Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Standing at the top of the stairs, "Bishop Rose" looked down at the enemy below expressionlessly, but the hands on both sides had already held blood.

Crestai Cesima's words sounded like blatant sarcasm!

What is it that he doesn't want to wake up those "flesh bombs" for the first time, the reason why he was stunned just now was because he couldn't feel the bombs for a moment!

In order not to affect the next action, in order not to affect the coming of the Lord, he took the risk and launched a frontal attack on a strong man comparable to Sequence Four, which was tantamount to suicide!

In the anger that accompanied the tumbling blood, the tall "Bishop Rose" suddenly raised his right palm, tore off his left arm, and threw it forward without hesitation.

During the whole process, he didn't even distort from the pain at all, but his face was filled with incomparable piety.

Almost instantly, there was a rush of flesh and blood on his left shoulder, and an arm that had been reconstructed from the bone slowly grew, dripping with blood.

Under the gaze of the three red gloves, the arm thrown high in the air exploded silently, and together with the scattered blood spots around it, it turned into a hot rain of blood.

These raindrops fell, and there were dense corrosion marks around Crestai and others.

It's a pity, even so, they still haven't hurt these red gloves even once.

The "Bishop Rose" who was sitting at the top of the stairs was not surprised. He just glanced at it, and his thin and tall body collapsed like a liquid.

"Crazy is often the first step for a person to commit a sin. It's a pity." Seeing the shadow that was rushing towards him, Crestai sat down and inserted the bone sword in his hand into the ground.

boom!

Without warning, a heat wave hit, and three deep and huge fireballs, wrapped in a strong smell of sulfur, smashed straight towards Crestai, who had already moved downwards, forcing him to change his movements and hurriedly defend.

boom!

The milky white bone sword was in front of him, the lightless barrier collided with the deep fireball, and terrifying sparks bloomed. .

After losing the defensive obstruction of the Sword of the Goddess, the "Bishop Rose" who was hiding in the shadows suddenly jumped up from it, and his swollen arms mercilessly slammed into Clement, who was holding the Sealed Artifact.

Between the electric light and flint, a light blue light flashed in the eyes of Clement, who was holding a silver mirror, and another Nighthawk.

The dream shattered, and the grand spark was still bright, but the "Bishop Rose" who was supposed to launch the attack did not know when to stop halfway, and stood on a step unprepared, his eyes blank.

At the beginning of another attack, the two Requiem Masters joined forces to drag Bishop Rose into a dream!

The gunpowder smoke in the air dissipated, and Crestai, who was holding a bone sword, had a more solemn expression, staring directly at a beautiful "woman" on the third floor.

Mr. A!

Mr. A, who was supposed to be in charge of the Extraordinary gathering in Queens, actually appeared here.

There is still a certain "devil" feature on his face. The scarlet eyes are mixed with evil patterns, which together with his more beautiful face than women, create a different kind of beauty.

For Crestai, this was a completely unexpected development.

However, he did not flinch, nor did he call MI9 for support now.

Mr. A, who was sitting on the handrail on the third floor, was obviously not in a normal state. His figure was like a mirage that Krestai had only seen in books, with shadows and shadows, which did not seem real.

There is no doubt that he used special means to cast his power here.

No, if there is such a means, why didn't the Aurora Society directly cast the power of a demigod? Crestai, who was holding the bone sword, was even more nervous, and the light on the slender sword was squirming.

In an instant, the entire interior of the building turned into a dark area without light!

This is absolute darkness where not even a shadow can survive!

The "Bishop Rose" who had regained his senses subconsciously wanted to sink, but found that the floor under his feet was no longer "soft", but really hard, as if there were no shadows in the light.

He glanced slightly in the direction of the divine envoy above, and couldn't help sinking.

It was just a phantom created by the reward of another great being under the seat of an angel. If they could not solve these "devotees of evil gods" within three minutes, the favored ones who were about to be completely transformed would encounter unprecedented dangers.

The coming of God will fail!

"We must not fail..." The "Bishop Rose" with high fighting spirit took a big step forward, and under the gaze of everyone, his tall body fell straight down.

In the dull darkness, sticky and smooth silk threads silently climbed up his neck. With the restraint of gravity, the loops wrapped around his neck turned into guillotine knives. "Bishop Rose" stared at the soft yellow hair. His head rolled straight down the stairs.

Dead, a Sequence Six just died like this!

Crestai, who directly controlled the darkness, took the lead in reacting, took a step back, placed the bone sword across his chest, and took the initiative to turn it into a shield for the remaining two companions.

There are also third parties here!

Mr. A, who was sitting at the armrest on the third floor, had a dignified gaze, and the traces of "devil" on his face disappeared immediately, replaced by a face that was already more beautiful than a woman.

The crystal clear ice gun whizzed away, ignoring the obstacle, and shot directly into a corner on the second floor.

In the spiritual vision of everyone, the slender ice gun brushed past an indistinct figure, and two-thirds were inserted into the floor.

The soft sound of the leather shoes sounded, and a man in a long trench coat slowly walked out of the darkness. Tentacles seemed to be wriggling in the windbreaker floating backward, and his face was pitch black.

Crestai, who was already on guard, suddenly frowned, and the bone sword on his chest was even more upward.

This person gave him a familiar aura, just like, like this sacred object in his hand.

Dunn fully revealed his figure facing the gazes of both parties, and slowly turned his gaze to Mr. A who was higher up, showing his position with his actions.

His blood was shaking with excitement, and the power of "darkness" echoed the dullness created by the sacred object in Crestai's hands, which was also the reason why he could strangle a Sequence Six effortlessly.

Although this power is far less powerful than when using the ashes of Saint Selina, it is enough to make Dunn fight with a strong Sequence Five in a short period of time.

"Hmph." Mr. A, who was sitting on the railing, sneered at the corner of his mouth, landed on the second floor without hesitation, and confronted Dunn and red gloves in a triangle.

As long as it is for the Lord, he can die at any time, let alone a projection.

The plague of the "Witch of Pain" spread silently, and during the rapid decision, Mr. A changed back to the "demon" state and chose to fight head-on.

A "devil" who does not need to consider the speed of recovery of flesh and blood wounds is a natural weapon of war!

The nearly three-meter-high monster roared angrily, and the shadowy figure was even more illusory. In two minutes, he had to fight quickly.

The wings on the back were raised, and a full six deep fireballs were shot out again.

After only hesitating for a second, Crestai let go of his defense and slipped his feet. Fortunately, he was not hit by any fireball and approached Mr. A who was roaring in place.

The teammates behind don't have to think about it, the level 1 Sealed Artifacts in their hands are not just for clearing the field!

Seeing the three fireballs flying towards him, the illusory tentacles behind Dunn shrank instantly, and the smooth silk threads in the air bloomed like flowers, forming an invisible large net, tearing and dividing the fireballs without a fixed shape.

boom!

The splendid sparks bloomed again, and Crestai, who had slipped in front of Mr. A, froze his eyes, turned his waist, and swept out the bone sword exuding pure light, splitting Mr. A's arm that was about to be blocked.

Several spiritual bodies flew out of his mouth, and spiritual creatures of various shapes entangled the "demonic" Mr. A, not giving him a chance to change his form.

The "devil" horns on his head could not be concentrated, and the fireball behind his back could not be condensed. The huge "devil" waved an arm that was still dripping with blood, and fought frantically with Crestai.

Unfortunately, the obstruction caused by the brimstone fireball still had no effect, and the face was wrapped in "darkness", and the blurred Dunn walked among the flames.

On the scorched black floor, the tongues of fire blazed wildly, and the entire second floor was like a legendary hell.

The red gloves holding the sealed item and Dunn shot at almost the same time, and their heart-piercing whispers echoed in the corridor. Mr. A, who was separating and fighting, closed his eyes during the battle, and was dragged into a dream.

Seeing this, Crestai, who bowed his waist, swung his sword again.

A flash of white light flashed, and Yingyingchuochuo's fantasy collapsed into bits of light. One after another, illusory butterflies flew out of it, flew into the distance, and disappeared.

Dunn, who was walking forward, was suddenly pinned to the spot, and the corners of his mouth kept twitching under disguise. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

How could he not recognize the origin of the butterfly, it was clearly the symbol of His Highness the Angel.

But how could this be in the hands of a member of the Aurora Society?

Watching Mr. A's phantom dissipate and the mirror world collapse silently, Crestai Cesima slowly turned sideways, looking in the direction of the mysterious man just now with complicated eyes.

Dunn, who suddenly felt that things had become troublesome, forced himself not to avoid his eyes and opened his mouth slightly. Just as he was about to say something, he heard a crisp applause behind him, disorganized.

In the dimly lit stairs, shadows surged on the ground that was no longer dull, Lanervus in a linen shirt slowly walked down the stairs that were completely dangling in the darkness, his face still had the iconic sarcastic smile, his hands Keep applauding.

Knowing what was important, Crestai suppressed the doubts in his heart, turned his attention away from the mysterious man, looked at Lanvus, who had a calm expression without the slightest fear, and asked carefully:

"After losing a 'Rose Bishop' and the projection of the divine envoy, the Aurora Society will still protect you,"

"I am very puzzled. For them, you should be the most depraved blasphemer. Why should they protect you like this."

Lan Erwus, who was still clapping with both hands, suddenly became more vigorous, the smile on his face almost split to the corners of his mouth, exaggerated and crazy.

However, this state only lasted for a moment, and he returned to his usual state, with another iconic sarcastic smile.

"It's very simple, because I'm no longer a simple Lanvus."

A thick shadow surged behind him, he paused, his eyes suddenly cold, and the scarlet light took over the emotion in his eyes.

"Because, I am even more, the true creator!"

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