Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

As the King of Angels who once held Origin Castle and accommodated uniqueness and two Sequence One characteristics, "Mystery" is not inferior to any single-path True God in terms of strength.

And because of the mastery of the source material, He can even mobilize the authority of the adjacent sequence, using the power of "door" and "error".

For him, he can completely use the authority of the three pathways at the same time, and cooperate with each other to achieve some abilities that were originally limited by the sequence itself and could not be exerted.

For example, the "fooling" rules determine the outcome of things, so that by making "mistakes" and through the blessing of "doors", Angelweed and his own personality clone are completely confused, so that the bottom-level laws of the world think that the personality clone is the real one The operation of the ontology was verified as the original fact, thus bringing Angelweed, who was hiding in the distance, to the "mystery".

Looking at this giant dragon king who has been completely under his control and once stunned the situation, "secret", no, Zhou Mingrui seems to have regained the feeling of being a middle-schooler in the old times, when he was young. Under his control, his fingers can move and change the whole world.

"No, what am I thinking?" His thoughts stopped abruptly, and he shook his head blankly. The outer skin built on Ambrosius' body was even more fragmented, and the surface of the star-lit insects had already appeared golden lines and diamond-shaped patterns. Ring ups and downs.

"What did I come out of Origin Castle for?"

"The true gods of those star realms won't find me, will they?"

"Mysterious" mechanically repeated the plan that he had "thought out", but the chaos in his mind became more and more obvious, the memory was blurred and confused, and it was difficult to find clues.

His fingers were shrunk, and the space that encapsulated the entire personality clone had been compressed to the size of a jewelry box, and was held in his palm composed of pure worms.

At the last moment, "Mystery" seemed to remember something and stopped moving the body of Angelweed, but only intercepted a personality clone.

At the same time, driven by some kind of miraculous power, an island in the subconscious ocean here suddenly became dead, and a figure also wearing a robe with a beard appeared. There seemed to be several thick tentacles wriggling in the robe under him, propping up one from time to time. Stock blurred silhouettes.

The leader of the Secret Order, Zaratul, whose mental state was extremely unstable, was inexplicably attracted and came to this suburban village.

He even specifically dived into the subconscious ocean here.

At this moment, the two mythical creatures who belonged to the three paths of Origin Castle felt a strong attraction at the same time.

Among them, "Mystery", who is obviously higher in rank, is more impulsive. Under his jet-black robe, it seems that the insects cast by starlight have clinged to each other and condensed into thick tentacles. The golden lines on the robe gradually spread to the whole body, only the face. Although the details are blurred, the most basic human characteristics are maintained.

In the endless heights, above the gray fog, he watched curiously at the "secret" Klein who had lost his movements. Suddenly, babbling reverberated in his ears. Under the epidermis of the mimetic body composed of spiritual bodies, blood vessels swelled and the color was dark purple. nearly black.

"Ah!" He continued to roll on the stone high-back chair in pain, as if a thick steel nail was inserted into his brain, and the pain was even stronger than when he was burned by the "Eternal Blazing Sun".

Stimulated by his repeated shrill howls, the calm and thin "sea surface" on the gray fog gradually rose into waves. In the fragments of time, An Ning's singing sounded, calming Klein, who was tormented by the babble.

This song seems to have traveled through time and space, soothing Zhou Mingrui from a foreign land—the hugging worm on the top of Hornakis, Klein above the gray fog, and the "mystery" in the subconscious ocean corresponding to the unknown village. ', while feeling a long-lost peace.

The starlight under him was dazzling, and the "secret" movement of tentacles raised wantonly stagnates, the lofty robe falls, the faint golden pattern quickly fades, and the collapsed worm body gradually returns to its roughly human form.

He swept his dark eyes blankly, the space fragment in his right hand disappeared, and his entire body collapsed suddenly, falling down without warning, and immediately disappeared after wrapping the entire dragon's corpse.

Zaratul, who was fighting against another existence that was constantly awakening in his heart, was a little puzzled. He didn't know what happened to the planeswalker just now.

In other words, He could guess that it was the former believer of "Mystery", the angel who called himself "The Tracer".

He originally thought that the angel who had been in contact with Origin Castle for several times was out of control, because there was too much Origin essence left on his body, so there was a mutation that he didn't want to see.

But now it seems that all this is not so simple.

Boom!

In the subconscious ocean, the cumulonimbus clouds that should not have appeared here do not know when they condensed in the sky, and the illusory brass eyes emerged from the edge of the hazy sky, tearing open gaps everywhere.

Without warning, the never-ending thunder fell from the cumulonimbus clouds in the air, and the violent divine power continued to flow in from the gaps torn open by the brass eyes, and every light spot around Zarath expanded rapidly, instantly condensing into a A few miniature suns.

The violent thunder ruthlessly washed Zarath with a long and dense white beard on his face, the light wall constructed by the miniature sun almost enveloped the entire subconscious ocean, and the brass eyes stared at the angel's location. The light flickered in his eyes.

Zarathul's dark and dull eyes did not have any emotional changes, even if his body had almost collapsed, he was so plain, but the color on his body faded rapidly and disappeared in a flash of lightning.

This is just an image in a gap in history, and his body is still hidden in a certain fragment in the fog of history.

Long before he set off, He had entered the fog of history from the headquarters of the Secret Order, a secret dilapidated palace.

Even the current top "ancient scholar" cannot find him directly if he doesn't understand that history.

......

A burst of crimson flashed, and two vague figures emerged one after another by the long bronze table above the gray fog.

It was used as a vessel for divine descent, and the body was carrying part of the gray fog. At this time, Ambrosius, who was somewhat collapsed, was sitting on a high-backed chair on the right side of the long table, and there were worms shining with stars on the surface of the body. Emerging, his expression twisted with excitement.

And at the top of the long table, the "secret" state is not too good. After his return, the golden pattern of his robe was more obvious, a few beads of sweat appeared on his soft and beautiful face, and his figure was even more illusory.

Ambrosius endured the pain and released the "trophy" that the Lord finally contained with his body.

The space debris wrapped in Angelweed and the corpse of the giant dragon that had been "toyized" appeared on the long table together.

After releasing these impurities, Ambrosius' condition improved a lot. He turned his head to the right and looked at the half body of the Lord he had never seen before.

His deep eyes just happened to meet Klein, who got rid of the pain ahead of time. Although his spirit was still weak, he was also looking at him. With that strange and exotic style, he roughly guessed his identity as Klein.

Is this the original follower, Roman Ambrosius?

The angel who inherited the name of a magician, a nightmare on Earth?

Although Klein, who still had a tingling sensation in his temple, had many problems, he could still read the atmosphere.

Obviously, after "Mystery" exerted his power, it seemed that after intervening in the real world for a short time, his state was already extremely poor, and even this angel who had endured part of the power seemed to be in poor condition.

If Klein felt real oppression and fear when he directly faced the descendants of the Heretic God in Tingen, then now, the "secret" that is sitting on the head with his eyes closed is the deep and terrifying temperament. As funny and absurd as it is, just paying attention can completely confuse one's mind.

This is also the reason why Klein didn't dare to look at his own half-body state. His spiritual intuition was madly warning him!

What did they just do? Why is it consuming so much?

Klein curiously observed the two items on the long table, looked at the giant dragon wrapped in space debris and "toyized", and clicked his tongue lightly.

He didn't expect that the giant dragon that he and Old Neil only mentioned in small talk could actually be seen in reality, and in such a way that it was about the same as a specimen!

But why can I feel that the dragon in that glassy thing seems to have a heartbeat, it's still alive? Klein leaned forward with some doubts, but heard the slightly ethereal voice of "mysterious" ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The warning of spiritual intuition also stopped.

"That's the King of Dragons, a personality clone of Angel Weed, roughly equal to the power of Incomplete Sequence Two."

"Mystery" opened his eyes. Although his eyes were still black, they were no longer in the dark and dull state that was not human-like just now. They were a little more agile.

"You just went to catch this, uh, the king of giant dragons?" Klein pointed to the "specimen" on the table and asked after deliberation. It seemed that he felt rude and changed his name in the middle.

He remembered that "The Sun" said since childhood that the King of Giant Dragons is a powerful ancient god, a true **** who is suspected to be the "audience" pathway and controls the mind.

"Mystery" actually brought back such an existence as a specimen... Klein felt a trance, suspecting that all this was just the other party's illusion.

But he seemed to see Klein's doubts. "Mystery" glanced at Ambrosius, who was watching the play silently. He didn't care about the student's actions and took the initiative to explain:

"He has been reclaimed by the creator of the City of Silver's belief in the second era, and now he is just an angel of the 'spectator' pathway. If he hadn't prepared before his fall, he might not even be able to beat Roman."

"And what you see now is just a avatar of his personality, not the body."

Personality avatar? Shouldn't it be a Long Ge clone?

Although Klein slandered, he did not refute, but chose to obey authority.

"So what are you going to do with the personality avatar of the Dragon King?" Klein, who didn't know a few terms related to authority very well, rubbed his chin with almost no knowledge of that period of history, and asked from his own common sense. "You caught his avatar, won't he be noticed by him?"

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