Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Backlund, the capital of all capitals, was originally in the early stage of the Solomon Empire in the Fourth Epoch, centered on the Backlund clock tower, and continued to develop and expand as a dock city until the night emperor Trenzost proclaimed himself emperor. This economic and political capital The less conspicuous industrial city has gradually embarked on the road to take off.

Although it has been thousands of years, the clock tower near the Backlund Bridge is no longer the one that used to crawl at the foot of the Night Emperor, but the twin-peaked towers of the Backlund Bridge that have risen from the ground in the past two hundred years are far more historical than the past. It is taller and taller, and more worthy of the title of the Capital of Ten Thousand Capitals.

Under the deep dark night sky, the brilliance of the red moon was blocked by thick clouds, and the enchanting brilliance covered the lead-gray cloud tops, pressing down extremely low, almost touching the Gothic spire of the Bell Tower of Backlund.

In the faint roar, the waves of clouds spread out layer by layer in such a strange dream, and the dark blue and near-black painted giant airships split the sea of ​​clouds against the streamlined "fins" at the forefront, towards the sky. The presence above heralds his arrival.

The gears and chains rumbled, and on the rails on the bottom of this steel monster, the heavy machine guns and bulletproof compartments set up separately were aimed at the dim lights further down.

The cold muzzle aimed at the street through the concealment of the high altitude, and the white phosphorus bullets reflecting the faint blue revealed their bodies.

At the top of a high-rise near a hotel in the Eastern District, Christie Cesima, who was carrying a metal suitcase, retracted his gaze, and the chain wrapped around his right wrist was slightly tightened, in sharp contrast to the blood-red gloves.

He looked down at the three-story building with few windows on the opposite side, which was uncharacteristically quiet, and raised his hand silently.

Behind him, the red-gloved members who were waiting for the battle instantly tensed up. Clement, who was closest to the "Sword of the Goddess", slightly relaxed his fingers until his whitish fingers, and turned over the round mirror he was holding tightly in his arms. noodle.

This is a quaint silver-plated mirror. In the blurred and dim mirror surface, the reflected figures are always distorted, sometimes expanding and contracting, making it difficult to present a more realistic state of the characters.

Sealed Artifact - 1-63, one side involves dangerous objects in the mirror world.

Under the watchful eyes of many night guards, Crestai unhurriedly lifted the suitcase, the silver chain shrank like life, and the silver-white box opened and closed automatically, instantly absorbing all the nearby light, creating a piece of Absolutely dark.

In the darkness and darkness, the emotion of fear sprouted in everyone's heart, and only the object floating in the box can give people a moment of silence.

A mouthful of less than one meter long, the whole body exudes moist, pure white light and the ancient sword floats slowly.

Suddenly, the blood-red left hand grasped the hilt of the sword, and Crestai's lake-like eyes became even deeper, almost completely black.

The light absorbed by the bone sword in the box returned silently, and all the fear disappeared, replaced by the fear of higher life.

At this time, everyone present had a common understanding-as long as he held this sword, Crestai Cesima was no different from a demigod!

"Let's go now." He stepped forward and jumped down from the top of the high-rise building.

The many red gloves and night watchmen standing behind him glanced at each other and followed suit. The knee-length black windbreaker was raised, making bursts of hunting noises in the air and air currents.

In mid-air, an illusory spiritual body flew out of his upper right teeth, stretched and expanded instantly, wrapped him and the subordinates behind him, defied gravity, like a feather, and landed to the ground unscathed.

A few meters away, the uncharacteristically quiet three-story building still had its doors closed, and the brick-red exterior wall was like a coagulated blood clot, like a silently lying monster, waiting for its prey to arrive.

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

The dim gas lights flickered, and on the stairs without the guardrail, a tall, deformed man with a deformed head squeezed out of the shadows.

He glanced suspiciously at the corridor area he was in charge of, and found nothing, and his body fell back into the shadows again.

In a room on the second floor where the door was not closed, the cold and silent darkness boiled without warning. With the help of the seal on his face, he adjusted the shape again. Dunn, who felt between himself and the image of Louis Evans, whispered from Walking out of the corner of the window, his dark red eyes constantly swept over the sleeping union members in the room, hardly stopping.

In his spiritual vision, everyone here has a "heart" the size of a fist beating slowly, silently absorbing the life force of the "carrier" and accumulating energy.

"Rose Bishop"'s flesh bomb... He recalled the most notorious terrorist attack method of the Aurora Society that he had heard of during his training in the church.

According to the data, in one of the worst attacks, the mad cultists even kidnapped the young daughter of a member of the parliament. Several military and political figures were killed.

Dunn tiptoed to the side of the union member in the room, the palm covered by the glove was pressed on his stomach, and the thick black silk thread slowly emerged from the dark "darkness", as if it did not exist, Ignoring the existence of skin and flesh and blood, he pierced directly from the surface of his stomach and swam deeper.

Although he is reluctant to admit it, after the heart has been in contact with Santa Selina's ashes for a long time, the mutant "nightmare" ability is enough to affect the detonation of the "flesh bomb" to a certain extent.

"Unfortunately, I am not a 'Requiem Master' now. Otherwise, with the increase of 'Darkness', I should be able to directly paralyze these bombs and completely lose their original function." After speaking, Dunn once again held the hidden in his pocket. The "Hermit" characteristic in the middle, resisting the roar and raving that suddenly sounded in the ear, the whole body melted and sank into the shadow of the soles of the feet.

"Bishop Rose" in the corridor raised his head again, but because of the existence of "darkness", he failed to discover Dunn's existence successfully again, and could only go back to the shadows to lurk.

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

"Starting the hunt tonight..."

"Unfortunately, my current level is far from enough to participate in such an action."

On the top of the brick building in the distance, Klein, who did not wear a human skin mask and only made a little camouflage on his face, sighed in a low voice. , the folds of the glove are twisted to the extreme.

Although the existence of a "substitute" and a chain-blade cane can make him equivalent to half a Sequence Five, it greatly compensates for his shortcoming of monotonous extraordinary abilities and insufficient damage.

But after a brief encounter with Lanerwus before, Klein knew very well that with the help of external force, before his true strength, it was only a mere appearance.

If it's too bad in essence, I won't even be able to control the enemy on the opposite side as smoothly as Rosago showed that night.

His brown eyes stared at the three-story building, and he never looked away.

Suddenly, his spiritual intuition was touched, and he looked up, and the dark blue-painted floating airship had flown from the vicinity of the Backlund Bridge to the front of the bell tower of the East Balam Dock, entering a hovering state.

The cold wind driven by the huge moving flying object swept in, and Klein, who was standing at the top of the clock tower, stood in the wind, the ends of his hair and the corners of his clothes floating in the caress of the wind.

His main task tonight was to witness, to give Lanvus the real fatal blow in his possible second plan.

Judging from the previous brief encounter, Klein absolutely does not believe that this extremely selfish "swindler" will betray his freedom.

I'm afraid he wants to use multiple forces once again to expel the influence of the true creator on him and return to freedom...

"Heh." Klein, who was standing in the shadows, sneered, and slowly brought his right palm to his face.

In the dark night, he raised his head, and it was a big clown smiling face.

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

In front of the brick-red building on the third floor, there were only three people left in the Nighthawks team that was still numerous, and the others were scattered to every corner.

Crestai Cesima, who was holding his bones, turned his head slightly, and Clement, the Requiem Master who was in charge of the sealed item, quickly understood. The mirror in his arms turned and aimed at the closed door.

The corresponding mirror is formed in the mirror, the brick red building is still ordinary, and there is no one in the corridor behind.

"Let's go in." Krestai held her breath and took a step forward. With just a light touch of her palm, the closed door automatically opened and creaked backwards. It was extremely ear-piercing in the silence. .

After doing all this, he took off the necklace wrapped around his right palm without hesitation and threw it to another member behind him.

The three red gloves ignored the darkness and walked through the interior of the small building neatly, aiming directly at the stairs leading to the upper part.

This is the conclusion drawn in advance with the divination-type sealed artifact!

Tick ​​tock.

In the dry late autumn, the air suddenly became damp~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Crestai, who had just stepped on the next step with his right foot, instantly enlarged his pupils and jumped back subconsciously.

He didn't have time to shout, and the blood dripping from the roof suddenly lit up with fire, expanding in the night sky, and the huge dark red flames spread, and the evil and depraved breath stained the stairs.

In the shadow of the corner of the stairs, a tall but thin shadow grows out strangely. The black priest's uniform and the burning flames create an indescribable sense of solemnity.

Crestai, who clenched the hilt of the sword, looked at the condescending "Bishop Rose", looked at the enemy with light yellow curly hair and beast-like dark brown eyes, solemnly raised the weapon in his hand.

He will not relax his mind just because the enemy's sequence is lower than himself.

Standing at the top of the stairs, the "giant" with a height of nearly two meters swept his gaze, looked at the other two red gloves who had just barely stood up straight, and said in a low voice:

"You are the sword of the goddess?"

His voice echoed in the stairwell, his right hand clenched suddenly.

After a second, the shadow under his feet skyrocketed in an instant, and a huge wave suddenly roared, like a beast with a **** mouth, vowing to swallow the enemy who invaded the territory.

The wave of shadows is about to engulf everything, and Crestai, the only one who can easily resolve all this, is still just watching quietly, without any intention of taking action.

Silently, the wave of shadows that was about to bury everything lost its color and disappeared.

Crestai looked sideways at the mirror in Clement's arms, his eyes fell on the scattered faint blue dots, and his voice was mellow.

"I'm a little surprised that you didn't activate the 'flesh bomb' immediately. If all the members of the Aurora Society were like you, we might be a lot easier."

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