Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"This is a nautical compass invented by Emperor Roselle in the early days of the Age of Navigation. It is said that it can always point to a safe route and ensure that the original commercial fleet can be unimpeded in the turbulent sea."

Different from a few noble youths surrounding the glass showcase, Victor just stood quietly outside the crowd, with a faint smile and slightly squinted eyes that seemed to be full of jokes.

The merchant fleet... The age of sailing... He would think about the trade between the North and South continents that he had learned in middle school, and the rebel army he saw near the Rhosid Islands when he went out to sea for the first time as an adult.

Although there were some losses for the natives who still believed that tattoos could win the pity of gods who did not exist, but for the nobles of the Northern Continent, Roselle might really be called a hero.

He brought more abundant resources from the Southern Continent, and provided more cheap labor for the construction of the Northern Continent after the war. Thanks to what he did, he forced the natives to embrace the outside world, and I won the title of Extraordinary. chance.

Restraining the urge to turn his wrist and want to steal something, Victor looked towards the exit to the next exhibition hall, only to find that the Miss Hall family was also looking in the same direction.

The empty exit was reflected in the blue pupils. Before Victor could try to "decipher it", two middle-aged men in black trench coats rushed in. The one in the lead went directly to the docent who was in charge of following the visiting group. In front of him, he rudely interrupted the other party.

"I'm sorry, but today's tour is over."

Without waiting for those young people to question him, he directly took out his ID card from the inside of his coat and looked at the logo of the Special Action Team of the National Police Agency on it, forcing those nobles to swallow the questions that had already flowed to their lips.

With a gloomy face, Max swept across the faces of the well-dressed nobles, casting inquiring glances like his teammates beside him.

"One or two spiritual fluctuations, but there are no marks on them."

Seeing the somewhat complicated expressions of his teammates, Max's already clenched fists clenched again.

Damn it!

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

Above the gray fog, in a majestic ancient palace.

A shadowy phantom suddenly appeared at the top of the mottled long table, and the pale flames in the eye sockets were weak.

"Cough... It almost rolled over..."

Several lights and shadows flew out of the shadows quickly, and the pale-faced Klein leaned against the back of the chair, his right hand constantly running down his chest.

The strange eyeballs that suddenly appeared at the last moment, if it weren't for the angel-level spells and tokens in his body, Klein might not even be able to end the summoning on his own.

What the **** is that?

The first-level sealed artifact of the Church of Steam?

Klein recalled his last feelings. He only remembered that when the eyeballs appeared around him, he seemed to have suddenly returned to the desperate situation where he was controlled by the spiritual body thread for the first time, and his body movements were a little sluggish.

And what's even more terrifying is that those eyeballs seem to see through their disguise!

He glanced at the pure white spell on the table, and the movements of his hands were a little slower.

Fortunately, I got enough luck before the action, and the blocks shattered by the bullets blocked all the curses from those eyeballs, otherwise...

His eyes moved slowly, and finally landed next to the spells and copper whistle scattered on the table, and landed on the thin card.

But it all paid off.

"The card of blasphemy, or it should be called the 'Dark Emperor' card."

Klein murmured and picked up the card depicting the full-length portrait of Roselle in the emperor's costume, and looked left and right at the patterns on its surface, trying to spread his spirituality.

strangeness.

He put down his hand with some doubts, and looked at the card with a dignified look in his eyes.

After this card touched his spirituality, nothing happened.

Can't get a fake card!

Thinking about it carefully, after the broken things in the morning, the Steam Church increased its vigilance, and it is not impossible to replace some things with fakes.

"Don't worry, this card is real."

A peaceful voice sounded from behind, "Mystery" suppressed Klein's subconscious desire to elbow back, his palm lightly resting on his shoulder, and staring at the card, his eyes became more complicated.

This is real?

Ignoring the fact that he hurriedly hit the back of the high-back chair, and his right arm was numb, Klein re-examined the card, and the gray fog was silent for a while.

This should be the first card Roselle made. After all, the first time he mentioned the card of blasphemy in his diary, he meant that he wanted to give the masterpiece he just made to someone who was destined.

Destined person... Rubbing the pattern on the surface of the card, Klein frowned more and more deeply, and raised his head little by little.

No, is he really that boring?

Combined with the "activation" mentioned by "Mystery" before, there is only one possibility that Klein can think of.

"The card of blasphemy corresponds to the opening spell?"

"clever."

The floating **** nodded approvingly.

The corresponding incantation... It should be related to Roselle himself... Klein pursed his lips slightly, and his eyes almost narrowed.

"never mind!"

Under "Mystery"'s surprised gaze, he answered as a matter of course:

"My body is not guaranteed in reality. Anyway, this card has already been obtained, and it will not be stolen by anyone if it is placed here. I might as well wait until it is safe at night and then slowly crack it."

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

The afterglow of the sun has disappeared, and the red moon, which has just occupied the sky, is recklessly releasing a strange brilliance, covering the scattered stars together with the haze.

The shiny black leather boots walked regularly and crisply on the Kingdom Avenue, stepping on the stagnant water on the asphalt road step by step.

Ignoring the passers-by coming and going around, and also being ignored by others, Bernadette recalled the last picture she saw.

The dark ghost with pale and twinkling eyes sneered and took away the cards, the cycle of fate twisted his coming and going, filthy shadows covered his face, and the most conspicuous coldness was added.

"Death", "Secret Prayer", "Fate"... What kind of stitching monster is this?

It is true that she has lived for more than a hundred years, but this is the first time she has seen such a strange spirit body.

The small round mirror "Waves" in his hand was turbulent, and the words in flowery style with graceful handwriting slowly emerged.

"The Archbishop of the Church has taken over."

Seeing the message from his brother, who was not very close, Bernadette suddenly stopped.

The archbishop of the church, as I remember it seems to be an "occult scholar"?

An unexplained competitive spirit suddenly took hold in her heart, she hesitated and paced around, and in a posture that violated the rules of physics, she jumped to an uninhabited corner several hundred meters away.

This place is far from the Kingdom Museum where the Archbishop of the Steam Church may have arrived. With a wave of Bernadette, the lavender tulle slowly descended from the sky, covering the narrow end of the alley in a dreamy "water curtain".

She blew the small horn hanging from her waist, and the half-human, half-wind fantasy spirit body came from the void, and respectfully handed over a crystal clear and simple forehead ornament.

Looking at the ornament with a huge diamond in the middle and seven different colors flowing continuously on the surface, Bernadette's outstretched hand froze in midair.

It's just that he didn't get a card of blasphemy that didn't belong to him, and Bonova had already appointed the Archbishop of Steam to help him retrieve it. He asked why he was so excited and even wanted to use the power of this level 0 sealed artifact?

Bernadette's hand in the air returned to her side again, and the spirit body holding the ornament couldn't help but look at her master suspiciously.

Seeing that the item in his hand has not been taken away for a long time, the power of the 0-level sealed item has begun to leak, and the half-human, half-wind spirit body can't help but think about whether he should put this precious collection back into the treasure house.

Just as he was thinking, Bernadette, who had been unable to pay attention, suddenly pulled over the forehead and tied it directly to his forehead. His body instantly turned into a torrent of information, blending with the surrounding environment. one.

Combined with her previous spying on the long river of fate, she secretly believed that this might be the beginning of that disaster.

As a "Master of Prophecy", she has seen Backlund turn into a sea of ​​fire more than once in her dreams, the dark shadow that covered the sky rushing out from the ground, and King's Landing was scorched with charcoal.

The dimly-colored silk threads spread in front of the eyes, and flowed into the distance along the river of data. Bernadette, who was temporarily "informational", used the status of a level 0 sealed item to faintly break the anti-divination of the mysterious spiritual body's objects on him.

In the distorted vision, a dazzling spot of light was walking out of the residential area in the distance, turning into an alley that few people passed by.

"Got you."

While her consciousness was still awake, Bernadette quickly took off the headgear from her forehead and threw it to the spirit servant waiting beside her.

The half-human, half-wind eccentric spirit body forgot the jewelry in his hand, and the storm and cloth strips around him suddenly swelled, densely wrapping the brighter and brighter forehead ornaments, and actively throwing them into the illusory gate behind him. .

"wind".

Accompanied by the obscure ancient Hermes language, the invisible wind turned into strands of silk, wrapped around Bernadette's black boots, and she gently entered the spiritual world.

These are the "Magic Boots of Hermes", a "mystical reappearance" that grants the caster the ability to travel to the spiritual world for a short period of time.

Following the increasingly faint traces in the long river of fate, Bernadette barely discerned the direction in the spiritual world. Driven by the wind of spirituality, her body landed in the general area intuitively.

"A 'Master of Prophecy'?"

The pungent smell of blood rushed to his face, Bernadette subconsciously put his arm in front of him, and the dim starlight gathered into a wall, blocking the hot fireball.

This is indeed a dark alley, but what awaits her is not the weird spirit body just now, but a ferocious giant dog with a **** mouth and fresh shredded meat hanging on its sharp fangs.

Its crimson eyes seemed to have magma flowing, and the shivering limbs that had been suppressed by Bernadette's personality were tightened again after receiving the support of the master, and the low bark mixed with "dirty words" seemed to roar at any time.

Yes, the owner of this giant dog with obvious "demon" features is here.

With high cheekbones and angular facial features, Jason Beria lowered his head like a puppet with a broken string. Behind him, Fabti, whose abdomen was covered in gray mist, looked at the demigod who suddenly appeared in front of him, the corners of his mouth pouting. A seemingly absent smile.

The slippery ground instantly boiled, and shadow tentacles waved frantically. With just a glance, Bernadette felt as if she had fallen into a glacier, and the warmth in her blood vessels was slowly freezing.

She squirmed her lips hard, and the thin air was squeezed out of her lungs, forming broken, indistinct words.

"I wish...to be free from...the...curse of the present moment."

The gray-white mist overflowed from the hem of her coat, and with a soft light flickering, Bernadette suddenly raised her hands and blew the horn at her waist.

The gust of wind rushed out from the horn. Unlike the spiritual body that just responded to the call, the gray-black airflow violently washed the surroundings, and a pale mask with soft facial features emerged from it. In an instant, the entire alley fell into an indescribable silence and gloom. In it, it was as if the underworld had descended.

"Interesting, you turned out to be the owner of that magic lamp?"

Inside the gray-black wind wall, a blurry pitch-black phantom shrouded the ground where the Demon Dog and its owner were, and the strong wind pressure was as if nothing, a pair of blood-red eyes penetrated all colors, and stabbed Bernard directly. Dai's waist, which was covered by the coat, rumbled with the characteristic "devil" language.

Fabti curiously looked at the gray fog that was essentially the same as the wound on his waist, and grabbed Jason Beria's chest with his backhand without warning.

The pale and thin five fingers slammed out, and a heart that was still beating was forcibly pulled out of Jason Beria's chest.

The viscous blood was left from his fingers, and the shadows on the surface boiled again, against the breath of death emanating from the soft mask, one side completely covered the alley with a position constructed of blood, and the ritual in the center pointed to the distance and barely used it. Bernadette, who couldn't move because of the Sealed Object.

The ferocious black giant dog curled up under Fabti's feet and shivered. Jason Beria, who had lost his heart, was still standing strangely in the same place. The holes in his chest rib valgus ran through his body, and there was constantly a stench of black sludge. flow out of it.

Fabti squeezed the fresh heart in his hand, the smile on the corner of his mouth was cruel but not crazy, and the blood-red eyes rationally penetrated the barriers of reality and the spiritual world, locking a space close to the blood and smoke.

"Although I really want to taste you, I prefer a promised meal to a delicate appetizer."

Looking at Bernadette's own reflection in the panicked blue eyes~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Fabti could hardly see a trace of the "devil" look.

But he himself knew better than anyone that, under his weak appearance, his heart still longed for chaos and madness.

boom!

The beating heart exploded in the air, and the thick blood mist poured into the ritual. With the help of the inseparable connection with the "Abyss", Fabti crossed the barrier of the "Death" pathway sequence, an illusory gate. It opened slowly behind Bernadette, like a giant beast waiting to be fed. The cold airflow was bound by the huge gravitational force, wrapping Bernadette into the endless darkness.

The pale mask, who had lost his spiritual basis, slowly opened his eyes, and he indifferently swept over Fabuti, who was about to reach out his hand, and let the cold air threw himself into the gate of the abyss that was about to close.

Boom!

The illusory door finally closed, Jason Beria still stood strangely in place, and Fabti slowly crouched down with a strange expression, stroking the black giant dog's hair, and said with some doubts:

"Is it the uniqueness of the 'Death God' just now, or..."

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

Resisting the severe headache, Bernadette slowly got up from the cold stone floor.

"This is the 'Abyss'?"

She was a little surprised that she didn't smell the pungent sulfur smell, and tentatively ignited a spark in her hand, raised it high, and illuminated the surrounding darkness.

In the empty and dark hall, two huge thrones towered above the stone platform. They seemed to feel Bernadette's search line of sight. It was possible that he had already been waiting here.

The scarlet figure on the throne crossed his legs, and there was a hint of surprise in his voice.

"Hey, a little 'peeper' girl?"

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