The wide underground plaza is lit by burning torches, the bluestone ground is entwined with vines and weeds, and the cold wind blows from nowhere, like a rolling and wailing ghost, setting off a burst of "woo" cries. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Thor, with his hands folded in his sleeves, followed the black-robed man known as the Great One to a statue at the innermost end of the square.

It was a statue made of blue-gray marble, and the only thing Thor knew for sure was that it wasn't a human.

Probably a merfolk or something, but Thor had never seen such a bizarre, distorted image of a fish-man, completely different from what he had imagined a fish-people.

The statue resembles a large, terrifying, standing fish, with human-like hands and feet, but its fingers and toes are connected together by something that looks like webs, and its arms, calves, and back are covered with fin-like membranous wings, and countless hard barbs are erected on this extremely hard looking membranous membrane.

Its upper body has a human-like chest, strong and majestic, and the sculptor seems to have carved the front chest of this "fish man" as a knotted figure of flesh and muscle, as if out of some extreme admiration, trying to highlight its explosive power.

The monster's head was completely transformed into a fish, and a pair of large, bulging, bulging horror eyes looked down on the entire underground plaza with long gills on either side of the neck, and some strange tentacles of unknown functions on them, which hung down to the front of the chest.

The whole statue stood in a half-squatting posture, the fish's mouth was open, revealing a bloody mouth, and the long and unseemly fangs made people's scalp tingle, and the back couldn't help but chill, as if the next second this vicious monster was about to kick up its hind legs, as if you were rushing towards it.

Thor shuddered, he didn't know who had created such a terrifying thing, he squinted his eyes and secretly glanced at Leon, and found that the majestic lion-like man also lowered his head at this moment, and did not dare to look up at this terrible statue at all, and it seemed that he did not have any admiration for this statue.

"Doesn't this sculpture have nothing to do with the door?" thought to himself, and he looked back at the other members who were walking forward with the fire, all of whom were holding their heads tightly with their black hoods, and bowed silently, as if there was something on the ground that attracted them, and they did not dare to raise their heads.

This further confirms Saul's suspicion that this statue has nothing to do with the organization, it will never be made by them, and there is no doubt that the builder of the statue was full of extreme worship fanaticism when it was shaped, and Thor can even imagine what a tsunami of worship this statue once received.

In this way, whether it is the secret room or this underground square, it should not have been built by the people with doors and eyes, and it is impossible for them to build such a magnificent and incredible underground structure under the noses of the Conrad family.

The history of this underground plaza should be far older than that of the Conrad family, and perhaps even older than the kingdom of Lorraine, Armenes.

"Could it be that it was built during the prosperous period of the Serverons?" Thor wondered, in the known history, the oldest civilization of mankind was the period of the rule of the Serveros, but at that time it was only a few thousand years ago, and no matter how ancient things were, they were all myths and legends, circulating in the streets and alleys, and no one could tell whether it was true or not.

"Please come forward—" The man in black, who was called the Great One, spoke, as if it was an emotionless machine that was making a sound, just running a program that used grammar to make sounds, and said coldly.

Leon turned his head and glanced at Thor, motioning for him to come forward, then quickly lowered his head and looked timidly at the ground.

Leather boots are also difficult to insulate from the rising cool air of the bluestone floor, and since the unbearable experience in the sewers, Thor has broken his barefoot habit and deliberately spent money on a valuable outfit, including the delicate lambskin boots on his feet.

"Kick-Kick" His steps were slow and powerful, and then the empty square emitted a deep echo, as if stepping on the tip of people's hearts, making those who heard it inexplicably uncomfortable.

The wind continued, crying and mourning as if it had been mourning for thousands of years, and Thor turned back as he walked forward, and the members who followed behind him, all buried their heads deeply and held their torches high, whether it was Thor in front of him or the statue standing silently, they did not dare to look at him, as if they were hiding from some plague.

Thor came to the front and stood side by side with the man in black, only to see that under the statue of the strange fishman, there was a stone tablet entwined with aquatic plants, obviously under the land, but these aquatic plants showed a vibrant dark green, wet as if they had just been fished out of the sea.

The man in black raised his hand, revealing a human finger, much to Thor breathe a sigh of relief, he was terrified that it would be a fish-man's webbed or something terrible.

"Please read it—" Pointing to the stone tablet crawling with water and grass, Thor followed the light coming from behind him, and vaguely saw characters engraved on the stone tablet, he looked at the person beside him suspiciously, and asked in surprise:

"What do you need me to do, is to read the words on this tablet?" he explained, scratching his head, "I'm not a linguist, and if it's a text that you can't read, I can't read it."

Leon stood right behind Thor, his hooded head bowed, and a magnetic voice rang out, and he said to Thor in a deep voice:

"It's not that I can't read it, but I can't read it at all-" As if sensing his gaffe, Leon hurriedly changed the subject: "The prophecy of the Great One will not be wrong—sir, you are the one who can read this inscription, with your unique talent......"

Thor looked silently at the black-robed man standing silently beside him, he was the great man in Leon's mouth, and he didn't know how to predict that Thor was the one who could read the inscription.

Leon said just now that others can't look at this stone tablet, although the words behind him are not spoken, but Thor also vaguely guessed, I'm afraid that people who have seen it will not be able to appear here.

A bead of sweat broke out of his palms, but his heart was unusually calm, Thor knew that he would have to read the words on the stele anyway, and from Leon's ability to stop time in the tavern, he knew that this group of people was not something he could resist with his current power.

Whether it's to protect his own people, or to protect Blackfang, Morey, and Bertha, Thor has to join in and get caught up in this unknown vortex of terror.

He took a step forward, and he was more or less confident in his heart, he was not a person from this world, and he had many secrets on his body, and he would become a prophet In fact, Thor did not feel so surprised in his heart.

He even thought that maybe the words on the stone tablet were all in Chinese, so it would make sense, after all, the entire Wotan Continent was afraid that there would be no second creature that could speak Chinese.

Thinking like this, Thor slowly crouched down, crouched down in front of the huge statue, and gently lifted the lush aquatic plants wrapped around the stone monument, the wet water droplets stuck to his hands, bringing a salty smell from the sea, making people think that they were not hundreds of meters deep at the moment, but as if they were back on the reef on the beach under the cliff corner.

Thor could hear the breathing of the people behind him visibly becoming rapid, and they might not dare to look up, but by the sound of the voice, they could tell that Thor had begun to read the stele.

Taking advantage of the gap, Thor quietly glanced back at the "Great One", and saw that he was still standing silently, without the slightest mood swing, and his black robe shrouded his whole body, which was as mysterious as his nickname.

Turning his head, most of the aquatic plants on the stele had been lifted by Thor to reveal the strange symbols on it.

The text on it didn't work out as he had hoped, it was twisted and weird, as if it were jumping around, not the kanji or something like Sol was expecting.

As soon as Thor saw these characters, he was deeply intrigued, his whole body tingled, a trembling feeling from the deepest part of his body gushed out, and his eyes were drawn to the unknown dark depths with the beating symbols.

The amorphous words were like strange laughing, screaming elves, letting out bursts of painful howls and crazy laughter, ringing louder and louder in his ears, echoing closer and closer.

Thor could no longer see the stone monument, the bluestone paved ground, the terrifying fish-man statue above his head, and he looked up to see the white expanse everywhere, and even the other members of the door and eye were gone.

It was as if his body was firmly grasped by a huge, powerful claw, harder and harder, harder and harder, as if it was about to pinch his whole person.

Thor wanted to struggle, wanted to scream, but couldn't do it at all, his body was imprisoned and didn't use any strength, he desperately opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound, he only felt that a white light was slowly approaching in front of him, and a pitch-black figure could be faintly seen in the white light.

He couldn't guess the specific image of the black shadow, but an instinctive sense of fear rose in his body, which made him want to abandon everything, abandon his dignity, abandon reason, and all his friends and partners were left behind, turn and flee, flee immediately, and never get close to this oozing black shadow again.

But the body was clung to and could not move. The white light approached, enveloping an unknown dark shadow within, and Thor felt in fear that he was about to go mad, and he twisted his neck, his head, and his mouth wide open like a lamb about to be slaughtered, but he couldn't utter a word—he just made a final struggle in vain.

He saw a hand reach out from the shadows and touch his cheek, and for some reason, Thor realized that the moment this arm touched him, it was the moment death came.

But he was so tired that he struggled to exhaust all his strength, but he failed to produce the slightest effect, like a pig lying on the ground with his hands and feet tied, and could only wait quietly for the butcher's knife to come.

"Even without me, soap can be sold...... Morey, Kratos, just go back to the Wasteland, and don't come to Worms again—Malten's debt is paid off with enough money from this business......"

In the last moments of his life, Thor stopped his beastly frenzied struggle, regained his senses, thought about the people and things he couldn't trust, and spent all his strength calmly waiting for his end.

"Is this a god—" The thought that could not help but arise in his heart, this irresistible feeling, made him unable to find a second word to describe it.

"Death at the hands of God - it's not a loss, I don't know if I can cross over next time, or be reborn? The time spent on Earth flashed back to his mind, replaying them one by one, and Thor began to think about it.

However, at this moment, the cold voice of the Great One exploded in his ears: "Heaven...... Wield...... Talent...... Use your ...... Talent—"

It was like a thunderbolt that woke Thor, and at the end of his life, Thor was freed from fear and madness, and suddenly thought that he had a unique talent that was different from the others, his system.

Then, Thor meditated in his mind, and then turned on the summoning system he hadn't used in a long time.

When the concise page where the two big words "Summon" button appeared on it, this strange white space let out a violent explosion, and the black shadow hand stretched out towards Thor, as well as the inexplicable white light, miserable howls, and mockery, all gradually moved away from him, and this ordinary interface that only he could see, like an indestructible shield, firmly protected him and pulled Thor out of the hands of death.