Chapter 212. Murals (Part1)

"Huh?"

Johann Schmidt looked at the strange mask that appeared in the stone coffin, and his expression was obviously puzzled.

He had come to Tønsberg aiming for Tesseract, not thinking that there was still something else in the stone coffin.

"What is this?"

Turning his head, Schmidt looked at the old man behind him and asked with a heavy tone.

"Do you think I will tell you? You'll never get anything out of me."

Faced with Schmidt's question, a strange look flashed in the old man's eyes, and then he replied in a cold voice.

"I appreciate your tenacity, really..." Schmidt wasn't angry about it. His eyes swept through everything in the church and then stopped at an odd mural in front of him, "Unfortunately, your resistance doesn't mean a thing."

Stepping over the body of the old man, Schmidt went to the mural and looked up and down at the mural.

The image carved in the mural was very complicated. It seemed to be divided into three layers, with an island-like sculpture hanging at the top, a large number of war scenes carved in the middle, and a large number of evil hell scenes depicted at the bottom.

Schmidt frowned and stared at the carved mural in front of him for a long time. He had a hunch that the mural in front of him seemed to be hiding a very important secret that he had not yet discovered.

A few minutes later, he still couldn't find the clue he needed, and Schmidt's expression grew colder. He turned his head with a stern face, but his eyes inadvertently detected something strange about the scene depicted in the middle of the mural.

"I need fire."

With a slight hook at the corner of his lips, Schmidt didn't hesitate to call out to his subordinates behind him.

Upon hearing his command, another officer who looked like a lieutenant immediately approached Schmidt's side with a torch.

"Sir."

Reaching for the lieutenant's torch, Schmidt leaned forward to illuminate a dimly lit part of the mural in front of him.

In the firelight, what was shown was a certain scene from the war, in which a figure dressed as a priest held up an object in his hands and controlled a large number of figures against an attack from the opposite side.

Schmidt glanced at the objects held in the hands of the priest in the mural and then at the stone mask covering the face of the corpse in the stone coffin. A chilling smile appeared on his otherwise cold face, "It seems that there are other secrets hidden here besides Odin's treasure."

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

Schmidt held up his torch and turned to the old man who had been protecting the place, his face, which had always been cold, finally changing.

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

In the face of Schmidt's words, the old man was silent and expressionless.

"I know you're not afraid to die, but is everyone like you?" Schmidt hooked his mouth with a cold expression, "Maybe you should think about the other people in this village? You must have some friends out there. Some little grandchildren, perhaps? I have no need for them to die."

As Schmidt's words fell, the machine that had crashed through the church door swiftly turned and turned its cannon towards the nearby houses.

Faced with Schmidt's threat, the old man's breathing suddenly turned rapid. He was silent for a few moments before answering, "Stone mask, it's called the Stone Mask."

"Stone Mask?"

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

"..."

In response to Schmidt's question, this time, the old man with the white beard was clearly silent, unwilling to answer.

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

Sensing the old man's demeanour, Schmidt's mouth broke into a disdainful smile as he continued to press the issue, "Since you don't want to tell me about the mask, I'll ask you a different question. Tell me, where is the Cube?"

"It's not a power ordinary men can hold."

"You are not in a position to make long speeches in front of me. If you want the people of the village to live, then kindly tell me where it is."

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

Schmidt's threat had clearly had its effect, and although the old man didn't reply, his gaze had quietly glanced behind him.

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

"Yggdrasil."

Seeing the mural behind him, Schmidt immediately recited its name.

Yggdrasil, also known as the Tree of the World, was a giant tree in Nordic mythology, in which the branches of the tree form the entire world, and the places where its roots penetrated represented Asgard, the Continents of Giants, and Hell. At the same time, according to the myth, under the roots of the tree, there was the spring Hvergelmir and the Nidhogg, a poisonous dragon that gnawed at the roots until one day it finally broke the tree and Ragnarok came.

Looking at the mural in front of him, because of his previous experience, Schmidt quickly discovered something strange on the mural. Reaching out, he pressed the eyes of Nidhogg, the poisonous dragon in the mural, and a box popped out of it. Opening the box, the eerie blue glow of the Tesseract instantly illuminated Schmidt's cold face.

"And the Fuehrer digs for trinkets in the desert."

Closing the lid again, Schmidt looked up at the old man in front of him and ordered, "Give the order to open fire."

"You lied!"

Hearing Schmidt's remarks, the bearded old man's expression suddenly changed.

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

Reaching out and picking up the Stone Mask in the stone coffin, Schmidt turned to look at the old man in front of him. Without hesitation, he took out his gun and pulled the trigger.