Chapter 188 Mural

"Um?"

John Schmidt looked at the strange mask that appeared in the sarcophagus, with an obviously puzzled expression on his face.

The purpose of his coming to the town of Tonsberg was for the Cosmic Cube, and he did not expect that there was something else in the sarcophagus.

"What's this?"

Turning his head, John Schmidt looked at the old man with a white beard behind him and asked in a deep voice.

"Do you think I will tell you? You don't want to know anything from me."

Facing John Schmidt's question, a strange look flashed in the old man's eyes, and then he replied coldly.

"I appreciate your tenacity, really." John Schmidt was not angry about this. His eyes swept over everything in the church and then stopped at a strange mural in front of him: "It's a pity. , your resistance has no meaning."

Looking past the body of the old man with a white beard, John Schmidt came to the mural, raised his head and looked up and down at the mural in front of him.

The content of the mural carvings is very complicated. It seems to be divided into three layers. An island-like carving hangs at the top, a large number of war scenes are carved in the middle, and the bottom layer depicts a large number of evil hell scenes.

John Schmidt frowned and stayed at the carved mural in front of him for a long time. He had a hunch in his heart that the mural in front of him seemed to hide a very important secret, but he had not discovered it yet.

After a few minutes, he still couldn't find the clues he needed. John Schmidt's expression became colder. He turned his head with a stern face, but his eyes inadvertently noticed the strangeness of the scene described in the middle of the mural.

"I need fire."

With a slightly raised corner of his mouth, John Schmidt shouted to his subordinates behind him without hesitation.

Upon hearing his order, another deputy-looking officer immediately came to John Schmidt's side holding a torch.

"Sir."

Reaching out to take the torch from his deputy, John Schmidt leaned it forward and illuminated a dim part of the mural in front of him.

In the firelight, what was shown was a certain scene in the war. A figure dressed like a priest held up the object in his hand and controlled a large number of figures to resist the attack from the opposite side.

John Schmidt glanced at the items held by the priests in the mural, then turned to look at the stone mask covering the face of the corpse in the sarcophagus. A cold smile appeared on his originally cold face: " It seems that besides Odin’s treasure, the Cosmic Cube, there are other secrets hidden here.”

"Tell me, what exactly is this mask?!"

John Schmidt held the torch, turned around and came to the old man with a white beard who had been guarding here. The originally cold expression on his face finally changed.

"I told you, I won't tell you anything."

Facing John Schmidt, the old man remained expressionless and silent.

"I know you are not afraid of death, but are everyone the same as you?" John Schmidt raised the corners of his lips and said with a cold face: "Maybe you should think about the other people in this town, and you must be among them. Friends, or children living here, I assume you don’t want to see them die because of you?”

As John Schmidt's words fell, the machine that opened the church door in front of him quickly rotated, turning the muzzle towards nearby houses.

Facing the threat from John Schmidt, the old man's breathing suddenly became rapid. He was silent for a while before replying: "Stone Ghost Face, the name of this mask is Stone Ghost Face."

"Stone Ghost Face?"

Frowning and silently repeating the name of the mask, John Schmidt then asked: "So what exactly does this mask do?"

"..."

Facing John Schmidt's questioning, the old man with the white beard obviously showed a silent attitude this time and was unwilling to answer any more.

However, he seemed to have forgotten that sometimes silence also represents an answer.

Sensing the old man's appearance, John Schmidt had a disdainful smile on his face.

He continued to press: "Since you are unwilling to answer more about the mask, then I will ask you another question. Tell me, where is the Cosmic Cube?"

"This is a power that no mortal can control."

"You are not qualified to speak in front of me. If you want the people in this town to survive, just tell me where it is."

Interrupting the old man's content, John Schmidt made another threat.

John Schmidt's threat obviously had an effect. Although the old man did not answer, his eyes had quietly looked behind him.

Noticing the other person's gaze, John Schmidt turned his head and immediately noticed another mural on the wall.

"Yectrasil."

Seeing the mural behind him, John Schmidt immediately blurted out its name.

Uggdrasil, also known as the World Tree, is a giant tree in Norse mythology. In Norse mythology, the branches of this giant tree constitute the entire world. The places where its roots are deeply rooted represent the immortals. Palace, Giant Continent and Hell. At the same time, according to the content of the myth, there is also the spring Hwagmir under the tree root and a poisonous dragon "Nidhogg" that keeps eating the tree root. It keeps biting the tree root until one day when it finally can Bite this giant tree apart, and the Twilight of the Gods will come.

His eyes swept over the mural in front of him. Because of his previous experience, John Schmidt quickly discovered the weirdness of the mural in front of him. He reached out and pressed the eyes of the poisonous dragon "Nidhogg" in the mural, and then a box appeared. Bounced out of it. Opening the box, the blue light emitted by the Cosmic Cube instantly illuminated John Schmidt's cold face.

"With such a treasure, the head of state actually sent people to dig in the desert."

After closing the lid again, John Schmidt looked up at the old man with the white beard in front of him and ordered without hesitation: "Order them to fire."

"You lied to me!"

Hearing John Schmidt's words, the white-bearded old man's expression suddenly changed.

"I never promised you that I would let them go."

Reaching out to pick up the stone ghost face in the sarcophagus, John Schmidt turned to look at the old man in front of him, took out his pistol without hesitation, and pulled the trigger.

The next moment, a bullet penetrated the old man's body.

However, the opponent did not fall as he expected.

On the contrary, the old man looked down at the bullet holes on his body, then raised his head and opened his mouth to John Schmidt, showing his sharp fangs, and suddenly rushed towards him.

"What?!"

Seeing the old man rushing towards him, John Schmidt's face suddenly showed a shocked expression.

Bang bang bang——

Fortunately, although John Schmidt had no time to dodge, the vigilant German soldiers on the side did not hesitate to shoot, shooting the approaching old man to the ground.

Countless bullets hit the old man's body, but he still struggled to stand up again.

Frowning, he asked the soldiers beside him to step forward to suppress the other man. John Schmidt, who had escaped from death, did not have much angry expression on his face. He stepped forward and came to the old man, staring at the sharp teeth in his mouth. Jian Ya looked down at the stone ghost mask in his hand again, suddenly grinned, and said with a smile: "It seems that I have found the function of this mask..."

…

Norway, Oslo.

Affected by the war atmosphere, the atmosphere in this formerly lively capital has become gloomy. Men and women on the streets are wearing black clothes, with the brim of their hats pressed low, and their faces are pale. They often reveal worry and despair about the future as they walk. The footsteps of the Communist Party did not stop, the Japanese front continued to advance, and would soon arrive in Oslo.

Driving to a quiet old castle, the white-haired old man in the car lowered the brim of his hat, looked up at the dark castle in front of him, and frowned subconsciously.

In fact, as news of the defeat on the front line came, he had already made preparations to escape from Norway. He sold his property and prepared to go to England.

However, the news from his old friend forced him to stop what he was doing.

"You're here too, old Edward."

Accompanied by a brief horn sound, a black car drove past where the old man stopped, lowered the window, and an equally old face was revealed: "I thought you had fled to England."

"In fact, if the news about Gale had been one day later, maybe I would no longer be in Norway." He opened his mouth and answered with his old voice. Old Edward looked at the old guy in the opposite car and asked: "Why, do you know the purpose of Gale calling us here?"

"Not sure."

Shaking his head, the visitor glanced at the castle in front of him with his dim eyes, and replied with a blank expression: "In fact, as far as I know, Gale was about to leave just like us. Even his properties were ready to be sold off, but suddenly, for some unknown reason, they stopped these actions..."

"Anyway, I hope Gale called us here this time for a good reason."

"Under the current situation, I don't think anything good will happen."

Hearing what Old Edward said, the old man opposite poured cold water on him.

After hearing what the other party said, Old Edward couldn't help but sigh. It was indeed as the other party said. Under the current situation, what good things could happen.

…

The two people outside the castle walked into the castle one after another, but were immediately surprised by the scene inside the castle.

I saw that there were quite a few familiar figures gathered inside the castle.

Old Edward looked at the people in front of him and found that most of them were like himself, well-known rich men or upper-class nobles in Oslo.

"Old Edward, you're actually here too?"

At this time, a chubby figure with a beard noticed old Edward and went up to greet him with a surprised expression on his face. "Haven't you already gone to England?"

"Actually, I should have been on my way to England." He lowered his hat brim and answered the other party's question. Old Edward glanced at the people in the castle, and then lowered his voice to face the fat man in front of him. The man asked, "What is all this about?"

"I'm not so sure either."

Facing Old Edward's inquiry, the slightly fat man couldn't help but shrugged: "When I came, there were already a lot of people here. From what they said, Old Gale invited them here."

"Old Gael's invitation?" After a moment of silence, Old Edward continued to ask: "What about the old Gael?"

"Still not here."

After hearing the answer, Old Edward showed a somewhat thoughtful look on his face.

However, before he could figure out what it meant, he heard the fat man next to him start to say again: "Okay, this guy Old Gale is finally here."

"Wait a minute, this is Old Gale?!"

Sensing the surprised tone of the man next to him, Old Edward immediately looked up, and then he saw a middle-aged man with black hair and energetic appearance appearing in the hall of the castle.

The man looked young, but many people in the castle who were familiar with Old Gale quickly recognized him. The middle-aged man in front of him looked and looked exactly the same as Old Gale when he was young in the past.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the hall.

Old Edward opened his cloudy eyes and stared at the middle-aged man in front of him. Among the people present, he had the closest relationship with Old Gale, so he realized that the middle-aged man in front of him was probably Gale.

Just, why? !

Old Gale is obviously about the same age as himself. Even when he was with him before, he still looked like an old man with wrinkles on his face. Why did he suddenly...

"Ahem~"

Looking at the noisy scene in front of him, the middle-aged man did not say anything. He just coughed slightly, and the noisy situation in front of him suddenly changed and became quiet.

Everyone turned their attention to the middle-aged man in front of them, and finally Old Edward spoke, tremblingly asking: "Are you Old Gale?"

"Of course." Faced with Old Edward's question, the middle-aged man nodded and admitted without hesitation.

After receiving his reply, the originally quiet hall in front of him immediately erupted into noise again.

Although everyone had a lot of speculation before, it was still very shocking to actually know the facts from the other party.

"What is all this about? Why did you regain your youth again, Gale!"

In the crowd, a voice that was older than the old Gale spoke. He stared at Gale in front of him and asked in a trembling voice with his hoarse voice.

Not only him, but everyone in the hall had the same doubts in their hearts.

For some purpose, most of the people Gale invited were old men who were entering the final stage of their lives like him in the past. It was precisely because of the similarity in stages that he had a better understanding of the inner thoughts of these people.

Looking across the old faces in front of him, Old Gale shouted to them in an almost fanatical tone:

"Because, I met hope."