Chapter 877： sunken city (3)

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Many people in the world are troubled by choices.

But they don't know that when you have the power to choose, it is the greatest happiness.

Losing the power to choose means that you can only go on that established route, whether it is happiness or pain.

Now before Namor, there is only one way left.

Unfortunately, he doesn't have the power to choose. To save Atlantis, he can only go deep into this twisted ghost city.

Despite the hysterical warnings from the intuition lurking in the depths of his brain, the instincts of creatures are always and always driving his body away from this twisted and ominous ghost city.

"Breathe...breath..."

Namor repeated the cycle and took a deep breath to calm himself down, then clenched the Seagod Trident and said to himself, "There is no time to retreat, no matter what is inside, I will save Atlantis! "

However, when he finally dispelled his fear and turned his head to look at the man's situation, he found...he was gone!

"Thank you very much?!!!"

Namor let out a foul language, widening his eyes in search of the missing man.

As a result, he saw a scene that made him mad, and saw that the man had reached the edge of the city without knowing when, the whole person seemed to be in a daze, and slowly walked into the twisted city.

Huge stone steps covered with green moss, like the tongue of a monster, and the man seems to be walking into the mouth of a beast.

"Damn, I didn't find out!"

Namor cursed inwardly and shouted, "Come back quickly, don't go in alone!"

But unfortunately, the man didn't seem to hear his call, and walked straight into the twisted city, his back gradually disappeared from sight.

"Fake! Fake! Fake!"

Namor punched the rock wall angrily, gritted his teeth and said, "If I had known, I shouldn't have believed this bastard!"

It didn't help a little from the beginning to the end, instead it kept dragging its feet, and almost killed them in the front.

But in anger, Namor jumped up and jumped from the high rock wall.

When stepping on the land of this city, the green moss that grows recklessly brings a strange smooth touch, which makes Namor frown, and there is a touch of disgust and disgust in his eyes.

"Damn, this place hasn't been cleaned up for thousands of years?" Namor scraped off a piece of moss with a trident. Seeing that green mucus was still dripping on it, his stomach suddenly turned upside down and flew out in disgust, cursing. road.

After the close contact, the twisted building structure, full of ominous and crazy atmosphere, made Namor feel physically uncomfortable.

Resisting both physical and mental discomfort, Namor walked up the huge stone steps.

The huge stone steps are obviously not for people to climb. The difference between each step is about ten meters, which is equivalent to the height of several floors of buildings. It is difficult for him to imagine what kind of huge creatures would use such huge steps. .

Namor jumped on the ground continuously, and soon came to the end of the stone steps.

The spiky stone pillars on both sides crossed together to form an arch-like structure. The wide and huge road extended all the way into the city. The twisted buildings stood on both sides of the road. Green slime.

The stones on which the road was stacked seemed flat at first glance, but when he took a closer look, he found that it seemed to be uneven again.

The twisted and unpredictable strange edges and corners of the stone seem to affect human vision. After a long look, Namor's stomach churns, and he has an inexplicable feeling of irritability. He has to forcibly look away and observe other things.

A turquoise stone tablet stands directly below the arch.

Gu YingNamo did not see any trace of the man. However, on the moss beside the stone tablet, there were traces of sunken footprints that extended all the way to the depths of the city. Obviously, he had already entered.

"Has he seen this stone tablet?" Namor found that the footprints were messy under the stone tablet, and seemed to have stopped for a while.

So without hesitation, he walked directly under the stone tablet and looked up carefully.

On the stele is a relief painting, but oddly, the technique and style are unique and do not follow any sculptural genre.

On the tens of meters square stone monument covered with green moss and moss, a crouching monster with an abominable appearance was clearly visible.

At first, when he first saw the stele, Namor thought it was some kind of totem of the x-religion. After all, this situation was not uncommon. However, after he took a closer look, he found that the relief of the stele was different.

The techniques used as a whole are very close to abstract and magical colors.

It can even be said that reality and fantasy are combined in an almost magical way.

With morbid and insane talent, the wriggling octopus brain with tentacles, the scale-covered two-winged dragon, and the swollen and twisted human limbs were stitched together into such a terrifying monster.

The stone tablet is not only depicting the posture of the monster, but also seems to contain some kind of information.

A wavy-like twisted pattern hovers at the foot of the monster, like the vortex and waves rolled up by the sea, and at the position directly above the monster, the pattern of stars is drawn with minimalist lines, and the thorns around the monster are like thorns. Objects and stone pillars also resemble the simplified form of the city in front of them.

"This... seems to be a prophecy." Namor frowned.

He had seen similar style narrative reliefs in the Great Temple of Atlantis, and they all seemed to imply that something would happen in the future.

"And this ancient text..."

Namor subconsciously reached out to touch the stone tablet, a smooth and cold touch, like the mucus on the surface of a moray eel. That disgusting feeling made him subconsciously retract his hand, and suddenly shuddered.

Only from the incomplete text and the style of this ancient city, he could not infer the approximate age.

Six thousand years? Seven thousand years? Or... 10,000 years ago?

No...maybe even earlier, it's just countless times older than the Great Temple of Atlantis.

Namor's pupils shrank suddenly. On the stone tablet covered with moss and moss, he saw traces that were suspected to be Cambrian, which were the fossils of the Ediacaran biota, at least hundreds of millions of years ago.

The age of this underwater city may be earlier than the origin of human birth.

"Gudong..."

Namor swallowed a bit of saliva was being watched.

So he raised his head cautiously and turned his eyes to this city full of twists and madness.

In the deepest city covered with thick green fog and twisted thorns, there seemed to be a pair of disgusting huge eyes watching them silently, this uninvited guest who broke into the city.

There was a sudden noise in his ear, and the irritating Namor had a splitting headache. He couldn't help kneeling on the ground, his hands were firmly clasped into the roots of his hair, the veins on his forehead burst, his pupils were bloodshot, and his lips were uncontrollable. Out of the old text:

"Suglu, Magnafor, Cthulhu, Lalaiye, Uganagol, Futan."

"Suglu, Magnafor, Cthulhu, Lalaiye, Uganagol, Futan."

"Suglu, Magnafor, Cthulhu, Lalaiye, Uganagol, Futan."

After reciting it three times in a row, Namor's eyes were blurred and the content of this prayer was clearly imprinted in his mind, and it was automatically translated into human words: "In his palace Lalaiye, the long-sleeping Marquis of Cthulhu You are dreaming."