Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Outside Green Cemetery, in a secluded wood.

Xio and Fors crouched on the lower tree canopy, looking at a relatively open place not far away with dim lights.

They are surrounded by evergreen leaves and sucked gray dust, and the dim tones match their brand-new night clothes, hidden in the dark night, almost blending with the environment.

"What do you think this is doing?" Xio poked Forsi next to him.

Not far from them, seven or eight young men and women in black robes, led by middle-aged men, were jumping up and down around a corpse, their limbs twitching and their expressions frantic.

"Maybe it's the customs of the Southern Continent..." Almost all his attention was attracted by the rhythmic movements of the crazy dance, Fors replied subconsciously.

For some reason, she happened to know some customs of the southern continent. For example, people there generally believed in the **** of death, and liked to preside over ceremonies in a strange way, in order to pray for the great gods to respond to them.

"Although the dance is very out of shape, it should be the spirit dance on the southern continent. At least the middle-aged man dances quite standard."

Although the belief in the **** of death is not allowed to spread in the kingdom, Forsi had a rough understanding of the customs of the southern continent before, which led to inspiration, and wanted to write a masterpiece like Emperor Roselle's "Twenty Years a Slave", so Specially paid to go to the pier to watch the performance of the Southern Continent Circus.

That's right, it's a circus performance. Although missionaries are not allowed, the upper-class gentlemen of Loen seem to like the simple natural art of the southern continent, so they do not prohibit the performance of related customs such as spirit dance, but require all circus bosses to be It is the blood of Loen, to ensure that no extremists will take this opportunity to attack.

But speaking of it, the route to the southern continent was opened up by Emperor Roselle... A pioneer in the colonial era wrote "Twenty Years a Slave" really a bit... and this book Or he wrote it after he was already a consul.

Forsi's thoughts flew in his mind, and he was a little distracted for a while.

After all, the tricks of these children in front of them are really boring.

She and Xio originally thought that those who had the courage to dig graves in Backlund were at least mid-sequence Beyonders, so they just wanted to deal with Mr. Logo, and then find a reason to push them away.

But I didn't expect that the group of people dancing in this spiritual dance were all ordinary people, only the middle-aged man in the lead had a flash of inspiration, and it seemed that he had picked up some magical item.

"Wait, Forsi, do you think that the spirit of the corpse has become active again?" Unlike his friends, Xio, who has always been serious about things, has been keeping an eye on the scene of the spirit dance.

She suddenly patted Forsi, who was distracted, with a serious tone.

"What's wrong?"

Looking in the direction Xio pointed, the expression on Forsi's face changed slightly.

In the empty space, the unprofessional middle-aged man was about to hold the last step of the ceremony.

He took out a copper whistle from his pocket, held it high in the crimson rich moonlight, and changed the tone of Hermes in his mouth.

"grim Reaper!"

"Great God of Death!"

"Please respond to the spirituality of the servant token and help me bring back the soul of this lost lamb!"

After he finished shouting, the young girls who were dancing in the spirit suddenly stopped their movements, and their pale cheeks quickly lost their blood because of the movement.

"Wow!" The man put the copper whistle in his hand and blew loudly, looking at the corpse with a frenzy, and poured a large mass in the cloth bag beside his feet onto the corpse's chest.

It was a mass of warm blood still remaining!

"They killed people?" Xio frowned.

In her spiritual vision, not only was the corpse lying on the ground vaguely showing signs of re-condensing the spiritual body, but even the blood that had been poured out was a strange crimson, not to mention the whistle just now called out from the void. The spirit body drilled out of.

"This should be a messenger, a spiritual servant who is good at communicating with the spiritual world."

Fors had seen similar descriptions in the Abraham family's "Spiritual Knowledge" and the ancient book annotated by Tristan Eugen, but the tone was still somewhat uncertain.

Could it be that this man is actually a puppet controlled by some Beyonder, and the master of that messenger is the real behind the scenes?

"Woo, woo, woo!"

A icy cold wind blew past, and the corpse covered with blood on the ground did not get up in the end. The man who whistled looked at all this in disappointment and shook his head.

"It still doesn't seem to work. It's clear that the corpse can already move last time." A bolder boy stepped forward and touched the corpse's shoulder with his toes, expecting a miracle to happen.

But after waiting for four or five seconds, the corpse was still lying on the ground, motionless.

"Kevilla, don't try again. Divination says that today's spirituality is not the most intense time. When the full moon is full, we will try again, maybe it will be successful."

The man in the hood played with the copper whistle in his hand, and although his face was slightly lowered, he comforted the boy and turned to pack up the packages scattered on the ground.

"Okay." The boy scratched his head in disappointment and turned to leave.

Another gust of cold wind blew, and the young man with a chill in his neck looked at his companions in horror or excitement, as if he realized something, and turned around slowly.

Behind him, the corpse that didn't respond no matter how he touched it just stood up staggeringly, staring blankly at his chest.

"Teacher, it's a success!" The young man was about to cheer to the man who was also stunned behind him, but before he finished speaking, the corpse roughly hugged his arms according to the instinct of the undead, and bit him on the collarbone. , suddenly bloody.

"Ah, help!" The cold breath spread from the wound, and the young man struggled to escape, but found that his body was getting weaker and weaker.

The corpse on his shoulder was bitten on his collarbone, his eyeballs had rotted away, only his empty eyes were looking at the direction of the distant woods, and his throat kept making a lot of noise.

"Has it seen us?"

Xio and Fors, who were squatting on the canopy, looked at each other and jumped down almost at the same time, pulling out the dagger pinned to their waists.

Although it is not a wise choice, dealing with a corpse and saving a group of ordinary people by the way is just within their ability.

"I command you in the name of death, stop!"

The man holding the copper whistle kept blowing the whistle, trying to control the corpse in front of him, while the boys and girls gathered around him hurriedly ran away when the corpse just wounded.

"I command you in the name of death, stop!"

The out-of-tune Hermes language echoed in the jungle, the man with the hood covering his face pursed the copper whistle between his lips, and beads of sweat fell from his cheeks.

The corpse was still biting the poor Kvira. His eyes without eyeballs were still staring at the dense forest in the distance. The two silhouettes of the body suddenly exerted strength.

"Hohoho!"

Its rotting vocal cords could no longer make a complete sound, the muscles on its face were pulled by the roaring expression, the gray-skinned corpse let go of the warmth in its hands, and rushed straight to the man not far away, mixed with meat scraps and blood-red teeth With dripping drops of liquid, he snatched the copper whistle from the hand of the man who had been frightened and lost his mind, and ran towards Xio and Fors.

"Stop!"

The "Arbiter" waved his left hand forward, and his right hand raised a three-edged blade with a trickier angle than the part below the corpse's ribs. As long as it dared to rush over, Xio would have the confidence to separate the corpse.

"and many more!"

Because of the "apprentice" feature, Forsi, whose inspiration is more sensitive than Xio, was the first to perceive something wrong.

She didn't raise the dagger, but turned sideways out of the way, watching the crazy corpse pass between herself and her friend, running towards the darkness farther away.

"My spiritual intuition has not been touched, its target was not us from the beginning..." She looked at Xio who was puzzled and shook her head slightly.

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

In the woods farther away, the rushing corpse gradually stopped, and its fragile skin was blurred due to the lack of blood after death, leaving a series of dark red and nearly black footprints behind it.

The mad corpse knelt down on the ground, still drooling at the ground with its mouth mixed with blood and saliva. There was a terrifying rubbing sound in the throat. He raised his hands high, and dedicated the copper whistle in his palm to the man in front of him wearing dark blue. Formal gentleman.

"Items of the Spiritual Religion..." Azik Eggers, who was wearing a half-height silk top hat, pinched his forehead, feeling a slight headache.

When he was chasing a familiar aura just now, he suddenly saw a spirit dance ceremony being held nearby, so he glanced at it from a distance, and happened to encounter the corpse that was out of control.

Originally, he just planned to teach a lesson to the unreliable teacher who led the students to hold extraordinary rituals without authorization, but after seeing the copper whistle held in his hand, Azik changed his mind and chose to let the corpse hold the copper whistle. into your own hands.

"You can sleep now."

He didn't even notice that the "Death Consultant" whose tone had become cold-hearted nodded slightly. The corpse who received the order immediately climbed up from the ground, ran to the distance, and moved towards a moister, softer land, digging up the cemetery with both hands. .

It will bury itself in it.

Azik calmly observed the copper whistle in his palm that was very similar to the item he had left in the student's tomb, suppressed his desire to blow it, and recited a certain honorable name in a tangled manner.

"...the great Ambrosius..."

The stars twinkled in the dark jungle. Recently, an angel with nothing to do has descended on this ordinary open space. Somewhat unexpectedly, he looked at the "Death Archon" who had summoned him. He wanted to say hello when he saw the copper whistle. was doused in an instant.

God is pitiful, He has only rested for less than a week.

"Is this an item from the Spiritual Religion?"

He did not ask why Azik called himself, and called him so skillfully. Instead, he first separated the surrounding space from reality, lest what would happen later would disturb the demigods in downtown Backlund.

"I felt an inexplicable attraction, but I... I can't remember the source of this attraction." Azik's expression was slightly painful, and the more he recalled, the more chaotic the memory became.

The last time he felt this kind of torture was when he had just recovered some of his memories, but at that time there was a "God of Mystery" arrangement, so he could continue to maintain his personality without incident.

But this time, if he insisted on retrieving the relevant memory, or succumbed to the attraction, and blew the copper whistle directly, his intuition told him that the one who responded to the whistle was definitely not the weak messenger just now, but something more terrifying.

"You should know that the Spiritual Religion has been planning to 'resurrection' the **** of death, and they seem to have achieved some results." Ambrosius looked at Azik meaningfully.

Before the Lord fell asleep, one of the tasks He obtained was to monitor every move of the Church of Death.

After the death of the **** of death, there was only one angel left in the remnants of the **** of death to preside over the overall situation. Coupled with the deliberate attack of the Church of the Night, Ambrosius would hardly be in danger.

However, the Evernight Goddess has never achieved uniqueness, and the Spiritual Religion Group does not seem to have mastered uniqueness, but is already affecting the missing Death God remnant in a space-span manner, trying to revive Death God by activating Beyonder characteristics.

"I've heard of this plan," Azik replied to Ambrosius' question, "In a previous life, I even traced a link in the chain of this plan, but those spiritual sects The members are only mechanically completing the instructions of the upper layers, and even the direction of the ritual is vaguely pointing to the underworld."

"It's almost useless." Azik put down the fingers that had been rubbing his forehead.

Indeed, the Evernight Goddess has a high probability of mastering a Sequence One characteristic, and Roselle once also mastered a Sequence One—now that characteristic may have been transferred to Bernadette, and the Spiritual Religion itself only retains one. Under the condition of a Sequence One, plus an untouchable uniqueness~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Death God has no stable foundation for resurrection at all.

What's more, there are many factions within them, and the royal faction and the artificial death faction who have mastered Sequence One are not on a united front... Ambrosius looked at Azik unintentionally, suddenly in his mind. A slightly eccentric thought popped up.

The royal faction of the Spiritual Religion regards itself as orthodox, so what would their attitude be if this death god's son, a "death consul" voluntarily returned?

Ards felt this contemplative gaze, and swept away with his feelings, feeling a little puzzled.

There is a high probability that he will take advantage of Azik Eggers' weakness to steal the characteristics of this Sequence Two, center on the "Pale Emperor", and create a "Death"... Ambrosius smiled slightly, The half-squinted eyes blocked the exotic style in his eyes, and he shook his head slightly.

"It's nothing, I just want to suggest that you can dedicate this copper whistle to my lord. Anyway, your revenge depends on your current strength... It's more difficult, isn't it?"

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

Next to the open space where the ceremony was held just now.

The injured boy ran away not long after the corpse let go, leaving only the middle-aged man who was pressed down by Hugh and Fors and was forced to kneel on the ground.

"So you're really just an ordinary person?"

Although under Xio's majesty, the middle school teacher almost urinates, but Forsi still doesn't believe that an ordinary person can really make a corpse go mad through the spirit dance.

"My spirit dance was learned from an old gentleman..." Glancing at the long and not short three-edged blade in Xiu's hand, the middle-aged teacher - Kapusti Reid, took the initiative explained the beginning of it all.

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