Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 156 "City of Calamity"

"Something really happened." In Truman's information vision, the entire world was digitized, and he used this digitized vision to perceive the eerie aura emanating from this land.

"The weather here..."

Truman looked up and saw thick black clouds looming overhead, and a strong wind was blowing, making the trees sway.

"This weather is clearly abnormal!"

In mysticism, the law of convergence of extraordinary characteristics is highly illogical, and many coincidences can be explained by this law.

Both the "Red Priest" pathway and the thing Truman was thinking about have an instinctive control over the weather and are mostly related to severe weather.

The "Red Priestess" path represents war and conflict, but it is adjacent to the "Witch" path and naturally has similar abilities to "natural disasters," specifically in manipulating the weather. Sequence two is even called "Weather Sorcerer."

"Medici!" Truman contacted Medii via the information stream, but he did not receive a reply for a long time.

"So fast?" Things seemed a bit unexpected.

Truman walked up to the Medici family's door and placed his hand on it.

At that moment, he interacted with the information inside the door, and everything behind the door was laid out before him.

This is a more convenient way than seeing with the naked eye, and all the information is in your own hands.

Inside the gate were headless corpses.

Many residents of Penn have moved here.

Their heads were severed at the neck, and the cuts were smooth, with blood constantly oozing out, just like criminals who had just been executed.

These headless corpses were displayed like an army inside the gate, attempting to infiltrate the Medici family members who lived further inside.

Those were qualified extraordinary individuals, fighting against this mutation.

"So where did their leader go?" Truman glanced around and then walked to an inconspicuous room.

Truman placed his hand on the door again, but this time, a terrifying sensation made the flow of information that made up Truman's body tremble!

The uniqueness of the "Hermit" and the characteristics of the "Emperor of Knowledge" trembled in that aura; what lay within was naturally not simple.

"The City of Calamity?" Truman sighed softly. The City of Calamity was one of the few Source Elements that he could not control.

He had already determined this when he found the traces He had left behind in the gray fog.

The concept of "weakness" underwent a terrifying qualitative change in the old days, from grasping the opponent's "weakness" to creating "weakness" out of thin air.

Even if the "Lord of Mysteries" did not weaken the seal, this source substance would definitely seep through.

Truman's efforts to strengthen the seal had limited effect on the "City of Calamity".

"Medici?" Truman knocked softly on the door.

"Truman?" Medici's slightly weak voice rang out.

At this moment, Truman and Medici exchanged information. Truman gently pointed his finger, and the door began to become illusory, allowing him to see the scene inside.

A grayish-white mist filled the entire space; it was no longer a room, but rather another world beyond the door.

Truman also saw Medici.

At this moment, He was wearing blood-stained black armor, and bloodstains covered His handsome face, but His gaze remained resolute.

Truman's gaze fell on Medici's forehead, where there was a banner-like mark.

This inevitably reminded Truman of the bluish-black light gate that appeared between the eyebrows of the "Lord of Mysteries" when he awoke.

"Ah, a distinguished guest indeed." Medici seemed to see Truman as well, greeting him in his usual tone.

"Tsk, I don't think you're all that great. You got defeated just like that? Even your special characteristics are going to be taken away." Truman had no intention of entering this world, so he just stood outside the door watching.

If Medici really loses, he might end up like the original "Hidden Sage".

"Hmph, just some Origin Essence Aura, you think you can kill me with that?" Medici sneered, drew an Ironblood Battle Sword from his body, and charged directly into the thick fog.

As He entered, the thick fog also stirred, as if something was about to break free from it.

"Roar!" It sounded like an army roaring, their morale soaring and their spirit reaching its peak. This spirit transformed into real power, empowering Medici.

Medici also unleashed a sword strike at that moment.

"massacre"!

A crimson sword light briefly sliced ​​through the thick fog, revealing the terrifying scene within.

It was an ancient pagoda with an oriental charm, composed of countless heads.

Each head showed the most painful state before death, with the flesh on the face already beginning to rot and dripping yellow pus.

Connecting these heads are tubes of flesh and blood, like the human esophagus. The heads were pulled out along with the esophagus and brought here to intertwine with other heads, forming the structure before us...

"A mound of corpses." This was a word Truman retrieved from his memory.

It also represents military achievements and the boasting of victories.

Medici's "massacre" struck that bone tower.

But the ancient tower itself is like a mad monster made up of countless heads, all of which open their mouths and howl, with terrifying sound waves sweeping everything away.

At this time, devastating natural disasters struck, with earthquakes, meteorites, snowstorms, and other calamities hitting Medici.

Similarly, these attacks also have effects such as "harvesting" and "slaughtering," putting Medici in grave danger.

During this process, the banner mark between Medici's eyebrows began to glow slowly, indicating that the erosion had become more severe.

"I can handle this!" Medici said with an air of arrogance, refusing Truman's offer of help.

"You can solve it, but your people outside will die if you wait any longer." The Medici have already done a remarkable job of surviving the contamination of the source material, but there is an insurmountable gap between the two.

Truman's body transformed into a stream of information, passing through the door and entering the world formed by the erosion of the source matter.

"..." Medici wanted to argue, but ultimately remained silent.

After establishing his family, His innate mythical nature underwent some changes, and He developed a concept of family and clan.

This is a good thing; at least Medici's condition over the years is much better than that of Urolius, who did not leave behind a family.

"Hmph!" Medici could only snort coldly. "This time, I owe you one."

Medici charged toward the bone tower once more, but Truman snapped his fingers, and a torrent of information descended from an immeasurable height, instantly engulfing the bone tower!

At the same time, Truman's eyes became as clear as amethyst, and his gaze fell on the bone tower, revealing an unbridled arrogance.

Ordinary "secret seekers" are corrupted when they see a mythological form, but in his case, he has perfectly brought out the characteristics of a "secret seeker".

Ha, you think you, a "city of disasters," can pollute me?

(End of this chapter)