Chapter 312: Open Door

The entire Bansi harbor was deep in a thick fog, and at this moment, the people of Bansi reacted with extreme speed.

The moment the fog rose, everyone hid in the house closest to them; no one had to drive them, and they even habitually pulled strangers into their houses.

The strangers here mostly referred to outsiders; the locals of Bansi ran faster than anyone else.

"This has become a custom!" Chumen was also pacified inside the house by the owner of the restaurant, and he couldn't help but laugh and cry as he looked at the calmness on most people's faces.

"It is the Weather God who is angry! Unless you are from the Storm Church, it is best not to go outside." The restaurant owner came to Chumen's table to apologize.

"Since when has this custom of yours been passed down?" Chumen asked, looking at the dense fog outside the window where ordinary people could not see a meter away.

"About a thousand years, but in the last half-month, the frequency of dense fog has increased a lot; in the past, we might not have encountered it once a year." The restaurant owner was stunned for a moment, then replied.

"..." The timing matched perfectly; Chumen had nothing to say.

If he threw the Death Uniqueness here, there would always be some aura leaking, and the "City of Calamity" was also very good at creating loopholes.

"Then you won't encounter this situation in the future." Chumen said something that left the restaurant owner confused.

"Let's go." Chumen and Amanises walked out of the restaurant without attracting anyone's attention.

"Is this the leaking aura of the 'City of Calamity'?" Amanises walked in the dense fog, suddenly reaching out as if grabbing a dark red gas from the mist.

And after she extracted this wisp of gas, the fog throughout Bansi dropped a level.

"Fourth Pillar?" Amanises stared at the wisp of aura in her hand, her eyes slightly narrowed.

"Stop!" Chumen directly crushed the wisp of dark red aura in Amanises's hand.

He was saving Medici; otherwise, he would have to die at least once more.

The intelligence on the "Fourth Pillar" was naturally shared by Chumen to the Dream Council; sharing intelligence and helping each other was the principle of the Dream Council, so he naturally wouldn't hide it.

It was just that this "Fourth Pillar" was a bit evil; it was still a long time before the destruction of the universe, so there was no need to consider it.

"Leave a way for Medici to live; he has already died once." Chumen had a headache and hurriedly persuaded her.

"Wasn't that the original intention of you setting up that 'End' chair?" Amanises asked; among the symbols of the five chairs in the Dream Council, there was "End".

"No, I didn't, don't imagine things." Chumen denied it three times.

Amanises continued to walk forward, noncommittal to Chumen's words.

"Thump!"

The two continued to walk in the dense fog until several human heads the size of watermelons came walking by their side, thumping along like rubber balls.

These heads even carried an esophagus that hadn't fallen off, and mold spots grew on their faces, dripping with yellow-green liquid.

Some of these heads were floating in the air as if looking for something; Chumen didn't feel disgusted, but stepped forward to observe them carefully, and finally pointed a finger, turning all the heads into Dream Bubbles, which dissipated without a trace.

The two continued to move forward until they arrived at a telegraph office, and Chumen stepped forward and knocked on the door lightly.

"Who is it?" A female voice with no emotional color came from inside.

"A passerby, wanting to go in to avoid this dense fog." Chumen spoke entirely in accordance with the local customs.

"We cannot open the door here." Another man's voice came out, refusing to open the door.

This was also the custom here; one could not open the door when the dense fog covered everything, otherwise, one would encounter very terrible things.

"Then can you send a telegram for me?" Chumen raised an eyebrow and asked again.

"..." The man's voice replied, "You can."

"Good, the content is..." Chumen revealed a mischievous smile.

"I see you."

The telegraph office suddenly fell into dead silence, and no response came out again.

Chumen didn't care about anything else, walked straight up, twisted the lock lightly, and pushed the door open.

Hum!

The dense fog surrounding all of Bansi boiled at this moment, surging toward the door Chumen opened like a flood, as if trying to stop Chumen from pushing the door.

"I'm coming in!" Chumen shouted and pushed the door open directly.

Boom!

The whole of Bansi shook violently as if there were an earthquake, but it was just this one time; the dense fog of the whole Bansi dissipated, and the leaden clouds in the sky were also shaken away.

At this moment, the telegraph office suddenly blurred and was replaced by a giant city located in a desert. The door Chumen opened was no longer the door of the telegraph office, but the city gate of the giant city, which was dozens of meters high.

Rumble!

The city gate was overwhelmed, and because of the struggle between two unimaginable existences, it was about to collapse.

"Be careful, don't break the door." Chumen kindly reminded, and then really pushed the big door open.

With a soft hum, the big door turned back into the door of the telegraph office, and all the visions disappeared.

And Chumen and Amanises walked into the telegraph office one after another, then gentlemanly closed the door.

The strange patterns on Jiedeer's body and face, who had cut a hole in the space barrier, shook slightly, pulsing as if they had life.

"You follow me in!" Jiedeer suddenly looked at the Bishop and priests of the God of War Church on the other side.

"Yes!" These people did not dare to defy the will of this lord.

Wisps of Dawn Armor bloomed on Jiedeer's body, falling onto these people and bestowing upon them the blessing of an Angel.

"Go!" Jiedeer walked into the space crack first, bearing the surging death aura.

This place was completely another world; the vast death aura impacted the Dawn aura that Jiedeer had sprinkled, as if echoing with the black patterns on his body.

He stepped on a piece of land that had completely lost its vitality, and vaguely, a group of buildings could be seen in the distance.

The Dawn Armor gradually spread, bringing pure light to this world; borrowing this light, Jiedeer could see the general appearance of the building complex.

The architectural style of the building complex was extremely ancient, as if it still carried the asymmetrical beauty of the Solomon Empire.

"It is the residence of the Medici Family!" This "Honorary Angel" naturally knew whose territory Bansi was at the very beginning, and after seeing this group of buildings here, he also felt that it should have been this way.

And very soon, this Angel discovered the emblem of the Medici Family on the building complex.

"The Medici Family were the earliest residents of Bansi, and they gradually withdrew from here after the Trensost Empire was established."

"Then the age of this Space must be immeasurable." Jiedeer's expression was heavy.

In the Beyonder world, the saying "the older, the more dangerous" is not entirely accurate, but thinking about it from another angle: could he handle a danger that even the entire Medici Family could not resist?