I Am Breaking the Dimensional Wall In the Lord of Mysteries

Xifa only felt the arm holding the gun become cold, and his hand was involuntarily lifted up and slapped on the wall.

Only then did he see clearly that a chef's boning knife had scratched his arm and nailed the sleeve to the cabin's wooden wall.

He hurriedly held the boning knife with his other hand, trying to pull it out, when a sharp voice sounded in his ears. Behind the fallen footman, a thin man wearing a chef's hat rushed forward.

The cook on this ship had been silent just now, and had been standing behind Jack, and did not launch an attack until now.

Under the light of the lantern, Xifa saw his bloodshot eyes, his distorted facial features, and his sharp white teeth, like a beast that wanted to devour people!

The chef rushed to Xifa in an instant.

Xifa's head went blank with a buzz, but his body responded by itself. The hand holding the boning knife slammed hard, pulled the knife out of the wooden wall, and hit the chef's face directly with the handle.

Amidst the dull impact, Sifer saw the chef's head tilted back, his face was blooming, and blood sprayed from his nose.

But instead of making the chef fearful and retreating, it made him respond in a stressful way.

The thin man whose chef's hat had fallen to the ground jumped up, grabbed Sifer's shoulders and cheeks with his hands, and squeezed harder, exposing Sifer's neck to his gaze.

He opened his mouth to bite like a mad dog, and Sifer could smell the stench in his mouth, see the splashing foam, and the black esophagus.

As soon as he was about to bite Zhong Xifa, the chef stopped his movements suddenly, and a boning knife stabbed up from his chin, passed through his mouth, and penetrated into his head.

The madness in the chef's eyes disappeared quickly, and he lost his luster. Under the effect of inertia, he hit Xifa's body, and then the two slipped and fell at the same time.

Sitting down on the ground, Xifa took a deep breath, and then his frozen thinking continued to move.

He quickly pushed the chef's body away, looking at his blood-stained formal suit, stunned and dazed.

What's going on with me?

I know that the original owner, as a nobleman, has received training in marksmanship and fighting.

But whether it's shooting the valet or killing the chef with a boning knife, I'm too skilled, right?

Xifa held his forehead and pressed the sides of his head, recalling the incident.

There were two attacks before and after. As a person who grew up in a stable society, he didn't know how to deal with it, and his mind went blank.

But the body reacted instinctively. This kind of attack that went straight to the point was not something that could be explained without training.

It was as if the original owner was quite experienced in killing people!

Xifa couldn't connect a noble scum with the killer. Before he could think about it, he heard the sound of falling into the water, and then a familiar voice came faintly.

Help, me.

A young man with blond hair and eagle nose flashed through his mind. It was Joyce. He fell into the water?

Xifa quickly put away the revolver and ran out of the cabin. The battle outside had gone away, and there was no one around.

The deck not far away was still burning. With the help of the fire, Xifa saw the boat go down to the surface of the sea, and there were people bobbing and sinking in the water.

Xifa quickly took off his coat, kicked off his shoes, and jumped out of the boat.

He dived into the icy water, swam towards the drowning man, got close, and saw that the man's wet blond hair was pressed against his face. It was Joyce.

Joyce saw someone and yelled: Please help me, I have a leg cramp. Mr. Sifer, it turned out to be you.

Xifa said in a soothing tone: Keep calm, I'll be right over.

He swam up behind Joyce, held his armpits with both hands, dragged the blond young man towards the ship by reverse breaststroke, found a boarding ladder, and climbed up.

Back on the deck, Sifa pulled the blond youth up, his legs softened from being soaked, and he also sat down.

Joyce panted, looked at Sifer and said sincerely: Thank you so much, Mr. Sifer, I thought I was going to die in the sea.

Sifa didn't have the strength to answer, so he could only wave his hands. At this time, there was a burst of cheers from the upper deck, and then someone shouted.

Eunice is dead, Eunice King is dead. The captain finished him and we won.

Eunice is such a villain that he even commits the crime of throwing a baby into the sea.

He led those crazy beasts, slaughtered a large number of people on board, and occupied the wheelhouse.

His death means a lot!

Hearing this news, Joyce, who had almost no strength due to struggling in the water, raised his head excitedly: We won? My God, the disaster is finally over!

Wearing wet clothes is not a pleasant thing, but Sifa is willing to bear it. Now he is in front of the door of the second-class cabin where the abnormal situation was discovered before, and on the grounds that he suspects that there may be residual lunatics in the bedroom, he easily persuaded the captain to organize his staff to inspect the room and the bedroom.

Not long after the captain and the others entered, Xifa, who was waiting in the aisle, heard an exclamation from inside, probably the situation in the bedroom was very bad, but there was no sound of fighting, which surprised him a bit.

After a while, the captain wearing a boat-shaped cap came out, his face was not pretty under the dim light of the lantern.

Then two sailors brought out a stretcher, on which there should be a corpse, covered with a white cloth, and hurriedly carried it out of the cabin.

The captain put a hat on the barrel of the revolver, and glanced at Sifa: That corpse is very bad, and it lacks some flesh.

Some meat is missing. Xifa tried his best not to let himself think about where the missing meat went.

It seemed that the captain was unwilling to communicate more in this regard. He said to the people around him, Everyone is tired tonight. The lunatics on board have been punished as they should. You can choose a clean room to rest at will.

Tomorrow, let's discuss the way to go next.

The crowd dispersed.

According to the 'memory', Xifa found the first-class cabin that belonged to him before,

It was a room for three servants, a dedicated chef, a dining room with a view, a special room for smoking cigars, and a place for parties and card games.

Right now, though, it's just a room that's big enough.

Cifer took off her drenched clothes, took a shower, and threw herself on the bed.

In a short while, he had already fallen asleep. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the white sky outside the window.

It was already the next morning.

Xifa opened the closet and found his own shirt, vest, formal suit, trousers, half-height silk top hat, and a gold-encrusted iron heartwood walking stick inside.

He dressed, picked up the heavy cane, walked to the living room, and sat down on a sofa.

Let's think about it, what did I do that made me cross over inexplicably.

Sifa crossed his legs, put his hand on the armrest of the sofa, and tapped the armrest regularly with his five fingers.

Memory is like boiling water, one bubble after another emerges from the water.

Well, during this period of time, because I have read the masterpiece Lord of the Mysteries, I have developed a strong interest in secret magic.

I collected a lot of information in this area, and even bought a copy of The Tree of Life Kabbalah on a certain treasure.

By the way, I remembered. I received an email, which recorded an ancient ceremony. With the idea of ​​fun, I held this ceremony, and the result was

Sifa stood up.

If I crossed because of this ceremony, what would happen if this ceremony was held here?

The worst thing is that you can't go back, and stay in this mysterious world forever, how bad can it be!

Sifa put down his cane, found a dagger left by the bodyguard in the room, and found a few candles. He recalled the content of the ceremony, lifted the carpet, and scratched the wooden floor with a dagger.

For the convenience of work, he took off his coat, lay down on the floor in his shirt, and carved an untidy hexagram.

Next, two concentric circles were engraved on the outside of the hexagram, and then 12 symbols representing natural elements such as 'earth, water, fire, and wind' were engraved on the 'Rituals' between the two concentric circles , so that it is arranged and distributed according to the 12 grids of the dial.

Finally, Sifa took out three candles and lit them, and placed them on the three star points on the left, right and bottom respectively.

After doing all this well, he himself stood at the center of the six-pointed star.

Adjusting his mood with breathing, until he felt that he had completely calmed down, Xifa said softly: Let's start.

He solemnly raised his left hand, palm up, and said softly: The eye that sees everything.

Then he raised his right hand, palm facing up, and said again: The god who overlooks everything.

He exhaled dirty air, put his hands together, and sincerely sang: You are the controller of knowledge, you mock fate and play with time.

Finally, he spread his hands as if to embrace the morning light: You are the true witness, the uncrowned king above the starry sky!

The ceremony is over.

Sifa looked around.

Nothing happened.

Is it a failure? Still no response?

Feeling frustrated, Sifa sighed and wanted to leave.

Sudden.

He saw the window in front, the curtain lifted by the morning breeze, which had not fallen for a long time.

He saw the dust in the morning light, seemed to be still, hovering quietly in mid-air.

He saw that the colors of the surrounding things gradually became more intense, the red became redder, the blue became bluer, and the yellow became yellower. The scene in front of him seemed to change into a brightly colored oil painting.

At this time, there was a heavy feeling in the hand. A thick tome emerges from nothingness, the pattern is outlined by illusory blurred light, and an eye staring at a solid triangle appears on the cover.

Then, a line of information appeared below the pattern: knowledge authority-9.

On the top of this book, there is also a pair of illusory hands covered with various strange patterns and symbols, which are slowly receding and disappearing into the void.

Xifa just inadvertently glanced at one of the small patterns on that hand, and felt fear and panic for no reason.

Not daring to look directly at him, he quickly turned his attention to the book in his hand, and subconsciously forgot what he saw just now.

Books emerging from the air, books summoned by rituals.

So weird and mysterious.

Xifa was dumbfounded. Isn't this the 'book' he saw last night when he just woke up?

Taking a closer look, Xifa found that the eye on the cover had seven fuzzy symbols around it. Now, one symbol is becoming clear.

The mist covering the symbol gradually dissipated in the morning light, allowing Xifa to see the symbol.

It is an open book, surrounded by many illusory eyes, they surround the book, as if observing and reading!

Compared to last night, the book has clearly changed. With anticipation, trepidation, and uneasiness, Xifa reached out to touch the cover.

There was a solid touch from his fingertips, like the real thing, he gritted his teeth, opened the cover, and saw a white quill on the slightly yellowed paper.

Xifa tried to pick up the quill, only to feel that it was light and fluffy, but it did feel like holding a real object.

Sudden.

His pupils dilated slightly.

He saw that the information on the first line of the paper had changed, and there was a lot of content on the paper that he hadn't seen last night!

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