Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

The cold rain washed the dark red blood, the mottled corpse sea, the red traces slowly flowing, the gap between the corpse and the corpse seems to be still flowing blood vessels, which are transporting diluted blood.

There are hundreds of corpses in front of him, but at first glance, Tristan could not find any stacked corpses. These corpses were stripped naked and mixed with flags with strange patterns. The corpse was dragged here, messy but neatly placed in the appearance of some kind of coat of arms, the corpse and the corpse were almost attached to each other, and the dark red exposed by the disembodied belly was connected together, looking from a distance , is simply a circular carpet woven from flesh and blood.

"Ha, ha, ha ha ha ha..." Before the only living person here knelt down in this purgatory on earth, his white fingers tightly clasped his thin cheeks, half crying and half laughing in the rain.

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Tristan woke up from his dream and stared at the ceiling above his head, only to see a blood-red drawing of hell.

This dream has haunted him for a long time since the end of the Fourth Epoch.

As a "secret mage" who is blessed by the true god, not to mention the gods at the top of his sequence, he can use the ability of "thief" recklessly to steal life from his enemies and let this long-dead body survive. a thousand years later.

"Gage!"

Tristan called out to the house, and after a while, a man dressed as a butler gently pushed open the door.

"What's the matter, sir?"

His facial features have obvious traces of mixed blood, and he was an island native brought back from the sea by Tristan when he went out.

After accidentally saving the little boy, Tristan spent 30 years cultivating him into the most powerful Beyonder other than himself in this manor, a "traveler".

"Is there anything I need to do today?" After all, he is a demigod, and although the nightmares are disturbing, Tristan is obviously not dizzy like other nobles because of the lack of sleep quality, even if the terrifying picture It still overlaps with reality from time to time, and he turns a blind eye to it.

"Of course, Baron Petra wanted to visit you last week, and you have already excused yourself once because of your physical discomfort." Geiger, whose face was more wrinkled than Tristan, replied without thinking.

Viscount Tristan Eugen, this is his current title and the fourth identity he has used in Intis since the Fourth Epoch.

The setting is the eldest son of the old Viscount Eugen, but in fact the old Viscount and the so-called son are the same person.

"Then use other reasons to make Petra wait. I don't want to see anyone today."

Guyger didn't question the master's decision, just nodded, took the initiative to exit the room, made way for the footman behind him, and helped Tristan get dressed.

Anyway, everyone in this rural area knows that the new Viscount Eugen is just as eccentric as the dead old guy. They are all "friars" who live in isolation. If it weren't for the vast wealth in their hands, no noble would be willing to Visit the family.

With the help of the servants, Tristan, who was meticulous in taking care of the complicated coat, left the room and went directly to the direction of the basement, but the servants in the room seemed to have not seen it, and continued to put white bread and milk in the room. The table is facing the air and continues to serve the master who does not exist in the main seat.

On the stairs leading to the basement, the rich darkness turned into a perfect canvas. The scene in the nightmare was projected onto the surrounding darkness as it should, combined with the gloomy environment, although he was very sure that he was at home now, but Tristan had no idea. There is still an illusion that I have returned to that night.

Back to the terrifying period when the "mysterious god" returned to sleep, followed the great saints and was hunted down, and the Lamb of the Lord was reduced to the sacrifice of fuelwood by the cultists.

Passing through the end of the deep stairs and through the basement full of debris, Tristan bumped up without blinking as if he hadn't seen the hard wall blocking him, and his body melted into the weight strangely. Little by little, it disappeared into the gray-white wall surface.

This is a specially treated chamber, one that Geiger doesn't even know about.

This is a special space opened up by the ability of the "Mystic Mage", so that part of a castle on the outskirts of Backlund was fixed here by Tristan using a ritual, and connected to the Eugen family's manor through a wall in reality .

It still maintains the architectural style of the Quaternary period. The four walls are marked by knife and axe. In the middle of the dull but warm room is a soft high-back chair wrapped in silk flannel. A man with long black curly hair With her shoulders hanging down on her chest, the good-looking lady has her legs slanted, and sits here gracefully. The palms that overlap her legs are holding a book, and she can vaguely see the "fairy tale" through her fingers. etc. words.

Evelyn Carson, a demigod born in the same era as Tristan, a "Frenzy Mage", a genius who was promoted to Sequence Three within ten years.

Tristan stared at her in the darkness, eager to meet her beautiful green eyes.

But this lady never opened her eyes again a thousand years ago, she fell asleep, not a euphemism for death, she really just fell asleep, but this body is asleep~www. wuxiamtl.com~ After the "God of Mystery" returned to sleep, the parish in charge of Evelyn was attacked by the church of "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" for the first time, and was eventually chased and intercepted by two demigods. The spell made by Listan cast herself into the spiritual world, but she was indeed illuminated by the level 0 sealed artifact, and the angel-level "nightmare into a dream" invaded her brain, and no one knew that she was in a nightmare. What the demigod saw, Tristan only knew that when he found Evelyn, the demigod who had never dared to reveal his true heart had fallen into eternal "peace" and became a living creature. Humanoid seal.

"so what have you thought of?"

Edmund Jason also looked at the "asleep" demigod and asked softly beside him, as if he was worried that speaking loudly would disturb the lady sitting on the high-back chair.

Tristan habitually bowed to the elusive His Highness, then shook his head.

"My mental state is still unstable, and I'm afraid I won't be able to try the ritual of the 'ancient scholar' in a short time."

"It took less than three years for Evelyn to become a demigod and become a 'Frenzy Mage'..." Edmund, who was dressed in a gorgeous robe, habitually wanted to ridicule a few words, but he was timely. He closed his mouth and changed his rhetoric.

"Forget it, there are still five hundred years before the end, and you still have enough chances."

His figure gradually faded, and the illusory blue butterfly fluttered with flickering wings, leaving beautiful trails in the air. In the claustrophobic room, there were only two people who had missed each other in silence.

Tristan blinked, the nightmare in the darkness did not disappear, but it seemed to be much blurred compared to before.

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