Chapter 1273： Create your own future (9)

Meiman's Opening A Zanpakutō Chapter 1273 Create your own future (9)

The city of a thousand pillars, which should have been in the Arabian Peninsula, actually appeared in Equatorial Guinea.

And in this strange way, he once again stepped out of the fog of history and appeared in Lord's eyes.

Even the most discerning aesthetician will be conquered by this magnificent city, which combines ultra-modern art and a spatial structure that human beings cannot understand. While twisted and crazy, it also reveals a strange beauty.

Thousands of towering black spires dotted the labyrinthine corridors.

Those mottled traces reveal a hint of the heaviness of the years, giving people an intuitive sense of oppression.

The entire city was swallowed up by the huge fissures of the pitch-black mountains, as if it had been swallowed by a giant python, waiting to be melted by the acidic gastric juices, and then completely disappear into the dust of past history.

If he hadn't come to Guinea today, he might never have seen such a spectacular scene.

"Things are getting more and more interesting..."

Lorde took a deep breath and grinned: "It's a worthwhile trip to be lucky enough to see the legendary city."

After saying that, he no longer hesitated, and walked straight to the entrance of the city of a thousand pillars, Erem.

"Huh? It's... disgusting me?"

When he was in the air, it wasn't that strong, but the moment he stepped on this land, he sensed something was wrong.

An inexplicable chill spread to the limbs and bones, and at the same time, there was a huge, undisguised, naked malice that went deep into the bone marrow, as if the land was rejecting him.

"Hmph, wither bug trick."

Lorde sneered and moved on regardless.

It's okay to scare ordinary people with this trick, but if you want to use it against him, you're thinking too much.

woohoo-

As it got closer, a bone-chilling wind blew from the rift.

There was a disgusting odor in the wind, and it smelled like some kind of rotten smell, which caused Lord to frown, and he said in his heart that he was unlucky, and he was afraid that he would be pickled when he went back.

However, complaining is complaining, the road still has to go, and Erem still has to enter.

He could only hold back his resentment and walked into the huge rift valley of the mountain. The smell of decay became stronger, and the air became more viscous. It was like walking in water, and there was a resistance hindering him. to move forward.

As he struggled forward in the rift, he looked at the mountain walls on both sides.

The black unknown rock was covered with some kind of unseen algae and ancient fossil material similar to barnacles.

As a result, in the dimly lit environment, the black mountain walls on both sides looked like there were countless black eyes, staring faintly in the dark, outsiders who invaded this sanctuary.

People with dark phobia and intensive phobia, it is estimated that they can die directly on the spot when they come here.

Although Lorde does not have these two phobias, but this kind of oxygen is thin and sticky, the light is extremely dim, the smell is extremely unpleasant, and there are such strange and impactful things, it is inevitable to feel a little uncomfortable.

With an unfortunate voice, Lord accelerated his speed and slid across the black rift.

The city of a thousand pillars, Erem, is just around the corner.

The huge corridor-style entrance, like the gate of the Yellow Springs leading to the underworld, is filled with thick fog from the inside out.

Lorde stopped for a while and walked into the thick fog.

In front of the huge cloister-style porch, he saw with sharp eyes that something seemed to be carved on the stone wall next to him.

When I got closer, I saw that it was a sentence.

"It is not the dead that sleep forever,

In the mysterious eternity,

Even death itself will pass away.

-Abd al-Hazraid"

"Crazy Arab poet...Abd al-Hazraid?!" Lord knew the man.

It is said that he was an Arab scholar of the Omiya Dynasty around the seventh century, who wrote an extremely evil book "Al Ajif" in Arabic. This book is called - The Necronomicon!

Those who have a relationship with the Necronomicon usually don't end well.

Abdul Al Hazraid claimed to have seen Erem, and had recorded in the Necronomicon that there was a legend about worshipping a certain three-pillar god, but later people did not find it, so they took it Called the 'Crazy Poet'.

"No wonder he was not found in the Arabian Peninsula..."

Lorde stared at the thousand-year-old text and sighed: "Because Erem is not in the Arabian Peninsula at all, but in Equatorial Guinea. It was just for some special reason that he traveled to this place."

A message from Abd al-Hazlaid further confirmed his speculation.

In the depths of Erem, the city of a thousand pillars, there must be hidden information about the crack in time and space, and even traces of 'one of the three pillar gods'.

'Those who want to go to the temple must complete the trial'

At the entrance of the cloister style, such a sentence is engraved.

"Trial?"

Lorde glanced at the labyrinthine corridor and roughly understood the so-called trial.

Probably just walked out of the maze, and he might encounter some troubles along the way, and with the characters of these evil gods, he could almost imagine that the maze was definitely full of traps.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Lord raised his hand, made a gunshot gesture, and grinned: "I'm not here to participate in the trial, I'm here to find fault!"

As his voice fell, a javelin as huge as a light spear erupted from his fingertips.

Target...Erem, the city of a thousand pillars, the black spire at the end of the line of sight.

Two points and one line - everything is connected!

boom--!

Amidst the deafening roar, the boiling and bursting Reiatsu roared.

A blue light spear pierced through the air with the might of a smashing bamboo, it forcibly chiseled out a tens of meters wide and a thousand meters long to reach the center of this ancient corridor city. the way.

If there are historians here, seeing this scene, I am afraid that they will be out of breath and have a heart attack.

This is a building complex with a history of tens of thousands of years and a super ancient civilization, but now it has been burned down in one blow.

But unfortunately, Lorde has no such idea at all. In his opinion, this **** civilization can destroy one if it can destroy one, and save the rest to harm people.

"Ah...the mood is much better, and the air seems to be getting better."

Lorde followed the pierced road, and Shunpo went directly through the corridor building complex.

The towering black minarets all around were whining and frantically whispering at this moment, as if they were angry and scolded loudly for his blasphemous actions.

Lorde paused, his eyes swept across the minarets, and said coldly: "Noisy, calm down for me, or I will tear you down!"

Unexpectedly, his threatening words caused the voices of those minarets to suddenly stop.

For a while, the entire city was silent, and needles could be heard, but it was even more strange.

At this moment, a tall werewolf walked out of a certain black spire and came straight to Lorde.

"Welcome to Erem, the City of Thousand Pillars, Mr. Lord."

Different from the irritability of other werewolves, this werewolf was very calm, bowed deeply, and said in a hoarse voice like aristocratic standard etiquette: "Please allow me to introduce myself to you, my name is Yugashi, Ancestors of ghouls."+BOOKMARK+