Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"Yes." "Mystery" was a little surprised by Klein's sensitivity, his peaceful voice paused slightly, and then nodded slightly, "But it's not a big problem, because he doesn't know who 'killed' him. personality avatar."

Don't know who moved the hand? Klein seemed to have heard a joke.

They were all killed in the face, how could they not know who moved the hand?

However, he did not delve into this issue any further, but just accepted it and changed the subject.

"Then what are you going to do with this, uh, these two."

He raised his arm and pointed to the terrarium and "toy" on the table.

This seemed to remind "Mystery", He reached out and brought the space fragment wrapped in Angelweed's personality avatar in front of him, hesitated for two seconds, or placed it on the right side of the head of the long table, adjacent to the note.

And the remaining "toy" flew directly into the hands of Ambrosius, who was sitting silently watching the play.

"Lord?" Ambrosius was a little surprised, his fingers moved the corpse of the dragon that was miniaturized in equal proportions, and looked at the "mysterious" upward in doubt.

"This is your trophy, of course it's up to you." The state was still weak, and the other "Mystery" under him, who was more active, didn't care about it and waved his hand.

He has just experienced a battle, and his state has become unbalanced, and he urgently needs to stabilize himself through a short period of rest.

Although he promised to attend Klein's Tarot Club, but before that, He couldn't experience a shock.

Klein, who saw this, was originally on the gray fog because he mistakenly thought that someone wanted to pray for himself, and had no other purpose. Now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up, and a wave of knowledge has been paid for nothing, he has already made a lot of money.

Instead of continuing to consume spirituality now and go to jail above the gray fog with "Mystery" and Ambrosius, it is better to return to reality first, take off the mask, and get a good night's sleep.

The only downside is that today is a blood moon. From the point of view of mysticism, the crazy growth of negative power will make the inspired Beyonders dream more... It just so happens that the "diver" belongs to the sensitive inspiration. The Extraordinary...

Klein spread his spirituality and was about to wrap himself.

It's been a long time since I slept well... Just as he was about to exit the gray fog, "Mystery" with a tired expression suddenly raised his hand and looked sideways at his student with a faint voice.

"Someone is chanting your honorable name."

This is above the spiritual world, the kingdom of God temporarily occupied by the "mysterious god", all other prayers will be intercepted by the power above the sequence, and then passed on to their own masters.

This is especially true for angels of the same path.

"Honorable name?" Ambrosius frowned slightly, feeling as if he had forgotten something.

Those who could recite his honorable name were almost dead at the end of the fourth era. Even the elves who were still slanted above the sea would definitely pray directly to the "Queen of Natural Disasters" or directly to the Lord in case of emergencies. Pray for a miracle.

Today, today seems to be a blood moon? Thinking of something, Ambrosius turned his thoughts, quickly turned sideways, and said solemnly:

"It should be an 'apprentice'. Because of her relationship with the Abraham family, she also heard Bethel's babble during the blood moon. I met her when Backlund was investigating the fog of uncertainty, and I left behind own name."

......

In reality, the blood moon tonight is scarlet than ever before. The rich blood red surface is no longer calm. It seems that there are invisible waves surging on the moon surface, and the pitted craters are like eyes wide open. Relentlessly watching everything in time.

Everywhere in the world, the power of the female is growing at an accelerated rate!

Still sitting in front of the desk, with one leg curled up on the chair, Fors, who swayed with the other leg, bit the end of the pen, frowned slightly, and was depressed for the calm design of the plot.

Suddenly, her heart stopped beating for a beat, and then the blood that doubled was rushing through the blood vessels in an instant. The loud bang kept hitting her eardrums, making her five senses blurred, and she fell directly from the chair beside the desk. down.

She originally had a face that showed a touch of lazy beauty and was suddenly distorted, extremely ferocious.

The illusory ravings did not just surface as usual, but directly penetrated into the heart, mixed with the thumping sound of blood rushing through. Compared with the depraved whispers of demons, these ravings came from nowhere. It is more like the roar of a lost heart, the sound of spirituality itself.

She pressed her ears on both sides in vain, her head slammed hard against the floor again and again, making a loud noise, causing Xio, who was sitting in another room, to think she was attacked, and hurriedly smashed the door with the three-edged and enter.

"Fors!" Xio, who originally thought he would see gangsters or assassins, looked at his friend who was in extreme pain, sometimes tensed, sometimes curled up and rolled. .

"Ah!" Feeling the softness of his body, Forsi, who had been overwhelmed by the pain, bit Xio's arm, his sharp teeth easily pierced the skin, and the tight skin oozes out. Drops of bright red blood.

At this time, in the depths of Forsi's pupils, countless lights and shadows were surging, changing in layers, and a smear of deep red continued to pour out from the edge of the pupil, as if to infuse all the light blue that originally had a playful and lazy taste.

It seems that just chewing on the flesh can't completely relieve her pain. Forsi's arms that had been covering her ears in vain suddenly loosened, and mercilessly grabbed and pulled her hair, curling it one by one. The brown hair fell off, but it still couldn't keep up with the speed at which the hair and nails grew madly under the blessing of the female power.

Huyin's pained wailing continued, but she didn't let go of Forsi's hands, instead, she tried harder, trying to restrain her friend's arms that were pulling her hair, preventing her from hurting herself.

What the **** is going on? Has Forsi been lying to me?

Didn't she say that the ravings of the full moon had no effect on her?

What should I do now, call Mr. Fool's honorable name?

No, Mr. Fool has said, don't talk about his name indiscriminately, if I reveal my honorable name in front of Fors, I may be punished instead...

In the end how to do?

Under the stimulation of pain, Xio's thoughts were clearer than before, but all kinds of methods seemed to be lost, and thinking over and over again could only exchange for deeper despair.

"Hugh?" The red blood had dyed Forsi's lips red, and the rust smell of the blood recalled her consciousness. Although the pain was still there, she finally had the ability to think, and vaguely called out her friend. name.

But this change was fleeting, and immediately the spiritual power contained in the blood of the Beyonder aroused her desire, so that the smear of clarity that was finally awakened quickly disappeared, but instead it bitten even harder.

Full moon, full moon!

Suddenly, it seemed that the aggravation of the pain stimulated Xio to recall the experience not long ago, desperately chanting the name of the Angel of Peace through gritted teeth.

The other party once pointed out the problem in this regard. The angel once said that if Fors can no longer resist the torture of babbling, he can try to recite his honorable name.

"The spiritual world... and the beloved of time and space."

"Reborn undead bird."

"Pious in the afterglow of old days... chasing."

"The great Roman Ambrosius."

His right arm was torn apart by his friend's sharp teeth, and Xio, who was almost unconscious, gritted his teeth and called out his honorable name intermittently. Looking forward to a miracle.

......

"This is Miss Judgment."

As the crimson picture spread out, and through the features revealed in the hazy picture, Klein raised his left eyebrow slightly and said in confusion.

Why does a person who has just become a member of the Tarot Club and has not even officially participated in the Tarot Club recite the honorable name of the angel under the seat of "Mystery", and this is the first time I really see the "Mystery" angel!

In this regard, "Mystery" nodded irrefutably. For the first time, worry appeared in his calm and indifferent eyes. The fingers that tapped on the table froze, and then spread spirituality, pulling the spirit bodies of the two people in the picture together. Source Castle.

When did Yuanbao have so many strangers in a short period of time?

He was a little unhappy, but still looked at the "face" of Bethel and the "Fallen Mother God", and pulled up this scourge that was about to take shape.

Don't the current Beyonders have any sense of precaution?

Why do some people frequently use spells that contain Bethel babble?

Two groups of crimson flashed, "Judgment" and the seat beside her, two figures with obvious female characteristics spread out on the chairs~www.wuxiamtl.com~ panting, leaning on the bronze long table top, not for a while Find out the situation.

Compared to Forsi, who had no experience with this, he was not affected by the ravings, and was only the **** Xio who was bitten by his friend on his arm.

What is the situation? I seem to have indeed seen the Angel Highness, but why is he above the gray fog, and why are Mr. Fool and Mr. World on the left and right.

Just when Xio doubted his life, the pain in his head gradually diminished, and Forsi, who had regained his ability to think, raised his head blankly. He also looked blankly at the boundless gray fog and the majestic palace. on the opposite angel.

In the light blue eyes that usually coexist with laziness and banter, there is only consternation left, and his lips are opened and closed in disbelief, and he can't even make a sound.

"Mr. Roman?"

Looking at the mouth shape of the lady opposite, Ambrosius, who has lived for thousands of years, suppressed his urge to touch his face with his hands, raised his right hand, and respectfully pointed to his right with five fingers flush.

Forsi tilted her head to the right, showing that she saw her friend who was sitting cautiously on a strange high-backed stone chair, and then extended her gaze. The bronze long table was at the top, and it was wrapped in a thick gray fog, with a low and mysterious aura. An unusual figure was looking down at him.

His temperament is deep and terrifying, absurdity and majesty coexist, and just paying attention, Forsi's brain has an irrepressible confusion.

He is the same as the description in the notebook that Miss Audrey presented, just seeing it, seems to be peeping into history.

An Elvish word inevitably appeared in Forsi's mind.

"Mysterious."

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