Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"Unfortunately, the former King of Angels finally betrayed the Lord, and only the Angels of War and the Angels of Destiny followed firmly..."

After a long period of praise, Mr. A finally came to the point that Klein wanted to understand.

Different from the various beautiful praises of the so-called "Glorious Era" before, when talking about the fall of the creator, taking on the depravity of the world, and turning into the real creator, his tone was filled with deep sadness and deep hatred.

"Pure white, wisdom, storm, these sinners are tempted by greed, coveting the authority of the Creator, they conspire in the palace, and finally bring the disaster back to reality, the Lord has to bear the sins of the world to protect the world... .."

Looking at the distorted beautiful face, Klein, who had been bowing his head in deep thought, raised his head slightly, and asked abruptly:

"I remember that there should be eight kings of angels?"

"Yes, in addition to the three most despicable traitors, there are two who still follow my lord." Mr. A was not surprised by Klein's knowledge of these vague histories. In his opinion, this should be a holy scripture The most basic record in .

"What about the remaining three, I haven't seen their names in many classics."

Klein stared into Mr. A's eyes, watched the changes in the other party's spiritual aura, and seemed to want to read more from it.

Mr. A finally fell silent.

He looked towards the direction where the shrine of the true Creator stood outside the house, and murmured like a dream:

"The remaining three are the extension of the Lord."

The Lord's... extension?

Raising his brows slightly, Klein couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

He had seen a similar description in the scriptures of another god.

Antigonus is also an extension of "mystery", but before that, he was a great noble of the Fourth Epoch, suspected to be the descendant of the ancient **** Freguera.

Mr. A, who was staring in the direction of the shrine, continued to murmur.

"Angels of time, angels of fantasy, they are the children of the Lord, and they are beings who have been given authority by the Lord."

"And the last one, the dark angel, he was the former deputy king of the kingdom of heaven, and finally died in a disaster."

The dim light swayed as the flame danced. Klein reminisced about these three words, and there was no sense of relief in his heart that his doubts had been solved.

If he remembered correctly, the "secret" diary seems to have mentioned the part about his students and the descendants of the ancient sun god.

And the authority given, the angels of time and the angels of fantasy?

Time should be the authority held by "mystery", and fantasy should correspond to... "audience"?

That is to say, the ancient sun **** gave his child the authority needed for "mystery", and at the same time gave a part of himself to another.

"Singer", "Sailor", "Reading", "Secret Prayer", and "Audience" are indeed interchangeable sequences.

"Lord Elector, you seem to be very concerned about the content of the King of Angels?"

Mr. A's deep voice suddenly remembered, breaking Klein's thinking.

His calm blood-red eyes fumbled in the darkness, as if trying to grab something.

"Yes." Without any hesitation, Klein admitted Mr. A's guess.

After being promoted to Sequence Seven, Klein, whose ability has been improved, can keep his face unchanged even if he does not rely on the side effects of the human skin mask.

"I've always been curious as to why you are so hostile to the current Seven Gods, and you happen to know a few words about the King of Angels, so I want to start from the root and see if the history of the past can hide inspiration for the answer to this question. "

"I think I have some clues after hearing what you just said about the history."

Klein catered to the other party and told half-truths.

"Of course we are hostile to traitors, to these guys who have turned away from the true faith."

Mr. A had a natural expression, and for the first time there was disgust in his calm eyes.

"Correct belief?" Klein chewed on the ambiguous word, feeling as if he had caught something at the root.

"The faith of the Lord is the true faith."

"What about the seven gods? And other gods that you sometimes cooperate with...not recognized by the seven gods?"

Klein continued to ask questions, and replaced the word Cthulhu with a more ambiguous name, so as not to irritate the other party.

"We cooperate with them only because of reality, and they are also the targets of the Lord's crusade in the future." Mr. A made no secret of his contempt when talking about other evil gods.

He clenched his hands tightly, blood dripping from the crevices of his fingers with the sound of crunching bones.

"But the Seven Gods..."

After a short pause, the familiar madness finally appeared on Mr. A's face. He was gradually overlapping with the madman image of the Aurora Society in Klein's memory.

"The seven gods are the most despicable fakes. They deceive people's hearts and are more filthy beings than 'devils'!"

"Is this the reason why you created all kinds of tragedies?"

"I believe that the Creator is merciful, but I cannot understand what you have done to innocents."

Staring at the opponent's blood-red pupils that were gradually filled with anger, and scanning the waves of shadows that were constantly rising around him, Klein frowned.

"Are they innocent?" Mr. A seemed to have heard some funny joke, his beautiful face was distorted, the hatred in his eyes almost overflowed, and he was completely different from the devout monk when he talked about the glory of the Creator.

"When they believed in those false gods, they were already sinners!"

"They are tortured by those who are on the top, rolling in the quagmire of this sinister world, losing their jobs, and dying their children without daring to speak, enjoying the dividends of plunder, and only passing on their resentment to the weaker!"

"They are cowardly, humbly dedicate everything they have, don't know how to resist, are willing to be blinded by evil beliefs, but instead slander the Lord who silently suffered their sins for them, and slander the Savior who saved them from cruelty as evil!"

"They once prayed for the blessing of the so-called seven gods. Even if they didn't respond, they just made up one reason after another to paralyze themselves, and then continued to accept the status quo!"

"Your Excellency the voter, are you saying that they are innocent!"

The logic between the words is a bit confusing. Mr. A frantically accuses the "criminals" who were executed by them. Every time he resorts to a crime, his arms are raised high and then slammed down again, and the shadows on the side dance with them. On the wall that the dim light could not reach, the shadows falling from the heights were like **** guillotine knives.

"But that's not your reason for killing those civilians."

Klein faced Mr. A's questioning gaze, stood up slowly, and raised his cane in front of him.

"If you really want to spread the belief in the Creator, why not try to solve these problems?"

Klein's words pierced into Mr. A's heart like a sharp sword, and his thin body trembled obviously.

"Because only then will they resist."

"Only breaking the present moment that we are used to... So we need sacrifice and dedication, even ourselves."

After a long silence, the color of madness gradually faded from Mr. A's face, and all the viciousness was hidden under the calm eyes again, as if the madness just now never existed.

He knelt down reverently, facing the direction of the shrine, his long hair fell, and in the shadow covered by the hair, the sound of flesh and blood eating was intermittent.

"Bearing sin...sacrifice and giving are...good virtues..."

"Because...the only way...they will resist...this sucks...world..."

Hopeless…

Taking a deep look, he withdrew his gaze. Klein clenched and relaxed his palms tightly holding the cane. He strode out of Mr. A's room, ignoring the faint sobbing behind him, and quickly walked up the stairs, UU reading www. uukanshu.com didn't stop until he saw the thin body swaying and running in the distance.

The footsteps approached, and the girl with a wrinkled dress rushed towards Klein in a panic, her malnourished and slightly sallow face dodging her eyes.

Klein looked at the panic in her eyes, heaved a sigh of relief, and said as calmly as possible:

"Are you still leaving from there?"

The skinny girl didn't respond, but nodded crampedly, and took Klein back in a few steps to the direction she came from.

Seeing her nimbly avoiding the various home decorations in the house, and finally opening the door carefully, the little head with the half-length hair caught behind his head tentatively looked out, and then retracted it like fertilization, Klein His brows tightened, and he hurriedly followed.

A big hand pushed the door, which was covered with rough calluses, just like its owner, full of traces of time.

The tall man was wearing ill-fitting formal clothes, and there was even one tucked into his neck at the neckline.

He made no secret of his disdain for this skinny girl, and looked at Klein with obvious contempt.

"Say thank you to Mr. A for me."

"I'm thankful he answered my confusion."

Klein suddenly turned back to the girl dressed as a maid in a low voice, just enough for the strong man to hear.

After all, he did not wait for the cowering girl to react, squeezed the strong man whose eyes clearly showed panic, and walked out of the cold villa.

At nine in the morning, the air in Backlund was still pungent.

Klein carefully looked at the delicately managed bushes and lawns across the street, and finally, by feeling, looked at the source of the yellowish mist, in the direction of the East District.

"Aurora will..."

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