A quarter of an hour later, Gehrman Sparrow stopped trying, closed the wooden door, and cleared the fog. Then, he dragged the wooden door and "teleported" directly to the pirate ship without worrying about being cursed at all.

He then stood the wooden door on the deck, stretched out his left palm again, and grabbed the handle of the door.

Suddenly, Gehrman Sparrow's neck made a clicking sound, and his head seemed to be picked up by an invisible hand, dragging out the bloody spine.

Gehrman Sparrow didn't change his expression, he raised his right hand indifferently, pressed heavily on the top of his head, and pushed his head back to its original position.

Immediately afterwards, he twisted the handle without being affected much, pushed open the wooden door again, and let it lean against the side of the ship.

But this time, there was no gray fog, and no shadowy streets, houses, and trains stood out, so it can be said that there was nothing unusual.

In the next second, the wooden door rotted rapidly, turning into a puddle of mud, as if escaping the fate of being tested.

Gehrman Sparrow didn't stop him, and took out a gold ring inlaid with rubies from the air first, and wore it for nearly ten seconds.

After making the ring disappear, Gehrman Sparrow reached out with his right hand, dragged out the ordinary wooden door from the void, and continued to make various attempts.

After confirming that the wooden door would lose its effect once it left Banxi, Gehrman Sparrow flicked it casually, making it disappear in midair.

Two hours passed, the high-altitude cloud gradually dissipated, and the storm that had been brewing for a long time finally did not come.

When the pirate ship was far away from Bansi Port, Verdu, who had dealt with his injuries, took a bottle of potion and let himself fall asleep quickly to adjust his mental state.

In the gray dream world, he was running in the barren wilderness, looking for something in a panic, but he found nothing at all.

Suddenly, Verdu heard a slightly intermittent voice coming from the depths of the wilderness: "Great, God of War...

"The symbol of iron and blood...

"Turbulence, peace, disputes, ah, dominance..."

This passage was repeated over and over again, but it didn't disturb Verdu and get him out of the dream.

I don't know how long it took, Verdu woke up naturally and opened his eyes.

At this time, the morning sun outside the window shone into the cabin, bringing a slightly hazy light.

Verdu sat up slowly, and found that he could recall the three-segment esteemed name he heard in his dream without using the ability of "astrologer".

And his relatively rich mystic knowledge told him that this pointed to a hidden existence at the level of a god.

Is this caused by the incomplete symbols and symbols around the altar, or is it caused by the street I witnessed in the gray mist? Verdu frowned slightly, lost in thought.

He didn't try to chant that name rashly, because he knew how quickly and terribly those who had done similar things died.

God of War... Verdu vaguely remembered that he had seen the name of this god in a certain book of the family, and decided to do some research before considering how to deal with it later.

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Bansi Harbour, on a collapsed seaside mountain.

Blossoming red or white or orange flames emerged from the cracks in the gravel, forming a silhouette.

This figure was wearing black blood-stained armor, with half-length fiery red hair, young and handsome.

There was a banner-like bloody mark between his eyebrows, and traces of decay could be seen on his face. It was the "Red Angel" evil spirit Sauron Einhorn Medici.

"If it weren't for the fact that he has the characteristics of 'Origin Castle' and 'Servant of Mysteries', he can make secret puppets run around the world regardless of the distance limit, and I don't need to make such a detour." The evil spirit "Red Angel" clicked his tongue , I don't know who I'm talking to. JrNovels.com