Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Watching "Sheriff Faxin" in front of him slowly get up, looking down at himself with a happy expression, the joints of his body are becoming more and more stagnant, and he is inevitably sliding down like the abyss of death. Back to normal.

The controlled Chengdu this time is stronger than the last time he received 2-049 in Tingen, and may not even be able to interrupt by his own strength.

Moreover, the essence of that sealed artifact is the puppet of the Antigonus family, and it has an inexplicable relationship with the "Fortuneteller" pathway. Could it be that this "Sheriff Faxin" who has just changed his appearance is also from the "Fortuneteller" pathway. Beyonder, a mid-sequence?

I must, get out of this state quickly, recite the honorable name of "Mystery", or do something else?

Klein's stagnant eyeballs turned with difficulty, eagerly looking for something nearby that he could ask for help.

Heh, yesterday "Mystery" even... can contact me through the mind, He now estimates... is watching a play on the gray fog... Miss Bodyguard, where is she now?

Klein, who had already realized that he could not use his half-body strength, calmed down instead, and resisted the stiffness in his body even more violently.

Seeing that the prey who was struggling in the seat, his body was even a little deviated, and was about to fall off the seat, had returned to his "original" appearance, Rosago with black hair and blue eyes took two steps back and looked at the glass of the window. The smile on the corner of the mouth is even more.

"As long as you give me time, this is one of the most difficult abilities to deal with at a high sequence level."

"Just like your 'possession'."

At the same time as he spoke, there was a sudden fluctuation on the unclean glass window, and in the hazy "waves", a woman wearing a long black court dress slowly flew out.

She landed on the ground with difficulty, her movements were stiff and slow, and she walked out of the glass one after another.

Her face is pale, and her appearance is not like a real person. In the current predicament, her movements are stiff, and she looks more like a doll, which is enough to arouse the desire of most lovers.

Looking at this excellent puppet material, Rosago felt happier, and his body was even a little relaxed.

"I think now, it seems that losing the puppet is not a bad thing. After all, if I hadn't lost the 'Interrogator', I might not have been able to win the two of you so easily today."

He said, his blue eyes turned, and he was still struggling. Although his body was already leaning forward, the frequency of his activities became smaller and smaller. Klein said with a smile:

"I didn't expect you to invite such a powerful bodyguard. If I hadn't been more careful, maybe I would have been deceived by this 'wraith'."

"And you turned out to be one of my colleagues." He deliberately acted a little hindsight and sighed falsely, "It would be great if you were a Sequence Seven or a Sequence Six, 'Magician' and 'Faceless' The features should be able to buy a lot of money.”

Saying that, the senior "Mystery Puppet Master", Rosago, who once walked through the entire chain of Sequence Nine to Sequence Five of the Diviner pathway, suddenly stretched out his right hand to Klein and grabbed his face. With some effort, he dragged Klein's body, and vigorously pulled off the human-skin mask that was covering his face.

There is no Beyonder characteristic, huh... Rosago, who was looking at the translucent human skin mask in his hand, suddenly felt a cold wind blowing from the back of his neck, and his originally smiling face frowned slightly.

Immediately, he regained the sarcasm on his face, raised his left hand with a smile, and snapped his fingers.

Snapped!

Flames suddenly ignited under the tall Rosago's feet, engulfing himself.

The orange-red flames were ruthless, and the flames ignited a transparent shadow, which instantly dyed it into ashes.

In a certain corner of the room, Rosago reappeared, his body slightly sideways, looking at the woman who was still struggling in place, but had already got rid of certain restraints, and slowly raised her hands.

He was like a real puppet master. It seemed that his ten fingers hanging in the air were connected with invisible threads, and he was controlling the lady bodyguard with blond hair and blue eyes, a delicate face, and a long black court dress.

Elegance, focus, worthy of the name of "Master of Puppets"!

However, he didn't seem to notice that Klein, who had been struggling unremittingly in front of the original sofa, had gradually moved his body to the edge of the chair.

Seeing the figure that suddenly appeared in Rosago's eyes just now, but now becomes thinner and thinner, composed of pale blond hair, blue eyes, pale complexion and a dark black Gothic court dress, Klein was heartless. With his last strength, he drove his entire body and slammed into the ground.

Boom!

"What!" I was concentrating on manipulating the thread of the spiritual body, and was about to completely bind the "resentful soul" in front of him. Rosago, who was about to get a good enough puppet, turned around abruptly, and there were more blue eyes. A touch of panic.

In an instant, on the trajectory of his line of sight, a forest cold struck violently.

Whoa!

The terrifying chain blade composed of dozens of blades mercilessly swung towards Rosago, who was standing coldly in the same place. With the dazzling sulphur flames and a malicious curse, it ripped open his body ruthlessly.

With a bang, Rosago, who was supposed to be bleeding, suddenly turned into a thin paper figure, quickly dyed with flames and pitch black, and turned into pieces.

In another corner of the room, a man-high flame ignited, and Rosago, who did not know when to make a certain arrangement, walked out of it, his face as cold as frost.

Obviously, a "Clown" of the same path would definitely not be able to defeat the "Puppet Master" with a stronger power, but the attack just now also interrupted Rosago's manipulation of the spiritual body line. Miss Wraith, at this time also swept the still calm gaze, floating in mid-air, looking down silently.

The scene quickly turned around.

Bang bang bang!

Rosago, who lost his first move, may have been reluctant to get the "Wraith" Puppet. It may be that he had to complete the task given to him by the ambassador. Instead of retreating, he raised his hands high and pointed his fingertips constantly. Shots of invisible air bullets shattered the few decorations in the apartment room.

Hearing the explosion in the air, a spiritual warning sounded in Klein's head, but he didn't choose to dodge, but turned his wrist and raised the chain blade that had fallen to the ground with a faint sulphur flame, and whipped a whip.

With a clatter, the crimson flame mixed with the cursed black gas suddenly surged, and the sharp chain blade made of icy metal was like a python. .

At the same time, Miss "Wraith" on the other side weakened her body tacitly. Rosago, who was attacking, suddenly stopped, and the slender figure of Miss Bodyguard appeared in his blue eyes at the same time.

Seeing the opportunity in front of him, Klein, who had fully mastered the ability of the "Clown" potion, quickly burst into his muscles, took a big step, moved two positions forward in an instant, and burst into pieces on the ground.

Then, with a strong inertia, he turned his waist, his curved right hand slammed straight, his wrist moved with it, the chain blade that had not yet landed regained its vitality, and the flames attached to the blades were connected into one, and fell backwards uniformly. Under the blessing of the black curse, a dark red python loomed in the shadows and attacked Rosago again.

This time, the powerful "Puppet Master" lost the elegance just now, and wanted to adjust his figure in a panic. With the ability of the "Clown", he subconsciously got rid of the attack.

But at this moment, just like Klein and Miss Wraith at that time, the power radiating from his body completely blocked his actions, and even the two hands he used to manipulate Miss Wraith just now took the initiative to greet him. The ferocious phantom that was driving bursts of hunting wind.

Tear!

The dark red blood dyed the ground red with temperature, and a pair of arms that had been cut flat, like two dead fish, fluttered and fell to the floor, one by one.

The intense pain and the burning sensation of the flames relentlessly stimulated Rosago's brain. He knelt on the ground in a sullen state, his teeth clenched hard, and his expression grim.

But no matter what, he couldn't seem to get rid of the pain that seemed to burn his soul.

Although he has gotten rid of the possession and strong control of the "wraith", what can the "puppet master" who lost his hands, the "clown" and "magician" who lost both hands do?

It seems that he is not in a good state, and it seems that there is something strange attached to the strange chain blade. The black gas that could not have affected him quickly, at this time, just like the tiny poisonous snake in the rain forest, it is slowly moving. Climbing on his neck, gradually upward.

"Ha, huh..." Rosago, who was kneeling on the ground, breathed hard. In the blurred vision, a pair of not-so-new leather shoes appeared on the floor.

He twitched and raised his head, a figure reflected in his eyes.

The "clown", who had been ignored by him just now, was looking at himself with a weird smile at the moment. The chain blade in his hand, which was stained with the breath of the 'devil', had now folded the blade and reorganized into a sharp straight knife. It is even more evil under the occasional crimson moonlight.

Silently, the figure was between the illusory and the real, and the hazy "resentful soul" floated in the air, quietly suspended behind Klein's shoulder, still looking down at the enemy who was not far from death, There was no wavering in the blue eyes.

"Haha, haha, ha..." Rosago, who was constantly draining blood and energy from the terrifying wounds on his hands, suddenly recalled the warnings of the old members of the Secret Order who were in charge of guiding him.

"Divination is not a panacea."

There was a cold light, and Klein, who was unfamiliar, waved his blade, raising a layer of flames.

Rosago's pained head fell from the burnt black neck, stained with thick blood, rolled all the way to the only sofa in the room, and stopped slowly.

Klein, who was the first to kill someone in such a primitive way, raised the corners of his mouth and his eyes were complicated.

"Divination is not omnipotent."

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