Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

The Aurora Club is going to hold a ceremony in the Eastside?

In the closed room, several members of the Red Gloves who were in charge of operations stood up and looked at each other.

They all think of a possibility!

"These lunatics, do they want to reproduce the tragedy of Tingen in the East District?" Finally, Sost, who gritted his teeth, expressed his conjecture, word by word.

Crestai put down the off-white translation in his hand, clenched the suitcase in his right hand, and stood up slowly.

A metal collision sounded, and the chain on the suitcase wrapped around his wrist like a snake, and a deep force spread from the inside of the suitcase, connecting the "spirit witch" with it.

For a time, Crestai, who was standing in the middle of the room, was comparable to a demigod.

He spoke slowly, but his tone was extremely firm and his voice was mellow.

"Lyon, notify the nearby squad to shrink towards the target and continue to monitor. At the same time, send a telegram to MI9, requesting to call the airship and use air superiority to block nearby blocks."

With that said, his eyes slowly swept across everyone in the room, and finally stopped on Sost.

"Finally, let's act secretly and don't startle the snakes."

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

"Hugh, she hasn't been here recently. How do I know where she went?"

Dunn looked at the strong man with erratic eyes, and slowly took out a few coins from the side pocket of his coat under the terrified gaze of the other party.

He pushed the acetate glasses on the bridge of his nose, his palms loosened, and one penny coin landed on the greasy wooden table, clinking.

"This is your reward."

After speaking, he ignored the strong man, got up and walked out.

On the filthy wine table, the strong man still kept his hands open funny, staring at the coins on the table, but did not dare to reach out, as if they were attached to this terrible plague.

Standing on the noisy and cold street, Dunn familiarly lit a cigarette and took a deep breath.

After his rebirth, he has always consciously wanted to make a difference from his previous self, and can often change his habits and way of doing things.

But in the end, under the torture of smoking addiction, he still gave in. Although he no longer prepared special pipes like before, he still chose the cigarettes that emerged in the southern continent as a substitute, and took a puff from time to time.

The nicotine paralyzed his brain, and the accumulated fatigue was briefly expelled.

It seems that Miss Hugh is indeed a qualified "arbitrator", I asked more than a dozen people, but none of them really sold her information... Thinking of the different reasons and blatant rejections , or all kinds of perfunctory, Dunn smirked with some emotion.

The wind and dust in the distance rolled by, the sparks of the cigarettes became smaller and smaller, and the constant torture of sand and stones hitting his face, Dunn couldn't help but cast his eyes upwards.

The pale yellow smoke was swept away, the lead-grey sky briefly reappeared, and under the low-pressure clouds, the steel monsters wrapped in layers silently passed by, flying higher and higher.

"The military's airship?" Dunn stared blankly at the monster in the sky, his eyes moving with it.

Around him, more workers also stopped their work, with shock in their eyes, and even some more ignorant workers were already kneeling on the ground, shivering.

Why is there a floating airship in the East District, and it is still rising, and it has no intention of leaving. What happened?

Looking at the pale yellow smoke that squeezed into the gap again, Dunn subconsciously followed two steps forward.

"You want to know what happened?" A voice came from behind him, gradually changing from vague to clear.

Dunn, whose body was slightly tense, pulled his gaze back from the sky, turned back, and saw Edmund Jason with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Since you are here, it means that this matter involves something deep, of course I am very interested."

In fact, he has already vaguely guessed.

Edmund, who was wearing a dark purple robe, nodded and said directly:

"Lan Erwus is going to try to let the true creator come in the Eastern District, and the Church of Evernight is ready to stop him."

Under his gaze, blazing flames rose from Dunn's eyes little by little. His right hand trembled and he put on his glasses, his fingers resting on the frame, and two white marks were pinched.

It's just that Edmund, who came in avatar, looked at the reaction of the former night watchman, and then followed the "eye of peeping" to glance at the state of Mr. A in a villa somewhere in Queens, and then continued:

"This is a good opportunity. As your guide, I also hope that you can end your hatred and start a new life."

With a gloomy face, Dunn stood there and said nothing.

He knew very well what the Highness meant by "starting a new life".

In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the run-in period when he devoured the characteristics of his teammates every time. Even in the daytime, he could not distinguish between dreams and reality.

In the hazy hallucination, on one side was the path leading to the Church of St. Selina, where stood all the partners in the "Little Room" deep in his memory, as well as Old Neil and Klein who were not in the "Sleepless" pathway.

On the other side, in the gloomy sewers, Lanervus' corpse was separated, a holy light hung down from the sky, and he stood in the center. The light farther away was the avenue to open a new life and lead to the future.

Edmund, who was standing on one side, just watched his choice without interfering.

Finally ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Dunn let go of his trembling right hand, his black acetate glasses still hanging from the bridge of his nose.

Edmund on the side slowly raised the corner of his mouth, and the figure in the dark purple robe gradually faded.

He watched with satisfaction as Dunn straightened his back again and took a very loud step forward.

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

In the small cafe by the Backlund Bridge, Klein held a newspaper in one hand and a warm coffee cup in the other, watching the headlines in the Daily Observer.

Even after so many days, they still haven't found the body of their newspaper president, so they were attacked and ridiculed by some lace tabloids.

However, the good news is that the recent Siviras field seems to be very powerful, and there are no more cases of the Rotten Male Corpse and the Crazy Ripper, which require the mainstream media to cover up with great effort. The newspaper had a chance to breathe.

Klein, who had just made an appointment with Ian for the next meeting, raised the coffee in his hand, and immediately pressed his lips to take another sip.

Clap la la, Klein's eyes, who were raising his arms, were dazed for a while. He carefully distinguished the female voice around his ear, and confirmed the content of the words over and over again. He didn't even realize that coffee was spilled on his collar.

In his mind, a group of crimson stars kept shrinking, and Miss Judgment's blurred figure was distorted and changeable, but the voice that reached his ears was extremely clear.

"Respected Mr. Fool, the Church of Evernight has begun its actions against Lanvus, just..."

A thick gray fog gushed out from the corner of his eyes, and on the hazy picture, "Mystery" stood high above the infinite sky, and his peaceful voice echoed.

"This is the first step in your revenge."

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