Chapter 877 The Sunken City (3)

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Many people in the world are troubled by choices.

But they don't know that the greatest happiness is when you have the power to choose.

Losing the power of choice means that you can only go to that established route, whether it is happiness or pain.

Now there was only one way left in front of Namor.

Unfortunately, he has no choice. If he wants to save Atlantis, he can only go deep into this twisted underworld city.

Although the intuition hidden deep in his brain has issued hysterical warnings, the biological instinct is always driving his body to stay away from this twisted and ominous netherworld city.

"Breathe...breathe..."

Namor repeatedly took deep breaths to calm himself down, then held the Poseidon Trident tightly and said to himself: "There is no retreat and no time, no matter what is inside, I will save Atlantis! "

However, when he finally got rid of his fear and turned around to see the man's condition, he found... he was gone!

“Thank you so much?!!!”

Namor let out a curse, eyes widening in search of the missing man.

As a result, he saw a scene that drove him crazy. At some point, the man had reached the edge of the city. As if he was in a daze, he slowly walked into the twisted city.

The huge stone steps covered with green moss look like a monster's tongue sticking out, and the man seems to be walking into the beast's mouth.

"Damn it, I didn't notice it!"

Namor cursed secretly in his heart and shouted: "Come back quickly, don't go in alone!"

But unfortunately, the man seemed not to hear his call and walked straight into the twisted city, his back gradually disappearing from sight.

"Farke! Farke! Farke!"

Namor punched the rock wall angrily, gritting his teeth and saying, "If I had known, I shouldn't have believed this bastard!"

From the beginning to the end, it didn't help at all. Instead, it continued to hold them back, and it almost killed them in the front.

But out of anger, Namor still jumped from the high rock wall.

When stepping on the land of this city, the green moss that grew wantonly brought a strange slippery touch, which made Namor couldn't help but frown, with a trace of disgust and disgust in his eyes.

"Damn it, hasn't this place been cleaned for thousands of years?" Namor used his trident to scrape off a piece of moss. When he saw that green mucus was still dripping on it, his stomach suddenly turned upside down, and he threw it away in disgust, cursing. road.

After close contact, the twisted architectural structure, full of ominous and crazy atmosphere, made Namor feel physically uncomfortable.

Resisting both physical and mental discomfort, Namor walked up the huge stone steps.

The huge stone steps were obviously not meant for people to climb. Each step had a drop of about ten meters, which was equivalent to the height of several floors of buildings. It was hard for him to imagine what kind of huge creature would use such a huge step. .

Namor kept kicking and jumping, and soon reached the end of the stone steps.

Spiked stone pillars on both sides intersected to form an arch-like structure. The wide and huge road extended into the city. Twisted buildings stood on both sides of the road. Moss, moss and vines grew wantonly, exuding a disgusting smell. Green slime.

The stones piled up on the road seemed smooth at first, but when he looked more carefully, he found that they seemed to be uneven.

The strange and unpredictable edges of the stone seemed to affect human vision. After looking at it for a long time, Namor's stomach turned. He felt inexplicably irritable and had to force his eyes away to observe other things.

A green stone monument stands directly under the arch.

Namor saw no sign of the man. However, there were sunken footprints on the moss next to the stone monument, which extended into the depths of the city. It was obvious that he had already entered.

"Has he seen this stone monument?" Namor found that the footprints under the stone monument were very messy, and it seemed that he had stopped for a while.

So without thinking, he walked directly to the bottom of the stone tablet, raised his head and observed it carefully.

There is a relief painting on the stele, but the strange thing is that the technique and style are very unique and do not follow any sculpture school.

On the dozens of meters square stone tablet covered with moss and moss, a hideous-looking crouching monster was clearly visible.

When he first saw the stone tablet, Namor thought it was some kind of X-sect totem. After all, this situation was not uncommon. However, after he took a closer look, he found that the relief of this stone tablet was different.

The overall techniques used in it are extremely abstract and magical.

It can even be said that it combines reality and fantasy in an almost magical way.

Using extremely morbid and crazy talents, he stitched together the squirming octopus brain with tentacles, the double-winged dragon covered with scales, and the swollen and twisted human limbs into such a terrifying monster.

The stone tablet not only depicts the posture of the monster, but also seems to contain some kind of information.

Wave-like twisting lines hover at the monster's feet, like whirlpools and waves rolled up by the sea. Directly above the monster, minimalist lines are used to depict star patterns, and thorn-like thorns surround the monster. The objects and stone pillars also look like a simplified version of the city in front of them.

"This... seems to be a prophecy." Namor frowned.

He had seen similar style narrative reliefs in the Great Temple of Atlantis, and they all seemed to hint at something that would happen in the future.

"And this ancient writing..."

Namor subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch the stone tablet, and felt a smooth and cold touch, like the mucus on the surface of a moray eel. The disgusting feeling made him subconsciously withdraw his hand, and suddenly shuddered.

Just from the incomplete writing and the style of this ancient city, he couldn't guess the approximate age.

Six thousand years? Seven thousand years? Or...10,000 years ago?

No...perhaps even earlier. It is simply countless times older than the Great Temple of Atlantis.

Namor's pupils shrank suddenly. He saw traces of what appeared to be the Cambrian period on the stone stele covered with moss and moss. They were fossils of the Ediacaran biota, which were at least hundreds of millions of years old.

The age of this undersea city may be earlier than the birth of human beings.

"Gudong..."

Namor swallowed, and he was being watched.

So he cautiously raised his head and cast his sights on this city, which was full of distortion and madness.

In the deepest part of the city, filled with thick green fog and twisted thorns, there seemed to be a pair of disgusting huge eyes, silently watching them, this uninvited guest who broke into the city.

There was a sudden noise in his ears, which made Namor have a splitting headache. He couldn't help but kneel on the ground, and clasped his hands into the roots of his hair. The veins on his forehead popped out, his pupils were filled with bloodshot eyes, and his lips were uncontrollable. The content of that ancient text is revealed:

"Sugru, Magnafor, Cthulhu, R'lyeh, Unganagol, Futan."

After reciting it three times in a row, Namor's eyes were blurred. The content of this prayer was clearly imprinted in his mind, and he automatically translated it into human words: "In his palace R'lyeh, Lord Cthulhu sleeps. You are in a dream."

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