The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

Many people in the world are troubled by choices.

But little do they 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 that established route, whether it is happiness or pain.

Now there is only one way left before Namor.

Unfortunately, he does not have the power of choice. If he wants to save Atlantis, he can only go deep into this twisted underworld city.

Although the intuition hidden deep in his brain has issued hysterical warnings, the biological instinct is always driving his body to stay away from this twisted and ominous netherworld city.

"Breathe...breathe..."

Namor took deep breaths repeatedly to calm himself down, then held the Poseidon Trident tightly and said to himself: "There is no retreat and no time, no matter what is inside, I will save Atlantis!"

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However, when he finally dispelled his fear and turned around to check on the man, he found... that he was missing!

“Thank you so much?!!!”

Namor swore loudly and opened his eyes wide to look for the missing man.

As a result, he saw a scene that drove him crazy. He didn't know when the man had reached the edge of the city. He seemed to be in a daze as he slowly walked into the twisted city.

The huge stone steps covered with green moss look like a monster's tongue sticking out, and the man seems to be walking into the beast's mouth.

"Damn it, I didn't notice it!"

Namor cursed secretly in his heart and shouted: "Come back quickly, don't go in alone!"

But unfortunately, the man seemed not to hear his call and walked straight into the twisted city, his back gradually disappearing from sight.

"Farke! Farke! Farke!"

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

From the beginning to the end, it didn't help at all. Instead, it continued to hold them back, and almost killed them in the front.

But out of anger, Namor still jumped from the high rock wall.

When stepping on the land of this city, the green moss that grew wantonly brought a strange slippery touch, which made Namor couldn't help but frown, with a trace of disgust and disgust in his eyes.

"Damn it, hasn't this place been cleaned in thousands of years?" Namor used his trident to scrape off a piece of moss, and when he saw that green mucus was still dripping on it, his stomach suddenly turned upside down, and he threw it away in disgust, cursing.

road.

After close contact, the twisted architectural 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 were obviously not meant for people to climb. Each step had a drop of about ten meters, equivalent to the height of several floors of a building. It was hard for him to imagine what kind of huge creature would use such a huge step.

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Namor kept kicking and jumping, and soon reached 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 and vines grow wantonly, exuding a disgusting smell.

Green slime.

The stones piled up on the road seemed smooth at first, but when he took a closer look, he found that they looked uneven.

The strange and unpredictable edges of the stones seemed to affect human vision. After looking at them for a long time, Namor's stomach churns. He felt inexplicably irritable and had to force his eyes away to observe other things.

A green stone monument stands directly under the arch.

Tanisuke

Namor saw no trace of the man. However, there were sunken footprints on the moss next to the stone monument, which extended deep into the city. It was obvious that he had entered.

"Has he seen this stone monument?" Namor found that the footprints under the stone monument were very messy, and it seemed that he had stopped for a while.

So without thinking, he walked directly to the foot of the stone monument, raised his head and observed it carefully.

There is a relief painting on the stele, but the strange thing is that the technique and style are very unique and do not follow any sculpture school.

On the dozens of meters square stone tablet covered with moss and moss, a hideous-looking crouching monster was clearly visible.

When he first saw the stone tablet, Namor thought it was some kind of X-sect totem. After all, this kind of situation was not uncommon. However, after he took a closer look, he found that the relief of this stone tablet was different.

The overall techniques used in it are extremely abstract and magical.

It can even be said that it combines reality and fantasy in an almost magical way.

Using extremely morbid and crazy talents, he sewed together an octopus brain with writhing tentacles, a two-winged dragon covered with scales, and swollen and twisted human limbs into such a terrifying monster.

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

Wave-like twisting lines hover at the monster's feet, like whirlpools and waves rolled up by the sea. Directly above the monster, minimalist lines are used to depict star patterns, and thorn-like thorns surround the monster.

The objects and stone pillars also look like a simplified version of the city in front of you.

"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 hint at something that would happen in the future.

"And this ancient writing..."

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

Just from the incomplete writing and the style of this ancient city, he couldn't guess the approximate age.

Six thousand years? Seven thousand years? Or... ten thousand years ago?

No...perhaps even earlier. It is simply countless times older than the Great Temple of Atlantis.

Namor's pupils shrank suddenly. He saw traces of what appeared to be the Cambrian period on the moss-covered stone tablet. They were fossils of the Ediacaran biota, which were at least hundreds of millions of years old.

The age of this undersea city may be earlier than the birth of mankind.

"Gudong..."

Namor swallowed, he was being watched secretly.

So he cautiously raised his head and cast his gaze on this city, which was full of distortion and madness.

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

There was a sudden noise in his ears, which made Namor have a splitting headache. He couldn't help but kneel on the ground, and dug his hands into the roots of his hair. The veins on his forehead popped out, his pupils were filled with bloodshot eyes, and his lips were uncontrollable.

The content of that ancient text is revealed:

"Sugru, Magnafor, Cthulhu, R'lyeh, Uganagore, Futan."

"Sugru, Magnafor, Cthulhu, R'lyeh, Uganagore, Futan."

"Sugru, Magnafor, Cthulhu, R'lyeh, Uganagore, Futan."

After reciting it three times in a row, Namor's eyes were blurred. The content of this prayer was clearly imprinted in his mind, and he automatically translated it into human words: "In his palace R'lyeh, Lord Cthulhu sleeps.

You are in a dream."