Chapter 1339: Behind the Door

Although the voice coming from the telegraph office wasn't anything out

of the ordinary, it was just a little intermittent. It lacked the

obvious changes in tone. Normally, it wouldn't strike terror in others,

but Verdu's heart suddenly erupted with a surge of fear.

It was like a bullet with flames shooting into an ammunition dump. It

accurately hit a barrel of flammable gunpowder and ignited the fear that

Verdu had accumulated and suppressed previously.

The horror that swept into every corner of his body was like a hand that

grabbed Verdu's heart and blanked out his brain. He turned around

abruptly and ran frantically towards the remnant pier where the pirate

ship was.

During this process, Verdu had completely forgotten to think. He didn't

remember wearing a classic robe that could "Teleport." All he did was

run through the ruins with his feet, occasionally tripping over random

items and falling heavily to the ground. Sometimes, his face would turn

purple from his tightening clothes, and he had no choice but to stop to

catch his breath.

However, every time he composed himself a little, he would crawl up and

continue running. He looked like he had lost his rationality and was

acting purely on instinct.

Without the force he provided, the wooden door couldn't maintain its

balance. It slid down from the collapsed wall and fell to the floor

covered with bricks.

The grayish-white fog and the shadowy houses disappeared.

After five minutes, Verdu ran back to the pier under the storm.

His eyes were wide open, filled with panic and confusion. He didn't

notice that there was a figure standing on the deck of the pirate ship,

quietly looking down at him.

This was the young man wearing a half top hat and a long black trench

coat. He had a cold expression.

Verdu didn't even think about it and immediately used the gangway to

return to the pirate ship. He rushed into the cabin and rushed to the

second floor before rushing into his room.

Bang!

He slammed the door shut and curled up on the small, narrow bed. He

wrapped himself tightly with the blanket and shivered.

When another of his ribs fractured again, the excruciating pain struck

him and he finally recovered from his horror. He realized that his limbs

were sore and his body was hot. Every breath he took was like thunder.

He struggled with all his might, and finally, he took off his classic

robe and fell back into the bed. He felt dizzy and nauseous. The air

just felt insufficient.

Outside the cabin, the cold-looking man suddenly raised his hand. He

took out a human-skinned glove and wore it on his left palm.

Suddenly, the man vanished into thin air and appeared in a corner of the

ruins. He appeared beside the ordinary wooden door.

He bent down and raised the wooden door, allowing it to stand in front

of the collapsed wall.

Right on the heels of that, the man in the black trench coat mimicked

Verdu's actions. He reached out for the handle and twisted it downwards.

Then, he pushed the wooden door forward and let it lean against the

wall.

Almost at the same time, he saw a grayish-white fog. He saw the faintly

discernible streets and houses in the fog.

Amidst the houses, the clearest, most eye-catching one 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 a half top hat replied in

the same staccato.

The interior of Bansy Harbor Telegraph Office suddenly fell silent as

though someone was walking silently towards the door.

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

In the deep end of the street, a figure walked over. He was wearing a

straw hat and had a towel around his neck. He was bending over to pull

something.

As the figure approached, the outline of the object behind him gradually

became clear.

It was a black vehicle with two wheels. It had a roof that could block

the scorching sun and rain.

In the vehicle sat a lady wearing a waist-length dress with an

embroidered fan.

Both she and the driver were concealed by thick fog, making it difficult

for anyone to see their exact appearances.

When they passed Gehrman Sparrow, he barely managed to see a few details

through the fog.

The hunched man pulling the carriage had a rotten face with pale-yellow

pus flowing. In areas where the lady wasn't covered by the fan and

clothes, her skin was swollen with a glisten amidst many blue and black

spots.

With a ring, a bell sounded. A blue train with two carriages sped out

from in front of Gehrman Sparrow.

At this moment, Gehrman Sparrow realized that there was an iron-black

track on the ground. Above him were long lines.

On the top of the train carriage, there was a rather complicated metal

frame that slid over the long lines.

Through the glass window of the train, Gehrman Sparrow saw the

passengers inside.

They faced the streets, but only their heads remained. Each head was

dragging a bloody spine.

Gehrman Sparrow's pupils dilated 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 beneath the grayish-white fog.

However, the fog blocked him. No matter what method he used, he couldn't

pass through it.

Fifteen minutes later, Gehrman Sparrow stopped his attempts and closed

the wooden door, eliminating 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 his left hand

again to grab the door handle.

Suddenly, there was a cracking sound from Gehrman Sparrow's neck. His

head seemed to be raised by an invisible hand as it dragged out a bloody

spine.

Gehrman Sparrow's expression didn't change as he coldly raised his right

hand and pressed it above his head, pressing his head back to its

original position.

Immediately after, he turned the handle as though unaffected and pushed

the wooden door open again, allowing it to lean against the shipboard.

However, this time, there was no grayish-white fog to be seen, nor were

there any visible streets, houses, or trains. It could be said that

there was nothing unusual.

In the next second, the wooden door rapidly decayed, turning into a pile

of mud, as if it was trying to avoid the fate of being tested.

Gehrman Sparrow didn't stop it. He took out a golden ring embedded with

a ruby and wore it for nearly ten seconds.

After the ring vanished, Gehrman Sparrow reached out with his right hand

and pulled out the same ordinary wooden door from the void before

continuing his attempts.

After confirming that the wooden door would lose its effects once it

left Bansy, Gehrman Sparrow casually waved his hand, allowing it to

vanish in midair.

Two hours later, the dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated. The

storm that had been brewing for a long time ultimately did not descend.

When the pirate ship was far away from Bansy Harbor, Verdu, who had

finished treating his injuries, took a bottle of medicine and allowed

himself to quickly fall asleep so that he could adjust his mental state.

In the hazy dream world, he ran in a desolate moor, looking for

something frantically, but he found nothing.

Suddenly, Verdu heard a faint voice coming from deep in the moor:

"The great... God of War...

"The symbol... of... iron... and... blood...

"The ruler... of... chaos... and... strife..."

This sentence repeated over and over again, but it didn't alarm Verdu

enough to snap him out of his dreams.

After some time, Verdu woke up and opened his eyes.

At that moment, the morning sun shone into the cabin outside the window,

bringing with it a faint light.

Verdu slowly sat up and realized that he didn't need to use the powers

of an Astrologer to recall the three lines of the honorific name that he

had heard in his dream.

And his relatively rich mysticism knowledge told him that it was

referring to a hidden existence at the level of a deity.

*Is this the result of the incomplete symbols and labels around the

altar, or a result of me witnessing that street in the grayish-white

fog?* Verdu frowned and fell into deep thought.

He didn't rashly attempt to recite that honorific name, because he knew

how miserable people who had done something like that had died.

God of War... Verdu vaguely remembered that he had seen this

deity's name in a book in his family. He decided to do some research

before considering how to deal with it later.

Bansy Harbor, on the collapsed coastal mountain.

Red, blazing-white, or orange flames emerged from the crevices of the

gravel, forming a figure.

This figure was wearing a black blood-stained armor, with a half-grown

fiery red hair. He looked young and handsome.

There was a blood-colored mark on his glabella that resembled a flag.

There were traces of decay on his face. It was none other than the Red

Angel evil spirit, Sauron Einhorn Medici.

"If 'He' didn't have Sefirah Castle and an Attendant of Mysteries

characteristic to allow his marionettes to run around the world without

considering the limitations of distance, I wouldn't need to take such a

roundabout route." The Red Angel evil spirit tsked, a mystery as to who

"He" was speaking with.

In midair, a raven landed on the top of a boulder.

There was a circle of white on its right eye, and a human voice sounded

from its mouth.

"You actually used 'Him' and not him. This isn't like your style."

The Red Angel evil spirit chuckled.

"That's because 'He' wishes others to call 'Him' as him, and not 'Him.'"

As "He" spoke, Sauron Einhorn Medici glanced at the raven.

"This form of yours looks cuter than your true self, don't you think?

Lil' Raven?"

The white-eyed raven replied without any hint of anger, "Your mockery is

just like you. Still living in the previous epoch."

The Red Angel evil spirit smiled and said, "The developments have been

rather smooth, and 'He' has been fooled. However, I believe that even if

'He' discovers it, 'He' will probably turn a blind eye. For the two of

you to become Great Old Ones, 'Door' has to return. The hypocritical

'Him' might still be hesitating about whether to do it, because if 'He'

isn't careful, it will bring about a huge disaster. Haha, I like

disasters.

"Lil' Raven, when are you going to make your payment? If you don't have

enough strength, I won't be able to gain the trust of the brainless

Abraham."

"When he prays to you," said the white-eyed raven. "If you're worried

that such a state won't last long, I can parasitize a Worm of Time into

your body and help you maintain it. There's no need to thank me."

As "He" spoke, the raven spread its wings and disappeared into the vast

night sky.

The Red Angel evil spirit turned "His" head and, with the advantage of

the terrain, wore a solemn expression as "He" looked down at the Bansy

ruins.