Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

In the closed room, Mr. A, whose body surface gradually showed the characteristics of "devil", stared gloomily at Beckland, who was forced into the corner by himself. On his left hand, a crimson and pitch-black flame slowly slowly emerged. combustion.

"Sure enough, 'shepherd'." Beckland, who had already decided that he couldn't wait for support in a short period of time, gritted his teeth, bowed his body slightly, and folded his hands in front of him. Wrapped in a raging fire.

Even the "shepherd", who is known for his head-on combat, wants to directly break the barrier built by the "conspirator" with the help of advanced spells, and it is not an easy task.

The broad sword in the "demon" Mr. A's hand was formed again, with a more violent impact than before, like a battering ram, forging the flame barrier in front of him like a storm.

Although I don't know how he sneaked in, even if he can kill me, he needs to leave here as soon as possible, otherwise the demigod of MI9 will never let him live... He will definitely keep his hands The... Born in an aristocratic family and supported by a marshal, Beckland is very good at considering the overall situation, which is why he can play the role of a "conspirator" like a duck in water.

In an instant, the flames that enveloped his body expanded again, and the flames that had lost their weight intertwined with each other. In a way that violated the rules of physics, they tightly intersected together, and together they formed an absolutely sealed high wall, leading directly to the room. roof.

The master who made all this, Beckerland, who was hiding in it, was relatively relaxed at this time. He put down his folded hands and touched an item in his trousers pocket.

The perspective changed, illusory silk threads grew out of the lives full of spiritual bodies, which were extremely clear in the eyes of Beckland at this time.

dong dong dong!

Outside the barrier, the frequency of slashing with the heavy sword gradually became faster, and even the flame barrier that was forcibly gathered by relying on the power of the spell, there were obvious and clear cracks at this moment.

However, that's the end of it... Beckland, who had already touched the spiritual body's thread, suddenly condensed his face, grinned and waved his arms fiercely. The flames rushed forward and shot like a sword.

When the spiritual body line is manipulated, even a "shepherd" whose body is "demon" cannot withstand the attack that contains the power of the demigods.

The scorching flames from the "War Bishop" will burn into all enemies!

boom!

The spear, which is like a spun yarn as a whole, is as hard as iron under the blessing of spirituality.

In the thick choking smoke, a tall and burly black knight stood resolutely, with an ancient book that was transparent and fuzzy floating in front of him.

The filth belonging to the "devil" has been swept away. The evil and holy black knight ruthlessly scrutinized the only enemy in the room. Under his jet-black visor, his scarlet eyes were incomparably penetrating, like the purest colored glass, indifferently taking care of Beckland's humble soul.

"black Knight"!

Beckland, who had just exhausted all the power in the spell, couldn't help but take a step back, his calf covered by the luxurious trousers trembled slightly.

Impossible, the demigods of the Aurora Society can't come here, what's going on... With a vain and frivolous face, Beckland looked desperately at the oppressive knight in front of him, the flames on his hands gradually extinguished .

"I come, I watch, I record."

The late ethereal voice whispered softly, and the ancient book reacted again. With the gradually boiling shadow, the "Black Knight" who was just sluggish in place suddenly moved.

The two-meter-three-four little giant took a big step, raised a straight and heavy sword with both hands, and slashed down.

"No, no, no!" The demigod aura that Ben suddenly attacked just now and the disadvantage that he lost his trump card first took away his reason, and suddenly he struggled desperately, accompanied by the last roar, a cluster or Imaginary or real flames rose from beneath the surface of his skin, almost turning him into a burning man.

He raised his hands in despair and blocked it in front of him. The rationality of the promotion in his mind quickly passed, and there was a strange sound of crazy ravings that seemed to be very far away, and seemed to be close at hand.

"Sauron, Einhorn, Medici, Tudor, Salinger, za..."

boom!

In an instant, before the straight sword in the hands of the "Black Knight" was slashed, the already desperate Mr. Ambassador suddenly exploded and took the initiative to face the darkness, as if on the edge of the sword that never existed.

The endless curse swallowed up the temperature of the flame, gradually revealing the festering flesh and blood of Beckland that had not yet been completely transformed.

Compressed to the point of being close to the real body, the incomparably rich shadow seemed to be cut on a piece of soft butter, stained with filthy blood and orange-red sparks splashing around, a shrill voice screamed helplessly, and it seemed that even the last soul was easily shadowed. Cut open, and the corrosion is wiped out.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The aura belonging to the demigods quickly passed from Mr. A, and his figure shrunk to its previous size again, only a thin layer of shadow still lingered, as if he was fighting against something.

Seeing that before Beckland's death, the fire and blood from the corpse splattered everywhere, and the solid load-bearing wall collapsed and collapsed under the impact of the dissolution of the filth and the explosion. Mr. A, who had completed the task, took the initiative to lift it up without pity. hands.

The transparent and fuzzy ancient book appeared again, the illusory pages were flipped, and there was another ethereal sound. The fallen beloved angel, accompanied by a burst of starlight, silently disappeared into the rumbling room.

From above, a room was slowly collapsing on the second floor of the Intis Embassy, ​​which was as dazzling as gold.

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

Backlund underground, somewhere in the hall.

The hazy figure with a dilapidated figure leisurely looked at the delicate statue that had been standing in the secret room for thousands of years, and the emotions hidden in the red eyes were barely visible.

What was missing from his left chest was a huge pitch-black crystal, with three phantoms entwined and swirled in it.

Tick ​​tock, this underground hall that has been forgotten in the corner of history is constantly dripping with turbid water from the ceiling, leaving little by little along the anti-human pattern on the ground, gathering in a pool of water in the center that I don't know when to gather. middle.

Medici, who had just sent off a disappointed guest, was feeling an unprecedented exhaustion at this moment, a familiar, nostalgic exhaustion that did not belong to an evil spirit.

He sat back on his seat and looked at the equally unlucky "companions" on both sides of him, and couldn't help but feel a burst of joy.

Although he has lost his uniqueness, the former King of Angels seems to be able to influence Beyonders of the same path after experiencing an adventure.

A nasty arc was raised at the corner of his mouth, and Medici's sight seemed to penetrate the deep land and the cascading houses, and landed on the moving golden villa.

He admired the farce there and whispered softly.

"I hope you like my gift, ambitious 'conspirators'."

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

The clouds were thick, crimson and faint, and the shadows stained with filthy aura lurked in the darkness, moving fast.

Mr. A, who had just escaped through "travel", was running wildly on the road in Queens at this time. The pain on his body like a brand torture tortured his soul. The temporary dwelling place of the angel who came with him.

The shadow hidden under the street lamp suddenly turned sharply, as if it had grown limbs, and the viscous fluid climbed up the wall, trying everything to slip into the gap of a closed window.

thump!

Mr. A, who has already withdrawn from shadowing, but still has a large number of strong shadows left on his body, crawled and struggled on the ground, his pale lips constantly chanting the honorable name of the true creator, over and over again.

"The pollution of Your Excellency Medici?" Edmund, who had just escaped from Augustus' search, slowly got up, his eyes were instantly stained with deep purple, and the streamer of silver and gold slowly turned in his eyes, "Peeping. The Eye of Secrets easily identified the source of the contamination.

If it were normal, when Mr. A heard that he had actually touched the breath of that war angel, he would have wept bitterly and kissed the ground ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and could not stop praising the true creator.

But at this time, the severe pain from his soul had made him lose most of his thinking ability, and he could only use his remaining reason to constantly praise his only Lord.

Edmund looked at his helpless and painful appearance, frowning slightly, and with a wave of his lowered left hand, spiders made of brass climbed out from under his robes and quickly climbed onto Mr. A's stand and shivered in place. body of.

The brass creation was attached to his body, the small mouthparts at the bottom opened, and the gunpowder smoke was sucked out, swallowed by the brass spider itself, and decomposed mercilessly.

After about a few seconds, these familiar existences suddenly disintegrated, turning into little particles of light, and Mr. A on the ground regained his ability to move and climbed up tremblingly.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness Edmund, I have eliminated the ambassador of Intis, but he lost control at the end. These pollutions penetrated the simulated 'Black Knight' armor and polluted me." Mr. A repeated logically and clearly Despite his own experience, the muscles on his face twitched from time to time, still showing that his state was worrying, and he continued to cultivate.

Edmund, who had roughly guessed through the "eye of peeping", nodded lightly, and then walked back to the easy chair he was sitting on just now, his movements lazily.

"You have done a good job. Even if the Lord's favored person will not provide compensation, I will compensate you privately."

Mr. A, who was a little vain, suddenly shook, and immediately folded his hands on his chest and gave a serious salute. After slowly straightening his body, he collapsed into a shadow without warning, and quickly left here.

Edmund, who was taking off his robe, stared at the wall of the room, and the "eye of peeping" that had not been closed stared blankly at the non-existent viewpoint, his thoughts were confused.

Your Excellency Medici, is he still alive?

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