Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"We are guardians, and we are also a group of poor creatures who are always fighting against danger and madness." Klein murmured.

It's not the first time he has seen Beyonders die out of control, he has seen Riel Bieber, and he has seen out-of-control substitute punishments, but this is the first time he has encountered the loss of control of his teammates and executed him himself.

There has never been a moment before, when he could understand this sentence so deeply.

He saw that the captain had turned around, his face was expressionless, his gray eyes were no longer deep, but seemed to be closed, becoming dull.

In the heavy and depressing silence, the captain commanded in a deep voice:

"You guys carefully search for Old Neil's house, and try to find possible clues."

"Okay." Klein's voice became gentle and calm, as if there were many stories buried under his emotions, and he didn't even notice the sudden change.

In the distance, Luo Yao, who had dark, long soft hair, nodded stiffly, dragged his heavy steps, walked to Klein's side, bypassed Sealed Artifact 3-0611, and walked straight into the living room.

Looking at the back of his teammates, Klein couldn't help clenching the cane in his hand, and followed with steps.

He mechanically searched every room, like a programmed puppet, stubbornly executing the commands at the bottom of his memory.

Finally, Klein discovered an abnormality in front of Old Neil's bedroom.

He saw a young "woman" in a red dress, trembling and stubbornly standing in front of the bedroom door.

Her figure is transparent and vague, not real enough, but Klein can actually read various emotions, whether it is fear or firmness, from her eyes.

Klein seemed to realize something, opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. He just lowered his body and silently put down the cane in his hand.

The eyes of the young "woman" guarding the door flickered several times, and finally she put down her raised arm, relying on the forcibly condensed figure to evaporate quickly, gradually become invisible, and completely disappeared from Klein's eyes.

In the room behind him, there were only some notes scattered on the desk. The notes on it were very scribbled and recorded a strange and strange ritual:

"Life is made."

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

"An angel?"

Alger was trembling all over. As Beyonders of the "Sailor" pathway, they were naturally sensitive to high-level existences—this stemmed from the fear of strong personality differences.

He is very clear that the existence in front of him is stronger than all the powerhouses he has seen, even stronger than the "King of the Five Seas" who has been galloping in the ocean for nearly a hundred years!

At this moment, in this dark, hidden alley, he feels that everything he has has become worthless, his experience, his precise plan, all of these, in the face of absolute disparity, can no longer save himself .

Suddenly, he saw the existence in front of him in a gorgeous formal suit pressing down his wrist, an inexplicable courage flooded into his heart, and his mobility actually recovered!

"Why do you want to track down the whereabouts of the Tyrant Card?" Edmund looked at Alger in front of him and asked casually.

'Tyrant Card'? Alger subconsciously repeated the term in his mind.

Am I not tracking down Qilingus' whereabouts? Looking at the existence of the suspected angel in front of him, encouraged by the courage that came from nowhere in his heart, he slowly said all his intentions:

"I was tracking the whereabouts of Qilingus, and I heard news that the captain of the Black Shark Pirates was serving Qilingus and sending messages for him, so I designed this trap to force him out of control. Then, use the murloc's meat and deep-sea spices to lure him here, and prepare to deal with him secretly."

Edmund seemed to be intrigued and asked:

"After that, how are you going to deal with the Church of the Storm's inquiry?"

Alger frowned, and was quickly wiped out, and said without hesitation:

"I will use the explosion to cover up everything, there is no one around here, after I hide his Beyonder characteristics, I will throw his body into the underground drainage pipe, leaving only the fragments of the skull, the punisher will not waste it Resources to thoroughly investigate this little person."

Didn't the Lord tell him anything... After Edmund secretly determined that what Alger said was the truth, he dismissed the "guidance" of Alger at will, and a pleasant thought appeared in his mind. idea.

A strange smile appeared on his soft, handsome face, and he whispered softly:

"The last question, after answering it, I can let you go."

Alger, who was wondering why he would say all his true thoughts, heard these words, he suddenly regained his senses, tried his best to suppress his inner anxiety, and asked carefully:

"Your Highness, what do you want to know?"

Edmund's smile grew wider. His deep voice was like a devil's whisper, and it plunged straight into Alger's mind:

"Have you heard of an existence called 'Mystery', or rather, 'The Fool'?"

Alger's thoughts didn't explode. For a while, he wanted to run away desperately. This was a gaffe when someone saw the deepest secrets.

Is he the enemy of Mister Fool? Or did he just happen to be looking for Mr. Fool? A few questions quickly flashed through Alger's mind.

Previously, he had searched for the name 'The Fool' in all the documents he could access, but found that he could not find even a trace of that existence.

So the existence of this suspected angel in front of me must have discovered the connection between himself and Mr. Fool. Is it the mark left by that climate bottle on me?

After thinking for a while, he finally did not make any move. His long-term survival experience made him give up his impulse. After struggling for a while, he said in a hoarse voice:

"I heard it before."

"Oh, hehe." Edmund in front of him suddenly laughed a few times, then tightened his expression immediately, and said with a little emotion, "It's really honest, where did you hear about this?"

Alger buried his head deeply, his voice was inaudible:

"I was summoned to a mysterious gray fog by that existence through an item not long ago, and He established a gathering, and since then, I have climbed the gray fog every Monday every week under the watchful eye of that person. , communicate and gather with several other members.”

Is the Lord trying to use this method to increase his hidden influence in reality? Edmund nodded silently, thoughtfully.

After roughly clarifying his thoughts, Edmund stopped pretending and introduced himself succinctly:

"I am the 'corrupt' under the seat of my lord 'The Fool', you can call me Edmund Jason."

Mister Fool's angel! I thought he was just a demigod before... Argel's heart turned violent for a while - only gods can have angels to serve!

He immediately knelt down on one knee and said in a very respectful tone:

"His Royal Highness Edmund, Alger Wilson, please punish him for his blasphemy just now."

Edmund looked at Alger who was saluting respectfully in front of him, put away his previous frivolity, and nodded lightly:

"Even to betray the gods before a life-threatening danger is undoubtedly blasphemy, but now you have a chance to make amends for this offense."

"I need a spy who can be buried deep within the Church of the Storm. This will not conflict with the mission the Lord has entrusted to you, but you may face the wrath of the 'natural disaster', and you will also get my support to step into the demigods. A door to opportunity."

"Of course, it all depends on what you think. After all, it is impossible for me to rashly punish a person marked by my lord."

"If you are willing to make up for this mistake, you can recite my honorable name after making up your mind, and I will tell you the specific method at that time."

"My honorable name is..."

Alger's body was constantly trembling as he knelt down, and his heartfelt excitement made him want to agree to this great opportunity, but in the end, his long-standing reason prevailed over the impulse. Not a single syllable was uttered.

Suddenly, a cluttered sound of footsteps entered Argel's ears. He looked up subconsciously, but found that there was no one in front of him, except for the murloc who had been plotted out of control and killed by himself. The corpse was lying there quietly.

He hesitated to get up just now, when several small wind blades that came from unknown sources instantly cut several not deep and not shallow wounds on Alger's body. At a glance, it looked like it had been scratched by the dorsal fin of a sea creature. Same.

At this moment, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Led by a penalty person with an anchor-shaped cyan tattoo on his neck, a team of strong men in sea-blue robes quickly rushed into the dark alley where Alger was located. .

The man with the anchor tattoo glanced casually, his eyes paused on the "Murloc" corpse on the ground, then turned his head again, looked at the injured Alger, and asked a little angrily:

"You killed him directly?"

Alger adjusted his standing posture and responded calmly:

"In order to prevent him from hurting innocents, I suffered too many injuries in the process of chasing. In order to protect myself, I had to deal with him directly."

The expression on the punisher's face changed several times, but in the end he could only suppress his anger and cursed:

"Bastard, he hides a clue to find Qilingus!"

"Originally, we could pry open his head and catch the **** who was hiding in Backlund earlier. As a result, you guys at sea forced him out of control in order to grab the credit. Now, do you want me to ask about a corpse? "

Alger ignored the other party's rebuke, but just sighed, saying that he had suffered a lot of injuries and needed to stop the bleeding as soon as possible, and then went straight through the team of punishers that had begun to collect the pirate's corpse, and walked out quickly The dark alley, never looked back again.

When he returned to the port, stood on the shore, and looked at the "Blue Avenger" half-hidden in the dock from a distance, he was a little dazed for a while.

The sea breeze gently blew his dark blue hair as messy as seaweed, and the rough edges and corners of his face softened in the sun. He seemed to be back in his childhood, back to every evening when he looked at the pirate ship from the boulder next to the church. , once again heard Qilingers' slightly hoarse voice:

"Hey, little white face, what are you waiting for?"