Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

In the depths of the foggy sea, near the stretch and the direction, the blue Avengers quietly docked on the edge of an island, the windows of the ship were flickering with faint lights, looking from the far foggy sea, like I didn't know when Like the eyes of the sea monsters that linger here, it exudes a mysterious aura.

Alger Wilson felt the Sealed Artifact that he spent nearly 3,000 pounds to buy, his left hand hung weakly beside him, and his usually dark blue eyes were still stained with a layer of gilt, which was extremely majestic.

This is the power of the "Interrogator"... He found that he knew everything that happened around the Blue Avengers, and his senses were amplified by the ability of the Sealed Artifact. Although he still felt vague about things farther away, Everything about the crew on his own ship is very clear.

Alger, who had dealt with MI9, had a rough guess about this extraordinary ability, and he didn't have a deep feeling. Instead, while most of his crew members were sticking to the sentry post, a small number of them had the opportunity to fall asleep. , can suppress his own movements, roll up a stream of air around his body, vacate silently, and fly out from the window of the captain's room, flying alone to the opposite direction to the island.

He had already arranged a cover in advance and planned to board the sunken ship at the beginning of the Fifth Epoch first.

In fact, there are two real shipwrecks, one was swept up on the island by the waves, carrying a lot of wealth, and the other was relatively small, and was also mercilessly buried in the deep seabed, but it was really valuable. It happened to be on that ship.

The former owner of the sunken ship was the Stiano family who had some connection with the Morse Ascetic Order. Alger had to unobtrusively take out the items requested by His Royal Highness Edmund from the secret room of the sunken ship.

Although his intuition told him that His Royal Highness, the angel on earth did not really need this item, he just wanted to use it to confirm his ability, so to him, that item was even more precious.

Mr. Fool already has an opportunity for me to become an angel, but before I can do it again, I must first ascend to the throne of a demigod. The fastest way is to get the help of His Highness Edmund.

Alger, who had been secretly promoted to "Wind Blessed", had a serious expression, and the air flow beside him kept surging. He held his body and gliding in the air, constantly avoiding the huge waves that came from nowhere. At the same time, the small wind The blade also formed an invisible barrier in front of him, dispelling the fog ahead for him.

On his chest, the Edmund pendant, which was being dragged and flew backwards by inertia, was constantly flashing with a faint light. The purple brilliance flashed and flashed. Undetectable messages guided Alger's spirituality and guided him from the most Safe route to a sunken ship buried on the seabed somewhere nearby.

Whoa!

Together with Alger's body, like a flying fish common at sea, he gracefully leaped into the icy black water.

The sides of his cheeks seemed to have illusory fish gills, and the air bubbles continuously emerged from the two sides of the reveal. With the blessing of half "sailor"'s natural dark vision, he quickly dodged the surrounding fish, The fastest swim to the depths of the sea.

No wonder that His Royal Highness handed me the characteristics of Qilingus and the formula of "Wind Blessed One" so easily. The pressure of the sea water here is not what I can bear when I was a "Voyager"...Spirituality Gathering at Alger's feet, a wave of air dissipated. Driven by his extraordinary ability, his body was like a cannonball, slamming into the sunken ship whose outline was already visible.

Boom!

The heavy sound of the collision between the air wall and the sea water erupted violently. At a distance of two meters from the shipwreck, Argel, who was colliding and accelerating like a cannonball, suddenly stopped moving forward, and came to a strange emergency stop in the sea water.

On his face covered with vicissitudes, smears of blood spread, and scarlet liquid escaped from his nostrils.

The acceleration and emergency stop just now caused some damage to his body!

Originally, because of the strong water pressure, Alger planned to take advantage of this and crash directly into the sunken ship with the help of the air waves. Spiritual intuition, even crazy warning at the same time!

It turned out to be a barrier. According to the data, this ship should have sunk for more than a thousand years. Is the defense mechanism still running... Alger looked at the three dozen meters long in front of him in disbelief. The masted sailboat, with a frown on his face.

Although his body was aching all over the place now, a feeling of excitement kept rising from his heart.

With Mr. Fool's comment, he would definitely not become a **** consumed by His Highness Edmund, and a barrier that lasted for thousands of years silently exposed another treasure on the ship.

An item on this ship itself, or with the help of the speciality of the spiritual world, can create a defensive barrier for a long time!

In the church, this can at least be ranked as a Level 1 Sealed Artifact, not necessarily a demigod, but one that is powerful enough!

Alger took a slow and difficult breath, and his right hand touched the pendant floating in the sea water on his neck, spreading his spirituality.

A melodious elf language song sounded, and illusory blue butterflies grew out of the sea water, ignoring the sea water and water pressure, and fluttering freely, in front of Alger, they pieced together into a small, large, and small. , the oval door just enough for him to pass through.

Alger was hesitant, a glimmer of envy flashed in his golden eyes, his right hand climbed onto his left arm, which had been hit even harder because he couldn't move. Feeling pain, he immediately passed through the dark sea. The door of the butterfly with hazy purple light.

wow.

Accompanied by the icy waters, Alger stepped onto a sunken ship that had not been visited for more than 1,000 years, and his golden eyes were particularly evident in the darkness.

He stepped on the floor that had become brittle under the corruption of time, and squeaked through the deep but unreasonable corridor. Following the guidance of the pendant, he turned around and stopped at a place. In front of unremarkable oil painting decorations.

Part of the color of this oil painting has peeled off, and only the relatively rich part is still hanging on the canvas stubbornly, distorting the whole picture, giving people a feeling of the spiritual world.

The guide in the pendant is gone, but it also indicates the painting, the entrance to the so-called Chamber of Secrets.

"The first test..." Alger said to himself.

His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't said a word for days, weeks.

The rough right hand was stained with sea water, and tentatively touched the dry and cracked oil painting canvas, dissolving the residue of the pigment that had been lumped.

Alger's spiritual warning was not triggered, but his brows were wrinkled even tighter, almost twisting together.

It seems that without some stimuli, this channel does not seem to appear, and even its security measures will not respond.

He doesn't think this chamber will collapse due to the erosion of time, and the barrier outside the ship is the best proof.

Boom, boom, boom.

Several wind blades quickly condensed, burst out at zero distance, and slammed into the wall on which the oil painting was hung.

When he had no clue at all and the time was urgent, he used the most primitive, and also the most commonly used method of the Church of the Storms, to attack directly!

Although this is accompanied by a greater risk, it is the easiest move to force an anomaly.

Sure enough, the sharp wind blade seemed to hit the city wall. Although there was no dust splashing, the paint block on the surface of the oil painting seemed to have regained its extraordinary power, gradually disintegrating, and transformed into a twisted brilliance unique to the spiritual world.

Suddenly, the group of brilliance attacked Alger without warning, forcing him to take a few steps back quickly, the wind blade and the light in his eyes emitting together.

But that group of light seemed to be a body without material, no matter whether it was pure wind or a sprint attacking the spirit, it couldn't hurt it in the slightest.

Just to make it show its prototype, it was forced to retreat to the oil painting, and together with the dissolved paint, it expanded unreasonably and slipped from the wall, forming an old man.

His face did not look like a real person, and his eyeballs were already shriveled, losing their luster and moisture.

In the long period of time, the original caretaker has also lost his life, and only the spirit of obsession remains.

Alger ignored him and the wall that had disappeared, and walked to the end of his own.

Although there was a bit of drama, the secret room was opened like this~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Under dark vision, Alger saw the objects in the secret room in front of him shining with spiritual brilliance. Ignoring the Extraordinary characteristics of the corpse on the ground, he thought about it in a hurry. Go forward.

Just when he had raised his legs and was about to go around the guard's corpse room, a question suddenly popped into his mind.

"The crew of the ship, where have all the bodies on this ship gone?"

"Why does it only appear at the beginning, but instead it seems to be sealed in the portrait by something, and can only be consumed by time to death?"

Drops of cold sweat broke out on Alger's forehead, the whole environment seemed to be extremely silent, and the sound of the surging sea water disappeared.

"The mountain, the mountain collapsed, the dragon, the dragon was injured."

"Bears, buffaloes and lions, and roosters, centipedes, and baby-birds, all of them died."

"Lucky, lucky, the wind of thunder has carried away the seeds, and the people of fire will never wither."

Without warning, a distant fairy nursery rhyme sounded out of nowhere...

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On the carriage heading for the Backlund Bridge, Ian was observing the flow of people outside the window, while Klein quietly stared ahead, switching to a spiritual perspective from time to time, taking advantage of the opportunity to move his neck to observe his surroundings .

Looking at the bridge suspenders emerging from the window, a woman wearing a long black court dress suddenly appeared on the reflection of the car window.

Her body is miniature, her hair is pale gold, her eyes are blue, and her features are exquisite. But his face was very pale, like a top-level puppet.

She wore a small black soft hat, and her eyes seemed to penetrate the mask. She looked at Klein's pure brown eyes and nodded slightly.

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