Chapter 475 Weather Amid the heavy rain, the "Hanged Man" Alger finished his prayer. His body straightened involuntarily and his head rose. The "Tyrant" card in his hand suddenly became thicker and brighter, as if it had formed a book of light. The book flipped quickly, showing different appearances of Emperor Roselle. Sometimes he was dressed as a sailor, sometimes he wore a sailor's hat, and sometimes he raised his head and sang in the waves... The picture finally freezes on the great emperor wearing a triple crown and a papal vestment. "He" interacted with the dark sky, causing a huge lightning bolt to pierce the clouds. Rumble! Amid the thunder brought by the lightning, the illusory figure of Emperor Roselle and the Hanged Man Alger overlapped. His temperament suddenly became extremely majestic, and the Serenzo River that was surging around the "Blue Avenger" instantly calmed down, like a windless lake. Wearing the triple crown and the papal vestments, the "Hanged Man" Alger had a silver-white staff made of pure lightning in his hand. He took a step forward and reached high into the sky, embraced by the wind.
Rumble! Thunder roared above Trier, and a hurricane visible to the naked eye rolled up countless dark clouds to form a huge, dark, and terrifying vortex. Inside the vortex, dense lightning bolts of various colors either intertwined with each other or stretched themselves out in a ferocious manner, surrounding the scorching sun located to the west. Wow! The rain poured down like a faucet, exaggeratingly into every corner of Trier, splashing up mist that covered everything. In just a blink of an eye, a layer of water accumulated on the ground illuminated by both sunlight and lightning. The citizens who had just been awakened by the light looked at this scene, at the dark background that could not be dispelled by the scorching sun and the snake-like lightning, and they felt that doomsday was approaching. ………… In the deep darkness corresponding to the Breeze Ballroom, Lumian, a giant with two illusory heads, four exaggerated arms and a body more than ten meters tall, saw the mysterious door that he had pressed down slowly opening backwards with a heavy friction sound, gradually cracking into a gap, and there was a faint invisible flame burning in the gap. This time, there were less than one-tenth of the spiritual light spots in the vicinity, and all the mystical symbols and connections either disappeared or were weakened to the extreme. The iron-black door stained with blood and red rust finally broke free from its restraints, and the gap became obvious uncontrollably. Before the rainstorm and lightning confronted the sun, the invisible flame burning behind the door retreated to both sides without making any sound, revealing a road with no support and no end. Lumian, holding onto Janna, fell uncontrollably into the door under the horrific attraction. His left chest lit up, and the entire "hostel" and the other twelve "rooms" also had to pass through this mysterious double door. ………… The real market area, second floor of Breeze Ballroom. When up and down began to turn over and reality and illusion were reversed, Gardner Martin and "Supervisor" Olson did not follow the ordinary citizens and members of the "Iron Cross" who set fire to places like Lister Wharf to briefly become part of the world in the painting. They stayed on the ground, next to the deep darkness that represented the Breeze Ballroom, because behind each of them, a figure appeared without them noticing. Behind "Supervisor" Olsen stood a man in a suit but without a tie. He looked to be in his thirties or forties, with a very high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, light blue pupils, slightly curly brown hair, and unusually rigid facial features. His eyes showed his contempt and arrogance without any concealment. Behind Gardner Martin was an old man with dark red hair neatly combed back, wearing a blue military uniform with a ribbon and medals. There were obvious wrinkles on the old man's face, but his dark eyes were extremely sharp, and wherever his gaze went, it seemed as if it could destroy the house and lift up the ground.
They are the president and the most powerful vice president of the "Iron Cross". It is under their protection that Gardner Martin and Olsen were not affected by the rituals of the evil god believers and were turned into the world in the painting. As for other high-ranking members of the Iron Cross, they were creating chaos in different places in Trier and dispersing the power of the official Beyonders. After seeing the dark depths of the Breeze Ballroom twisting to form a pair of blood-stained iron-black doors, the four members of the "Iron Cross" walked in without hesitation, as if they had practiced this many times. ………… Red Swan Castle, the hall at the deepest part of the underground maze. Count Puyver, barefoot and wearing a nightgown, had already arrived here. He was gazing at the rusty bronze coffin through the lit white candles. The lid of the coffin had slid to the side, revealing the illusory purple fire that filled the interior. These purple flames were being absorbed by the iron-black ring embedded in the ground, which was pressed down by the bronze coffin, and combined with the sticky blood and withered hearts in the middle of the ring. This formed an entrance, a deep entrance stained with blood and rust. Through this entrance, a superior, bloody and crazy aura emanated from the underground. Count Puyver's body trembled uncontrollably due to the influence of the aura, but his eyes were fanatical and there was no fear at all. This was the first time he was so close to the spirits of his ancestors! A twisted smile appeared on Puif's face. He stepped forward, passed through the outer area of candlelight, and approached the mutated bronze coffin. In the entire world, except for the talented members of the Soran family who were waiting for the right time at Red Swan Castle, and the mysterious leader of the "Secret Society", the long-deceased Emperor Roselle, no one knew that the basement of Red Swan Castle was the other broken seal of Trier in the Fourth Epoch. This was repaired that year, and the heart of an important member of the Sauron family from generation to generation was used as a seal, but the problem was irreversible: Vermonda Champagne Soran, who once led the entire Soran family, went crazy and entered the upper class of Trier in the Fourth Epoch! Since then, his mad spirit has been lingering at the seal, and his painful roars are heard from time to time, affecting everyone living in Red Swan Castle and all those of the same bloodline. Now, it's time to end this curse that has caused the decline of the Sauron family and trapped one Sauron after another in nightmares! With a strong sense of mission and great honor, Count Puyver believed that he would die right now. He put his hands on the edge of the bronze coffin and lay down in it with a wild laugh. His figure suddenly fell and landed into the deep entrance stained with blood and rust. Count Puyfer had just disappeared into the bronze coffin when Eloise Einhorn, wearing a beige hunting suit and a ponytail, entered the hall. She first glanced at the pile of white candles and the bronze coffin, examined the changes in the seal, then cut her finger with her nails and dripped three drops of bright red blood onto the ground. Then, the girl lowered her head and recited solemnly: "The embodiment of iron and blood, the symbol of the scourge of war, the priest who controls the weather, the great Snarna Einhorn..." After Eros finished reciting all the spells, the blood that was dripping on the ground began to boil. They grew instantly, as if turning into a blood-colored lake, and then condensed into a figure wearing iron-black blood-stained armor. The figure was over meters tall, with long dark red hair and a pair of exaggerated gold earrings. His facial features were neutral, and he looked both handsome and delicate. He looked at Eros with his darkened brown eyes and nodded slightly. "Well done. In the previous war, the family lost the most important thing. We must seize every opportunity to make up for the loss, even if it is only a part of it." After saying this, Snarna Einhorn flashed and entered the deep entrance of the bronze coffin. Eros stared at the scene, her eyes flickering a few times.
She finally sighed and said: "No matter what, the curse of the Sauron family will end..." ………… 3 White Coat Street, Apartment 601. With surprise and worry, Franka took out the skeleton statue of the "Original Witch" and the ancient silver mirror from underground. She was not sure whether the changes in the two objects were good or bad, and her only option was to put them somewhere far away and observe the subsequent changes before deciding what to do. At this moment, the classical silver mirror reflected the statue of the "Original Witch" which it did not even reflect, and the entire White Coat Street, the entire overturned area, shook violently. A dark light burst out from the mirror, and Franka and Anthony Reid were swallowed up before they could even use any abilities. When the darkness faded, only the coffee table and sofa were left in Apartment 601. Next to the mural depicting part of the market area, behind the delighted "painter", the ancient silver mirror detached from the world in the painting and floated down in the darkness brought by the shadow, falling deeper and deeper until it quickly disappeared. ………… Amidst an indescribable burning sensation and a dizzying feeling, Lumian and Janna landed on the floor paved with light black stone tiles. The first thing that caught their eyes was a magnificent city in the distance, with asymmetrical black buildings and brightly colored, eye-catching red houses. The city was shrouded in a thin mist, appearing and disappearing, like the kind of illusion that pirate sailors occasionally encounter. In the wilderness outside the city, there were dark clouds, lightning, thunder, and heavy rain. A huge figure several dozen meters tall was surrounded by these natural phenomena and was only vaguely visible and indistinct. "He" wandered outside the city, wandering in the smoke, fire, hail, lightning, rain and wind, as if he would never stop. Is this the Trier from the Fourth Epoch? Lumian had a guess, but he wasn't sure. This was not what he expected. Janna subconsciously turned her head to glance at him and found that he had returned to his original appearance, no longer abnormally huge, and no longer had three heads and six arms. (End of this chapter)