Although there was nothing special about the sound coming from the telegraph office, it was just a little intermittent and lacked obvious ups and downs in tone, which normally would not make people feel terrified, but Verdu's heart suddenly erupted with a surge of fear.

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

The terror that swept through every corner of his body was like a hand that gripped Verdu's heart, wiped out his brain, and made him turn around abruptly and flee madly towards the ruined dock where the pirate ship was.

During this process, Verdu completely forgot to think, and forgot that he was wearing an ancient robe that could "teleport". He just ran through the ruins on his own two feet, stumbling over debris and falling heavily. Sometimes, his face turned purple because of the clothes he wore, and he had to stop and gasp for breath.

However, every time there was a slight reprieve, Verdu would get up and continue running wildly, as if he had lost his mind and was only acting on pure instinct.

Without his strength, the wooden door could not maintain its balance. It slid along the collapsed and broken wall for a distance and then fell to the brick and stone ground with a thud.

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

Five or six minutes later, Verdu ran back to the dock under the dark rain clouds.

His eyes were wide open, filled with panic and bewilderment, and he didn't notice at all that there was a figure standing on the deck of the pirate ship, looking down at him quietly.

This is the young man with a stern face and a half-high silk hat and a long black trench coat.

Without a second thought, Verdu immediately used the gangway to return to the pirate ship, rushed into the cabin, rushed to the second floor, and rushed into his own room.

Bang!

He slammed the door shut, huddled in the narrow bed, wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, and shivered.

When another rib was broken and severe pain attacked his mind, Verdu began to recover. He found that his hands and feet were sore, his body was hot, and every breath was like thunder.

He struggled and tried hard, and finally took off the classical robe, and fell back on the bed, feeling dizzy, nauseous, and unable to get enough air.

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

Suddenly, the man disappeared out of thin air and appeared in a corner of the ruins, next to the ordinary wooden door.

He then bent down, pulled up the wooden door, and placed it back in front of a mostly damaged wall.

Then, the man in the black windbreaker imitated Verdu's actions, reached out and grasped the handle, and twisted it downwards.

Then he pushed the wooden door forward, letting it swing back against the wall.

Almost at the same time, he saw a grayish-white fog, and the streets and houses looming in the light fog.

Among the houses, the most prominent and clear one is the Bansy Port Telegraph Office, while the others are more or less blurry.

At this time, the calm voice in the telegraph office asked through the door:

"Who are you?"

"I am Herman Sparrow," the young man in a half-high silk hat replied in the same intermittent voice.

Inside the Bansy Harbor Telegraph Office, it suddenly became quiet, as if someone was walking silently towards the door.

At this moment, Gehrman Sparrow turned his head and looked to the other side.

Deep in the shadowy street, a figure walked over. He was wearing a straw hat and a towel around his neck. He was bending over and pulling something.

As the figure approached, the outline of the objects behind him gradually became clear.

It was a small black car with two wheels and a roof to protect it from the sun and rain.

Sitting in the car was a lady holding a round fan with flowers and birds painted on it and wearing a waist-length skirt.

She and the rickshaw puller were obscured by the relatively thicker fog, making it impossible to see their specific appearance clearly.

When they passed in front of Gehrman Sparrow, the latter could barely see a few details through the mist.

The face of the man bent over pulling the cart was rotten to the bone, and was oozing with yellowish pus; the woman's skin, which was not covered by the flower and bird fan, clothes and jewelry, was swollen to a shiny state and covered with numerous blue-black spots.

With a ding, a bell rang, and a blue train with only two carriages rushed out in front of Gehrman Sparrow.

It was not until this time that Gehrman Sparrow discovered that the street was paved with black iron tracks, with long lines corresponding to them.

A slightly complicated metal bracket extended from the top of the train's front, sliding over the long wires.

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

They were all facing the street, but only their heads were left, each with a bloody spine.

Gehrman Sparrow's pupils slightly dilated as he watched the scene quietly without moving for a long time.

Nearly a minute passed before he took a step forward, trying to enter the blurry street shrouded in gray fog.

However, the fog blocked his way and no matter what he did, he could not get through it.

A quarter of an hour later, Gehrman Sparrow stopped trying, closed the wooden door, and cleared the fog. Then, he dragged the wooden door and "teleported" directly to the pirate ship without worrying about being cursed.

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

Suddenly, there was a cracking sound from Gehrman Sparrow's neck. His head seemed to be lifted up by invisible hands, and his bloody spine was dragged out.

Gehrman Sparrow's expression did not change. He raised his right hand indifferently and pressed it hard on the top of his head, pressing his head back to its original position.

Then, as if unaffected, he turned the handle and pushed open the wooden door once again, letting it lean against the side of the ship.

But this time, there was no gray fog, nor were there any shadowy streets, houses, or trains. It could be said that there was nothing unusual.

The next second, the wooden door rotted rapidly and turned into a pool of mud, as if trying to escape the fate of being experimented on.

Gehrman Sparrow did not stop him. He took out a gold ring inlaid with a ruby ​​from the air and wore it for nearly ten seconds.

After making the ring disappear, Gehrman Sparrow stretched out his right hand, dragged out the ordinary wooden door from the void, and continued to make various attempts.

After confirming that the wooden door would lose its effect once it left Bansi, Gehrman Sparrow swung it away and made it disappear in mid-air.

Two hours later, the dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, and the storm that had been brewing for a long time did not come.

When the pirate ship was far away from Bansi Port, Verdu, who had recovered from his injuries, took a bottle of potion to put himself to sleep quickly in order to adjust his mental state.

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

Suddenly, Verdu heard a series of intermittent voices coming from the depths of the wilderness:

"Great, God of War...

"A symbol of iron and blood...

"Unrest, peace, conflict, domination..."

This speech was repeated over and over again, but it did not disturb Verdu and make him wake up from his dream.

After an unknown amount of 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 and found that he didn't need the help of the "Astrologer" ability to recall the three-part honorific name he heard in his dream.

And his fairly extensive knowledge of mysticism told him that this pointed to a hidden existence at the level of a god.

Was it caused by the incomplete symbols and emblems around the altar, or by the street in the gray mist that I saw? Verdu frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

He did not rashly try to chant the name because he knew how quickly and miserably people who did similar things died.

The God of War... Verdu vaguely remembered that he had seen this name of God in a certain book of his family, and decided to do some research before considering how to deal with it later.

…………

Bansi Port, on the collapsed mountain by the sea.

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

The figure was wearing black blood-stained armor, had half-long fiery red hair, and was young and handsome.

There was a bloody mark like a flag between his eyebrows, and traces of decay were faintly visible on his face. He was the evil spirit "Red Angel" Sauron Einhorn Medici.

"If it weren't for the fact that He had the characteristics of 'Source Castle' and 'Secret Servant', which allowed Him to let the Secret Dolls run around the world without considering the distance limit, I wouldn't have to be so roundabout." The evil spirit of the "Red Angel" clicked his tongue, not knowing who he was talking to.

A crow landed in mid-air and landed on top of a huge rock.

There was a white ring around its right eye, and a human voice came out of its mouth:

"You actually used Him instead of him. This is not like your style."

The "Red Angel" evil spirit laughed:

“Because He wants others to call Him, not Him.”

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

"You're cuter like this than in your true form, aren't you, little crow?"

The crow with white eyes responded without any anger:

"Your taunts are like you, still living in the last era."

The "Red Angel" evil spirit smiled and said:

"Things are going quite smoothly, and we have concealed it from Him. However, I think that even if He finds out, He will pretend not to see it. If you want to become the old days, the 'Gate' must return. The hypocritical Him may still be hesitating whether to do it, because this carelessness will bring about a huge disaster. Haha, I like disasters.

"Little Crow, when will you pay me? Without sufficient strength, I can't convince that brainless person from the Abraham family."

"When he prays to you," said the crow with white eyes, "if you are worried that this state cannot be maintained for too long, I can parasitize a 'Time Worm' into your body to help you maintain it. No need to thank me.

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

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

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