Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

The tall, all-black seat is covered with traces of time, and the mottled rust on the back of the seat is like the murky eyes of a dying old man, calmly and indifferently examining the two uninvited intruders.

"Why, why are there two seats?" Klein, who suddenly froze in place and couldn't move for no reason, held the two seats on the half-meter high platform inconceivably. The seat scratched, as if looking for other clues.

In his memory, even in the parts where the internal data of the Nighthawks can be accessed, the hierarchy in the Fourth Epoch has always been extremely strict, the gap between different classes is insurmountable, and even within an organization, it is impossible for two leaders to appear. , which is also reflected in many hidden organizations that have been passed down to this point.

So what is the situation, is there any parallel nobles in the Fourth Epoch? I don't know here, but it corresponds to the highest specification...

Although it is inferred from the inadvertently disclosed words of "Mystery", there are several leaders of secret organizations in the Fourth Epoch, and they should have reached the top of the gods in the battle of gods, at least the **** of steam and machinery in the gods, and thanks to the... .... Thanks to the "secret" adopted daughter, the primordial witch who let me and the captain escape from his hands should also be ... but these existences should not put themselves and others in a juxtaposition.

Unconsciously, Klein, who had already clenched his cane tightly, shook his head and sighed softly:

"strangeness."

wow.

Behind Klein's empty back, in the cold underground space, an illusory and erratic voice reverberated, and in the dark and claustrophobic, empty and silent ancient hall, it looked particularly frightening.

"What's so strange?"

Suspended behind Klein all the time, but because of her special state, in addition to the gloomy aura emanating from her body from time to time, Miss Bodyguard, who is very easy to be ignored, took the initiative to move forward, her eyes were higher than Klein's eye level, and her expression was indifferent.

Klein, who had already stopped his thoughts, shook his head. He remembered the character design he had woven for Sherlock Moriarty—a master who was proficient in criminal investigation. His instinct was like shaking his head vaguely.

But as soon as this idea appeared, he suddenly remembered that after the human skin mask on his face was taken off by Rosago, Miss Bodyguard kept her true face a secret, even when she was taken by MI9's informant, Mr. Agron. After leaving, he took the initiative to abide by the contract and stayed in the apartment room, which made him a little shaken.

Klein, who was stunned in place for a while, suddenly sighed, and lifted the cane tightly clasped in his right hand, pointing to the various ways in the hall:

"This should belong to..."

He carefully took what he had made, the doubts about the features of the Quaternary period, the corresponding historical knowledge, the observation and discovery, and even some knowledge that only existed in the documents that Mr. Azik asked to collect on his behalf, almost without reservation. Tell the lady bodyguard.

Having said that, he looked around and added at the end:

"If my judgment is correct, the ventilation structure here is at least connected to other areas, and maybe there are other entrances and parts."

The bodyguard, who was transparent and listened attentively all the time, was silent and silent. After Klein finished his explanation, she nodded lightly, her blue eyes turned slightly, and she looked at Klein deeply and said:

"Master of Criminal Investigation, why are you so familiar with the history of the Fourth Epoch?"

Heh... Klein's mouth raised silently, his free left hand stroked his cheek, his fingertips squeezed the surface skin of his face, and gestured:

"If it were another young me, Sherlock Moriarty might have become a scholar of history."

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

Somewhere in the misty sea.

Alger Wilson spread his feet apart and stood on the deck of the blue Avengers riding the waves, as if walking on the ground.

He looked at the blurred outline of the archipelago in the distance, his neck turned slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly under the impact of the piercing sea breeze, and he looked at whether there was a glimmer of light in the thick fog in the distance, and took the initiative to withdraw his sight.

The entrance to the ruins of the battle of gods, there is not an area that you can go deep into.

The coordinates that His Royal Highness Edmund had handed over to him before were less than two days away from the entrance to the ruins of the Battle of Gods.

In fact, if you are traveling in normal sea, the distance between the two does not take two days, and even at full speed, you can reach the entrance in less than a day.

But hesitating about the radiation of the buried power in the ruins of the battle of gods, the sea near the entrance is not easy to navigate.

dong dong dong!

The heavy pace went from far to near, and a strong man with a slight smell of alcohol on his face ran to the stern not very easily, panting:

"Captain, we have left the dangerous route, continue to maintain the current route and go straight to Bayam?"

This is the first mate of the Blue Avengers - Kira Garuman.

He stopped, although it was not as easy as Alger, but standing on the deck that was constantly bumping violently at this time, he did not sway.

As a "Rage Nation" who has mastered the power of potions, he has greater control over his body.

Argel, who no longer looked at the distance, turned around, kneading his forehead that was wet by the sea water, and commanded in a not-so-spirited way:

"Yes, we need to report this harvest to the church. The current route overlaps with the ocean current. We just need to continue sailing. If there are any changes, I will notify you in advance."

"Yes, I understand." Gauman looked at the tired-looking Alger with concern, tapped his right hand on his chest, and then hesitantly said softly, "Captain, do you want to rest, I'll watch them , there will be no problem."

Heh... Alger sneered silently, his deep blue eyes like the sea swept towards his first mate, staring deeply, until he was shaken when he saw the first mate, thinking about it. To take the initiative to leave, he smiled as if deflated, and stepped forward.

"I think I'm really tired. It's okay. I'm very relieved that you are doing things."

As he said that, his raised hand was about to fall on Jiauman's shoulder, but he stopped suddenly, waved, and walked towards the captain's room.

Behind him, Gauman, whose face was stained with the smell of alcohol, snorted sharply, and immediately followed the pace, looking at the back in his field of vision, his thoughts were full of thoughts.

This is the only "navigator" on the Blue Avengers. It is their reliance on which they can gain more now and in the future, and this generous captain has also won the opportunity for himself to be promoted... Although this This exploration belongs to the gray area stipulated by the church, but he does not think so. As long as the captain can obtain more merits, sooner or later, he will be promoted together.

......

boom.

With sharp eyes and no trace of fatigue on his face, Alger closed the door of the captain's room tightly, his dark blue eyes swept away, and a small and gentle wind rose from the ground, tightly binding to the gap between the door and the window. middle.

After doing all this, he took out the fossil pendant that he had been wearing on his body from under his half-wet clothes, and chanted softly.

Illusory butterflies flew out of the void, and a little hazy purple fire flashed, and Edmund Jason's projection once again appeared on this ghost ship with a long history.

The "hanged man" of the Tarot Club, Alger Wilson humbly knelt on one knee on the floor of the captain's room, his eyes lowered.

"His Royal Highness Edmund, I have retrieved the item you asked me to search for."

Saying that, Alger respectfully presented a red planetarium that was not stained with water droplets from under the robe with the storm pattern embroidered on his body, and raised his hands high.

A gust of wind blew, and in the support of the invisible servant, the red planetarium gently fell into Edmund's hands.

His dark blue eyes flashed an imperceptible wave, and then he flipped his right hand, and the planetarium disappeared. He smiled softly:

"Well done, there are still one or two tasks, if you can complete it, I will personally help you become a 'sea singer'."

"Ocean Singer"!

Alger, who was half-kneeling on the floor, almost trembled. This was a dream he thought was out of reach at first. Even when he first met Mr. Fool, he just hoped that he could become an archbishop.

A Sequence Five Beyonder can already hold the post of Archbishop in some churches!

Alger was even more humble, and his head lowered even further.

"Praise Mr. Fool, thank you for your generosity, the great Corruptor."

Although it was just a projection, Alger gave the same courtesy as when he met the Pope.

Edmund with deep eyes looked down at the humble lucky man in front of him, and the smile hidden in his eyes became more and more obvious.

The blood of the elf, I don't know if Trislana saw it... She walked around alive under the singing of "The Priest of Disaster"...

Edmund, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes, shook his head gently, and the illusory figure collapsed immediately, leaving only a little dazzling circling.

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

A coat of arms that can be juxtaposed with the coat of arms of the Tudor family... Could it be Trenzotoste?

Having left the hall, Klein, who once again stepped into the dark corridor, thought about what he had just seen, and was a little distracted.

Beside him, Miss Bodyguard, who floated forward like a ghost, was quietly sneaking, rarely speaking, as if in her mind restraining some desire, she was recalling the exchange with Klein just now.

This "clown" who didn't know why he changed his face with a human skin mask seemed to know the history of the Fourth Epoch very well, and even had his own unique insights into some discoveries, as if someone had explained it to him in detail.

The gradually faint light of the horse lantern is expanding, and the dusty history is gradually awakening, showing it in front of the two of them little by little.

At the end of the corridor, on the wall at the bottom of the hall, eight heavy and tall stone gates are lined up one after another, five on the left and three on the right. Even if the number is exactly even, the ancient custom of asymmetry in the Quaternary is still followed.

In eight different spaces, looking at the completely dark spiritual vision in front of him, Klein took the initiative to withdraw from the current state for no reason. The left hand holding the lantern took the initiative to change the lantern to his right, and the vacant palm stretched in. pocket, took out the gold coins that had been used on the carriage.

He murmured in a low voice:

"Should start on the right first."

Zheng!

The spinning gold coins fluttered in the air, and after a few free spins, they slowly fell into Klein's palm with the portrait facing up.

"Start on the right first."

Because there is no danger of divination, Klein did not use useless divination.

If there is something hidden in it that can interfere with him, even if he is close to the other party, he will not be able to divination.

Ma Deng returned to his left palm. Under the leadership of Klein, he walked to the door on the far right with Miss Bodyguard who followed silently.

Just as he was about to open the door, Miss Bodyguard, who was suspended in the air, suddenly stagnated, and her gaze was withdrawn.

"The same goes for the left."

Hearing these seemingly unintentional words, Klein's brows suddenly wrinkled, and his spiritual intuition throbbed.

Under the guidance of spirituality, he turned his head sharply, and his ice-blue eyes shrank instantly.

On the all-black gate, the abstract sun symbol is impressively clear!

This is the holy emblem of the eternal blazing sun!

What a joke, this is the land where the Lord of Storms Sanctuary used to be, this is Backlund... Klein stunned and pushed open the stone gate.

Just listening to a sour rubbing sound, the sharp wind sounded.

There doesn't seem to be much oxygen in it, and no one has turned it on.

The light of the horse lantern shone, and a young man in a pure white robe, holding the sun in his hands, occupied the center of the high platform. His handsome and energetic face was a little blurry, but it gave people an intuitive warmth.

"Eternal Blazing Sun..." In a sense, Klein, who had faced this **** directly, froze in place, his voice trembling.

Although from the "secret" mouth, he has already learned that even the creator of the third era has a specific human image, but in the fifth era, all gods and spirits are standard abstract symbols~www.wuxiamtl.com ~ Eternal Sun? Seeing that Miss Bodyguard beside him was equally surprised, Klein nodded perfunctorily, then made an excuse and exited this hidden room.

They began to explore its other remaining rooms in turn, cognition after shock.

In the remaining two rooms on the right, whether it is a man standing on the sea or an old man in a robe, they all represent the same meaning as the statue in the room on the far right without exception.

The Lord of Storms and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, reason told Klein that these are indeed the specific images of the gods, and even the master here knows the secrets of the gods well, otherwise it would not be so coincidental, the three interchangeable true gods are not together!

In the remaining part, the giant and plump lady in the Ruined Twilight, as well as the statues that were almost identical to the ones Klein saw when he swore to the goddess under the supervision of Ms. Fran, were constantly impacting him and the bodyguards. Miss Worldview.

For the creatures of the Fifth Epoch, no matter what their beliefs are, the gods are inviolable existences.

The bodyguard, who was as thin as a ghost, floated quietly, slightly taller than Klein, and looked at the penultimate door together.

According to reasoning, this gate may correspond to the **** of steam and machinery that finally became a god, but the symbol on the door is the same as the name of the **** of steam and machinery in the fourth era - the **** of craftsmanship. The holy emblem is also quite different.

On the all-black stone gate, it is made up of golden lines, and the coat of arms with all-black eyes and twisted lines mixed with each other shines brightly.

It was reflected calmly in Klein's eyes, but it caused an uproar in his mind.

This is "mystery".

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