BXBX NOVEL Chapter 155: City of Disaster
Chapter 155: City of Disaster
Truman looked up and saw thick black clouds, strong winds blowing, and the trees were swaying.
"This weather is obviously not normal!"
In mysticism, the law of aggregation of extraordinary characteristics is very unreasonable, and many coincidences can be explained by this law.
Whether it is the "Red Priest" path or the thing Truman is thinking about, they all have instinctive control over the weather, mostly related to bad weather.
The "Red Priest" path represents war and disputes, but it is adjacent to the "Witch" path, and naturally has abilities similar to "natural disasters", which are specifically manifested in controlling the weather. The second sequence is called "Weather Warlock".
"Medici!" Truman contacted Medici through the message stream, but he did not receive a reply after a long time.
"So fast?" Things seemed a bit unexpected.
Truman walked to the door of the Medici family and pressed his hand on the door.
At this moment, he interacted with the information inside the door, and everything behind the door was in full view.
This is a more convenient way than seeing with the naked eye, and all the information is in your own hands.
And inside the gate were headless corpses.
Many Binxi residents are here.
Their heads were cut off at the neck level, and the ends were smooth, with some blood constantly coming out of them, like criminals who had just been executed.
These headless corpses were displayed inside the door like an army, trying to invade the Medici family's children inside.
That was a group of qualified Beyonders fighting against this mutation.
"So where did they go?" Truman just glanced at it and came to an inconspicuous room.
Truman pressed his hand on the door again, but this time, some kind of terrifying feeling made the information flow that made up Truman's body tremble!
The uniqueness of the "Hermit" and the characteristics of the "Emperor of Knowledge" are trembling in that atmosphere, and the things inside are naturally not simple. 1.
"City of Disaster?" Truman sighed. "City of Disaster" was one of the few sources that he could not restrict.
He had already determined this when he found the traces left by Him in the gray fog.
The concept of "weakness" has undergone a terrifying qualitative change in the old level, from grasping the opponent's "weakness" to creating "weakness" out of thin air.
Even if the "Lord of Mysteries" does not weaken the seal, this source of essence will definitely penetrate.
And Truman's behavior of strengthening the seal has limited effect on the "City of Disaster".
"Medici?" Truman knocked on the door gently.
"Truman?" Medici's slightly weak voice sounded.
At this moment, the information between Truman and Medici converged. Truman pointed slightly, and the door began to become illusory, allowing him to see the scene inside.
Gray-white mist filled the entire space. It was no longer a room, but more like another world behind the door.
And Truman also saw Medici.
At this time, He was wearing blood-stained black armor, with blood stains on his handsome face, but His eyes were still firm.
Truman's eyes fell on Medici's eyebrows, where there was a flag-like mark.
This inevitably reminds Truman of the blue-black light door that appeared between the eyebrows of the "Lord of Mysteries" when he woke up.
"Hey, a distinguished guest is here." Medici seemed to have also seen Truman and greeted him in his usual tone.
"Tsk, I don't think you're good at it. Are you defeated like this? Even your characteristics will be taken away." Truman had no intention of entering this world, so he stood outside the door and watched.
If Medici really loses, he may end up like the original "Hidden Sage".
"Humph, it's just some source of breath, and you want to kill me?" Medici snorted coldly, pulled out an iron-blooded sword from his body, and rushed directly into the thick fog.
And as He entered, the thick fog also rioted, as if something was about to break out of the thick fog.
"Roar!" It was like an army was roaring, morale was high, and spiritual will reached its peak, and these wills turned into real power, blessing Medici.
Medici also slashed out a sword at this time.
"massacre"!
A round of blood-red sword light briefly cut through the thick fog, revealing the horrific scene inside.
It was an ancient tower with an oriental charm composed of countless heads.
Each head looked like it was in the most painful state before death. The flesh and blood on the face had begun to rot, and yellow pus dripped from it.
What connects these heads is a series of flesh and blood pipes, which are human esophagus. The head was pulled out, and then came here to be intertwined with other heads, forming a building like this...
"Jingguan." This is the word Truman found from his memory.
And it itself also represents military merit, showing off achievements, etc.
Medici's "massacre" was carried out on the bone tower.
But the ancient pagoda itself is like a crazy monster composed of countless heads. All the heads open their mouths and howl, with a terrifying sound sweeping everything.
At this time, natural disasters of destruction came, including earthquakes, meteorites, wind and snow, and other natural disasters that hit Medici.
Similarly, these attacks also have effects such as "harvest" and "massacre", making Medici dangerous.
During this process, the flag mark between Medici's eyebrows slowly glowed, and the erosion became more serious.
"I can solve it!" Medici shouted softly, full of arrogance, refusing Truman's offer of help.
"You can solve it, but the tribesmen outside you will die if they wait any longer." Those Medicis who have been able to persist under the pollution of the source of matter until now are already good enough, but there is an insurmountable gap between the two.
Truman's body turned into a flow of information and passed through the door, entering the world formed by the erosion of the source.
"..." Medici wanted to push back, but in the end he didn't speak.
After establishing a family, his character as a born mythical creature changed somewhat, and he developed the concept of family and clansmen.
This is a good thing. At the very least, Medici's condition over the years is much better than if he had not left behind the family Ourolius.
"Hmph!" Medici could only snort coldly, "I owe you this time."
Medici attacked the bone tower again. Truman snapped his fingers, and a torrent of information falling from an infinite height instantly covered the bone tower!
At the same time, Truman's eyes became as clear as amethyst. His gaze fell on the bone tower, and what stood out was an unscrupulous figure.
Ordinary "Peepers" would be tainted even if they looked at the mythical form, but here, he has perfectly displayed the characteristics of the "Peeper".
Ha, can your "city of disaster" still pollute me?