Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

The red-haired ghost looked down at the crumbling little girl under the throne, lightly tapping the armrest of the high-backed chair with her translucent palm, and the faint flames followed, as if telling a nameless movement.

"Who are you?"

After a brief fright, Bernadette calmly examined the spiritual body in front of her that she couldn't see clearly.

On this handsome young man, she smelled a familiar breath.

Although it is different from the "Hidden Sage" who has always wanted to catch up with her, the imprint of the fire and gunpowder on him is like the absolute truth hidden forever in the deep purple eye of voyeurism.

A being that once accommodated uniqueness?

"My name, why should I tell you?"

Medici kept his leisurely movements, his unreal fingers slid across the void, and lightly lit a cigarette.

A pale mist flowed through his fingers, covering his face.

"As a 'peeping person', a saint with the corresponding materials on his body, he can't even guess my name. One thing to say, the two low-sequence little guys who came before are more talented than you. "

"Has anyone been here before?"

Bernadette ignored the sarcasm in the other party's words, but seized another question and secretly added a label to this strange ghost in her heart.

"hunter".

"That's right, two little guys who walked up to me without knowing anything."

The projection on the throne is still smoking a cigarette leisurely, while the body of Medici, which is deeper, is less graceful.

He is different from the two "cellmates" trapped in his own body.

After learning the truth, the long dark hours have worn away much of his interest in the mortal battles of time.

If you talk about the previous rhetoric and the card of blasphemy engraved with the complete formula of "Red Priest", you can also coax the little guy who doesn't know much about secrets.

But in the face of the well-known "peeping man" saint, Medici hopes that he can enjoy a rare peace for a while, instead of betting on the danger of completely dissipating, trying to trade with the other party.

"But she has the characteristics of a 'pale emperor'!"

"Don't you know what that means?"

The spirits of Sauron and Einhorn wrapped around his limbs, trying to drag Medici, who was slumped on a chair, to the door.

"So what, there are already three of them, isn't it too crowded?"

"Do you have to pull that **** cold-blooded reptile in Saslier in to cool yourself down?"

The war angel gave a disdainful snort, and mercilessly beat his corpse on the chest, and the two spirit bodies connected to the dark crystal almost dissipated.

He raised his hand slightly, and the projection on the throne in the hall outside immediately extinguished the cigarette in his hand, stared at the little girl in front of him, and raised his eyebrows.

"If I read it right just now, you were thrown in by the 'devil'?"

Bernadette, who was looking for the exit of this hall, retracted her gaze from the huge stone gate in the distance, and said softly but without emotion:

"do not you?"

Visible to the naked eye, the strange ghost on the throne froze for a moment.

"Heh, if you ask back, you can sometimes cheat, but it also depends on who your opponent is, little guy."

In the tomb, with the help of the gray fog remaining in the corpse, Medici pressed the heads of Sauron and Einhorn, looked at Bernadette with interest from the vision of the projection feedback, and smiled.

Another good seedling of a 'hunter'.

To be honest, compared to the two "secret" little ghosts standing behind the last time, this little girl who is so rich and oily is indeed more interesting.

Seeing her carefully looking at the decoration of the mausoleum, the projection on the throne pulled the tarnished red hair behind her ears, and lowered her folded legs.

"Looks like you're interested here?"

"The buildings of the Fourth Epoch, the highest-standard ceremonial decoration, and the double thrones." Bernadette paused, then said in a dreamy tone, "I never thought that I would leave a 'Dark Emperor' The mausoleum is so close."

"Oh."

The red-haired ghost lifted his chin lightly, and the looming curvature of the corners of his mouth gradually became real, but combined with his contemptuous expression, that smile was definitely not applauding Bernadette's agility.

"The Mausoleum of the 'Black Emperor'? Don't be ridiculous, this is just a fake built before the two losers broke apart. There has never been a 'Black Emperor' here."

With obvious disgust in her tone, Bernadette silently repeated the other party's complaints in her mind, cutting off a few important words.

"Two losers", "Fakes", "No 'Dark Emperor' has ever reigned."

"Is this a building from the United Dynasty?"

Bernadette suppressed her emotional excitement, but she could already hear some fluctuations in her soft voice.

A ghost of the "Hunter" pathway, and extremely hostile to the United Dynasty.

She quickly focused on the gains and losses, and in the end, the confidence given to her by several zero-level sealed artifacts on her body still drove her to open the eyes of secrets.

In the distorted vision, behind the throne of the stone platform, there is a larger space standing, and in the depths, a spirit body that is far more real than the phantom in front of him is smiling faintly at himself. Nod.

The black boots tapped lightly on the ground, and the dark red blood stained the light brown coat, leaving a smudge.

Two bloodstains were left from the corners of his eyes, and Bernadette closed his eyes tightly.

"It's not a good habit to spy on other people's privacy casually. Didn't your father teach you?"

Seeing the miserable state of the little girl in front of her, Medici felt happier.

The pale facial features glanced stubbornly aside, enduring the pained appearance, which really made him very happy.

"Are you the ancestor of the Medici family?"

Bernadette squeezed out a name that was almost forgotten by the world, and the ghost on the high platform was stunned.

I guessed it... Medici in the tomb looked complicated, and punched Sauron and Einhorn in the head, who were not found.

"very smart."

His attitude was no longer cynical, the projection in the hall slowly got up, the splendid "flowers" in the surrounding air bloomed, and the flame stream shook.

"You were sealed here by the 'Blood Emperor' Tudor."

This time, Bernadette's tone was very affirmative, and her azure blue eyes, which were barely open, looked at Medici who was high up fearlessly.

"Yes, it seems that I have wronged you, you are indeed an excellent 'peeping person'." Medici moved his wrist, and his movements gradually synchronized with the body in the tomb, "But I am more curious, you are from How do you know this?"

His sharp eyes swept down sharply, but the thin spirituality of the whole body obviously did not have much convincing.

"My...father, he was also an emperor."

Hesitating again and again, when she said the word that was already somewhat unfamiliar again, Bernadette found that it was not as difficult as she thought.

"He also secretly built such mausoleums, and after his death, the Church of the God of the Sun and Steam destroyed eight of them."

"Then he has another chance."

Whether it was the body in the tomb or the projection in front of him, they lowered their heads and thought about the huge amount of information in this sentence.

After so many years in the outside world, now there is another "Dark Emperor"?

Damn, I should have left that little guy behind and asked about the outside world.

For the first time, Medici, who has been quarreling in the tomb with two old rivals for more than a thousand years, is hungry for information from the outside world.

He glanced at Bernadette, who was expecting in his eyes, and deliberately said:

"A new 'Dark Emperor', is your father Augustus or Castile?"

There were still faint bloodstains on his cheeks, and Bernadette flashed a hint of disgust.

"Neither, my father is Roselle Gustav."

Roselle Gustav... Chewing on this somewhat unfamiliar name, Medici searched for the dusty memories, and his expression became more and more strange.

"Russell Gustav...are you talking about him?"

He snapped his fingers at will, and a card slowly emerged from the flames at his fingertips.

In the center of the dim card body, a man in a fancy dress and a crown proudly looked down at the blank space below him.

The maker of this card turned out to be a "Dark Emperor"?

"yes."

Although he was already on guard, when he saw the "Red Priest" card, a real surprise flashed across Bernadette's face.

This is not like the handwriting of a "Dark Emperor", at least the "Dark Emperor" does not have such ability... Medici re-examined the card that was of little use to him, and swept the hall again. Bernadette looked at him and laughed out loud~www.wuxiamtl.com~ If he guessed right, this so-called Roselle Gustaf is also a ruthless man who survived in a desperate situation, one like Tudor madman!

I just don't know who he stepped on to ascend to the throne of God... With a slight twist of his wrist, the "Red Priest" card that had been opened was suddenly inserted at Bernadette's feet.

Under the surprised eyes of the little girl, Medici shrugged gently.

"This card, everything about the 'Dark Emperor', as well as the remnants of two Sequence One level angels..."

"Little girl, are you willing to cooperate?"

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

The colorful building blocks were suspended in the air out of thin air. The Archbishop of the Steam Church in Backlund, who had just arrived from the laboratory, Horamik Haydn reinserted his right hand back into his arm, the fingernails of his left hand were separated, and a green laser was on. A line of swash signature is signed on the document that has been prepared.

"You handed over this document to MI9. We voluntarily gave up the investigation of this theft case, and at the same time requested MI9 to assist in investigating the riots this morning."

Max, who was standing beside him, suddenly raised his head, which had been lowered, and looked at the document in his hand in disbelief, his hands trembling.

"His Excellency Archbishop, but that bookmark, and Ender and Callivan..."

Horamick's kind and gentle face did not show a trace of emotion. He stared at the bookshelf in the restored study behind him, and his eyes stopped on the spine of the book.

"This matter will be referred to the sanctuary for secret investigation, and the members responsible for the security of this exhibition will not take any responsibility."

He looked back at Max, who was puzzled, and sighed softly.

"You don't have to blame yourself for the inadequacies that are beyond your abilities."

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