Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

The asymmetrical palace lacks a corner of the roof, the gorgeous promenade made of light brown and milky white tiles is covered with dust, and the glazed ceiling that used to be as clear and smooth as a lake in the past has lost its dazzling color and is dull.

Gunpowder smoke covered the sky, countless scorching fireballs and flames intertwined in the air, and the fluctuations created by magic came one after another. The knights who were still fighting one second were annihilated by the strange power emerging from the void in the next second, and the dead corpses, Silently climbed up from the ground, pale flames flashed in his eyes.

A mature man wearing a dark brown robe and a pure gold crown strolled down the lost corridor, surrounded by cold air, countless intangible beings lurking in the shadows and soil, isolating the inside and outside.

He stared at the road in front of him indifferently, his soft-line face showed indifference, as if he didn't care about the fierce battle that was taking place.

Suddenly, he stopped, and his brown eyes were full of alertness.

Farther away, at the end of the completely broken corridor, a young man covered in a robe was concentratingly reading the book in his hand, his all-black eyes were not squinting, as if he wanted to deepen every character on the page into himself. in memory.

Feeling the unnaturalness of fate, Azik Eggers, who was led away from the battlefield, stayed where he was, his body joints were stiff and stagnant, and only his mind could function normally.

His eyes were sometimes frightened, and sometimes dazed, no matter how much he wanted to ask God the Father for help, he couldn't really raise that thought.

Around the winding corridor, incomprehensible colors of the spiritual world covered reality. Above the very high point, seven different colors of spiritual light appeared silently, tacitly blocking the exchange of nearby information.

Time passed little by little, and the young man with the hood stacked on his neck was still leaning on the broken corridor handrail, flipping through the diary he wrote.

It wasn't until He closed the last page that he slowly got up and walked towards Azik step by step.

The restraint imposed on the "Death Archon" suddenly disappeared, and he regained his freedom, but the whole person still wanted to be suppressed by something. Don't open your eyes.

He has the standard beauty that belongs only to elves. The long black hair that goes over his shoulders has no trace of contamination from Beyonder characteristics, but on his peaceful face, a faint smile seems to occupy the corner of his mouth.

The brutal war is still going on, and the mourning of death and despair is one after another, but the young man in the robe is like taking a walk after a meal, not in a hurry, as if after learning the ending, there is no expectation to go to the inevitable future.

Finally, Zhou Mingrui stood in front of Azik Eggers and looked at this angel who he had not paid attention to before. Although he didn't quite understand why the guidance of destiny pointed to him, he still solemnly put the diary in his hand into a slow state. slowly into his hands.

His figure shattered quickly, and a little bit of bright light began to escape from the hem of the robe. The ancient **** brushed Azik's shoulder, walked back step by step, and finally disappeared.

The color of the spiritual world disappeared in an instant, the stagnant information re-interacted, and the originally suppressed sound exploded.

On the dilapidated corridor, the roars of the knights and the screams of the undead occupied the eardrums again. Azik Eggers looked around with a little doubt, and the anger in his eyes became more and more intense.

Who was it that led him here?

He stepped forward, holding a blood-stained quaint notebook in his right hand, and entered the spiritual world directly, preparing to return to the core of the battlefield.

At the same time, in the far west, in the Palace of the Kingdom of Night on the summit of Mount Hornakis, a spiritual explosion erupted without warning. Antigonus, who had already accommodated the uniqueness, was floating in the air, and the projection of the goddess of the night shrouded in the sky. In the night sky, the hidden sky is about to take shape, and the beautiful-faced mother of the sky crawls at his feet, looking at her brother in despair.

In front of the unconscious Antigonus, the projection of Origin Castle swayed slightly, and the silver-white mask and velvet-like cloak fell from the sky and gently attached to Zhou Mingrui.

For a moment, within a limited range, the thinking of all creatures with spiritual intelligence was confused, and even the true God who was far away in the kingdom of heaven was unavoidable.

......

In the eternal gray fog hall, "Mystery", who had never appeared in the Tarot Club just now, slowly opened his eyes. He sat weakly on the high-back chair at the top, and the exhaustion on his face was hard to hide.

He kept calling from the depths of his mind, and the overlapping ravings no longer seemed so annoying. The rare relative tranquility replaced the severe pain in his head. He tasted this surprising gift with a sense of disappointment, and unconsciously touched the corner of the table and placed it neatly at the corner of the table. Bloodstained Notes.

The yellowed pages were carefully flipped, and "Mystery" looked back at this carefully recorded memory, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, a little nostalgic, but also a little reluctant.

He hadn't dreamed for a long time.

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

Next to the entrance of the subway station near the Backlund Bridge, Ian was still wearing an old wide and fat coat and a round felt hat. Ian, who was clutching his satchel tightly with his right hand, had his eyes half-closed, and his eyelids were not very obvious. Trance.

"You don't seem to have slept well recently?" Klein, who resumed his disguise and pushed his gold glasses, walked over quickly, restrained his voice, and asked with concern.

Ian, who was not frightened this time, rubbed his eyes reluctantly, yawned, quickly adjusted his state, and answered honestly:

"I encountered some problems when investigating Patrick of the dock union in the past two days. The other party was very cautious and almost found me following an acquaintance who helped entrust him."

He didn't mention the real danger he faced, but only vaguely summarized the problems he had already solved.

Almost found Ian? Klein raised his eyebrows in surprise, turned on his spiritual vision silently, scanned the surroundings, and reminded:

"The previous information was wrong, there is no need to investigate him again."

The next thing is that the church is in charge... He added in his mind.

After a brief explanation, under Ian's suggestion, they chose a convenient and cheap public carriage, which could rush to Iron Cross Street before the party started.

Just in time for the evening, Klein was not lucky enough to find a seat, so he could only grab the nearby handrail and bump along with the carriage.

He stared out the window in a trance, thoughts racing through his mind.

Regardless of Lanvus, who is about to be taken over by the church, the more important thing now is to collect the entrustment of Prince Edsac and the potion materials corresponding to the "magician".

Although Little "Sun" is about to join the patrol team, he doesn't know how long it will take him to work for a similar Sequence Seven-level material to make enough contributions.

At today's party, you can mix the materials of "Witch of Pleasure" first, and try to ask about all the spinal fluid of the black panther and the real rhizomes of the mist tree people. You can expect the medulla crystals of the Sunia spring water." Mr. Hanged Man, who is at sea, resources like this are more common.

......

Seven fifty-five in the back alley of Brave.

It seems that there are new clues in the recent rotting male corpse case, and the official Beyonders have been attracted to a considerable amount of energy. The always vigilant "Eye of Wisdom" old gentleman actually changed the date of the meeting from Wednesday to Monday.

Klein, who was wearing a black iron mask, attended the party, while Ian, who came with his entourage, stayed at the Brave Bar to help find experts who were good at blasting.

Led by the waiter, asked Klein, who was sitting in the corner of the living room that served as the party hall, to look around and found that many members seemed to have temporarily changed the date and did not attend the party.

I don't know why the old gentleman "Eye of Wisdom" temporarily changed the time. How did he know the official Beyonder's intention to act?

Klein looked at the "Eye of Wisdom" who was resting in the easy chair and felt a burst of disobedience.

Since the official Beyonder was attracted by the rotting male corpse, why did he rush to change the party time? Could he be sure that the murderer behind him would be caught in a short time?

Or has he already gotten word that the Beyonders of the church will conduct a blanket search within a certain range in the near future?

But after just thinking for a while, Klein, who had determined that there was no danger through coin divination, tossed the motive of the Eye of Wisdom, and began to confirm the members of this meeting.

Although there were a few fewer people, fortunately, the lady with the support of the "craftsman" behind her did not seem to be absent, but the chubby "pharmacist" was nowhere to be seen.

In another corner, a man with a hoarse voice also looked around and said with a smile:

"'Pharmacist' and 'Black Snake' didn't come, I only know that 'Black Snake' died in the sewer, I don't know if the guy 'Pharmacist' is the same, it would be a pity if he is, although he is relatively cheap , but the prepared medicine is still more useful."

No one in the dimly lit room greeted him talking to himself. Klein looked around for the last time. This time he didn't see the familiar "Bishop Rose", which made him feel relieved for a while.

Although after getting along for a short time, I already know that the strange combination of the relationship will not hurt people casually, and even seems a little kind.

But being in the same room with a bloodthirsty Beyonder still made Klein feel a chill.

Also wearing a mask on his face, the "Eye of Wisdom" old gentleman, who was shaking his armchair slightly, suddenly sat upright, a deep gaze shot out from behind the mask, glanced around, and nodded.

"It seems that some friends will not come today, let's start now."

His voice fell, and after a few seconds, the man with a hoarse voice just raised his voice and asked unabashedly:

"I want to know what happened recently at the pier in the East District. Hehe, you should know that the 'devil' has acted again."

"Of course I'll pay for it, pound sterling, and I guess that's worth the news."

East District Pier... Klein cast his gaze subconsciously, but did not speak.

This morning, when he was reading the "Daily Observer", he found that the prostitute Lanvus brutally murdered near the pier was officially promoted as another "masterpiece" of the Crazy Ripper, making the Sivelas Field again was criticized by reporters.

This should be a cover up by the members of the Aurora Club, otherwise the police station would not be able to cause trouble... Klein leaned back, preparing to listen to the speeches of the other members.

Soon, a tall lady pressed her body forward, her sharp voice clearly disguised.

"Maybe this is a scam, unless the 'devil' can be cloned and commit the crime at the same time."

"Ten gold pounds, I can tell you."

Boom!

In a certain corner of the living room, a member of medium stature, shrouded in a cloak, with no gender visible, was a little excited. The chair under him touched the cabinet next to him, making a very obvious noise.

A few glances instantly came, and after a second of stagnation, they looked back at the lady who was speaking.

The man who asked the question looked in the direction of the woman through the mask, and after a while, he said:

"Eight, I won't pay more."

After thinking for a while, the gloomy man said in a hoarse voice:

"You just say it here, I think everyone should be very interested to hear it."

The lady was obviously a little unhappy, but she continued quickly:

"The new Ripper case has been discovered, but not the Eastside Docks, it happened in the sewers at the junction of Queens and Chorwood, and the victim was a female police officer."

With the efforts of the Evernight Church, although female police officers are rare, they are not uncommon in Backlund.

Klein, who was integrating the clues in his mind, frowned slightly, and subconsciously remembered the not-so-obvious commonalities between the victims that Mike once mentioned.

Female police officers are often more difficult to pass than ordinary police officers. Its educational requirements are relatively stricter, and the background is also more carefully controlled. It is difficult for a woman with a past as a street girl to obtain such a decent career.

And female police officers are generally civilians... Klein, who used to be a true police inspector, was surprised.

Seemingly aware of the doubts and distrust in the hearts of the other members, the tall lady added:

"There are obvious signs of dragging at the crime scene~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and only the lower body of the corpse was found, which was probably thrown by someone."

She said it in great detail, as if she had been in contact with the investigation scene.

Sure enough, the more vicious man stared at her and asked threateningly:

"How did you know?"

"I have my own source of intelligence. Anyway, the pier is probably a copycat case, and it is also a pretense of the police station to cover up the victimization of their own police officers. Of course, you don't have to believe it." The tall lady shook her head indifferently, as if she didn't care about the threat.

Maybe neither of them were made by the "devil"... Klein shook his head not very clearly.

According to his understanding, this kind of vile disembowelment is actually an evil ritual, and it is likely to involve the promotion of "devil".

This is what he learned from the internal materials of the Nighthawks, and after comparing the interval between several cases of the Crazy Ripper, he has roughly determined the essence of this incident.

If the case in the sewer is really done by the "devil", there are only two possibilities, either he has been promoted and this time is just a habitual evil, or he himself has destroyed his own ritual.

A Beyonder who is about to become a Sequence Five would not make such a stupid decision.

Gradually grasping his thoughts, Klein's expression suddenly froze, and the urge to put his right hand on his face surged.

In this Tarot Club, he forgot to ask "The Sun" about the "Devil".

I really forgot. Could it be that all the attention was focused on the basement ruins and the "mystery"?

I seem to have forgotten something... Klein tilted his head slightly, but couldn't recall anything.

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