Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

In the gloomy sewers, Lanvus bowed his waist low and confronted Klein who was holding a chain blade.

With the extraordinary memory of the "swindler", he has already recognized the origin of the "clown" in front of him.

He was the Beyonder he met in the brothel that day, the one who informed the Church of Evernight about his whereabouts.

"Hahaha, hahaha, it turned out to be you, it turned out to be you, thank you, thank you very much." Lan Erwusi kept moving his steps, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was extremely frantic, and physiological tears were squeezed out of the corner of his eyes, cooperating with him There is an indescribable absurdity in the eyes that are so excited that the pupils are constricted.

Maybe it was because he had confirmed the identity of the visitor, maybe because he had defeated the other party once, he actually relaxed his body, his naked upper body was lazily straight, and the crimson on his chest was shocking.

"I really thank you, if it weren't for you, I might really have become a puppet of the real creator, you saved me."

He exaggeratedly bowed forward, raised his head, stared at the clown in front of him, and bowed slightly.

Klein, who was opposite him, looked at all this with cold eyes, the chain blade in his hand was unconsciously changed to his left hand, and his right hand became empty for a while.

He ignored the opponent's deliberate provocation, and just maintained his most conservative pursuit distance, constantly circling the center of the sewer with Lanvus, waiting for the opportunity to shoot.

As Rosago once said, the "spiritual body thread" is in a sense the most difficult ability for a demigod to deal with, and now, Klein is just delaying time, waiting for Lanvus's spiritual body thread The moment he was mastered by himself, he stepped forward and headed forward.

Of course, he is not the only one.

Since he got the "substitute", he has designed a variety of attack methods for possible situations.

At this moment, in the tool pocket on his body, lay a spare set of tarot cards and a lot of matches.

During the battle, the weapon in his hand may be deprived, and the bullets and cards he shoots may be flashed, but as long as his right hand is not cut off, he will always have the opportunity to use the sequence in the "Divinator". Ability, bite off Lanvus's head.

Finally, Lan Erwus, who had been babbling and describing his "calling for help" process, noticed something was wrong, bowed his body vigilantly, and swelled the muscles of his limbs.

At this time, there are still three seconds before Klein grasps the spiritual body thread.

"Humph!"

With a muffled groan, Klein waved his arms without any warning, and slashed with his left hand. The chain blade that was still huddled on the spot just now moved instantly, and the crimson radiating sulphur flames rose sharply, and ruthlessly threw it towards the extremely alert ground. Lanvus.

when!

Noticing that the other party's gaze changed for a moment, Lan Erwuston knelt down and threw himself to the side, rolling on the ground continuously.

Behind him, the wanton flames chased wildly, the scorching high temperature burned the dampness in the sewer, and there was a crackling sound.

Still standing on the spot, Klein kept swinging the chain blade, and his right hand was raised high, like a conductor on the stage, raising his wrist high and standing still.

He was waiting, waiting for the moment to come.

In the wet sewers, Lanvus was still dodging attacks. He knew this place like the back of his hand. His enhanced facial features could almost predict the future. Approaching where Klein was standing.

But at this time, although he was unscathed, the spiritual intuition in his mind kept ringing, and there was no sign of stopping.

While struggling to roll, he glanced out of the corner of his eye, and the middle-sized clown had never used his right hand, but instead raised it strangely in the air.

Is this a negative effect of the weapon? Or does he have other plans?

At the moment of dodging, several guesses flashed through Lanvus' mind, and finally, the memory of the last battle helped him to send out the wrong answer.

That clown has other means, the last time he used this weapon, there was no such situation!

I'm afraid the reason why he didn't behave like this last time was because he was afraid of the breath of the true creator, but what would be the means... Suddenly, Laner Uston, who was still thinking, gave his body a flexible escape. Suddenly froze, the body suspended in mid-air fell to the ground abruptly.

It worked!

Klein took a big step forward, and the chain blade in his hand slashed again, and threw it directly towards Lanvus' waist.

But unfortunately, because he was moving at a high speed, even if Lanvus was caught by the spiritual body line, his body movements were sluggish, but the impact of the fall helped him escape the danger.

The spiritual alarm in his ears almost turned into a shriek, and the hairs stood on end. Lan Erwusi, who was lying on the ground, slapped his hands in front of him with a slap, and his fingers clasped in the cracks of the ground were brazenly forceful, at the price of breaking his nails. pulled out his body.

The deep flames soared again, and the sound of Zira scorching human grease could be heard endlessly. The burning chain blade cut into Lanervus' left calf without cutting it off!

Lan Erwusi, who was lying on the ground, opened his eyes wide, his bloodshot eyeballs staring at Klein, whose face was covered by a mask, his angry gaze seemed to pass through all obstacles.

His eyes crossed and Klein, who realized that he could no longer withdraw the chain blade, gave up his weapon, let go of his left hand, and touched his pocket very quickly, while his right hand was quickly pulled down, like a pistol, pointing at Lanvus' head.

when! when! when! when!

Four air bullets shot out, followed by several cards as hard as iron.

"Ah!" Laner Uston roared when he collapsed on the ground, granulation surging in the wound burned by the chain blade, his waist used force, and the movement jumped straight up.

Under the blessing of the enhanced athletic qualities of "The Thief", he exerted the joints of his body to the extreme, twisted his limbs to the limit, and blurred flying objects flew past the corners of his clothes.

For a moment, time seemed to be slowed down. Lanvus, who was curled up in the air, fell down extremely fast. Before Klein could react, he actually directly held the chain blade that was still burning on the ground.

Suddenly, he pulled his left hand, and the metal chain attached to the flame flew upside down. With a flexible palm, the hilt of the chain-blade cane flew into his hand.

Lan Erwusi, whose feet returned to the ground, looked gloomy, and his left hand tugged fiercely, and his body swayed suddenly.

He even disregarded that the chain blade was still inserted in his calf and pulled it out!

A lunatic, an absolute lunatic... Offensive and defensive aliens, Klein was forced to be more careful, his face under the oil mask was already dripping with sweat.

"Good job, you are much better than those Nighthawks, they don't have such good skills." During the brief silence, granulation sprouted from the wound, and only a blackened piece of Lanurvus left his left calf with a sudden grin. smiled.

He looked sideways at the weapon in his hand, nodded with satisfaction, and continued:

"Actually, you have already won. If it wasn't for me getting some benefits from the true creator, I'm afraid I would have died by your sword just now."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly swung the chain blade, and the deep flaming snake aimed at Klein for the first time and roared away.

A Foehn blew across his face, and even through the mask, Klein felt the terrifying temperature of the sulfur flames.

He is not as strong as Lanvus's body!

Fortunately, Klein's flexibility has been brought into full play by Klein. Even though his attack was so tricky, he still took advantage of the distance to avoid the scorching flames and staggered back a few steps.

The air was still scorching hot. Klein, who was wearing a worker's uniform, was panting. The black hair on his head was wet with sweat. The thick and messy oil mask had melted traces flowing across it. Under the colorful curved eyes, two dark blue traces dragged on. To bright red lips, like tears.

But the situation couldn't help him gasp for even a moment. The chain blade that had just landed was raised again, and the strong flame burst out again. Before a few, Klein's arms across his chest had been dyed black.

The ruthless flames slashed through Klein's fragile body and split his chest, but Lanervus, who was holding the hilt, didn't get any feedback.

boom!

A faint flame closest to him swelled in an instant, and in the splendor, Klein's dark blue figure strode out.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

He didn't have time to wait for another skill of the "substitute" to cool down. He quickly matched his hands, and threw out the tarot cards familiarly. In mid-air, the tarot cards of angels and horns on the cards were very clear.

Draw paper into an army!

Always playing tricks... Lanerwus dodged back slightly, and the ordinary card brushed his body and flew past his eyes.

This card is so fragile, so unremarkable, that even the tail was lit by the Joker's own flame just now.

ignited by flames!

Lan Erwusi's pupils contracted instantly, and his hands were about to be raised subconsciously.

But it's too late~www.wuxiamtl.com~Judgment" The end of the card with only a trace of sparks left, the insignificance swelled to the size of a human body in an instant, and a sleeve of dark blue and charred black was split like lightning.

brush!

The splendid flame disappeared. Klein stood in front of Lanvus, his right hand was raised diagonally above his side, and the "Judgment" card on his fingertips was stained with blood, reflecting metal rays of light.

This is the "Magician" flame jump!

"Hehehe..." During the struggle, Lan Erwus hurriedly covered his neck, but his legs lost strength, his body was stiff, and he fell straight to the back.

In the last trance, he saw the clown in front of him take off his mask, which was a familiar face - Klein Moretti!

The icy, inorganic brown eyes looked at him, and all he saw was endless anger.

"Why..." His voice seemed to come from the abyss, full of doubts and unwillingness.

However, what awaited him was not an answer, but Klein's furious kick.

boom!

With a muffled sound, the neck with only a deep bloodstain was abruptly broken, Lan Erwusi's head flew towards the filthy muddy wall, smashing out blood-red, yellow, and milky flowers.

Klein looked at this scene, lowered his back a little bit, and burst into tears.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha......"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

He laughed frantically, the clown mask with blurry paint on his face half crying and half laughing.

"Lanlvus!"

Suddenly, a mellow voice sounded, and Klein, who was venting his pain, seemed to have pressed the pause button, and suddenly raised his head in shock.

In his brown eyes, Dunn's shadowy figure stood tall.

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