Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 313 Opening the Door

The entire port of Bansi was shrouded in fog, and the people of Bansi reacted extremely quickly.

As the fog rose, everyone hid in the nearest house. No one chased them away; in fact, it was commonplace to pull strangers into houses.

The strangers here mostly refer to people from other places; the locals in Bansi run faster than anyone else.

"This has become a custom!" Truman was also calmed down by the restaurant owner and kept inside. He looked at the calm faces of most people and couldn't help but laugh and cry.

"The weather god is angry! Unless you're from the Church of Storms, it's best not to go out." The restaurant owner came to Truman's table to apologize.

"When did this custom of yours originate?" Truman asked, looking out the window at the thick fog that was so dense that most people couldn't see a meter away.

"It's been over a thousand years, but in the last two weeks, the frequency of dense fog has increased significantly. Normally, we might not even encounter it once a year," the restaurant owner said after a moment's pause.

"..." The timing was perfect, and Truman had nothing to say.

He left the uniqueness of death here, so there will always be some leaks. The "City of Calamity" is also very good at creating loopholes.

"Then you won't encounter this situation again," Truman said, leaving the restaurant owner puzzled.

"Let's go." Truman and Amanisis walked out of the restaurant without attracting anyone's attention.

"Is this the lingering aura of the 'City of Calamity'?" Amanisis walked through the thick fog, suddenly reaching out as if to pull out a dark red gas from the mist.

After He extracted this gas, the fog in the entire Bansi area decreased by one level.

"The fourth pillar?" Amanisis stared at the wisp of energy in his hand, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Stop!" Truman crushed the wisp of dark red energy in Amanisis's hand.

He's saving Medici, otherwise he'd be dead again.

The information about the "Fourth Pillar" was naturally shared by Truman with the Dream Council. Sharing information and helping each other are the principles of the Dream Council, so they would not hide anything.

However, this "fourth pillar" is a bit strange. We're still a long way from the destruction of the universe, so there's no need to consider it.

"Give Medici a break; he's already died once," Truman said, somewhat exasperated.

"Isn't this what you meant by setting up that 'End' chair?" Amanisis asked, referring to the five chairs in the Dream Council that symbolized "End."

"No, I didn't, don't think like that," Truman denied three times in a row.

Amanisis continued walking forward, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with Truman's words.

"Thump!"

The two continued walking in the thick fog until several heads the size of watermelons appeared beside them, thumping towards them like rubber balls.

These heads even had a stalk still attached, and their faces were covered in mold and had yellowish-green liquid on them.

Some of these heads floated in the air as if searching for something. Truman didn't find it disgusting. Instead, he went up and observed them carefully. Finally, he pointed a finger, and all the heads turned into dreamlike bubbles and disappeared without a trace.

The two continued on their way until they came to a telegraph office, where Truman stepped forward and gently knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" came a female voice that was devoid of any emotion.

"A passerby wanted to go in to escape the thick fog." Truman's words were perfectly in line with the local customs.

"We can't open the door here," another man's voice came, refusing to open it.

This is also a local custom: you can't open the door when it's shrouded in thick fog, or you'll encounter something terrible.

"Could you send me a telegram?" Truman raised an eyebrow and asked again.

"...Okay," the male voice replied.

"Okay, the content is..." Truman revealed a wicked smile.

I see you.

The telegraph office fell into a deathly silence, and no further response came from there.

Truman ignored everything else, walked straight up, gently turned the lock, and pushed the door open.

hum!

The thick fog that enveloped the entire Bansie suddenly surged and billowed like a torrent towards the door Truman had opened, seemingly trying to stop him from pushing it open.

"I'm coming in!" Truman shouted and pushed the door open.

boom!

The entire Bansi shook violently as if an earthquake had struck, but in that instant, the thick fog in Bansi dissipated, and the leaden clouds in the sky were also shaken apart.

At that moment, the telegraph office suddenly blurred, replaced by a colossal city nestled in the desert. The door Truman had opened was no longer the door of the telegraph office, but the city gate of that colossal city, tens of meters high.

Rumble!

The city gates were already overwhelmed and on the verge of collapsing under the strain of the two unimaginable forces at play.

"Be careful not to break the door," Truman kindly reminded him, and then actually pushed the door open.

With a soft hum, the gate transformed back into the gate of the telegraph office, and all the strange phenomena vanished.

Truman and Amanisis entered the telegraph office one after the other, and then gentlemanly closed the door behind them.

……

The strange patterns on Jedel's body and face, which had carved a hole in the spatial barrier, trembled slightly, as if they were alive.

"Come in with me!" Jedel suddenly looked at the bishops and priests of the Church of War on the other side.

"Yes!" None of these people dared to disobey the will of this lord.

Rays of morning light emanated from Jedel, falling upon these people and bestowing upon them the blessings of angels.

"Go!" Jedel stepped into the spatial rift first, enduring the surging aura of death.

This place is a completely different world. The vast death energy impacts Jedel, sprinkling the breath of dawn, as if echoing the black patterns on His body.

He stood on a piece of land that had completely lost its vitality, and a group of buildings could be vaguely seen in the distance.

As the light of dawn gradually spread, it brought pure light to the world, and with this light, Jedel could see the general shape of the complex.

The architectural complex is extremely ancient in style, and seems to still carry the asymmetrical beauty of the Solomon Empire.

"This is the Medici family's residence!" This "Angel of Honor" naturally knew whose territory Banshee originally belonged to, and upon seeing this complex of buildings, he felt that it was only right to be here.

Soon after, the angel discovered the Medici family crest on that very building complex.

"The Medici family were the earliest residents of Bansie, and they gradually withdrew from the area after the establishment of the Terensost Empire."

"Then the length of time this space has existed is probably immeasurable," Jedel said gravely.

The saying "the older, the more dangerous" isn't entirely accurate in the world of extraordinary beings, but from another perspective, if even the entire Medici family couldn't withstand a danger, could He handle it?

(End of this chapter)