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.

clearest, most eye-catching one was the Bansy

calm voice in the telegraph office asked

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

of Bansy Harbor Telegraph Office suddenly fell silent as though someone was walking silently

moment, Gehrman Sparrow turned his head

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

of the

wheels. It had a roof that could block the scorching

vehicle sat a lady wearing a waist-length dress with an embroidered

driver were concealed by thick fog, making it difficult for anyone to see their exact

he barely managed to see

wasn’t covered by the fan and clothes, her skin was swollen with a glisten amidst many

blue train with

that there was an iron-black track on the

a rather complicated metal frame that slid

glass window of the train, Gehrman Sparrow saw the

their heads remained. Each head

dilated as he silently watched

step forward in an attempt to enter the blurry street beneath the

what

dragged the wooden door and “Teleported” directly to

the wooden door on the deck and reached out his left hand again to grab the

Gehrman Sparrow’s neck. His head seemed to be raised by an invisible hand as it dragged out

change as he coldly raised his right hand and pressed it above his head, pressing his head back to its original

as though unaffected and pushed the wooden

seen, nor were there any visible streets,

wooden door rapidly decayed, turning into a pile of mud, as if it

it. He took out a golden ring embedded with a ruby and wore

with his right hand and pulled out the same ordinary wooden door from the void

would lose its effects once it left

storm that

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

ran in a desolate moor, looking for something frantically,

faint voice coming from

God

symbol… of… iron… and…

of… chaos… and…

over and over again, but it didn’t alarm Verdu

time, Verdu woke up and opened his

the cabin outside the