voice.
The interior of the Bansy Harbor telegraph office suddenly fell silent, as though someone was silently walking towards the door.
At this moment, German Sparrow turned his head to the other side.
In the depths of the shadowy street, a figure walked over. He was wearing a straw hat and had a towel hanging around his neck. He was bending over to pull something.
As the figure approached, the outline of the object behind him gradually outlined itself.
It was a small black carriage with two wheels. It had a roof that could block out the scorching sun and rain.
Sitting in the carriage was a lady in a waist-length dress with a round fan painted with flowers and birds.
She and the person pulling the carriage were covered by a relatively thick fog, making it impossible to see their exact appearances.
When they passed by German Sparrow, the latter barely managed to see a few details through the fog.
The face of the man who was bending over to pull the carriage was rotten to the bone, with pale yellow pus flowing out of it. The parts of the lady that weren't covered by the fan and her clothes had swollen skin that was glistening, embedded with many green and black spots.
With a ding, a bell rang, and a blue train with only two carriages sped out in front of German Sparrow.
It was only at this moment that German Sparrow realized that the streets were paved with iron-black tracks. Above them were long lines.
And at the top of the train, there was a slightly complicated metal frame that slid over the long lines.
Through the train's glass window, German Sparrow saw the passengers inside.
They were facing the street, but only their heads were left. Each head was dragging a blood-stained spine.
German Sparrow's pupils dilated slightly as he silently watched this scene without moving for a long time.
After nearly a minute, he took a step forward in an attempt to enter the blurry street shrouded in grayish-white fog.
However, the fog blocked him. No matter what method he used, he couldn't pass through it.
Fifteen minutes later, German Sparrow stopped his attempts. He closed the wooden door and eliminated the fog. Then, he dragged the wooden door and "Teleported" directly to the pirate ship. He wasn't worried about being cursed at all.
He then placed the wooden door on the deck and reached out with his left hand to grab the door handle.
Suddenly, there was a cracking sound from German Sparrow's neck. His head seemed to be lifted up by an invisible hand and dragged out his bloody spine.
German Sparrow's expression didn't change. He coldly raised his right hand and pressed down on the top of his head, pressing his head back to its original position.
Then, as if he wasn't affected, he turned the handle and pushed open the wooden door again, allowing it to lean against the side of the ship.
But this time, there was no grayish-white fog, nor were there any shadowy streets, houses, or trains. It could be said that there was nothing unusual.
In the next second, the wooden door rapidly rotted and turned into a pool of mud, as if it was escaping the fate of being experimented on.
German Sparrow didn't stop him. He first took out a golden ruby ring from the air and wore it for nearly ten seconds.
After making the ring disappear, German Sparrow reached out with his right hand and pulled out the ordinary wooden door from the void. He continued making various attempts.
After confirming that the wooden door would lose its effects once it left Bansy, German Sparrow casually waved his hand and made it disappear in midair.
Two hours later, the dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated. The storm that had been brewing for a long time finally didn't descend.
After the pirate ship left Bansy Harbor, Verdu, who had treated his injuries, consumed a bottle of medicine and quickly fell asleep to adjust his mental state.
In the gray World of Dreams, he ran through the desolate wilderness, frantically searching for something, but to no avail.
Suddenly, Verdu heard a slightly intermittent voice coming from the depths of the wilderness.
"Great, God of War …
"Iron, the symbol of blood …"
"The, ruler of, chaos, and strife …"
This sentence was repeated over and over again, but it didn't disturb Verdu or wake him up from his dream.
After an unknown period of time, Verdu naturally woke up and opened his eyes.
At that moment, the morning sun shone into the cabin, bringing with it a slightly hazy light.
Verdu slowly sat up and realized that he didn't need to use the powers of an Astrologer to recall the three-paragraph honorific name he had heard in his dream.
And his rather rich knowledge of mysticism told him that it pointed to a hidden existence at the level of a deity.
Was this caused by the incomplete symbols and symbols around the altar, or was it caused by the street I saw in the grayish-white fog? Verdu frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.
He didn't rashly attempt to recite the honorific name because he knew how quickly and tragically people who had done such things would die.
God of War … Verdu vaguely remembered that he had seen this deity's name in one of his family's books. He decided to do some research before considering what to do next.
…
Bansy Harbor, on a collapsed mountain peak by the sea.
Scarlet, blazing white, or orange flames emerged from the cracks in the rubble, forming a figure.
This figure wore a black blood-stained armor and had a head of fiery red hair. He was young and handsome.
There was a blood-colored mark between his eyebrows, and there were faint signs of decay on his face. He was none other than the Red Angel evil spirit, Sauron Einhorn Medici.
"If" He "didn't rely on Sefirah Castle and the Attendant of Mysteries characteristics to make marionettes run all over the World without considering the limitations of distance, I wouldn't have needed to take such a roundabout route." The Red Angel evil spirit tsked. It was unknown who "He" was talking to.
In midair, a crow landed and stopped at the top of a boulder.
There was a circle of white around its right eye, and a human voice sounded from its mouth:
"You actually used 'Him' and not 'Him.' This doesn't seem like your style."
The Red Angel evil spirit chuckled.
"Because 'He' wishes for others to address' Him, 'and not' Him. '"
As he spoke, Sauron Einhorn Medici glanced at the crow.
"Compared to your true appearance, your current appearance is cuter, isn't it, Little Crow?"
The white-eyed crow replied without any anger, "Your mockery is just like you.
"Your mockery and your people are still living in the previous era."
The Red Angel evil spirit smiled and said, "Things are progressing quite smoothly.
I've already fooled 'Him.' However, I believe that even if 'He' discovers it, 'He' will likely pretend not to see it. If you want to become a Great Old One, the 'door' has to return. The hypocritical 'He' might still be hesitating on whether to do it because it will bring about a huge disaster if 'He' isn't careful. Haha, I like disasters.
"Little Crow, when are you going to pay me? Without sufficient strength, I won't be able to gain the trust of that brainless House of Abraham. "
"When he prays to you," said the white-eyed crow. "If you're worried that you won't be able to maintain this state for too long, I can parasitize a Worm of Time into your body to help you maintain it. There's no need to thank me.
As it spoke, the crow flapped its wings and disappeared into the night sky.
The Red Angel evil spirit turned its head and, with the advantage of the terrain, looked down at the Bansy ruins with a slightly solemn expression.
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