Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Returning from history, a dragon woven of shadow and light obscures the sky and the sun, and the wings that stir the storm are constantly raising huge waves in the ocean of the subconscious.

Fortunately, the corresponding reality here is only a small village. Although there will be casualties, this intuitive spiritual pollution will not spread too far under the control of the blockade arranged in advance by Ambrosius.

On an island in the subconscious ocean, the giant dragon weaving nightmares has died. The scales and muscles on the surface of the body have melted into colorful black mud. The skeleton of Senbai is dull, only the eye sockets are shining with dreamy light. The fragments of the halo are coalescing.

Also floating in the air, Ambrosius, surrounded by flames, cautiously stared at the terrifying giant shadow in the air, between the illusory and the real, and there seemed to be starlight flickering under the surface of his skin, as if the whole person did not know when will collapse.

It was the age when the ancient gods were not yet completely silent and the creator was still in the world. The king of giant dragons, who was contaminated with underground pollution, was the fear that existed deep in the hearts of every demigod giant dragon and never faded.

Why has not been cleaned by the creator, and there is no single "audience" path to the true **** dragon family except the dragon king in later generations, and now it is so withered,

This is not only because of the pursuit of the human gods and the church at the beginning of the Fourth Epoch, but also the result of this terrifying stigma raging in the subconscious aggregate of the giant dragon after the fall of the giant dragon king and the loss of the master of the Chaos Sea.

Why do I keep encountering this kind of thing lately... Ambrosius stared intently at the giant dragon in front of him, his nerves tense. Although his spirituality was ready to expand at any time, he did not dare to seize the opportunity, for fear that there would be Mutations occur.

For the angels, although they are qualified to know the source quality, and even Ambrosius himself has frequent contact with the greatest one of the source qualities, this does not mean that they can withstand the change of the source quality, even if it is only Unintentional pollution.

Even the true gods are difficult to fight!

First it was "Mist of Uncertainty", and now it's "Sea of ​​Chaos". I wouldn't be surprised if a "Shadow World" or "City of Calamity" comes out again... I have been tracking down the trend of "Mist of Uncertainty" recently. , by the way, Ambrosius, who was collecting information about the activities of the source material, felt a headache.

Perhaps the "Dream Weaver" who summoned this phantom is dead, or perhaps this false dream is not enough to truly reveal Angelwed's full state. Above the subconscious ocean, no extra actions were made.

But Ambrosius didn't think that the other party would just let him dissipate, or let him deal with it. He once heard the Lord say that the **** reptile might not be dead.

This is the ocean of the subconscious, the home of the "audience", who knows what will happen?

He stared deeply at the "shadow" that was constantly flapping his wings, nodded and said silently:

"A fool who does not belong to this era."

"Great Master farther than far."

"Rooted in the ancient gods of mystery."

"I beseech your gaze..."

............

"A fool who does not belong to this era."

......

Who is this calling me?

Back at the apartment, Klein, who was washing, was suddenly startled, and subconsciously he was about to touch the human skin mask by the pool.

He will definitely climb up the gray fog to see who is calling him, so even if the body in reality is protected by a spiritual wall, it may not be able to prevent possible interruptions.

And I want to make this a habit, the mask doesn't leave the body... Klein completed the pre-preparation, took four steps backwards, and climbed the gray fog familiarly.

But this time, he only sat at the top of the long bronze table for a second, and then he was "thrown" to the opposite position, the "world".

Crimson surging for a while, wearing a black robe, the "mystery" of the golden lines on the surface of the clothes was revealed from the virtual and solid, and sat on the throne of "The Fool".

He pointed to the side of his right hand, and said in a calm voice:

"It's for me this time."

Looking in the direction, Klein was slightly startled as he watched the unfamiliar crimson stars expand and contract.

"Didn't you abolish your honorable name?"

Klein remembered that when he died before, "Mystery" had mentioned that he was going to give up his previous honorable name and use Klein's newly created honorary name in order to hide his identity.

"God's honorable name is deeply bound to his spirit and his Beyonder characteristics. Even if he has died, as long as his Beyonder characteristics and his position are not occupied, he can still use his previous honorable name to correspond. "

"Of course, in most cases, those who answer prayers are nothing but residual spirits and spiritual residues in Beyonder characteristics. This is the same as the principle of some demigods answering prayers with the help of sealed artifacts."

"When I said abolishing the honorable name before, I did not mean to completely renounce this honorable name, but that I no longer actively responded, so as to pretend to be a state of being dead but still having spiritual remnants."

Klein listened to the explanation of the half body, and nodded slowly, his movements were mechanical and stiff.

He discovered from a long time ago that his so-called half body seemed to have the habit of being a good teacher and was willing to explain knowledge to others.

This is not only Klein's own personal experience, but also from his few answers to the questions of Tarot Club members, as well as the memory fragments in his notes.

Doesn't he also write his own diary? He has his own students, and he has several "children" and juniors.

Thinking about it now, behind these simple words, perhaps there is some kind of lonely emotion, and it is impossible to go home...loneliness?

It seemed that Klein had already understood the relationship between honorable names and gods. "Mystery" no longer delayed, and instantly triggered the crimson star symbolizing Ambrosius.

This is his first follower, an angel who thinks that he has experienced the waves of history, and generally does not pray to himself...

The crimson stars spread out in an instant, forming a hazy picture. "Mystery" turned his neck slightly and looked sideways, but saw a familiar "old friend".

"Angelweed." He whispered softly, his voice still calm, but Klein, who was watching curiously, felt an uncomfortable chill.

As a "diver" who has established a deep connection with Originium, and as a future container for a being peeping under his robe, he is very keen to smell the unique breath of "Chaos Sea", and his mind belongs to Extraordinary characteristics, the part that belongs to "Original" begins to expand.

"Hey, Zhou Mingrui, this is a good opportunity." A certain voice whispered.

"Mystery" looked calm, as if he hadn't heard it, and tapped the edge of the long bronze table with his fingers. Fog poured towards the illusory star, exerting its influence through history.

"Thank you for your help." His head was slightly lowered, his wide hood blocked his beautiful face, avoiding Klein's curious gaze, and his voice was barely audible.

What kind of existence is Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun?

As the existence that has been with him for the longest time since the new world opened, "Mystery" can be said responsibly that he is a willful **** who does not need to follow any rules and pursues fun.

He clearly has no humanity, but he pays more attention to emotional waves than anyone else. He treats the world as a theater and weak creatures as a source of interest. He is aloof and vulgar.

If it wasn't for the fact that part of the power of the "Chaos Sea" was directly exposed in front of his eyes this time, if it wasn't for the fact that there was a suitable container to use this time, Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun would never affect Zarath, who had been secretly polluted, and help "mysterious" "Cover the breath.

Of course, it is difficult for that level of pollution to directly occupy Zarath's consciousness, otherwise he can be resurrected with the help of another container, and he no longer has to pull with "Mystery".

He can at most attract him here without Zaratul's knowledge, that's all.

As the two masters of Origin Castle, they want to hunt together the still-living Angelweed!

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"I beg your attention."

As the last elf syllable was read out, a thin gray-white mist suddenly appeared beside Ambrosius, and the mist was spreading and becoming thicker.

The starlight under his skin became brighter and brighter, the dark shadows interweaved into a wide robe, the hood enveloped the exotic face, and the last smear of blue in the eyes faded away, leaving only the purest darkness.

"Mysterious God", part of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun", the **** descended.

What kind of huge impact did the phantom image of Angelweed in the sky receive~www.wuxiamtl.com~ suddenly roared, and the movement became panic, the pupils that had been blurred in the eye frame contracted, and the dark golden vertical pupils were extremely incomparable. clear.

"Don't pretend?"

"Why don't you run?"

"It's not like you? Poor reptile." The "secret" voices were layered, as if containing three different emotions. The coexistence of peace, joy, and indifference mocked mercilessly, and the space shattered. The sound has enveloped the huge quadruped creature in the air.

The gray-white terrifying beast was confined in the false sky of the subconscious ocean. The surrounding space was distorted with light and covered with "cracks". The whole dragon was like a bug built into amber, sad and ridiculous.

"Aren't you very good at pretending?" Your body has completely collapsed, and the pitch-black robe supported by countless squirming star worms mocked mercilessly, "When did you attract these little reptiles, didn't you put your own Has the 'personality clone' moved here, staring at the battlefield?"

"Why don't you come out all the time, because you think the 'door' is not worthy?"

"Then another way, 'fooling' or 'mistake', which is better?"

Angelweed was struggling violently in the shattered space and did not dare to respond, because the "Pen of Al-Shuod" and "City of Miracles" had not yet been combined, and the "Sea of ​​Chaos" manifested in his nightmares. The projection cannot be truly transformed. It can only use its own sharp claws and physique to slap the shattered space in vain, constantly feeling the severe pain of tearing and roaring everywhere on the body.

Looking at this funny scene, the smile in "Mystery"'s voice was extremely obvious, and he didn't shy away from it.

"You said, if I use 'wrong' now, will your body be interchanged with this personality avatar that occupies the 'nightmare'?"

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