In the heavy rain, "The Hanged Man" Alger completed his prayer.
His body straightened involuntarily and his head lifted.
The "Tyrant" card in his hand suddenly thickened and brightened, as if forming a book composed of light.
The books flipped quickly, showing a different appearance of Roselle the Great, sometimes dressed as a sailor, sometimes wearing a nautical hat, and sometimes singing in the waves......
The picture was finally fixed on the appearance of the emperor wearing a triple crown and the papal vestments.
"He" sympathized with the dim sky, attracting a huge lightning bolt that pierced the clouds.
Boom!
In the thunder brought by lightning, the illusory figure of Emperor Rosell overlapped with the "hanged man" Alger.
His temperament suddenly became extremely majestic, and the undulating Serenzo River around the "Blue Avenger" instantly calmed down, like a windless lake.
Alger, the "hanged man" who "wore" the triple crown and "put on" the pope's vestments, appeared in his hand a silver-white staff purely made of lightning.
He took a step and reached the high altitude under the wind.
Boom!
Thunder rumbled above Trier, and the visible hurricane swept through countless dark clouds to form a huge, dark, terrifying vortex.
Inside the whirlpool, dense lightning of various colors was either intertwined or stretched out with teeth and claws, surrounding the blazing sun in the west.
Wow!
The rain was like an unscrewed faucet, pouring exaggerated into every corner of Trier, splashing a mist that covered everything.
In the blink of an eye, the ground illuminated by sunlight and lightning at the same time had a layer of water.
The citizens who had just been awakened looked at such a scene, looking at the dark background that neither the blazing sun nor the snake-like lightning could dispel, and suddenly felt that the end was coming.
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In the deep darkness corresponding to the Breeze Ballroom, Lumian, a giant with two more illusory heads and four exaggerated arms and a body more than ten meters high, saw the mysterious door that was pressed down by him slowly open backwards amidst the heavy friction sound, gradually opening a gap, and there was a faint invisible flame burning in the gap.
This time, less than a tenth of the nearby spiritual light points remained, and all kinds of occult symbols and connections were either lost or weakened to the extreme.
The iron-black gate, stained with blood and red rust, finally broke free from its restraints, making the gap obvious unstoppably.
Before the torrential rain and lightning fought against the sun, the invisible flames burning behind the door retreated to the sides without making any sound, revealing a road with no support in sight and no end.
Lumian, who was holding on to Jana, fell uncontrollably into the door under the horror attraction.
The light on his left chest lit up, and the entire "hostel" and the other twelve "rooms" had to pass through this mysterious door.
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A real market area, the second floor of the Breeze Ballroom.
When the top and bottom began to flip, the real and the illusory were reversed, Gardner. Martin, "Supervisor" Olsen, did not follow the ordinary citizens and the members of the "Iron Cross" who set fires in places like Lister Pier and briefly became a member of the world in the picture.
They stayed on the ground, next to the deep darkness that represented the Breeze Ballroom, because behind each of them, there was an additional figure at some point.
Behind "Supervisor" Olsen stood a man in formal attire but without a bow tie, he looked in his thirties or forties, with a very tall nose, sunken eyes, light blue eyes, slightly curled brown hair, unusually rigid contours, and unabashedly contemptuous and arrogant eyes.
Gardner. Behind Martin was an old man with dark red hair neatly combed back, wearing a blue military uniform, with ribbons and medals.
The old man had obvious wrinkles on his face, but his dark eyes were extremely sharp, and wherever his eyes went, it seemed to be able to destroy houses and lift up the ground.
They are the presidents and most powerful vice presidents of the "Iron Cross", and it is under their patronage that Gardner. Martin and Olsen were not affected by the rituals of the evil god believers and were turned into the world of the painting.
As for the other high-ranking officials of the "Iron Cross", they are causing chaos in different parts of Trier and distracting the power of the official extraordinaires.
After seeing the dark depths of the Breeze Ballroom twisting into a blood-stained iron black door, these four members of the "Iron Blood Cross" seemed to have rehearsed many times and walked in without the slightest hesitation.
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Red Swanstein Castle, the hall in the deepest part of the underground labyrinth.
Count Puyver, barefoot and dressing in a dressing gown, had already arrived, staring at the rusty coffin made of bronze through the lit white candles.
The lid of the coffin had already slipped to the side, revealing the illusory purple fire that filled the inside.
These purple flames were being absorbed by the iron-black rings embedded in the ground held down by the bronze coffin, combined with the sticky blood and withered hearts in the middle of the rings.
This forms an entrance, a deep entrance stained with blood and rust.
Through this entrance, a high, bloody and crazy aura came from the corresponding underground.
Count Puiver was affected by the breath, and his body trembled uncontrollably, but his eyes were fanatical, without the slightest fear.
For the first time, he was so close to the spirit of his ancestors!
A twisted smile appeared on Puifer's face as he stepped forward, passing through the outer area of the candlelight and approaching the mutated bronze coffin.
In the entire world, except for the members of the Sauron family who were waiting for the right time in the Red Squaside Castle, and the mysterious leader of the "Secret Order", the long-fallen Emperor Roselle the Great, no one knew that the underground of the Red Swanstein Castle was another broken seal in Trier in the Fourth Age.
This was repaired that year, sealing the hearts of generations of important members of the Sauron family, but the problem was irreparable:
Fomunda, who once ruled the entire Sauron family. Champagne. Sauron went crazy and entered the upper level of Trier in the Fourth Age!
Since then, his madness lingers in the seal, and his roar of pain echoes from time to time, affecting everyone living in Red Swanstein Castle, affecting all of his bloodlines.
Now, it's time to put an end to this curse that has brought Sauron's family to decline and trapped Sauron in nightmares one after another!
With a strong sense of mission and great honor, Count Puiver held the belief that he would die, laughed wildly, pressed his hand to the edge of the bronze coffin, and lay down.
His figure suddenly fell into the deep mouth stained with blood and rust.
Count Puiver had just disappeared in a bronze coffin, wearing a beige hunting suit and a ponytail. Einhorn entered the hall.
She first glanced at the pile of white candles and bronze coffins, examined the changes in the lower seal, and then cut her fingers with her fingernails and dripped three drops of bright red blood on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, the girl lowered her head and recited solemnly:
"The embodiment of iron and blood, the symbol of the scourge of war, the priest in charge of the weather, the great Snarna. Einhorn ......"
After Eros had recited all the spells, the blood that had been dripping on the ground boiled.
They instantly grew, as if they had turned into a blood-colored lake, and then condensed into a figure covered in iron-black blood-stained armor.
This figure is more than 1.8 meters tall, with long crimson hair, wearing a pair of exaggerated gold earrings, and has neutral facial features, both handsome and beautiful.
His darkened brown eyes looked at Eros, nodded lightly and said:
"Well done, in the previous war, the family lost the most important thing, and we must seize every opportunity to seize any possible compensation for the loss, even if it is only part of it."
After saying that, Snarna. Einhorn's figure flashed and entered the deep entrance inside the bronze coffin.
Eros stared at this scene, her eyes flashing a few times.
She finally sighed and said:
"No matter what, the curse of the Sauron family will end with this......"
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3 White Coat Street, Apartment 601.
Franka was both surprised and worried and took out the white bone statue of the "Primordial Witch" and the ancient silver mirror from the ground.
She wasn't sure if the mutations in these two items were good or bad, and the only option was to put them farther away and decide what to do after observing the subsequent changes.
At this time, the classical silver mirror reflected the statue of the "Primordial Witch" that it had not illuminated at all, and the entire white coat street and the entire flipped area shook suddenly.
A dark light burst out of the mirror, and Franka and Anthony. Red was engulfed before he could use any of his abilities.
When the darkness receded, only coffee tables and sofas were left in Apartment 601.
Next to the mural depicting parts of the market area, behind the delighted "painter", an ancient silver mirror detaches from the world of the painting and falls lightly in the darkness brought by the shadows, falling deeper and deeper, and quickly disappearing.
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In the indescribable scorching heat and the feeling of the world spinning, Lumian and Jane fell on the ground paved with light black stone tiles.
The first thing that caught their eye was a magnificent city located in the distance, with very asymmetrical black buildings and brightly colored bright red houses.
The city was shrouded in a faint fog, looming in a vision that pirates and sailors occasionally encountered.
On the wilderness outside the city, dark clouds, lightning continued, thunder roared, heavy rain poured down, and a huge figure tens of meters high was surrounded by these natural phenomena, only vaguely visible, vaguely indistinguishable.
"He" wandered outside the city, wandering in smoke, flames, hail, lightning, torrential rains, and winds, as if never ceased.
This is the Trier of the Quaternary Age? Lumian had some guesses, but he wasn't sure, it was different from what he expected.
Jian Na subconsciously glanced sideways at him and found that he had returned to his original appearance, no longer extremely huge, no longer with three heads and six arms.
(End of this chapter)