Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Klein, who was sitting at the top, leaned back, the misty dreamland was dead silent, and the desk with the broken glass frame stood in the darkness without light.

Klein looked at the bookmark covered with blood and glass fragments. One second passed, the dark red blood actually melted into the fine pattern of the bookmark, gradually blurring Roselle's face, the veneer blue pupils Contaminated by crimson, he cast his gaze in Klein's direction quite agilely.

"die!"

A distorted roar rushed towards Klein from all directions, and rushed into his eardrums unimpeded.

The mountain peaks rose from the viscous darkness, like a never-ending storm on the raging sea, roaring and smashing down from the heights, sinking the wailing fortune-teller into the "bottom of the sea".

"Again, do you never learn your lesson?"

A gentle voice sighed softly, and a soft gray mist rose from the "bottom of the sea", the sea of ​​fog swaying like a kapok field bears an invisible weight, and the only shimmering spirituality in the darkness is embraced by tentacles stretched out from the mist. After passing by, the soft mist waves closed instantly.

Hiss... If the torment of Mr. Gate's previous divination made him experience a "pain that the Indians will never forget", then the ordinary card of this divination is to let Klein I also felt the original South American branding gift package.

"Looks like there's really something wrong with that card..."

Many muscles in his body were exposed to the air, and Klein, whose eyes were as shriveled as foam paper, breathed in the cold air and said a word of nonsense.

"How can a card that records the secrets of the road to becoming a **** be special? I remember you should have been told on the first day you joined the Nighthawks that knowledge represents personality and power to some extent."

"Mystery" parsed the dream fragment in his hand inexplicably. The golden light was faint in the darkness under the robe. It seemed that there was something more terrifying in the pollution confrontation in the fragment.

The red and tender skin slowly covered the muscles. Klein adapted to the stimulation of the new eyeballs by the light, and expressed his doubts.

"So every card of blasphemy is like this?"

"That's why the church has been unable to find them? Because everyone who tries to foretell their whereabouts will be attacked by pollution and will die tragically for no reason?"

"How is that possible? Actually, there are already quite a few cards of blasphemy that have been mastered by the church, and those who are out there are also held by demigods who are not even angels. If every card of blasphemy will bring about this level of Pollution, Backlund has long been full of monsters."

"Mystery" shook his head and denied Klein's guess. His palms were slightly closed, and the pitch black mixed with crimson quickly dissolved in the gray fog and disappeared.

The simple black robe was folded, and the figure of "Mystery" floating in the air suddenly disappeared, and reappeared on the high-back chair engraved with the variant pattern of "World" corresponding to "Divinator".

His fingers regularly tapped the table, and he raised his chin to Klein.

"Tell me, what did you see at the Roselle Memorial today, even if it's the card of blasphemy, it won't let you see this kind of thing for no reason."

The wound on his body had recovered as before, and the double-breasted dress was as neat as new, Klein coughed lightly, and briefly described his day's itinerary, emphasizing Roselle's diary and the magical mirror.

"Arrodes, you don't need to care about him, letting him get close to you now will only cause you trouble..." "Mystery" shook his head a little unexpectedly, "but that guy Huang Tao actually wrote something like this in the end. Diary, and commissioned Bonova to let me see it through this method?"

The **** on the high-back chair raised his thin eyebrows, and gave Klein a strange look.

He had actually seen the diary that Roselle wrote to him long ago, but at that time his judgment was that this kid might just want to leave a way out for himself before he died.

But when he saw the hint that Arrodes wanted to reveal to Klein cryptically, "Mystery" found that it might not be as simple as he thought.

"Where did Roselle go for the last time?"

Maybe those little guys didn't know the truth of the year. Even if the archbishop of Steam answered this question in person, he would probably say confidently: Of course, he inspected the sea fortresses of the empire and awarded them to the generals of the royal faction at that time. "Golden Cicada" badge.

But the truth that history tells him is that Roselle's last voyage was when he hid himself on an abandoned ghost ship, and took advantage of the ship's special connection with the spiritual world to board the Hornages Mountain.

Yes, that's right, it's ridiculous, a man went up the mountain in a boat.

He attempted to come directly to Zhou Mingrui's sleeping main hall through the spiritual world, bypassing the hidden town in the dark night and the fog barrier of the uniqueness of "The Fool" on the periphery.

But unfortunately, after experiencing the harassment of the little Zarath, the punished Antigonus stepped up his defense and recited the honor of the "God of Mysteries" at the moment when the "Emperor of Knowledge" attempted to invade. name.

The group of angels summoned by the fog of history warmly received this majesty, and enthusiastically dismantled the ship and restored it to a "mystic" characteristic.

Although the whole "mystery" was in a half-dream and half-awake, this did not prevent him from reading the records of the fog of history before.

So after understanding this, it becomes clear that Arrodes' little trick is trying to convey to Klein the abnormal state of "Mystery".

As for Roselle's letter, this letter happened to appear with the Card of Blasphemy, and it also caused Klein to be polluted at that level in the divination. Everything was clear.

The real writer of this letter is not the dying Huang Tao, or the "mysterious" familiar him, but the dirty shadow created by the "fallen mother goddess".

It's really disgusting as always..."Mysterious"'s mouth slowly turned up and continued what he didn't finish just now.

"Don't worry too much about what you see. Roselle was polluted by a very high personality in his later years, and some of them may just happen to be on this card of blasphemy."

"Then this card can't be used by anyone anymore?"

Klein frowned suddenly.

He knew the whereabouts of two blasphemous cards in total, one was in the hands of the red angel Medici, although the angel had promised that as long as he was rescued, he would give the card to himself.

But Klein didn't want to see another angel-level servant from the True Creator.

And the other one is the one that Roselle said in his diary that he would give a gift to someone who is destined.

"Of course not. If the pollution on that card could be triggered at will, then the steam would have recovered it personally because of this characteristic, and it would not be your turn to divination."

"Mystery" first answered Klein's question.

"If it's just a simple contact, it's just an ordinary card. All the cards of blasphemy that haven't been activated are simply cards that won't be damaged. Only those that are special and activated will affect the surrounding creatures and environment."

Klein tapped lightly with his fingers on the armrest, and asked after thinking:

"Which cards are special?"

He didn't want to give himself the trouble of getting it back.

"'Mother', 'Moon', 'Gate'...and the 'Dark Emperor'." "Mystery" sighed deeply. "Unfortunately, the divination you just made was the 'Dark Emperor'."

"Dark Emperor"?

Emperor of Solomon's Empire, the Dark Emperor?

Klein opened his mouth subconsciously, but the hand pressed down on the opposite side made him swallow his question.

Very good... "Mystery" nodded with satisfaction, and his fingers tapped on the mottled tabletop faster, explaining the special features of the "Dark Emperor" card.

"Fortunately, unlike the other three cards, the 'Dark Emperor' card is relatively safe. It is special only because it corresponds to Roselle's last sequence name."

"Yes, that's right, as you think, 'Dark Emperor' is a sequence name, and there is only one emperor of the Solomon Empire."

Noticing the subtle expression on his face, "Secret" nodded slightly.

"Dark Emperor" represents Sequence Zero?

Klein recalled "Mystery"'s specious answer.

"Medici, Einhorn, and Sauron are all Sequence Ones, Tudor, yes or no."

yes or no...

In the battle of the Four Emperors, the Emperor Ming, who was known to withdraw from the stage of history at the latest, was known as the God of Death in the Southern Continent, and now Solomon is also a "Dark Emperor" who does not know which sequence, and the remaining two must also be true gods of a certain path.

Red Angel Medici is an angel of the "Hunter" pathway, and the three are all Sequence Ones...

Klein had a vague guess about Tudor's identity, but there were still large blanks in the knowledge puzzle, making him unable to sort out the details.

Looks like I really need to get that blasphemous card.

Anyway, "Mystery" said that the card was relatively safe, and He was the last person to let himself be in danger.

After all, most of the time, he needs to wipe his ass...

"I see..." Klein sat up straight, then bowed slightly awkwardly towards "Mystery", and immediately flashed crimson and disappeared above the gray fog in an instant.

You know... what do you know?

"Mystery" in the "World" seat tilted his head to the right.

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

tick tock... tick tock...

On the wet moss, the dirty muddy water slowly dripped down the green fibers, adding another flavor to the already muddy sewer floor.

The outer layer of the wall is peeling off, the disrepaired pipes and the dark red brick wall soaked with a lot of water are exposed to the air, and the milky white mist is seeping from the pipe joints full of black and purple rust spots, strangely free in the air. out of moist air.

call!

From time to time, a cold breeze penetrated from the gap between the sewer and the manhole cover on the ground, but the lingering milky white mist gathered more and more. Drunk drunkards, their tiny limbs swayed from side to side, even if the blood of their companions melted and their bones were scattered, they swarmed into the white mist in the air in groups.

The fresh little beings seemed to have jumped into the sulfuric acid pool, and disappeared from head to toe in this world. Only the bigger and bigger meat **** in the center of the white fog could prove the traces of their existence.

The squirming sound of the sarcoma became louder and louder, and it expanded recklessly until all life in this sewer had disappeared, and then it slowly moved its body. The part of it twisted into a ball shape that was much smaller than the meat ball, while the other ones were more slender, and at the end did not forget to split five forks.

Thick hairs burrowed out from the surface of the smaller flesh balls, and some sparsely scattered among several slender sections, pale skin replaced the bright red muscles, and as the stars began to twinkle in the mist, this group of free-growing After all, under the induction of "law" and "order", the sarcoma has condensed into a roughly human-like shape.

The skinny Xia Lu Tamara Treville looked at herself wrapped in disgusting mucus, and felt a little dazed for a while. The coat, after some treatment, was approved on himself.

"Almost died."

He unconsciously walked the catwalk, and the shining blue-purple gemstone around his neck almost merged with the white and tender flesh, but now his extremely malnourished body, combined with the huge gemstone in the middle of his collarbone, looked a little scary. people.

At the last moment when part of the power of "Chaos Sea" was detonated, he decisively used "Space Cut" to shred his body, which had just recovered, and escaped most of the damage by virtue of the "Mist of Uncertainty"'s own characteristics.

But even so, the pollution from the "Sea of ​​Chaos" has made this already rigidly assembled consciousness even worse.

Although he is reluctant to admit it, but as part of the consciousness left on Earth as the "Mist of Uncertainty", after forcibly accommodating the "planeswalker" characteristics with the help of Charle Treville, he has become a traditional Mental Stitching Monster~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Even if there is a real chance to find the part of himself with a complete will in the future, he can control the "disorderly country" and two uniquenesses, he will only be called one and "indeterminate" Mist" is very similar, the new Outer God.

The large coat almost fell to the ground, the cheeks were so thin that the bones were distinct, and Xia Lu, who was not as charming as before, stretched out her hand.

The faint starlight under his skin shone, and the blue-purple light flickered hard at his fingertips.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... An illusory door slowly formed before knowing that the spirituality was depleted.

He looked at the woman behind the door with a look of surprise and vigilance, and an acquaintance evoked a smile on his skeleton-like face.

"I think we should still have a chance to work together."

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

In the real world, until the Kingdom Memorial Hall closed, Klein boarded the gray fog again.

After sweeping around and confirming that his half body was probably going to sleep again, Klein put down the stone that fell in his heart and responded to the ritual of praying to himself in reality.

The illusory door opened on the long table. In the gray fog behind the high-backed chair, several afterimages of different colors flew into Klein's body. , connected end to end, the gloomy aura even overshadowed the gnawing hunger, and under the hood of nothingness, two pale flames burned in the eye sockets.

Is it a bit too exaggerated?

Klein looked at himself in the full-length mirror that he had just manifested, and at the man who was wearing a shadow robe, his eyes were flickering like a lich, his body was pitch-black and strangely flowing, and he twisted into a closed loop.

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