Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 877: The Sunken City (3)
Remember【】for a second,!
Many people in the world are troubled by choices.
But they don't know that the greatest happiness is when you have the power to choose.
Losing the power to choose means that you can only go to that established route, whether it is happiness or pain.
Now there is only one way left for Namor.
Unfortunately, he doesn't have the power to choose. To save Atlantis, he can only go deep into this twisted nether city.
Despite the hysterical warnings from the intuition lurking in the back of his brain, the instincts of creatures are constantly driving his body away from this twisted and ominous ghost city.
"Inhale... exhale..."
Namo 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 Atlanta. Tees!"
However, when he finally dispelled his fear and turned to look at the man's condition, he found...he was gone!
"Thank you so much?!!!"
Namo let out a foul language, wide-eyed 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 tongues of monsters sticking out, and men walking into the mouths of animals.
"Damn, I didn't find out!"
Namo scolded 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!"
Namo punched the rock wall with a furious punch, gritted his teeth and said, "If I had known, I shouldn't have believed this bastard!"
It didn't help at all from beginning to end, instead it kept dragging its feet, and nearly killed them in the front.
But anger returned to anger, Namor still jumped 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 in 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. , said cursingly.
After close contact, the twisted building structure, full of ominous and crazy atmosphere, made Namor physically uncomfortable.
Forcing both physical and mental discomfort, Namor walked up the huge stone steps.
The huge stone steps are obviously not for people to climb. The drop of 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 a huge staircase.
Namo kept jumping on the ground and quickly came to the end of the stone steps.
The spiky stone pillars on both sides intersected 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. Man gagging green slime.
The stones on which the road was built appeared to be flat at first glance, but when he took a closer look, he found that they appeared to be uneven.
The strangely twisted and unpredictable edges and corners of the stone seem to affect human vision. After looking at it for a long time, 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 didn't 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 stele?" Namor noticed that the footprints were cluttered under the stele, as if he had stopped for a while.
So without hesitation, he walked directly under the stone tablet and looked up carefully.
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 tablet covered with moss and moss, a crouching monster with an abominable appearance is clearly visible.
When he first saw the stele, Namor thought it was some kind of totem of the X-religion. After all, this situation is not uncommon. However, after a closer look, he found that the relief of the stele was different. .
The technique used as a whole is very abstract and magical.
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 scaly winged dragon, and the swollen and twisted human limbs are stitched together into such a terrifying monster.
The stele is not only depicting the monster's posture, but also seems to contain some kind of information.
A strip of wavy and twisted lines hovered at the foot of the monster, like the vortex and waves rolled up by the sea, and directly above the monster, the pattern of stars was drawn with minimalist lines, surrounding the monster. The thorn-like objects and stone pillars in front of him also look like a simplified version of the city in front of him.
"This... looks like a prophecy." Namor frowned.
He had seen similar style narrative reliefs in the Great Temple of Atlantis, and they all seemed to suggest something would happen in the future.
"And this ancient script..."
Namo subconsciously reached out and touched 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 guess the approximate age.
Six thousand years? Seven thousand years? Or... 10,000 years ago?
No...maybe even earlier, it's literally countless times older than the Great Temple of Atlantis.
Namo'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..."
Namo swallowed ~IndoMTL.com~ being watched.
So he raised his head cautiously and cast his eyes on this city full of twists and madness.
In the deepest city with thick green fog and twisting thorns, there seems to be a pair of disgusting huge eyes watching them silently, this uninvited guest who broke into the city.
Suddenly there was a 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, blue veins burst out on his forehead, his pupils were bloodshot, and his lips were out of control. Yes, read the content of that ancient text:
"Suglu, Magnafor, Cthulhu, Lalaiye, Uganagor, Fortan."
"Suglu, Magnafor, Cthulhu, Lalaiye, Uganagor, Fortan."
"Suglu, Magnafor, Cthulhu, Lalaiye, Uganagor, Fortan."
After reciting it three times in a row, Namor's eyes were dazed, and the content of the prayer was clearly imprinted in his mind, and it was automatically translated into human words: "In his palace, Lalei, the sleeping gram Marquis of Sulu falls into a dream."