I Am Breaking the Dimensional Wall In the Lord of Mysteries

In the blink of an eye, Sifah came to the second floor.

He felt strange that he was not attacked.

Soon, he walked into Maud's bedroom, where the old typewriter was still there.

However, there is nothing unusual about it.

Sifa carefully pulled down a curtain and covered it over the typewriter, but the typewriter didn't respond.

Frowning slightly, Xifa's mind suddenly flashed.

Skuard has left!

The old-fashioned typewriter is probably not its body, but is temporarily attached to the typewriter through some kind of connection.

Even so, Sifa cautiously released a hunter projection, making him pick up the typewriter and put it on the table.

During this process, Sifa was ready for battle.

But nothing happened.

The Hunter Projection was not attacked, frozen, struck by lightning, or shattered.

This confirmed Sifa's guess.

"However, Skuard shouldn't be attached to the typewriter casually. This makes no sense in mysticism. There must be some connection between the two."

He stepped forward and checked the typewriter.

Sure enough, at the bottom of the typewriter, he found a symbol.

This symbol should be inscribed with a sharp object. It has symbolic meanings such as flame, lightning, and strong wind.

Xifa found a pen and paper and rubbed the symbol.

He saw the piece of paper left by Scuard on the ground with the weather forecast for the town of Bingo printed on it.

Sifa also put away the piece of paper.

At this moment, there was the sound of a carriage from below.

Sifa quickly retracted the hunter projection, then exited the bedroom and left through a window at the back of the house.

hostel.

Osvid sat in an easy chair, holding a glass of red wine.

Miraculously, the hotel was not damaged by the thunderstorm just now, but after such an experience, the old man could no longer sleep.

And, he's waiting.

Waiting for the 'duke' to come back.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

The old man smiled, got up and said, "Please come in."

The door was pushed open, and the masked Xifa walked in: "As expected, you haven't fallen asleep yet."

Osvid poured him a glass of red wine and said, "When you reach my age, you will know that sleep time is much shorter than when you were young."

"The other thing is, I don't want to waste too much time on sleeping."

Xifa snorted, sat down on the side, took out the piece of paper with the symbols printed on it, and pushed it over.

He briefly described Maud and the typewriter.

Then he said.

"The thing calling itself 'Scuard' has gone. Perhaps engraving this symbol on other things can attract it."

"However, I don't recommend it."

"At least until you figure out what it is, what threats it has, and how to seal it, don't act rashly."

Osvid glanced at Sifa: "It sounds like you're not going to stay here for a long time?"

"I'm going back to Backlund tomorrow, I have other things to deal with." Sifa didn't want to leave Backlund for too long, the war would break out, and the royal family would be suspicious.

Osvid nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll stay here and see if I can do something."

Xifa picked up the wine glass, lifted the corner of his mask, and took a sip of the fine wine in the glass.

Then he said, "Church of Storms has been eyeing that house, and the typewriter will definitely be taken away."

"This symbol, I guess Maud engraved it, but I don't know where he got this symbol."

"Also, he's already dead, and the body should also be in the church. Coupled with the time, it's impossible to channel him."

"However, in that house, there may be clues."

"For example, a diary or something, but it's obviously not something we can go in and search."

Osvid chuckled: "It's not a big problem, we have some friendship with the three major churches, and the Church of the Storm is no exception."

"If they know anything, I'll find a way to get the news."

Sifa doesn't doubt this either: "If there is news, please notify me."

He now suspects that since Skuard is not a 'weather fairy', it should also be related to a 'weather warlock'.

Otherwise, abnormal weather cannot be created.

"no problem."

After getting the old man's reply, Sifah said again, "I stopped Larkin and the others from entering the house. Commissioner Mike may come to complain to you."

Osvid laughed: "It's just a small matter, I'm very good at handling delivery, leave it to me."

After another chat, Sifah said goodbye and left.

The next day, he returned to Backlund through the spiritual world with the help of the Traveler's Personalities.

......

Late at night.

In the early morning, in a garment factory in the St. George district of Backlund.

In the empty factory building, an open space was cleared, and a dark black coffin was surrounded by a dozen mysterious people in black robes and hoods.

The coffin looked quite heavy, surrounded by many gold ornaments with traces of soil, candles flickering with pale flames, and many skulls.

Some of those skulls were from human beings, and some belonged to animals. Some were extremely strange and ferocious. I don't know what they were originally.

After one of the black-robed men raised his right hand, the mysterious man surrounding the coffin began to twist his body, his movements twitched slightly, and he danced a strange dance with madness.

This is the 'spirit dance', which is Death's favorite ritual method.

The stronger the spirituality of the dancer, the better the effect.

"The king of the depths of hell;"

"The angel who plays the melody of death;"

"The ruler above the river Styx."

As the dance progressed, the black-robed man who seemed to be the leader lowered his head and recited in a language that seemed to originate from the underworld.

Immediately, the skulls on the ground were gradually dyed with a layer of dark green, becoming extremely frightening.

After a while, those skulls floated up one by one, as if they had no substance, penetrated the lid and entered the interior of the coffin.

An icy, gloomy, high-altitude aura began to emanate from the coffin.

After a while, there was a voice inside.

The voice was old and cold, making the listener's soul seem to be free from the body.

"Well done."

"What have you gained recently in awakening God?"

What follows is an answer.

The black-robed leader was like a subordinate reporting to his boss, describing his efforts and intentions.

"Very good, go ahead and do it, and I will support you."

The voice in the coffin stopped for a moment.

Then he mentioned casually: "I'll send you an assistant first, the 'gatekeeper' of Sequence 5, and let him assist you in completing the corresponding tasks and reduce your stress."

Then, a bronze door with mysterious patterns appeared in the coffin, and it was difficult to describe the specific feeling.

With a creak, the door cracked open.

A palm stretched out from the door, placed it on the crack of the door, and pulled it hard, causing a figure to jump out of the door.

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