Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

In the end, Klein still followed the guidance of spiritual intuition and followed Mr. Aigron.

Regardless of the purpose behind the prince, Klein felt that he would always find an opportunity to recite his honorable name.

Although he didn't intend to directly ask "Mystery" for help, but when he was watching the "live broadcast" on Gray Mist, he accidentally heard the honorable name of Ambrosius, maybe he could try it.

His intuition told him that the one would definitely respond.

boom.

In the room, Rosago's body was not taken away, and even the clothes on his body became more messy. His head rolled at the foot of the sofa stared straight at the door of the room, as if endless resentment was brewing.

A gust of cold wind blew, and she had been floating outside the window just now. Sharon, who did not directly break the "Judge" blockade, slowly flew into the already empty room, and there was no turbulence in her blue eyes.

A force that suddenly erupted just now attracted her, so that she did not support Klein immediately, and could only watch from a distance that her employer was taken away by the landlord.

She looked around the small space, her pale skin raised her arms slightly, and with a coldness, Rosago's headless body actually stood up, like a puppet in disrepair and lack of lubrication at the joints, it was difficult He took a few steps, acting strangely.

He walked, walked, his movements became smoother and smoother, and then he silently picked up his rolled head and pressed it roughly on his neck, which had been burnt to a black layer.

Living corpse, the former "Master of Puppets" has undoubtedly become a living corpse!

He was "complete" again, his eyes swept over, and he nodded at the "wraith" who had longed for before his death, took the initiative to walk to the door, held the door handle, and walked out.

Seeing that the thin wooden door was closed again, Sharon knew that in about ten minutes, there would be another nameless corpse in the Tussock River.

The house returned to tranquility again, with blond hair and blue eyes, a delicate appearance, and the pale, puppet-like Miss "Wraith", just like a real female ghost, floating aimlessly in the air.

After a long time, it seemed that she couldn't wait for that person to return. Her illusory and hazy body gradually became real. The black gothic court dress fell on an ordinary chair, and it was slender wrapped in black boots. His legs folded down and he tapped lightly on the blood-stained wooden floor. The pattern on the toe was stained with dark red.

She looked at the sofa opposite, lost in thought.

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

Queens, the Embassy of the Republic of Intis in Backlund.

This embassy is worthy of the name of the romantic country Intis. The whole building shows the splendor of the "sun" and the rigorous aesthetics of the "steam", just like a magnificent rose, advocating the subtle Roen-style architecture In the group, Yan crushes the crowd.

However, at this time, the villa, which seemed to be made of gold, had been unknowingly covered by the most intense shadow in the corner that the red moon could not touch. The fallen spiritual power gently covered it. Layer yarn.

Today's weather is not bad. Beneath the sparse stars and the ever-present red moon, two slightly thin, tall figures are suspended side by side, looking down at this house soaked with sticky desires with indifferent eyes.

The angel of the Aurora Society, the beautiful-faced Mr. A focused on everything on the ground. The sight from his scarlet eyes kept moving on the staff of the Intis embassy who were moving, and some of them swept away. However, some stared at it for a long time, as if evaluating the value of the livestock that was about to be slaughtered.

The overwhelming shadow barrier here is naturally impossible to be made by this "shepherd" who only has Sequence Five. If such a large arrangement, if it is not special, it is estimated that it has already attracted the attention of the angels in the balance palace.

Beside Mr. A, the man in the dark purple robe suddenly took off his hood, looked up at the brightest full moon in the sky, and smiled.

"His Royal Highness Edmund, I'm ready." Mr. A, who had been looking down at the ground, suddenly withdrew his gaze, drew an inverted cross on his chest reverently, and said slightly sideways.

Edmund Jason, who was in the depths of the Furious Sea, withdrew his sight, and his dark purple eyes mixed with silver and gilt suddenly turned into dark blue, and nodded slightly.

"Okay, but I still have to deal with it."

Saying that, this "corrupt" who only became an angel at the end of the Fourth Epoch, but has mastered a rich mysterious magic, slowly stretched out his right hand.

His fingertips touched the cold air in the air, and it became transparent little by little, turning into particles of light. The huge information changed its form. With the power of the personality, like a magnet, he sucked out a lot of fragmented information from the golden villa below. .

"You only have ten minutes." Carefully suppressing his breath, Edmund, who was interfering with other staff in the embassy from his cognitive information, said indifferently, watching Mr. A, who had been bowing his head respectfully, suddenly raised the wind and waves, gliding towards house below.

In fact, if he just killed the unknown Ambassador Intis, even if he wanted to disguise himself as a "shepherd" and commit the crime, the Aurora Society would take over this action.

But the half body of the Lord, he seemed to have made it clear that he did not want the Lord to intervene in his revenge.

Although it sounds ridiculous, Edmund was unexpectedly understandable, and was even willing to take the initiative to facilitate the actions of the Aurora Society's envoy for the sake of this "other Lord" who had not yet met.

Moreover, if he really wants to take revenge through the power of the Lord, he will only encounter greater resistance because of his true identity being exposed... Withdrawing his gaze, he has already noticed that the power of balance is gradually being destroyed. The corners of Edmund's mouth twitched, and he looked playfully at the location deep in Queens.

Augustus, I hope you can see through my interference with information soon...

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

As the owner of Intis' highest power in Ruen, Beckerang is savoring the time that only belongs to him at this time.

In the evening, he had already assigned Rosago to kill the bounty hunter whose location had been determined by them. Although he had not returned yet, Beckland was not worried.

A "Master of Secret Puppet", even if he has lost his Secret Puppet, he is definitely not something that a Sequence Eight or Sequence Nine can resist... He rubbed the short stubble of his chin, wearing only the best shirt on his upper body. A simple shirt came out of a guest room in the embassy.

The ambassador, who has just enjoyed a brief pleasure, is in a good mood now.

Today, he specially left behind a girl who was bought from the Golden Rose by the Zigman Party, which relieved the pressure that had accumulated recently.

Beckland, who had faint dark circles under his eyes, walked across the corridor, opened the door of the office that he had locked, and returned to the seat that symbolized the ambassador's power. With a glance, he stopped on a document.

The documents of the third-generation difference engine have been shipped back to the country, and after the approval of the parliament and the prime minister, when my term ends, I may be able to take up a more important position.

He waved his hand indifferently, and from the low cabinet under his desk, Familiar took out a bottle of precious vintage Ormir, and poured it gently into a clean glass.

The blood-like scarlet liquid slowly dripped into the bottom of the glass, and the rich and mellow red continued to accumulate, reflecting the orange-yellow brilliance of the huge chandelier in the room, making the liquid in the glass more attractive.

Beckland skillfully shook the red wine in the glass gently, and then he pressed his lips and drank it little by little.

Behind him, expensive velvet curtains block the light's path, and layers of shadowy darkness dotted with intricate patterns add a touch of mystery to the room.

The viscous shadow is slowly rising, and the silent death is approaching.

Bakerland finally finished tasting the fine wine that just covered the bottom of the glass, his pale eyes narrowed slightly, and a sarcastic smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

boom!

A deadly line of fire unfolded behind him, and the flaming tongues forced the shadow, who had raised his body, to retreat hastily.

With a bang, the shadows raised like waves burst open, like snakes, quickly slid to a safe place, and regrouped in front of Beckland, forming a figure completely covered by black robes~ www.wuxiamtl.com ~ Aurora Club. "The ambassador, who was almost assassinated just now, squinted slightly, chewing on this term that often appears in documents, with a complicated tone.

Just now, if he hadn't been carrying with him some magical items that had some connection with the "Master Puppet Master", he might have been strangled by the assassin of the Aurora Society in silence.

Although "Hunters" have the intuition of beasts, they are not good at auxiliary ritual magic, but inspiration is as powerful as the "diver" and the like.

But the "Rose Bishop" or "Shepherd" in front of him probably also had items on his body that could block malicious intent, so he couldn't sense any sense of danger.

During the silence, Beckland, who seemed to be sitting on a chair at random, suddenly burst into flames, and a long whip condensed by pure flames raised high, ruthlessly draped at the enemy who was standing opposite his master.

He kicked away the long table in front of him, and suddenly raised his voice, shouting:

"Come on, there is an assassination! Come on!"

This is the embassy of Intis. Even if Rosago is not there, there are three powerful mid-sequence guards and nearly ten low-sequence guards. This is the power allowed by Loen.

But the call for help did not take effect yet. A huge flaming broadsword stained with sulphur had already slashed the long table that was in the way, slashing the flaming whip recklessly venting sparks in one fell swoop, smashing it on the ground with a more violent impact. There was a loud bang.

This attacker doesn't care whether it will attract the surrounding enemies!

Beckland, who had already sensed something was wrong, looked in horror and saw that the attacker, whose face was covered by a hood just now, now revealed his eyes hidden in the shadows.

A pair full of malice and madness, engraved with strange patterns.

A pair of eyes belonging to the devil.

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