Infinite Possession of Beauty

"Ok?"

John Schmidt looked at the weird mask that appeared in the sarcophagus, with a clearly confused expression on his face.

He came to Tonsberg for the purpose of the Cosmos Rubik's Cube, and he did not expect that there were other things in the sarcophagus.

"what is this?"

Turning his head, John Schmidt looked at the white-bearded old man 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 questioning, a strange look flashed in the old man's eyes, and he replied in a cold voice.

"I admire your tenacity, really." John Schmidt was not upset about this, his eyes swept over everything in the church and then stayed on a strange mural in front of him: "It's a pity , Your resistance has no meaning."

Across the body of the white-bearded old man, John Schmidt came to the mural, looking up and down at the mural in front of him.

The content of the murals carved is very complicated. It seems to be divided into three layers. At the top, there is a sculpture that looks like an island. There are a lot of war scenes in the middle, and the bottom is a lot of evil hell scenes.

John Schmidt frowned and stayed on 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 hadn't discovered it yet.

A few minutes later, he still didn't find the clue he needed. John Schmidt's expression grew colder, but he turned his head sternly, his eyes inadvertently noticed the strangeness of the scene described in the middle of the mural.

"I need fire."

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and John Schmidt yelled to the subordinates behind him without hesitation.

Upon hearing his order, another officer with the appearance of a deputy came to John Schmidt with a torch.

"Sir."

Reaching out to take the torch of his deputy, John Schmidt leaned it forward, illuminating a dim part of the fresco in front of him.

In the firelight, what was presented was a certain scene in the war. A figure dressed as a sacrificial ritual held up the object in his hand, controlling a large number of figures to resist the opposite attack.

John Schmidt glanced at the objects in the hands of the priest in the mural, then turned his head and glanced at the stone mask on the face of the corpse in the sarcophagus. A cold smile appeared on his original cold face: " It seems that besides Odin’s gem universe cube, there are other secrets hidden here."

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

Holding the torch, John Schmidt turned to the old man with white beard who had been guarding here, his face that had been cold and cold finally changed.

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

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

"I know you are not afraid of death, but are everyone the same as you?" John Schmidt moved his mouth and said with a cold face: "Perhaps you should think about the other people in this small town. There must be yours. Friends, or children living here, I don’t think you want to see them die because of you?"

As John Schmidt's voice fell, the machine that slammed the door of the church quickly turned and turned the muzzle of the gun to nearby houses.

Facing the threat from John Schmidt, the old man's breathing suddenly became hurried, and he was silent for a while before he replied: "Stone ghost face, the name of this mask is called stone ghost face."

"Stone Ghost Noodle?"

Frowning and silently repeating the name of the mask, John Schmidt then asked: "Then what is the role of this mask?"

"..."

Facing John Schmidt's questioning, this time the white-bearded old man obviously showed a silent attitude and was unwilling to answer again.

However, he seems to have forgotten, and sometimes silence also represents an answer.

Perceiving the old man’s appearance, John Schmidt’s mouth showed a disdainful smile, and he continued to ask: “Since you don’t want to answer more about the mask, then I’ll ask you another question. Tell me, the universe Where is the Rubik's Cube?"

"This is not a power that mortals can control."

"You don't have the qualifications to talk about it in front of me. If you want people in the small town to live, just tell me it's there."

Interrupting the content of the old man, John Schmidt threatened again.

John Schmidt's threat obviously played a role. Although the old man did not answer, his eyes had already quietly looked behind him.

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

"Uktra Hill."

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

Uktra Hill, also known as the Tree of the World, is a giant tree in Norse mythology. In Norse mythology, the branches of this tree constitute the entire world, and the places where the roots of the tree are deep represent the immortals. Palace, Giant Continent and Hell.At the same time, according to the content of the myth, under the roots of the tree there are Spring Hwagmir and a poisonous dragon "Nidhog" that constantly gnaws on the roots. It keeps biting the roots until one day when it can finally Break this giant tree, and the dusk of the gods will come.

He glanced 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 eye of the mural poisoned dragon "Nid Hogg", and then a box followed. It was shot out.Opening the box, the blue light emitted by the universe cube instantly illuminated the cold face of John Schmidt.

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

Closing the lid again, John Schmidt looked up at the white-bearded old man in front of him, and ordered without hesitation: "Order them to fire."

"You lied to me!"

Hearing what John Schmidt said, the old man with white beard's face suddenly changed.

"I have never promised like you that I will let them go."

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

In the next instant, the bullet shot through the old man's body.

However, the opponent did not fall down as he expected.

On the contrary, the old man lowered his head and glanced at the bullet hole on his body, then raised his head and opened his mouth to John Schmidt, exposing 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 evade, but the vigilant German soldiers did not hesitate to shoot and shoot down the elder who was on the ground.

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

Frowning, let the soldiers next to him step forward to suppress the opponent, but John Schmidt, who escaped from the dead, didn't have much angry expression on his face. He stepped forward to the old man and looked at the sharpness of his mouth. Fang looked down at the stone ghost face in his hand again, suddenly grinned, and said with a smile: "It seems that I have found the role of this mask..."

...

Oslo, Norway.

Affected by the atmosphere of war, the atmosphere of the formerly active capital became low. Men and women on the streets wore black clothes with low brim and pale faces. They sometimes revealed their worries and despair for the future while walking.The footsteps of the *** did not stop, the front of the ** continued to advance, and soon came to Oslo.

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

In fact, with the news of the defeat on the front line, he was already ready to escape from Norway.He sold his property and prepared to go to England.

However, the news from an old friend made him have to stop what he was doing.

"You are here too, old Edward."

With a short horn, a black car drove past the place where the old man stopped, lowered the window, and an equally old face appeared: "I thought you had fled to England."

"In fact, if Gail’s news takes one day at night, maybe I will no longer be in Norway." He opened his mouth and replied in his old voice. Old Edward looked at the old guy in the opposite car and asked: "Why, do you know the purpose of calling us here?"

"Not sure."

Shaking his head, the visitor glanced at the old castle in front of him with his dim eyes, and replied with a blank expression: "In fact, as far as I know, Gail is about to leave with us. Even his industry is ready to sell, but suddenly I don’t know why, but I stopped these actions again..."

"Anyway, I hope Gail called us over this time because of a good thing."

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

Hearing what the old Edward said, the old man on the other side poured cold water.

Hearing what the other party said, Old Edward couldn't help but sighed, indeed, just like what the other party said, what else could happen under the circumstances.

...

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 within the castle, many familiar figures gathered.

Old Edward looked at the people in front of him and found that most of them were just like himself, rich men or high-class nobles who were quite famous in Oslo.

"Old Edward, are you here too?"

At this moment, a plump figure with a beard noticed the old Edward, with a surprised expression on his face and greeted him."Didn't you all go to England?"

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

"I'm not so sure either."

Facing old Edward's question, the fat man couldn't help but shrugged: "When I came, there were already a lot of people here. Listening to them, they were all invited by Old Gal."

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

"Still not here."

Hearing the answer, old Edward's face showed a somewhat thoughtful look.

However, before he could figure out the meaning of it, he heard the fat man next to him start to say again: "Well, old Gail, this guy has finally come."

"Wait a minute, this is old Gail?!"

Perceiving the surprised tone of the man next to him, Old Edward immediately looked up, and immediately saw a middle-aged man with black hair and vigorous spirit appearing in the castle hall.

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

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the hall.

Old Edward opened his muddy eyes and stared at the middle-aged man in front of him. Among the people present, he had the closest relationship with the old Gail, so he also noticed that the middle-aged man in front of him was probably Gail.

Just why?!

Old Gail was obviously the same age as his own. Even when he was with each other once before, he was still wrinkled and old, why suddenly he did.

"Ahem~"

Seeing the noisy scene in front of him, the middle-aged man didn't speak any more, he just coughed slightly, and the noisy situation in front of him suddenly changed and quieted down.

Everyone turned their gazes to the middle-aged man in front of him, and in the end it was Old Edward who spoke and asked tremblingly: "Are you old Gail?"

"Of course." Facing old Edward's question, the middle-aged man nodded and admitted almost without hesitation.

After getting his answer, the hall that had been quiet in front of him immediately burst into noise again.

Before, although everyone had a lot of speculation, it was very impactful to really know the facts from the other party.

"What the hell is all this, why do you regain your youth, Gail!"

In the crowd, a voice older than the old Gail spoke. He stared at Gail in front of him, and asked with his hoarse voice tremblingly.

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

In consideration of a certain purpose, most of the people Gale invited were elders who had entered the final stage of life just like him in the past.It is precisely because of the similarity of the stages that he is more aware of the inner thoughts of these people.

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

"Because I met hope."