In the midst of the falling rain, Alger, the "hanged man", finished his prayer.

His body involuntarily straightened up, and his head was raised.

The "Tyrant" card in his hand suddenly thickened and brightened, as if forming a book composed of light.

The book flipped quickly to reveal a different appearance of Russell the Great, sometimes dressed as a sailor, sometimes wearing a sailing cap, sometimes singing in the waves......

The picture is finally fixed on the appearance of the emperor wearing a triple crown and wearing the papal vestment.

"He" sympathized with the dim sky, attracting a huge lightning bolt that pierced the clouds.

Thundered!

In the thunder brought by the lightning, the illusory figure of Russell the Great and the "Hanged Man" Alger overlapped.

His temperament suddenly became extremely majestic, and the undulating Cerenzo River around the "Blue Avenger" instantly calmed down, like a windless lake.

Alger, the "hanging man" who had "wore" the triple crown and "dressed" the papal robes, had a silver-white staff condensed purely by lightning appeared in his hand.

He took one step at a time, and came high into the air under the wind.

Thundered!

Thunder thundered above Trier, and the visible hurricane swept countless dark clouds into a huge, dark, terrifying whirlpool.

In the whirlpool, dense lightning bolts of various colors were intertwined, or they stretched themselves out with teeth and claws, enclosing the blazing sun in the west.

Whoa!

Like an unscrewed faucet, the rain poured down on every corner of Trier in an exaggerated manner, splashing up a mist that covered everything.

In the blink of an eye, the ground, illuminated by sunlight and lightning at the same time, was covered with a layer of water.

The citizens who had just been awakened looked at such a scene, looking at the dark background that the blazing sunlight and the lightning like a snake tide could not dispel, and suddenly felt that the end was coming.

In the deep darkness corresponding to the breeze dance hall, there were two more illusory heads and four exaggerated arms, and the giant Lumian, whose body was more than ten meters high, saw that the mysterious door that was pressed by himself slowly opened back in the heavy friction sound, and gradually cracked a gap, and there was a faint invisible flame burning in the gap.

This time, less than a tenth of the spiritual light spots in the vicinity remained, and the occult symbols and connections were either lost or weakened to the extreme.

The blood-stained and rust-red iron gate finally broke free, making the cracks unstoppable.

Before the storm and lightning confronted the sun, the invisible flames burning behind the door retreated to the sides without making a sound, revealing a path with no support and no end.

Lumian, who was holding Jana, fell uncontrollably into the door under the attraction of terror.

The light on his left chest lit up, and the entire "hostel", along with the other twelve "rooms", had to pass through this mysterious door.

A real market area, on the second floor of the Breeze Ballroom.

When the top and bottom began to flip and the real and the unreal reversed, Gardner. Martin and "Overseer" Olsen did not briefly become members of the world in the painting with the ordinary citizens and the members of the Predator Cross who set fires to places like Rist's Docks.

They stayed on the ground, beside the darkness that represented the Breeze Ballroom, for behind each of them, there was an additional figure at some point.

Behind Olsen stood a man in a formal suit without a bow tie, who looked to be in his thirties and forties, with a very tall nose, deep-set eyes, light blue eyes, slightly curled brown hair, and unusually rigid contours, and his eyes unabashedly showing his contempt and arrogance.

Gardner. Behind Martin was an old man with dark red hair neatly combed back, dressed in a blue military uniform with ribbons and medals.

The old man's face was clearly wrinkled, but his dark eyes were extremely sharp, and everywhere he looked, it seemed as if he could destroy the house and lift the ground.

They were the president of the Predator Cross and the most powerful vice-president, and it was under their patronage that Gardner. Martin and Olsen were not affected by the rituals of the cultists and flipped into the world in the painting.

As for the other high-ranking members of the Predator Cross, they are creating chaos in different parts of Trier and distracting the power of the official extraordinary.

After seeing the dark depths of the Breeze Ballroom twist into a blood-stained black door, the four members of the Predator Cross walked in without the slightest hesitation, as if they had practiced it many times.

Red Swan Castle, the hall in the deepest part of the underground labyrinth.

The Count of Puiver, barefoot and dressed in a dressing gown, had arrived, gazing through the lit white candles at the rusty bronze coffin.

The lid of the coffin had slipped to its side, revealing the illusory purple fire that filled the interior.

The purple flames were being absorbed by the iron-black rings embedded in the ground of the bronze coffin, and merged with the viscous blood and withered hearts in the middle of the rings.

This creates an entrance, a deep cavern stained with blood and rust.

Through this entrance, a high, bloody and crazy aura emanated from the corresponding underground.

Count Puiver's body trembled uncontrollably under the influence of the breath, but his eyes were feverish, and there was no fear in him.

It was the first time he had been so close to the spirit of his ancestors!

With a twisted smile on her face, Puiver stepped forward, through the outer area of candle flames, and approached the mutant bronze coffin.

In the whole world, except for the members of the Sauron family who waited for the time to come in the Red Swan Castle and the mysterious leader of the "Esoteric Order", the long-fallen Russell the Great, no one knew that the underground of the Red Swan Castle was another seal in the Quaternary that Trier.

This was repaired that year, sealed with the hearts of generations of important members of the Sauron family, but the problem was irreparable:

Vermunda, who once ruled the entire Sauron family. Champagne. Sauron went crazy and entered the upper echelons of that Trier in the Quaternary!

Since then, his madness has lingered in the seals, and his screams of pain have resounded from time to time, affecting everyone who lives in the Red Swan Castle, affecting all those of the same blood.

Now, it's time to put an end to the curse that has brought the Sauron family to decay and left one Sauron after Sauron trapped in nightmares!

With a strong sense of mission and great pride, and with the conviction of dying, the Count of Puiver laughed wildly and pressed his hand on the edge of the bronze coffin, and lay down in it.

His figure plummeted, into the deep mouth stained with blood and rust.

The Count of Puiver had just disappeared into the bronze coffin, and Elose, dressed in a beige hunting suit and tied in a ponytail. Einhorn entered the hall.

She glanced at the pile of white candles and bronze coffins, examined the changes in the seals, and then slashed her fingers with her fingernails, dripping three drops of bright red blood onto the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the girl lowered her head and solemnly recited:

"The embodiment of iron and blood, the symbol of the scourge of war, the priest who rules the weather, the great Snarner. Einhorn ......"

After Eloth had recited all the incantations, the blood that had been dripping on the ground boiled.

They grew instantly, as if they had turned into a blood-colored lake, and then condensed into a figure dressed in iron-black blood-stained armor.

This figure is more than 1.8 meters, with long crimson hair, wearing a pair of exaggerated golden earrings, and his facial features are neutral, both handsome and delicate.

His darkened brown eyes looked at Elose, nodded slightly, and said:

"Well done, in the previous war, the family lost the most important thing, and must seize every opportunity to seize any possibility to make up for the loss, even if it is only a part."

With that said, Snarner. Einhorn's figure flickered into the deep entrance of the bronze coffin.

Elos stared at the scene, her eyes flickering a few times.

She finally sighed and said:

"Either way, the curse of House Sauron will come to an end......"

...…

3 White Coat Street, inside apartment 601.

Surprised and worried, Franka took out the bone statue of the "First Witch" and the ancient silver mirror that had been taken from the ground.

She wasn't sure if the mutations between the two items were good or bad, and the only option was to put them farther away and wait for the subsequent changes to be observed before deciding what to do.

At this moment, the classical silver mirror reflected the statue of the "primordial witch" that it did not shine at all, and the entire white coat street, the entire overturned area, shook violently.

Dark light bursts out of the mirror, Franca and Anthony. Red didn't even have time to use any of his abilities before he was swallowed.

When the darkness receded, only coffee tables and sofas remained in apartment 601.

Behind the delighted "painter" next to the mural depicting part of the market area, an ancient silver mirror detached from the world in the painting, falling softly in the darkness of the shadows, falling deeper and deeper, and soon disappearing.

.....

In an indescribable scorching heat and whirlwind sensation, Lumian and Janna landed on the paved black stone bricks.

The first thing that caught their eye was a magnificent city in the distance, with asymmetrical black buildings and brightly colored red houses.

The city was shrouded in a faint mist, looming like the occasional illusion of pirate sailors.

In the wilderness outside the city, dark clouds, lightning continued, thunder roared, torrential rain poured in, and a huge figure dozens of meters high was surrounded by these natural phenomena, only faintly visible, vague and difficult to distinguish.

"He" wandered outside the city, wandering in smoke, flames, hail, lightning, torrential rain, and strong winds as if it never ceased.

This is the Quaternary that Trier? Lumian had a guess, but he wasn't sure, it wasn't quite what he expected.

Jaina subconsciously glanced sideways at him, and found that he had returned to his original appearance, no longer unusually large, no longer had three heads and six arms.