Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 877: The Sunken City (3)
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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 of choice means that you can only go to the established route, whether it is happiness or pain.
There is only one path left before Namor.
Unfortunately, he doesn't have the power to choose. If he wants to save Atlantis, he can only go deep into this twisted city of ghosts.
Although the intuition hidden deep in his brain has issued a hysterical warning, the biological instinct drives his body away from this twisted and ominous ghost city all the time.
"Suck... breathe..."
Namor took deep breaths repeatedly to calm himself down, then he held the Sea God Trident tightly, and said to himself: "There is no way out or time, no matter what is inside, I will save Atlanta Teece!"
However, when he managed to dispel his fear and turned his head to check on the man, he discovered...he was gone!
"Thank you so much?!!!"
Namor let out a **** and stared wide-eyed for the missing man.
In the end, he saw the scene that drove him crazy. He saw that the man had reached the edge of the city at some point, and slowly walked into the twisted city as if he had fallen into a bewilderment.
The huge stone steps covered with green moss are like the tongue of a monster, and the man seems to be walking into the mouth of an animal.
"Damn it, I didn't notice it!"
Namo cursed secretly in his heart, 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 disappearing from sight.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fack!"
Namor punched the rock wall furiously, and said through gritted teeth: "If I had known, I shouldn't have believed this bastard!"
From the beginning to the end, they didn't help at all. Instead, they kept dragging their feet, and almost killed them in the front.
But the anger turned into anger, Namor still jumped up and jumped off the high rock wall.
When stepping on the land of this city, the wanton growth of green moss brought a strange slippery touch, which made Namor frown uncontrollably, with a hint of disgust and disgust in his eyes.
"Damn it, this place hasn't been cleaned up for thousands of years?" Namor scraped off a piece of moss with a trident, and saw that green mucus was still dripping on it, his stomach suddenly twitched, and he flew out in disgust , said cursingly.
After close contact, the distorted architectural structure, full of ominous and crazy atmosphere, made Namor feel physically uncomfortable.
Strongly enduring both physical and psychological 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 hard for him to imagine what kind of huge creatures would use such Huge ladder.
Namor kicked and jumped continuously, and soon came to the end of the stone steps.
The spiky stone pillars on both sides intersect to form an arch-like structure. The wide and huge road extends into the city. Twisted buildings stand on both sides of the road. Moss, moss and vines grow wantonly, oozing out Man gagging with green slime.
The stones piled up on the road seemed smooth at first glance, but when he took a closer look, he found that they looked uneven again.
The twisted and unpredictable corners of the stone seem to affect human vision. After looking at it for a long time, Namor's stomach churns, and he feels inexplicably irritable.
A turquoise stone tablet stands directly below the arch.
Namor saw no sign of the man. However, on the moss next to the stele, there are traces of sunken footprints, extending to the depths of the city, obviously he has already entered.
"He has seen this stele?" Namor found that the footprints under the stele were messy, as if they had stopped for a while.
So without hesitation, he walked directly to the bottom of the stele and looked up carefully.
On the stele is a relief painting, but the strange thing is that the technique and style are very unique and do not follow any sculpture genre.
On the tens of meters square stone tablet covered by moss and moss, a crouching monster with a hideous appearance can be clearly seen.
When he first saw the stele, Namor thought it was some kind of totem of Cult X. After all, this kind of situation is not uncommon. However, after he took a closer look, he found that the relief of this stele was different .
The technique used in it as a whole is very abstract and magical.
It can even be said that reality and fantasy are combined in a way that is almost magical.
Using a morbid and insane talent, the tentacle-wriggling octopus brain, the scaly pterodactyl, and the swollen and twisted human limbs were sewn into such terrifying monsters.
The stele is not only depicting the monster's posture, but also seems to contain some kind of information.
Waves and distorted lines hovered under the monster's feet, like eddies and waves rolled up by the sea, and directly above the monster, there were star patterns drawn with minimalist lines, surrounding the monster The thorn-shaped objects and stone pillars also resemble the simplified appearance of the city in front of me.
"This... seems to be a prophecy." Namor frowned.
He had seen similar narrative reliefs in the Great Temple of Atlantis, and they all seemed to imply something that would happen in the future.
"There is still this ancient text..."
Namor subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch the stele, a slippery and cold touch, like the mucus on the surface of a moray eel, that disgusting feeling~IndoMTL.com~ made him subconsciously withdraw his hand, and suddenly shuddered.
Only from the incomplete text and the style of this ancient city, he couldn't guess the approximate age.
Six thousand years? Seven thousand years? Or... 10,000 years ago?
No... Maybe even earlier, it is simply countless times older than the Great Temple of Atlantis.
Namor's pupils shrank suddenly. On the moss-covered stele, he saw traces of the Cambrian period, which were fossils of the Ediacaran biota, at least hundreds of millions of years ago.
The age of this underwater city may be earlier than the birth and origin of human beings.
"Gudong..."
Namor swallowed his saliva, secretly being watched.
So he raised his head cautiously, and cast his sights on this city full of distortion and madness.
In the deepest city covered with dense green fog and twisted thorns, there seems to be a pair of huge disgusting eyes silently watching them, this uninvited guest who broke into the city.
Suddenly there was a noise in his ears, and Namor had a splitting headache. He couldn't help but knelt on the ground, clasped his hands firmly into the roots of his hair, his forehead was bulging, his pupils were horribly bloodshot, and his lips were uncontrollable. Yes, I read the content of that ancient text:
"Suglu, Magnafor, Cthulhu, R'lyye, Uganagol, Fortan."
"Suglu, Magnafor, Cthulhu, R'lyye, Uganagol, Fortan."
"Suglu, Magnafor, Cthulhu, R'lyye, Uganagol, Fortan."
After reciting it three times in a row, Namor's eyes were dazed. The content of this prayer was clearly imprinted in his mind, and he automatically translated it into human words: "In his palace R'layeh, the sleeping K Su Luhou Ru fell into a dream."
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