"Fuck, what...what is going on?"
Weinerson looked around in shock and found that he was lying in an ancient ruins, with the gray-white seawater crawling under him!
The ruins are filled with heavy, damaged boulders, but you can vaguely see things that go against common sense among them.
For example, there are decorative items floating in mid-air, doors that invert the visual sense, and copper windows with bars that are twisted to the extreme. These almost break through the limits of geometry, architecture, and even three-dimensional stereology, causing people to feel a strong sense of discomfort.
The gray-white sea water flows quietly, with bright lights dotting the left and right. They are large or small, some are hidden in the depths, and some are floating on the surface. But the magic is that the light spots do not rise with the waves. ripples and swaying.
Looking at this nightmare-like scene, Weinerson stood up and walked to the nearest boulder. He stretched out his left hand half in confusion and half exploration, trying to find a way to leave.
Just as he stretched out his arm, the bronze ring on his index finger suddenly flickered, projecting a strong crimson light that was like a red flame and instantly engulfed the entire ruins.
Weinerson was startled by this unexpected situation. He hurriedly retracted his left hand, and at the same time, the waves suddenly rolled.
In an instant, the ruins, boulders and other things quickly disappeared, and huge bronze stone pillars towering into the clouds emerged from the gray water, with dizzying carvings engraved on them, as well as a dome supporting the boundless starry sky at the top.
This palace looks very majestic and majestic, just like the royal palace where the legendary giants live. Human beings cannot compare with it because it looks too small, as small as dust.
"God...miracle?"
Weinerson looked at the rapidly changing ancient palace with dull eyes, and suddenly felt a subtle feeling in his heart.
The deep red light projected by the ring made the whole palace come alive, and I somehow established a controlling connection with this mysterious space. It felt like I was back at the door of my own home, taking out the key and opening it. The door is the same!
In order to verify whether his conjecture was correct, Weinerson tentatively raised his left hand. With a gentle wave of his wrist, ripples appeared in the gray sea water under his feet, and the ancient stone pillar standing on one of them quickly deformed and twisted, turning into a Zhang opened the bronze throne with gorgeous patterns engraved on it. The next second, his figure appeared illusoryly on the bronze throne.
The huge pillars support the dome of the galaxy, the gray seawater squirms under the feet, and the surrounding stars flicker quietly. This picture outlines a wonderful feeling that does not correspond to reality.
Is this my golden finger?
It's really magical...
Weinerson stretched out his right hand and gently touched the edge of the bronze throne. The cold touch spread throughout his fingertips.
"My respected, great master, are you back?"
There was a slight vibration in the ancient palace, and such a sentence suddenly appeared in Weinerson's mind. The machine was cold and emotionless, but a humble attitude could be felt from the words.
"Who are you?" Wernerson asked as if surprised and curious.
"I am your most loyal servant, Grot of the Deep Diving Abyss, respected master!" The cold voice continued.
"you know me?"
"Great Master, you are the mysterious will above the taboo! The absolute master of R'lyeh City..."
At this moment, a clicking sound like glass breaking reached his ears inexplicably.
Click...click...
The sound became louder and denser. Weinerson's head was empty and his energy was scattered. He felt that the invisible connection between himself and the ancient palace and the gray-white water began to shake.
In less than a second, this connection was completely severed, and Weinerson felt that he was rapidly becoming heavier and sinking. First, his eyes blurred, and he stood up suddenly, and then he saw a veil-like crimson.
Still in the apartment room, still lying on the wooden bed, even his posture has not changed.
"It's like a dream... And what the hell is Gotero? He seems to say that I am the absolute master of R'lyeh City?"
Weinerson sat up, lowered his head and sighed, looking at the bronze ring on his finger with confusion.
The first rule of survival in another world is that you cannot touch anything, including things that you think are inconspicuous.
Humph, I only touched it twice and almost had a big problem.
Fortunately, this is a world with gods and extraordinary realms. If you were to experience such a magical thing on earth, you would probably be scared to death on the spot.
Just as his thoughts were flickering, there was a whoosh, and the dark wind in the corridor outside the door blew again, hitting the wooden door hard!
Looking at the crimson shining in the tranquility, Weinerson frowned. Having just experienced a strange incident, he instinctively felt that something was not right in the corridor outside.
With a sudden inspiration, Weinerson quickly walked to the log-colored desk and opened the drawer on the right side of the desk. Inside, there was a silver-white revolver quietly placed, as well as several yellow bullets scattered around the gun body. This is one of Jason's legacy.
After picking up the revolver and loading the bullet skillfully, Weinerson carefully moved to the door and listened to the sounds outside the door.
Boom!
Boom!
Suddenly there was a rapid and powerful knock on the door.
Weinerson stood up straight, and then asked cautiously: "Who, who is outside the door?"
There was silence outside the door for two seconds, and a magnetic voice came from outside the door.
"Over-the-Rhine, Shipley Police Department, I'm Hollington!"
"police?"
As the name Hollington came out, Weinerson immediately thought of its corresponding owner, who was the policeman responsible for handling the "mysterious gathering" three days ago and one of Faslanka's famous bounty hunters.
In Ghent and Faslanca, there are not many police officers. On the one hand, this is because the police system was established relatively late. It was not popularized until about forty years ago. It used to be called Sheriff. On the other hand, the police salary is low. Unfortunately, they need a side job to support their family's daily expenses.
"Okay, I'll come right away!"
Weenerson responded loudly as he stuffed the pistol into his coat pocket, then picked up the small basket of coal and shook a few pieces into the fireplace to let the fire warm it up.
After doing all this quickly, he arranged his clothes and quickly opened the door.
Standing outside the door was Hollington, wearing a police uniform, a bonnet with a badge, and a mustache.
"Sorry, I was reading a book just now."
"Two senior police officers are looking for you." Hollington responded in a low voice.
The corridor was quiet for two seconds, and then two figures walked out of the darkness.
The leader is a middle-aged man wearing a black stand-up collar windbreaker, a black police officer's hat, and a bright badge on his chest. He has a handsome appearance, a straight nose, and a very eye-catching height. He is as tall as six feet, so he looks very handsome. Going up there gives people an indescribable sense of oppression.
Next to the middle-aged man, there was a young police officer with silver hair, lazy eyes, slender cheeks and a bookish air. He was holding a copper lantern in his left hand and a piece of yellowed sketch paper in his right hand.
police officer?
No, not an ordinary police officer!
Weinerson looked at the badges on their chests almost as a reflex.
It was a completely black coat of arms with a six-pointed star and mysterious spell symbols engraved on it. In the center was a dark red cross inlaid with a symbol of authority.
Dark red cross?
Weinerson frowned slightly. As the son of a great archaeologist, the original owner had read many ancient documents and classics. The description of the dark red cross badge undoubtedly pointed to the Sleeping and Crimson God, which was from the Honavitch Church. The symbol is also the logo of the official action organization "Night Watch".
