The Master of the Strange Realm

"Of course I know that."

Jenkins snorted and ignored him. He walked to the cabinet, grabbed the handle hard, pushed it inward first, and then pulled it hard outward.

Banglang~

The sound of the cabinet hitting the buckle on the edge was clearly audible. Jenkins judged the position of the buckle and lock through the sound, sent the fire of grace through the gap, melted the buckle and lock, and then completely smoked out the morgue. out.

Because of the great force, it was even pulled directly to the ground by Jenkins, so Jenkins directly noticed that the back of the cabinet was not blocked. In other words, the back of the cabinet is definitely not the wall.

He controlled the flames to enter the hole after the cabinet was pulled out, and then lowered his waist to look inside.

In the unexpectedly wide mine cave, inside the cabinet, a corpse stared at Jenkins while lying on its stomach.

"Ah~"

Although not one for the faint of heart, this scene still startled Jenkins. He jerked back, then realized it was just a corpse, not scary.

He lowered his head again and looked towards the empty space without cabinets. He saw a corpse huddled in the narrow passage, with scratch marks on the side walls.

"He was trapped behind the morgue, so there was something behind it."

He stretched out his hand to pull out the dried body, and then climbed in along the hole. Not long after climbing, the front suddenly became clear. Jenkins emerged from the hole and found himself in the mine.

"That's it! I guessed it right."

"So Mr. Candle is missing."

The magic lady at the table pointed at the scenery on the table and said.

"He went deeper into the ground, which is not considered a hospital, so things there will not appear in the set."

Mr. Corpse explained, then looked at the four wooden sculptures on the table.

"Our story has been stalled for too long, what on earth are you going to do now?"

"Is it still necessary to continue playing?"

Mr. White Cat asked, shrugging his shoulders, "Now that almost everything is clear, there is no need for us to continue playing."

"If we don't proceed to the end of the story, then no one can leave here. Please continue. Now that strangers appear and disappear, and aftershocks follow one after another, what on earth are the four remaining explorers going to do?"

The four people at the table looked at each other. As things have developed now, no one is in the mood to continue playing.

"The explorers are tired of things here because of the dangers and frequent earthquakes, and they are ready to leave directly."

Mr. Hood said, then added:

"I know that the letter is a forgery. There should indeed be an underground boiler room behind the main building, but it is most likely a trap, so I won't explore it. The explorers are going home to rest. Everything that happened today was a bit too exciting. What they need now is a warm bedroom."

"Okay, so explorers..."

Squeak~

The loud sound of the door opening interrupted Mr. Corpse's words. Everyone was frightened and looked towards the door. But the door only opened a crack, but no one was seen coming in, so it was closed immediately.

"What happened again?"

From a common sense point of view, the story is still going on, and it is impossible for outsiders to invade the room in any way.

"I don't know...Oh, now I know."

Not only Miss Magic knew about it, everyone saw a white cat suddenly jump from the seat where Mr. Candle was pulled away, onto the table, and then lay on the table belonging to Mr. Candle with a bored expression on his face. It was obviously this cat that came in through the door just now.

It was raining and thundering outside, and the temperature was a little cold. The cat wanted to come in and warm up. It knew that Jenkins would come back to find it.

"This is Mr. Candle's cat. It seems to be named Vanilla. Why didn't he take the cat away?"

At this moment, everyone subconsciously ignored why the cat could open the door from the outside.

"Maybe Mr. Candle knew that he was going to do something dangerous, so he left the pet at the door. We can take care of it for him and return it to him when he comes back. This will give us a chance to ask what happened underground. "

Mr. Hood said, while Hathaway looked at Vanilla with wide eyes. At a certain moment just now, she saw the shadow of chocolate on the cat. Jenkins' cat left a deep impression on her. The cat's spirituality was something other cats could not imitate.

"The explorers were ready to leave. They carefully avoided the tall buildings in the hospital to prevent being injured by falling masonry. The white mist seemed to be absorbing their strength. Even if the hospital did not receive rain like in the city, they were still Feeling that the journey was difficult, the explorers arrived at the door of the hospital and were ready to leave. "

"Leave now, leave immediately."

Hathaway said.

"The sailor, noble lady, baroness and merchant's daughter came to the gate. The moment they raised their feet to take a step forward, dizziness struck everyone. You need to throw an additional [Will] judgment that increases the value by 100. , if you fail, you will lose control of the four explorers."

There was silence in the room for a while, the only clear sounds were the crackling of the fire in the fireplace and the thunderstorm outside.

"If the value increases by 100, doesn't it mean that it will definitely fail?"

Hathaway suddenly slammed the table and said through gritted teeth.

"Yeah, but that's what it is."

Mr. Corpse answered her and pointed to the dice, "No Mr. Candle will come to refute me this time, and the magical writer is gone, please roll the dice."

Section 1350 Chapter 1327 Ancient Revival (11/11)

"I refute that this is not in line with common sense. When something like this happens, you, the storyteller, should explain the whole story!"

Miss Magic followed up and winked at the others, who immediately echoed her, and the room was filled with doubts for a while.

"No problem, I can explain... The explorers didn't notice that the land under their feet had long been deeply soaked by the power from ancient times. Under the deserted lawns and paths, a huge thought energy device composed of human blood and scratches has been affecting everyone in the hospital.

Before the thought energy device was activated by the user, the four explorers did not escape from here like the lucky writer. When the device is activated by the user, they need to use miracles to keep themselves from being controlled. Now please throw."

Mr. Corpse pointed to the dice on the table. It was obvious that none of the character cards of all the people present had reached the full value of 100 in the [Will] ability. So no matter how to throw, the number thrown can only be greater than the ability value, which is bound to fail.

"Meow~"

The cat called softly, but unfortunately no one cared about it. It looked at the statues on the table and planned to save Brianna Michael in its own way.

"What is this?"

Mr. Hood suddenly pointed to the table setting. Near the back of the hospital courtyard, the table quickly bulged, which meant that something wanted to come out from underground.

The answer came out soon. As Nolan in the real world trembled again, the wooden statue representing Mr. Candle came out of the ground like a steam bomb thrown out. He flew diagonally to the small building on the side and hit the wall heavily before stopping.

Then he didn't care about healing himself, he stood up and ran towards the door of the hospital. And just where he flew out of the mud, a bigger mound of earth rose faster. Mr. Corpse explained word by word:

"The owner of the great Tamil underground palace, the god of war in ancient times, the ancient who awakened from a long sleep, the last survivor of the Titans, he woke up."

The wind and rain were howling outside the window, and lightning struck with a click. The dazzling white light illuminated the table in the room and the gray giant hand that stretched out from the ground. The bracelet on the arm was decorated in an ancient and simple way. It was a creature from the mythological era, and it was an ancient from the mythological era. All this was not something that mortals of this era could imagine.

The whole table was shaking, as if someone was shaking it constantly. The four men of Mr. Hood immediately stood up and moved away from the table. Then they saw the second giant hand also stretched out from the ground. As the table shook more and more, a head without hair emerged from the ground, followed by a neck and a body.

It took only half a minute for the complete Titan to crawl out from the ground.

Even for the four people who were still playing the game, the Titan was just a wooden sculpture on the table. But the muscle lines and strange face still made them unable to help but look away.

But the most frightening thing about this creature from ancient mythology was that the skin and flesh on his body were just hanging there, and they could vaguely see the black sticky mud flowing under the skin and flesh.

He had died and fallen long ago. This was a fallen Titan.

"Roar~"

The Titan roared to the sky, and a huge roar came from the window. The four people looked there at the same time. If Jenkins was here, he would understand that the source of the sound was the direction of the real abandoned hospital.

Everyone's skin was covered with goose bumps because of the sound. That roar did not carry any extraordinary power, but the memory passed down in human blood will never forget the fear of being dominated by giants in the distant mythological era.

This has nothing to do with instinct, it is memory, it is inheritance, it is part of history, it is an indelible shadow in human blood. The era when gods walked the world wantonly has long ended, and the glory of the ancient era has also been buried in the dust of history. The extraordinary is hidden in the shadows, and the glory of human civilization is scattered all over the world, illuminating this era.

But in this era of steam full of changes, in this era where the extraordinary and sacred have long disappeared, the giants from ancient times crawled out of the soil.

"I can't imagine what the situation is in the hospital now."

When Mr. White Cat spoke, he tried to suppress his fear. He had to admit that he was really scared because of the simple roar, and he didn't feel ashamed because of it, because fear almost occupied him.

"Some time ago it was a dragon, and now it's a Titan. Is Nolan really hopeless?"

Although Mr. Hood was standing, he pressed one hand on the table, and that hand was trembling slightly.

"In this era, we can actually encounter the resurrected Titan! The story of the ancient mythological era actually happened in 1867 of the 18th era! God, please protect me!"

Miss Magic prayed rarely. Everyone knew that she rarely did this after knowing her for so long.

"Is Mr. Candle okay?"

Hathaway fell into her chair and looked at the table worriedly. She tried to move her eyes away from the Titan sculpture, which really made her feel fear from the bottom of her heart.

"Roll the dice to determine whether your explorer will be mind-controlled."

Mr. Corpse reminded.

"You are actually a Titan!"

Mr. White Cat made a hysterical cry. Of all the people here, he was the most affected by the fact that Titan appeared.

"I am only part of the great Titan's mind, not all of him."

Mr. Demigod Corpse said calmly.

"Tell us all about the Titans, this is part of the story, tell us!"

Mr. Hood said in a very unsteady tone. He was trying to suppress his anger and fear, both of which were strange emotions that filled his heart.

"The cataclysm at the end of the third era destroyed the Titans, and a few lucky ones hid deep underground, waiting for the opening of the fourth era. But not everyone can wake up in the fourth era. While 'I' was sleeping underground, I was invaded by the evil power in the underground abyss. I died in a dream, but I was resurrected by absorbing more terrifying power, but I was restricted to that land with no freedom.

I have been underground for nearly ten thousand years and finally absorbed all the power. It was an era older than the Titans. The remaining power of the evil beings defeated by the gods absorbed this power. I can't let my body leave here, and I can't even leave my mind. "

Chapter 1351 Chapter 1328 The Ancient One Seeking Miracles

The inside of the game room is much more comfortable than the stormy Nolan City outside. But because of Mr. Corpse's voice, the other four people couldn't help but tremble.

"Thousands of years of struggle have made me weaker and weaker, but this has also given me the opportunity to break free from the seal of the gods. Decades ago, I built a thinking device, which allowed my mind to leave this land for the first time. I planned For many years, I controlled a benefactor who occasionally set foot on the land, and used his identity to guide the establishment of a hospital here, leading people to discover the mines, constantly increasing the number of people under my control, and constantly weakening the seal. As for the curse of the hospital, it is just that. Just an unintended consequence of my power.”

"So what happened today..."

"The attempt more than ten years ago failed. I attracted the attention of the Zhengshen Church too early. Even after that, I convened a gathering of some gifted people in the name of Mr. Corpse and took the opportunity to seize their bodies. It was impossible to use Huge manpower and material resources were used to launch a large-scale ceremony to break the seal, but this city was chosen by the end of the era. As long as there is a suitable opportunity, I don't need to break the seal openly, but wait for a miracle to happen.

The miracle I chose is this game. Your explorers will serve as sacrifices and start the ritual to rescue me. Even if many of the conditions are not met, this is a game of dice, where luck is a matter of luck rather than reasonableness.

Roll the dice to see if I will control your mind. "

"Absolutely no throwing! Once the ceremony begins, we will be Nolan's sinners!"

Mr. Hood said loudly, and then picked up the rule book of the game:

"Apply for halftime, the game process is too tiring, we need to rest."

"The application is invalid!"

Mr. Corpse stretched out his hand and pushed forward, as if he was hit by an invisible force. Black viscous liquid leaked from his ears, mouth and nose, but it didn't seem to be serious. After all, this was not the real body of the Titan.

"I can't arbitrarily change what you call a Class B incident, but being responsible for commentary is a core rule. Resting is not a core rule. I can stop it. Now, my body is an eighth-level human demigod. How are you going to fight me."

A steady stream of black muddy water fell from his sleeves to the ground. The black muddy water climbed and flowed out in all directions like a living monster. The magical lady standing beside him screamed and wanted to retreat, but found that her body was out of control.

"The roar just now actually has psychological implications. With Mr. Corpse's ability, he can control you without a mental device. Now, roll the dice."

He said this, and then the four people sat back on their seats uncontrollably. The expressions of the four of them were all ferocious, but their bodies just couldn't be controlled.

The dice were now in Hathaway's hands, so she was the first to get the two heavy dice.

"Bryony~"

The red-haired girl shouted in her heart, using her spirit and love to forcefully resist the movement of her body. She succeeded for at least a second, because her hand clearly showed signs of retreating, but it was only for a moment.

That second was so long, and in Hathaway's opinion, the movement of reaching out was the most painful few seconds she had ever experienced. The sound of wind and rain outside the window was infinitely amplified, and the shaking of the aftershocks was clearly felt.

Her concentration at that moment even broke her own limits, allowing her soul to sublime and touch the edge of level six (note).

But she wished she could die now, at least that would save Bryony Mihail.

"God, if you heard my voice..."

"Meow~"

The cat's meow even overwhelmed the thunder and rain at that moment. The cat's meow was unremarkable, but it brought a more terrifying effect than the Titan's meow. The glass of the window exploded with a bang. Fortunately, the space here was different from the physical world, so the strong wind did not blow in. There were only faint cracks on the tablescape, and Mr. Corpse spat out a mouthful of black mucus again. He made a choking sound of "Oh~oh~" and stretched out his hand to pinch his own throat.

The four controlled people immediately regained their control. Hathaway screamed and stood up immediately, hiding behind the white cat Vanilla with the others.

"This cat..."

It was difficult to determine whether Mr. Corpse was alive or dead, so Vanilla screamed and did not kill him. He spit out black water from his mouth while looking at the cat standing on the table. Now he was the only one still sitting in the room.