Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Bright sunlight poured into the semi-enclosed Nighthawks Recreation Room through the curved orifice windows, illuminating the slightly shady environment.

The atmosphere in the room was extremely dull today, no one was playing cards, no one was joking, no one was talking, as if everything and all the vitality had been taken away by old Neil.

Although Klein sat on his favorite easy chair as usual, holding the edge of the newspaper with both hands, his eyes were blurred and he couldn't see anything.

Phew... Klein exhaled deeply, as if he wanted to spit out all the negative emotions in his heart.

But he failed. As soon as he calmed down, he would think of the spirit standing in front of him, what Old Neil had done for her, and the pain and reluctance in Old Neil's eyeballs at the end.

Just when he was about to fall silent again, Dunn carefully pushed open the door of the lounge, looked around and said:

"Klein, come out."

Without any unnecessary ups and downs, Klein slowly stood up and followed Dunn out of the entertainment room.

They walked on the spiral staircase quietly like that, until Dunn felt the atmosphere was too heavy, stopped in front of him, turned to look at him and said:

"The people from the church are here."

The people who inspected me are here? At this moment, for the first time, Klein's long-sullen mood had a big ups and downs, and his spirit suddenly became tense.

"Who is the person in charge of examining me?" Klein asked in a low voice.

Dunn pondered for a while, and then said:

"This time you are in charge of the senior deacon directly under the sanctuary, 'Blade of Tranquility' - Ms. Fran Amani, the special application for this place should be in charge of a 'red glove' captain, but what happened to you Too many things, so the church appointed a senior deacon."

"Demigod!" Klein blurted out in shock.

Dunn was silent for a few seconds, then nodded slightly and said:

"Don't panic, you and Ms. Amani should have something in common. She is the youngest demigod who has been promoted in the past ten years, and she is also a genius."

I don't think I'm a genius... Klein fell into silence all of a sudden.

"Heh, I was wondering if the attached report I wrote made your review more difficult..." Dunn made a little joke in order to ease Klein's nervousness.

Hearing the captain's self-joking, Klein shook his head and said with a smile:

"Without the attached report from the captain, I am afraid that the church will arrest me in Chanis Gate. After all, since I joined the Nighthawks, all my teammates have said that our work pressure has increased suddenly, just like me It's like a humanoid Sealed Artifact that can attract extraordinary events."

Seeing that Klein was not as nervous as he thought, Dunn turned around and continued down the spiral staircase.

The two regained their silence in this way, and quickly walked down the spiral staircase to the door of the alchemy room where the potions were prepared.

Klein watched the captain lightly knock on the wall, and then directly pushed open the dark brown secret door. His eyes extended, and he saw secret doors illuminated by elegant gas lamps. In the center of the long table, a beautiful lady in a formal suit and red gloves.

Her dark, silky long hair is like silk, which is naturally scattered behind her back; the dim light reflects on her fair face, and with the shadows, it outlines the beautiful face of her high nose bridge and angular jawline. A pair of light purple eyes are dark and deep, as if they can inhale a person's soul and let them drown voluntarily in peace.

Looking at the cold and beautiful face of the other party, Klein couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. When he looked back, he found that the captain had silently closed the door and locked himself in the door.

Captain, did you leave me and 'run'? The corners of Klein's mouth twitched a few times, forcing himself to turn his head, looking directly at the senior deacon sent by the church, and bending over to give a salute.

"Hello, Your Excellency Amani."

Standing upright in the center of the room, Fran glanced up and down the bookish young man in front of him, and said briefly:

"Klein Moretti, I think we can start."

This is an affirmative sentence... Klein didn't think about Fran's unreasonable words, and replied obediently:

"I have no problem, Your Excellency."

Fran nodded slightly, pointed casually to a high-back chair next to her, and signaled:

"Sit there, and after you are seated, I will check your mastery of the potion."

Klein secretly glanced around Fran curiously, but did not find that the other party was carrying any equipment that might be used for testing. He could only take a few steps forward with doubts, and reached the seat that Fran pointed to earlier. .

Fran saw that Klein was already in place, raised her chin slightly, and the entire alchemy room fell into absolute silence, as if it was isolated from the outside world, and the dark gray ground suddenly became deep, like the surface of a winter lake. end.

Suddenly, a phantom song resounded in the narrow space as if from afar, and illusory arms floated out from the floor as deep as a lake, following the legs of the high-back chair and Klein's ankles, gradually. climbed onto his body.

The ethereal singing voice was incomparable to the Holy Spirit. Under its appeasement, Klein lost all thoughts of resistance, and could only let the arms crawling out of the floor cling to him.

Suddenly, the ethereal song **** suddenly became clear, became high-pitched and sharp, and gradually twisted into a scream under the guidance of the high-pitched voice. An inexplicable fear rushed straight into Klein's heart.

With another scream, Klein was instantly deprived of senselessness, as if he had been exiled into the endless darkness.

Phew... He breathed a long sigh of relief, only the thumping heartbeat left in his ears, and the sense of fear in his heart suddenly climbed to an unprecedented height, and it seemed that the next moment he would continue to be driven by fear. Accelerated heartbeat and violent death.

when!

A crisp bell toll awakened Klein's tense spirit and brought him back to reality.

Under the contrast of the indescribable darkness just now, the dim light in the alchemy room was a little dazzling. Klein had to half-squint his eyes and focus for a long time before he could see the figure of Fran Amani in a formal suit.

"Your mastery is pretty good. In terms of potion mastery, you have surpassed most of the Nighthawks." Fran was the first to break the silence and approved of Klein's review.

"So, can I be promoted?" Klein asked tentatively.

Fran didn't answer his question directly, she just raised her arm slightly and summoned a bulging spirit from her shadow.

It looks like a puffer fish that has lost its spines, with only one eye and a huge cracked mouth on its entire body, as well as a huge bone spur growing on its tail.

It floated in the air and swirled, turned its belly up, let Fran's hand pass through it, and took out a copy of the ingredients and formula corresponding to the "Joker" potion.

Fran controlled the group of objects and flew to the long table beside Klein, and said in a cold voice:

"According to the procedure, you can already mix potions for promotion."

She paused for a while. For the first time, an expression appeared on her indifferent and alienated face. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she said with a wicked smile:

"But because you have mastered the 'acting method', you need another procedure, and you need to swear to the goddess."

"Of course, this is not aimed at you. I will carry out this process one by one to all the Nighthawks in Tingen who know about the existence of the 'playing method'."

"No problem." Klein thought for a while, and then agreed, "Do you need me to do anything to recite the goddess's honorable name?"

Fran raised her thin eyebrows without concealment, and sorted out the folds of her clothes:

"No, just stand there."

stand right here? Don't you swear to the goddess? Klein couldn't help but wonder.

At this moment, inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind, and his gaze couldn't help but turn to the direction of Fran's eyes.

He just tilted his head slightly, and saw that the young lady's originally light purple deep eyes suddenly tightened into vertical pupils, and the golden streamer escaped from the needle-shaped pupils, like flowing magma, Just looking at it gives a burning sensation.

Standing opposite Klein, Fran, who was using herself as the anchor to describe the ritual, lost control of her expression for a while. The stubby wolf hair faintly appeared on her body, and then quickly disappeared. She seemed to give up something while thinking, and frowned. Wrinkled tightly, and then accelerated the depiction of the ceremony.

, Under the torment of intense burning pain, UU read www.uukanshu. com Klein subconsciously blinked, and when he opened it again, he found himself in a boundless sea of ​​flowers filled with sleeping flowers and night herbs, shrouded in boundless darkness, incomparable. Tranquility, it seems that even breathing will wake up the surrounding sleepers.

Goddess of the Kingdom of God! This idea suddenly popped into Klein's mind. He raised his head subconsciously, only to see a huge figure that seemed to be connected to the sky.

The figure was wearing a layered but uncomplicated long black dress, embellished with countless dazzling lights, as if covering the night.

Just staring at this great figure made Klein feel unprecedented peace, fell into a deep sleep silently, and fell silently into the sea of ​​flowers.

Beside him, a smear of black floated gently, and an elf man with a soft face walked past Klein's sleeping body.

He stopped in front of the huge figure wearing a long and complicated dress, slowly took off his hood, raised his head, and his voice was calm and gentle:

"Long time no see, Amanisis."

For a time, the boundless sea of ​​flowers seemed to shake, and the huge figure standing in the center of the sea of ​​​​flowers quickly shrank to a normal size.

The huge star curtain that was previously concentrated on Him suddenly floated up and floated to the high sky, lighting up the world shrouded in darkness.

The goddess of the night, Amanesis, stood on the spot, her face still covered by shadows, and the shadows were so vivid that it did not seem real.

But at this time, the man standing opposite him undoubtedly felt the joy from this "Hidden Mother", and felt the emotions emanating from the other party.

The goddess of eternal night, the remnant of the old days, Amanisis looked at the old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, and said softly:

"Long time no see, Zhou."