Chapter 1273 Create your own future (9)
American Manga: The Beginning with a Zanpakutō Chapter 1,273: Create Your Own Future (9)
The City of Thousand Pillars, which was supposed to be in the Arabian Peninsula, actually appeared in Equatorial Guinea.
And in this weird way, it once again walked out of the fog of history and appeared in Lord's eyes.
Even the pickiest esthetician will be conquered by this majestic city, which combines ultra-modern art and a spatial structure that humans cannot understand. It is twisted and crazy, but at the same time it reveals a strange beauty.
Thousands of towering black spiers are dotted in the maze-like corridors.
Those mottled marks reveal a hint of the weight of time, giving people an intuitive sense of oppression.
The entire city was swallowed up by the huge cracks in the dark mountains, like prey swallowed by a giant snake, waiting to be melted by the acidic gastric juice, and then completely disappeared into the dust of past history.
If he had not come to Guinea today, he might never have seen such a spectacular scene.
"Things are getting more and more interesting..."
Lord took a deep breath and grinned: "If you are lucky enough to see the legendary city, it is a worthwhile trip."
After saying that, he no longer hesitated and walked straight to the entrance of Erem, the City of Thousand Pillars.
"Huh? Are you... disgusting with me?"
When he was in the air, it wasn't that strong, but the moment he set foot on this land, he noticed something was wrong.
An inexplicable chill spread to his limbs and bones, and at the same time, there was an undisguised, naked and huge malice that penetrated into his bones, as if the land was rejecting him.
"Hmph, little trick of the witherworm."
Lord sneered and continued to move forward regardless.
This little trick can scare ordinary people, but if you want to use it against him, it would be too much.
Huhuhu——
As it got closer, a bone-chilling wind blew from the rift valley.
There was a disgusting odor mixed in the wind, which smelled like some kind of rotten smell. It caused Lord to frown and thought that he was very unlucky. He was afraid that he would be pickled if he went back this time.
However, complaining is all about complaining, the road still has to be walked, and Erem still has to advance.
He could only hold back his resentment and walked into the huge rift valley of the mountain. The smell of decay became more intense and the air became more viscous. It was like walking in water, with a resistance hindering him. Keep moving forward.
As he trudged forward in the rift valley, he looked at the mountain walls on both sides.
The unknown black rock was covered with some unseen algae and ancient fossilized material similar to barnacles.
As a result, in the dim environment with dim light, the black mountain walls on both sides looked like there were countless black eyes, watching the outsiders who invaded this sanctuary in the darkness.
People with phobia of the dark and trypophobia will probably die on the spot if they come here.
Although Lord didn't have these two phobias, this kind of oxygen was thin and viscous, the light was extremely dim, the smell was extremely unpleasant, and there were such weird and shocking things, it was inevitable that he would feel a little uncomfortable.
With a secret sigh, Lord speeded up and crossed the black rift in an instant.
Erem, the City of Thousand Pillars, is right in front of you.
The huge cloister-like entrance is like the gate to the netherworld. Thick fog is filled from the inside out. It is the fog that covers the black color that originally emanates from here.
Lord paused for a moment and then walked into the thick fog.
In front of the huge cloister-style doorway, his sharp eyes saw something that seemed to be carved on the stone wall next to it.
When I took a closer look, I realized it was a sentence.
"It is not the dead who sleep eternally,
In the mysterious eternity,
Even death itself passes away.
―Abd Alhazraid”
"Crazy Arab poet...Abd Alhazraid?!" Lord knew this man.
It is said that he was an Arab scholar from the Omiya Dynasty around the seventh century. He wrote an extremely evil book "Al-Ajif" in Arabic. Because the content recorded was too crazy and evil, later people also regarded him as Al-Ajif. This book is called - "The Necronomicon"!
Those who come into contact with the Necronomicon usually end up unhappy.
Abdul Alhazled claimed to have seen Erem, and had recorded in the Book of the Dead about the legend of worshiping a certain three-pillar god, but later people could not find it, so they classified it. Called 'The Mad Poet'.
"No wonder he was not found in the Arabian Peninsula..."
Lord looked at the thousand-year-old text and sighed: "Because Erem is not in the Arabian Peninsula at all, but in Equatorial Guinea. It's just that for some special reason, he traveled to this place."
Abdul Alhazlaid left a message, which further confirmed his suspicion.
Deep in Erem, the City of Thousand Pillars, there must be hidden information about that space-time rift, and even traces of 'one of the three pillar gods'.
‘Those who want to go to the temple must complete the trial’
This sentence is engraved on the cloister-style entrance.
"Trial?"
Lord took a look at the maze-like corridor and roughly understood the so-called trial.
Probably just walking out of the maze, he might encounter some troubles along the way, and with the character of these evil gods, he could almost imagine that the maze would be full of traps.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
Lord raised his hand, made a shooting gesture, and grinned: "I'm not here to participate in the trial, I'm here to cause trouble!"
As his words fell, a javelin as huge as a spear of light suddenly erupted from his fingertips.
The target...Erem, the city of a thousand pillars, the black spiers at the end of the line of sight.
Two points and one line - everything is connected!
boom--!
Amid the deafening roar, boiling and exploding spiritual pressure roared.
A blue spear of light pierced the air, and with overwhelming power, Uu Kanshu forcibly carved out a road dozens of feet wide and thousands of meters long to the center of this ancient cloister city.
If any historian were here and saw this scene, they would probably have a heart attack from anger.
This is a building complex with a history of tens of thousands of years and a super ancient glorious civilization, but now it was burned down with one blow.
But unfortunately, Lord has no such idea at all. In his opinion, this damn civilization should be destroyed if it can destroy one, so as not to leave the remaining ones to harm others.
"Ah... I feel much happier, and the air seems to be getting better."
Lord followed the dug road and passed directly through the cloister complex in an instant.
The towering black spiers around him were wailing and whispering wildly at this moment, as if they were angry and loudly reprimanding him for his blasphemy against God.
Lord paused, glanced at the spiers, and said coldly: "Naochao, please be quiet, or I will tear you down!"
Unexpectedly, his threatening words caused the voices of those spires to suddenly stop.
For a moment, the whole city was silent, and you could hear a needle drop, which made it even more weird.
At this moment, a tall werewolf walked out of a black spire and came directly to Lord.
"Welcome to Erem, the City of Thousand Pillars, Mr. Lord."
Unlike other werewolves who were violent, this werewolf was very calm. He bowed deeply, like the standard aristocratic etiquette, and said in a hoarse voice: "Please allow me to introduce myself to you. My name is Yugashi. Ancestor of the ghouls.”
+ Bookmark +