Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

The world fell silent for a while, and Klein stared blankly at Lanvus, who was looking down at him in mid-air, and the spirituality flowing inside gradually boiled.

Boom!

The windows on the second floor of the dilapidated building closed tightly with a burst of muffled sound, and Lanvus was no longer in Klein's sight.

He subconsciously wanted to chase, but he restrained his urge. After helping Evan in the mud, his leg muscles exploded rapidly, and he was about to reach the entrance of the stairs in a few steps.

With the support of Clown's powerful athletic ability, Klein, who was carrying a chain-blade cane, kept supporting it on the railing with his left hand, his body tossed, and he reached the second floor in a few strokes.

Spirituality surged wildly, and the "substitute" worn on the right hand turned on silently, and in the dim vision, strips of dark and illusory filaments appeared out of thin air, clearly outlining Lanervus, who was relaxing and leaning on the edge of the room's plank.

"Dirty." Klein muttered in a jerky and eloquent ancient Hermes language. With a tap of his right thumb, his left hand exerted force, and the part of the chain-blade cane under the head of the gold-encrusted cane fell off instantly. of light.

On the staff, still wrapped in rags, the cursive writing written by Hermes vanished in a flash, and the smell of sulphur and filth spread with it.

"Malicious should always be in a cage."

But now, it's out.

With a flick of the long whip composed of blade blades, the crimson flame attached to the chain blade slammed into a loud explosion, and the vacant wooden door suddenly shattered into pieces and thorns.

The facial features changed greatly, and the expression was no longer the same as when he was always calm in Tingen. Instead, Lan Erwus, who looked a little crazy, squatted on the headless female corpse on the bed, his lips pressed against his abdomen, as if he was intoxicated. Glycol of blood.

Klein, who was already standing in the room, was not as impulsive as he thought, and the "substitute" in his right hand gradually became active, but he did not try to control Lanvus's spiritual body line, and even could only hold the flame at this time. The long whip confronted him from a distance, watching him wantonly destroy the corpse.

I will die, I will die, if I touch his spiritual body line now, I will definitely die... From the perspective of "Master Puppet Master", Lanvus's spiritual body line proliferates It was thick and dark, and even several spiritual lines had been glued to each other, deformed and bifurcated.

Klein's spiritual intuition frantically called the police at this time, and the expression on his face without the human skin mask was almost out of control.

He is trembling and afraid, and his trembling comes from instinctive fear and fear!

All this will even overwhelm the horror and sadness deep in his memory!

At this time, Lan Erwusi's spirit body is entrenched in the breath of the true creator!

"Oh, so it's you, the lovely night watchman." Lan Erwus, who put on the golden glasses again, raised his head, looked at it hesitantly for a while, couldn't help laughing, and nodded exaggeratedly.

After the Tingen incident broke out, he paid special attention to relevant reports. In the newspapers at the time, there were photos of the "heroic police officers who died in the line of duty" in Tingen, Dunn Smith, and Klein Moretti.

Although Klein took off the human skin mask he usually used to hide his identity before his action today, he did use primitive makeup techniques to successfully complete the disguise.

However, just like the "diver" Klein can recognize Lanvus, who has changed a lot in appearance through a photo that is not very clear, as a "thief", he also naturally uses the help of spirituality to recognize A hapless man who was fooled to death by himself.

After being transformed by the breath of the real creator, Lanervus, whose body surface was constantly wriggling with granulation, slowly stood up and looked at Klein, who was trembling with anger, but couldn't really take action, and said "kindly":

"Thank you for letting me use it again. In fact, I never thought it would still be like this. Destiny is amazing."

Like a poet, he raised his arms, his hands were slightly bent, matched with his straight body, and under the thin sunlight penetrating the lead clouds, he looked like a saint hanging on a cross, a victim.

"I won't kill you today. Although you are as humble as a bug in front of the true creator, I won't kill you."

"Go and report to the church and tell your goddess that there is a hotbed of evil gods here. He is about to emerge from the cocoon and disaster is about to come, and you will all be the witnesses who are fortunate enough to sit in the first row. Let's celebrate."

Lan Erwusi laughed madly, and his brown pupils gradually turned scarlet.

Suddenly, his wanton laughter stopped abruptly, cast his gaze madly, and looked at Klein's face whose expression was completely obscured by shadows, "doubtedly" said:

"By the way, have you been expelled from the church, although I don't know why, although I don't know if you accepted the gift like me?"

"But a person who comes back to life from the dead will only be dragged to the court no matter what, you won't, you're already a 'dead', right?"

"Lan Erwusi!" After a brief silence, a piercing crimson flame, accompanied by a heart-piercing roar, slammed into the corpse that was standing on it, as if from the dismembered corpse. Birth of Lanvus.

Klein's expression was distorted to the extreme. The taunting from the enemy almost became the last straw that broke him. In rage, he turned his back on the idea he had always adhered to, and mercilessly swung the sharp chain blade at the corpse of the innocent.

Snapped!

The chain blade exuding the smell of sulphur and the curse was firmly embedded in the spine of the corpse on the bed. Constantly boiling.

Lanrvus, whose five senses had been strengthened, had already jumped off the plank before the attack arrived, with a familiar sneer still on his face. Taking advantage of Klein's inability to withdraw his weapon, he rushed towards him like lightning.

After the granulation enhancement, the arms that doubled in an instant slammed like an air hammer. With the "clown" ability, Klein, who had excellent dynamic vision, subconsciously pulled back the chain blade.

But the corpse's spine seemed to be extremely hard, and it was stuck in the air strike of dozens of blades connected by steel wires, making it difficult to pull it out.

In the blink of an eye, Klein suddenly gave up the weapon in his hand, raised his left hand holding the cane tightly to his chest, and his right hand wearing the "substitute" retracted to his lower abdomen, his fingers bent in a revolver style.

boom!

The battering ram-like punch instantly broke Klein's forearm, and the left shoulder and elbow fell off together.

Klein, whose mouth was overflowing with blood, endured the pain, his trembling lips slightly opened.

boom.

Accompanied by inaudible onomatopoeia, the air bullets that were compressed to the extreme were shot mercilessly. The first shot only left a dark blue on Lanerwus's skin, but the second and third shots left a black mark. Hair, fourth, until fifth.

Klein took advantage of the fact that the opponent's hands were blocked by his sacrificed left arm in less than two seconds, his lips twitched wildly, and the sound of onomatopoeia that sounded like muffled continued one after another, and the airless bullets that followed were completely in Laner. A large hole was blasted out of Wusi's abdomen.

"Ah!" Lan Erwusi, who was traumatized, roared, the scarlet in his eyes became more and more intense, and his movements became sluggish.

But he still took advantage of his clear thinking to change his hand shape, clenched Klein's dislocated left arm, threw it out of the room, and watched him roll down the stairs.

Before his eyes were completely occupied by madness and indifference, he clung to the doorframe like a drowning man in the ocean, and shouted with all his might:

"I will not reveal my actions to them, Klein Moretti, if you are still a man, report to the church and let those stupid lackeys challenge me, I am the true creator, I am the incarnation of God!"

On Lan Erwus's arm, the black granulation kept squirming, and the blue veins hidden under the skin almost swelled to the size of a small snake. The bloodthirsty scarlet temporarily replaced his will.

Suddenly, Lanervus, who still had traces of pain on his face, regained his calm, and his eyes were extremely cold. He took two steps forward, looking down and fell between the stairs. The unconscious Klein opened his lips slightly.

But in the end, He still didn't say anything. Instead, he raised his right hand familiarly and slowly drew an upside-down cross on his chest.

Then, he retreated into the shadows again.

In the room on the second floor of the dilapidated building, a headless female corpse with mutilated limbs lay quietly on the broken bed board, the chain blade that was stuck on the spine and kept burning disappeared, and there was no one alive in the entire second floor.

On the contrary, beside the unconscious Klein~www.wuxiamtl.com~ the chain blade that was carefully closed was placed in his right palm by an unknown entity. The inscription written in Hermes was flashing faintly. red glow.

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

Backlund Eastern District, at the Dock Union.

An old man wearing a shirt, vest, and a three-piece suit is standing alone on the road opposite the dockers union. His blue eyes, which seem to contain various emotions, are silently watching the second-story building opposite, and he is getting off work beside him. of skilled workers come and go.

He stood in the torrent of blue and gray, and his existence seemed to have been indifferent, and he had integrated with the surrounding environment.

Obviously they couldn't see it, but the people passing by tacitly avoided this old man whose clothes were neat and completely inconsistent with the surrounding environment.

Hervin Rambis, who used "psychological invisibility" to deprive himself of his existence in the eyes of most workers, waited silently, his eyes turning into pale gold at some point.

Across the road, Lanurvus, wearing a worker's uniform and bronze skin, was dragging his body and walked back to the dock union in a dejected manner. Behind him, two members of the Aurora Society followed closely with their hands hanging in the air. , trembling uncontrollably, obviously afraid that he would escape again, but he didn't dare to put his hands on the other's body at this time.

In the emotionally thin golden vertical pupils, a splendid darkness is spreading with Lanerwus's footsteps, gradually covering the surrounding air, soil, and even the sky.

"Huh?" Lan Erwus, who felt a tingling pain, turned his head subconsciously, his brown eyes revealing endless exhaustion.

He looked up, and across the road there were only workers passing by in a hurry, nothing more ordinary.

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