Although there was nothing unusual about the voice coming from the telegraph office, only a little intermittent, lacking obvious fluctuations in tone, and it would not normally make people feel terrifying, Verdur suddenly erupted with surging horror in his heart.

It was as if a bullet with a stream of flames had entered the arsenal, accurately hitting a barrel of gunpowder that was easily ignited, and instantly detonating the fear that Verdu had accumulated and forcibly suppressed.

The horror that swept through every corner of his body grabbed Verdur's heart like a palm, smearing his brain, causing him to jerk around and flee frantically towards the ruined docks where the pirate ship was.

In the process, Verdu completely forgot to think, did not remember that he was wearing a classical robe that could be "teleported", but with his feet, he stumbled through the ruins, sometimes tripped over miscellaneous objects, fell hard, and sometimes turned purple from his clothes, and had to stop and gasp for breath.

However, at the slightest relief, Verdu would get up and run wildly, as if he had lost his mind and was left with nothing but pure instinct.

The wooden door could not hold its balance without his strength, and after sliding along the crumbling and crumbling wall for a while, it fell to the masonry floor.

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

Five or six minutes later, Verdu ran back to the dock under the clouds of the rainstorm.

His eyes were straight, panicked and bewildered, and he didn't notice the figure standing on the deck of the pirate ship, looking down at him silently.

This is the young man with a half-height silk top hat and a long black trench coat with a grim face.

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

Bang!

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

It wasn't until another rib was broken and the pain hit his mind that Verdu was relieved to find that his hands and feet were sore, his body was hot, and every breath he breathed was like thunder.

He struggled, struggled, and finally took off the classical robe and fell back on the bed, feeling dizzy, nauseous, and not enough air.

Outside the cabin, the grim-faced man suddenly raised his hand, took out a human skin glove from the air, and put it on his left palm.

Suddenly, the man disappeared out of thin air, appeared in the corner of the ruins, and appeared 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 half-broken wall.

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

Then, he pushed the wooden door forward, allowing it to lean against the wall.

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

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

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

"You, yes, who?"

"I am, Gelman, Sparrow. The young man in the half-height silk top hat replied in the same staccato voice.

Inside the Bansey Port Telegraph Office, there was a sudden silence, as if someone was silently walking towards the door.

At that moment, Gelman Sparrow turned his head to look to the other side.

In the depths of the long shadowy street, a figure approached, wearing a straw hat and a towel around his neck, bending over and pulling something.

As the figure approached, the outline of what was behind him was gradually outlined.

It was a two-wheeled black cart with a shed roof that sheltered from the sun and rain.

On the cart sat a lady holding a round fan of flowers and birds and wearing a long skirt with a cinched waist.

Both she and the cart puller were obscured by a thicker fog that made it impossible to see what they looked like.

It was only when they passed in front of Gelman Sparrow that he could barely see through the fog and see a few details.

The man's face was rotten and yellowish with pus, and the woman's skin was swollen to the point of shining and inlaid with blue and black patches where it was not covered by the flowers, birds, fans, and clothing.

With a clang, a bell rang, and a two-car blue train sprang out in front of Gelman Sparrow.

It was only then that Gelman Sparrow discovered that the street floor was paved with iron-black tracks, and that long lines corresponded to them.

At the top of the front of the train, a slightly complex metal bracket stretched out and slid on the long line.

Through the glass window of the train, Gelman Sparrow saw the passengers inside.

They were all facing the street, but all that was left was their heads, each dragging a blood-stained vertebrae.

Gelman Sparrow's pupils dilated slightly, and he watched the scene silently, not 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 held him back, and no matter what method he tried, he could not get through.

A quarter of an hour later, Gelman Sparrow stopped trying, closed the wooden door to remove the fog, and dragged the wooden door directly to the pirate ship, completely unafraid of a curse.

He then placed the wooden door on the deck, stretched out his left palm again, and grasped the doorknob.

Suddenly, there was a clicking sound at Gelman Sparrow's neck, and his head seemed to be lifted by an invisible hand, dragging out of his bloody spine.

Gelman Sparrow, without any change in expression, raised his right hand indifferently and pressed it the top of his head, pressing his head back into place.

Then, unaffected, he twisted the handle and pushed the wooden door open again, letting it rest against the side of the ship.

But this time, there was no gray fog presented, and there were no shadowy streets, houses, and trains protruding, so it can be said that there was nothing out of the ordinary.

In the next second, the wooden door quickly rotted and decayed into a puddle of mud, as if escaping the fate of being experimented.

Gelman Sparrow did not stop, but first took out a gold ring set with rubies from the air and wore it for nearly ten seconds.

After making the ring disappear, Gelman Sparrow reached out with his right hand, dragged out the ordinary wooden door from the void, and continued to try.

Once it was confirmed that the wooden door would lose its effect once it left Bansey, Gelman Sparrow flicked it and made it disappear into the air.

Two hours passed, the clouds in the sky 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 Bansey Harbor, Verdu, who had recovered his injuries, took a bottle of potion and quickly fell asleep to adjust his mental state.

In the gray dream world, he ran in the barren wilderness, frantically looking for something, but to no avail.

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

"Great, God of War......

"Symbol of iron, and, blood......

"Turmoil, peace, strife, and strife, reign over ......"

The words were repeated over and over again, but they did not disturb Verdu and pull him out of his dreams.

After some time, 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, realizing that he didn't need the power of an "astrologer" to recall the three-stage name he had heard in his dream.

And his considerable knowledge of the occult told him that this pointed to a hidden existence at the level of a god.

Was it the broken symbols and symbols around the altar, or was it caused by the street I witnessed in the gray mist?Verdu frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

He didn't try to recite the name, because he knew how quickly and tragically people who had done something like it died.

God of War...... Verdu vaguely remembered that he had seen this god name in one of his family's books, and decided to do some research before considering what to do with it.

............

Bansi Harbor, on a collapsed seaside peak.

Flames of red, white, or orange emerged from the cracks in the rubble, forming a figure.

The figure was young and handsome, dressed in black blood-stained armor and with half-length fiery red hair.

He had a blood-colored mark on his eyebrows, and there were faint signs of decay on his face, which was none other than the "Red Angel" evil spirit Sauron Einhorn Medich.

"If it weren't for the fact that he had the characteristics of 'Source Castle' and 'Secret Attendant', he could make secret puppets run around the world without considering the limitations of distance, I wouldn't have been so roundabout. The "Red Angel" evil spirit snorted, not knowing who it was talking to.

In mid-air, a crow landed and came to rest on top of a boulder.

It has a white ring outside its right eye, and a human voice comes from its mouth:

"You actually use Him instead of Him, which is not your style. ”

The "Red Angel" evil spirit laughed and said:

"For He wants others to call Him, not Him. ”

As he spoke, Sauron Einhorn Medici glanced at the crow:

"It's cuter than you really are, isn't it, little crow?"

The white-eyed crow replied without any anger:

"Your taunts, like your people, are still alive in the last era. ”

The "Red Angel" evil spirit smiled and said:

"Things are going well and have been hidden from Him, but, I suppose, even if He found out, he would have pretended not to see it, and if you are to be the old days, the 'Gate' must return. The hypocritical He may still be hesitant to do it, because this carelessness can bring great disaster, haha, I love disaster.

"Little Raven, when are you going to be paid? I can't trust the brainless man of the Abrahams without enough strength. ”

"Wait for him to pray to you. "If you're worried that you won't be able to maintain this state for long, I can parasitize a 'Time Worm' into your body and help you maintain it, no thanks."

As he spoke, the crow flapped its wings and disappeared into the night sky.

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

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