The phantom heaved a heavy beam from the door to one side. His black coat slipped a bit and you could see his Tibetan long sword.The log of the sword was decorated with pieces of silver iron. His brown leather boots leaned against the floor, which gave way and slipped away again and again. The beam crashed into the mud. He tore off the lock and pulled so long that the heavy door suddenly flew open. Steps led down the narrow corridor. In a recess in the wall there was a candle that was now made to flicker by the draft of air coming from. He quietly closed the door behind him and slowly descended the stone steps. He threw back his hood to check another field of vision. A young scarred face appeared. The dark eyes showed whiteness and courage. His long black hair and beard didn't match his skinny cheekbones at all.


After a while there came a large, round room. Somebody must have gotten ahead of him because everything around him was devastated. A man was dead on the floor. He was swimming in a huge pool of blood.His chain mail couldn't stand the blow of the knife in the heart. He held a piece of parchment in his hands, cramped. Next to it was a small white piece of paper from that time.


First he bent down to read the note. There was blood on one corner. The note had a riddle:


Unfortunately you came too late. SaMs.tagE ... s, i, n. D ... simple ..., c; ool, ... r, realS!


J. M.


Strange news again. He looked up. What could the many punctuation marks mean? He thought about it and put it right, Saturdays are really cool! , maybe a special code? What should the upper and lower case letters be? And why these commas? He took a book out of his leather case. When he opened it, he inhaled the dust and sniffed. It was a tour guide. There was a translation, but it couldn't help him.


He put the note in the book and looked at the parchment the dead man was holding.Slowly he opened the man's fingers. Suddenly he winced and raised his head. The bearded, white face stared at him, startled: "No ... No, you mustn't do that ... you mustn't do that, it's dangerous ...!" When he tried to take the parchment, the bleeding one clawed it Man even tighter in his fist: "It must not fall into the wrong hands ...!" Then the man ranked for air. He didn't seem to get any and fell over in the back. Now Destin could take the parchment from him. Then he sat down and immediately pretended to be with a silent cry of pain. He looked down he was sitting on a small needle-pierced vudu doll. He picked it up and looked at it for a long time. He pulled out one of the needles and put it in his pocket, he thought, maybe I can use that one day. He looked around again. There are pictures on the wall and a large cabinet with books on it. The decor was pretty cozy. There were a few old books and papers on the desk.A book had the title, Die Rache des Gabriel 1345, which reminded him of his mission: to find the 13 holy writings of the dead Peter.


He opened the dead man's parchment:


Well, you have now found the second, the gate only opens the forte ... what you see here is that you think it seems to be, because life lives forever and no one escapes death, the end will be accomplished when You are now finding the narrow shaft of a thousand Merkel years. Pet. 2


What should that mean? He didn't want to worry about it, because his mission was to bring me the 13 writings of Peter, nothing more. This parchment bore the emitials, B.G. .


He was about to get up to look at the books, maybe he would find a clue to the riddle.


At that moment he heard a rumble and was given an anesthetic dart in the back. When he sank to the ground he felt nothing, he only saw blurry images, a man in a camouflage suit came storming in, said something incomprehensible and waved his hand and then ... Black, he had passed out.



He woke up in an apartment in Los Angeles. He was sitting in a thick leather armchair, in front of him was a glass table with a strange Ming vase. He felt for his belt. His sword was gone. Destin opened his leather pouch ... nothing, the second scroll of Peter was gone. He got up in a rage. An alarm lamp blinked. A large sliding door swung slowly aside and two dark-skinned men in black suits entered. Then he got a tap on the shoulder. Startled, he turned around. He almost knocked off the servant's tray. “Sir, that's not proper, after all you are here in the house of the great ...!” Destin had jumped up and now held the servant in front of him like a living shield. The body goards grabbed their hips and wanted to pull out their revolvers when: "Put your guns down, we're not in a madhouse here, because that would be even better. The owner of the house is currently on official channels and I'll represent him!"He pointed to himself and sat down. Destin let go of the servant, but stopped anyway. Now the footman bent down and picked up the broken pieces of the coffee pot." A nice piece of work that you showed my client, oh By the way, where did you hide the 80,000 dollars, Türk? "Turk. The name hit him in the marrow. He took a step backwards, but then he felt courage and said:" Maybe I have it in my boot? "Destin smiled, he would be able to play this game too. To make his resolution clear, he took off his boot and looked inside. Suddenly he ran up and threw the boot with all his might against the temple of one of the bodyguards. With a loud one He fell to the ground with a crash. "Take him! ", the deputy caretaker yelled at his bodyguard. Suddenly a secretary burst in:" Boss, "she shouted," Boss, that's not Turk, that's ...! "She couldn't finish her sentence because Destin was already jumping past her nimbly.

He ran down the long hallway. Destin's forehead was sweaty. There was a bend further ahead, without thinking too long Destin didn't go around the bend, but smashed the grille of a ventilation shaft and pulled himself up. Just in time, because at that moment the body guard was already running past under the ventilation shaft.


Destin leaned back, exhausted.




"He won't have fled outside, I bet that! He's looking for his weapons and the parchment. He's still here in this house!" As he ran, he called a few security guards. The roughly 40-year-old stiff businessman with absolutely neat hair was James de Kirk. He was supposed to take care of his boss's house and that's why he was so excited. He sat down at his desk and began to write a long letter to his boss. The clatter of the typewriter could be heard as far as the ventilation shaft, which Destin was climbing around in the meantime.The rough metal pipe led him to another pipe that led upwards. He listened on the wall. He heard machines buzzing. He reached out as far as he could in this room and smacked his elbow against the wall. Before the piece of metal hit the ground, Destin caught it in the air.


He landed on the ground with an elegant somersault. He took a look at the situation. A room with a computer. A small palm tree stood next to the window that rose up the whole wall. A light room. He reached for a chair and sat down. He pulled himself closer to the table and turned on the computer. There was a short flash and the screen lit up. The screen read:


Great Microsoft systems


Ultra highly complex


Built-in safety function with KKX superpower


A Windows flag was visible. Then came the main menu. Destin clicked on the station blueprint.




The man in a black cloak stood directly in front of King Gerd.His name was Destin. The king was an old arrogant boast and made war with all regions. "So much? You are probably crazy! It would be 800 threesomes, but 8000 threesomes! That is outrageous!" Destin drew his sword and slowly ran his leather-gloved fingers along the sharp blade. The king winced when the sword flashed: "All right. Here you are!" He pulled a cloth bag from under his mail shirt.


Destin nodded and caught the bag. Two servants rushed over and led him through a forest of pillars. At the end of the corridor was a gate that was secured with iron bars. Strong men with steel muscles stood at their sides. They turned the wheels that pulled up the portcullis with chains. Then the beam was pushed aside and the gate opened.


Destin entered the room. It was a round room with instruments of torture. There were hundreds of bridges on the ceiling that would collapse at any moment.

But not a monster. There was only silence. Further ahead he saw another door that had been decorated with skulls. A voice pierced the silence: "Open the gate!"


The door opened slowly and a huge column could be seen. Dull steps could be heard and the king stood in the doorway with deep flesh wounds. A crowd of mutated half-men overran the king who only gave a cry: "Help me .......!" Too late the half-men tore him apart without mercy.


Furious, he drew his sword and lunged at the mutants. He cut off one of the ugly faces. The next one got a stab in the ribs. Then he was hit by the mutant's fingernails, ducked and pulled his legs away. At the same time he kicked someone else right in the face. Now he grabbed the claw-like hands of a half-man and hurled him at another. If it was on the ground, he took out his sword and stabbed them both at once.But the number of his opponents grew so that he had to resort to other means. He did a backflip and reached into his pocket while jumping and pulled out a steel bummer rank which he immediately threw off. A lot of enemies died as a result, but Andie 2000 enemies were still like that. Destin grabbed one by the collar and threw him against the pillar, then raised his sword and stabbed him. But then he got a blow in the pit of his stomach and had to spit blood. Immediately they all attacked and threw themselves at him. The fists pounded on him. A particularly strong