Lord of the Mysteries

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.

the clearest, most eye-catching one was the Bansy Harbor Telegraph Office. The

calm voice in the telegraph office asked through the door,

Gehrman… Sparrow,” the young man in a half top hat replied

Bansy Harbor Telegraph Office suddenly fell silent as though someone was

moment, Gehrman Sparrow turned his head to

deep end of the street, a figure walked over. He was wearing a straw hat and had a towel around his neck. He was

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

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

lady wearing a

fog, making it difficult for anyone

barely managed

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

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

realized that there was an iron-black track on the ground. Above him were

train carriage, there was a rather complicated

the glass window of the train, Gehrman

the streets, but only their heads remained. Each

as he silently watched this scene without moving for a

nearly a minute, he took a step forward in an attempt to enter the blurry street beneath the

No matter what method he

closed the wooden door, eliminating the fog. Then, he dragged the wooden door and

and reached out his left hand

seemed to be raised

he coldly raised his right hand and pressed it above his head, pressing

the wooden door open again, allowing

this time, there was no grayish-white fog to be seen, nor were there any visible streets, houses, or trains. It

decayed, turning into a pile of mud, as if it was

a golden ring embedded with a ruby and wore it for nearly ten

his right hand and pulled

once it left Bansy, Gehrman Sparrow casually waved his hand,

gradually dissipated. The storm that had been brewing for a long time

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

world, he ran in a desolate moor, looking for something

heard a faint voice coming from

great… God

symbol… of… iron… and…

of… chaos… and…

sentence repeated over and over again, but it didn’t

woke up and opened his

the morning sun shone into the cabin