paranoianovel Chapter 585 Bansie Telegraph Office
Chapter 585 Bansie Telegraph Office
Chapter 585 Bansie Telegraph Office
Bansi Island, West Sunia Sea.
It was afternoon when a thick fog suddenly and without warning enveloped the island, obscuring the entire island. Only the mountain peak in the center of the island peeked out from the white fog.
This island is known for its dramatic climate changes, often experiencing dense fog, storms, rain, snow, and so on, hence its nickname "weather museum."
The islanders, long accustomed to such climate changes, followed their old customs and retreated indoors, no longer venturing out. It was said that those who ventured outside during such times were likely to encounter accidents, disappear, and reappear as skeletons on the mountains or by the sea.
The island's indigenous people's worship of the "weather god" has long been banned by the Ruen government, and even later generations have forgotten the local language. However, this custom has been preserved and continues to this day.
"Tap, tap."
Footsteps slowly approached from the end of the fog-shrouded street. A red outline gradually emerged from the gray expanse. The outline grew clearer, the colors more vibrant, until it was fully revealed.
Lu Ze, dressed in a blood-red robe, stood expressionless, looking around in the mist.
"Your descendants are really doing poorly."
He muttered to himself, "The Soren and Einhorn families have at least risen to royalty, while they're stuck on this little island, oppressed by the Loen government, and even their own culture has been lost."
"Because what I need is for them to live, not to become conspicuous targets like the offspring of those two idiots."
Medici responded from inside his body with a light, mocking laugh.
The angel king felt little affection for his descendants. To him, their only value lay in serving as tools for his resurrection, ensuring their continued existence.
"As expected of the Red Angel, she is always so shameless."
Lu Ze praised exaggeratedly, glancing around, "So, where is your target?"
After parting ways with his fleet, he did not immediately go to Rune, but instead came to this place known as "the old name".
The island of "Pinsi".
Previously, during his battle with "Black Saint" Leomaster at the Ruins of the Gods, Luze had promised Medici that he would visit Bansie later in order to get Medici to lend him his power. Now that he was about to leave the sea, he wanted to keep his promise before that happened.
"Wait, let me feel it..."
Medici's spirituality emanated from within him, resonating with the thick fog. After a moment, he spoke, "Go left next; the person on this island with the closest blood connection to me is over there."
Lu Ze took a step forward.
"What do you plan to do after you find this person?"
He asked this question.
"Don't you know?"
Medici chuckled. "Of course, it's as a means of resurrection."
Now that things have come to this, His purpose is already very clear, and there is no point in hiding it anymore. It is better to speak frankly and openly.
"I haven't agreed to give you Einhorn's blood yet."
"Can't we at least do some preliminary preparations?" Luze said. The red angel spirit laughed lightly. "That way, when my contribution is enough to redeem my freedom from you, we can proceed with the ritual directly."
I won't let you out so easily.
Lu Ze thought to himself, but said aloud, "Then I wish you a speedy fulfillment of your wish."
Guided by Medici, he continued forward through the thick fog, constantly adjusting his direction, until finally stopping in front of a building. Looking up, he saw a Rune sign hanging on the building, which read:
Pansi Port Telegraph Office.
The heavy wooden door was tightly shut, and all the glass was dark, making it impossible to see what was inside.
Lu Ze frowned slightly.
He could vaguely smell a bloody odor from inside, and quickly determined from a professional perspective that it was the smell of human blood.
What are these Medici descendants up to?
"Thump, thump."
He reached out and knocked on the door.
"Who?"
A soothing female voice came from behind the door.
"Open the door."
Lu Ze said in an unquestionable tone.
"In this kind of weather, we can't open the door on the island."
The woman's voice behind the door sounded like a young person, but her speaking rhythm was very strange, completely unlike a normal person.
"Who are you?"
Lu Ze asked again.
"I am Melanie Demi, a telegraph operator from the telegraph office," the female voice said. "I am a normal woman with two eyes and one mouth."
I think a normal person wouldn't talk about themselves like that.
Lu Ze thought to himself.
Just then, he felt the smell of blood behind the door suddenly intensify, as if something else was approaching.
"I can be your witness."
Then a man's voice rang out, his tone and rhythm as strange as Melanie's: "I am Paavo Court, her colleague. There's nothing unusual here. You can't open the door. Please leave."
As the man spoke, some invisible force seemed to gather behind the door.
Lu Ze chuckled to himself.
"These are your descendants?"
He questioned Medici.
"There was probably a problem with the transmission of knowledge."
Medici replied casually, "But it doesn't matter, all I need is a body."
If even his ancestor didn't care, Lu Ze naturally wouldn't care either. So he simply raised his hand, and a dark shadow condensed into a sharp giant blade in his palm. He swung it diagonally downwards, and the heavy wooden door was instantly split in two.
"Boom!"
The wooden planks collapsed, and a strong stench of blood wafted out, immediately revealing the scene behind the door.
Inside the telegraph office, which was pitch black, a man and a woman stood stiffly in the middle of the hall. They both had fiery red hair and exquisite features. Although they were very good-looking, they possessed an eerie, inhuman quality, like some strange creatures wearing human skin.
On the floor behind the telegraph office lay half a mutilated human body and some cleanly removed white bones.
—A strong, pungent smell of blood emanated from them.
The man and woman looked at Lu Ze coldly and indifferently. The man was probably in his twenties, and the woman was even younger.
"I told you, no, open the door, no, come in."
The man spoke slowly and deliberately, his mouth opening and closing, crimson blood and bits of flesh spilling from between his teeth. The woman stared at Lu Ze with an equally grim expression. However, before they could even unleash their power, extreme fear surged across their faces.
Inside the dimly lit telegraph office, all the shadows suddenly came to life, pressing down with a heavy sense of decay and engulfing their bodies. The shadows were filled with the cries of countless desperate dead, frenzied and terrifying, threatening to utterly shatter their spirits!
The man and woman were submerged in shadow, their expressions blank, unable even to tremble.