Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

The storm was condensed and the top of the clouds, the skyline in the distance was a hazy milky white, and with the roar of thunder, tens of thousands of tons of majestic waves were thrown into the sky and fell heavily.

The dark blue that covers the sky and dances with claws and wants to embrace the island below, the thick fluid curtain is buckled upside down along the shackles of gravity, the splashing waves are filled with large pieces of white foam, like broken emeralds, and the splendid water waves are invisible shunting, The soft gray-white mist slowly surged, slowly throwing away the wetness from his body.

Thunder swept across the sky once again, and the lonely island under the huge waves was still standing on the tumbling sea. The thick fog gradually dissipated, and the semi-circular barrier once again returned to nothingness.

"Mom, it's thunder!" A little boy pointed at the blue sky and tugged at the corner of his mother's clothes.

"Don't talk nonsense, it's sunny now, how can there be thunder." Rough hands tightened the wet clothes in her hands, and the middle-aged woman raised her head and slapped her son on the back, and then picked up another piece of clothing.

"But it was really thundering just now..."

With his own eyes, he saw with his own eyes that the terrifying lead ash replaced the blue sky and white clouds. The little boy who saw the ferocious lightning split the sky had tears in his eyes. He had three big round eyes, one was holding the clothes waiting to dry in his hands, and the other was looking at his gloomy mother. , One still tentatively glanced at the sky from time to time, looking forward to the next lightning flash, so that his mother could see that he was not talking nonsense.

On the canvas-like pure sky, the sun radiates light and heat like a concentrated pool of oil paints, the towns on the ground are brightly lit, or the farmer in robes, or the gentleman in shorts, without exception An umbrella, the tentacles twisted and twisted, barely able to keep up with the pace of the upper body.

The little boy Valli is the son of a wealthy family in this island kingdom. Unlike those clean poor children, he only needs to help his mother starch and wash the laundry every day, and his short clothes have always been torn through these holes. .

This is a newly popular style in recent years. Compared with the original clothes covered with mud, this one is more tasteful.

Twelve fingers tightly clasped the sleeves of the robe in his hands, and Vali twisted his arms violently, and finally a few drops of water fell.

Boom!

The dazzling silver-white robbed the sun of its brilliance, and the ferocious branches that grew upside down covered the sky. With the third eye, Vali, who glanced at the sky from time to time, slammed towards his mother.

"Look Mom, it's really thundering!"

The little boy shouted excitedly and shrilly, and the woman who was busy starching the laundry turned her head angrily, her deep voice hovering in her throat, before she could utter the scolding words, the silver-white and monstrous waves that turned the whole sky upside down were reflected. eye.

The monster composed of pure water squeezes the air, and it seems that it will engulf this strange kingdom the size of this small town in the next second.

when!

The ethereal bell rang from a distance, and the people who fled in panic on the street lost their vitality in an instant. The semicircular barrier that disappeared strangely reappeared. The escaping gray-white mist echoed between the sky and the dark silk threads hidden in the nothingness. pulled out.

Thousands of filaments fluttered and connected to the back of each kingdom member's head. These three-eyed, six-fingered, human-like monsters with lower body tentacles and upper body flew up, hanging strangely in the air, with big mouths. Zhang, his sharp teeth recited the standard elf ballad, his glass-like inorganic pupils all reflected the changes in the sky, the gray-white semi-circle slowly closed, and the 10,000-ton seawater flowed back and returned to the bottom of the sea.

In the next second, even the last bell finally disappeared, and the majestic ocean waves were thrown into the sky again with the breath of the storm, pure weight trying to resist the soft gray fog.

The depth like a large piece of jade shattered again, and the white foam scattered on the sea surface, but the gray fog that built the world of this round sky was still safe and sound, swayed a few times, and disappeared into the air again, waiting for the next challenger 's arrival

The world where the rules were reversed returned to normal. Zhou Mingrui, who was covered in robes, stood on the top of the mountain in the center of the island, looked at the dense dark silk threads under him, waved his hand to make his puppets return to normal, and turned to look at him. Empty air.

"Amon."

The withered and yellow leaves fell, and the pure white crows appeared on the branches at some point in time, and the bird's nest in the right eye was extremely dark and conspicuous.

"I think I'm doing pretty well, maybe a third of the time."

The noise of the town sounded again, Zhou Mingrui sat on a relatively flat stone without any image, his pale slender palms were slightly pulled in the air, and the desolate top of the mountain was suddenly replaced by a marble-carved palace. Silver and white stars flicker, forming a strange constellation pattern.

The pure white little crow fluttered its wings, avoiding the "uncle" sitting at the head of the long table, and wisps of black came out from under the feathers. The large robe covered his slightly slender body compared to normal children, and he ignored it. He stepped over the long bronze table under his feet and sat down opposite the boss.

He glanced at the back of the high-back chair behind him expectantly, and then his smiling face instantly collapsed.

"I knew it was definitely not Origin Castle."

"Can't you let me go up once?"

Zhou Mingrui, who was concentrating on serving the tea set in his hand, ignored the child's muttering, and just silently raised his head and glanced at it.

"'Origin Castle' has a marble palace, a long bronze table, and corresponding twenty-two high-back chairs, dotted with stars on the dome."

He pointed to the decorations that were reproduced one by one, and finally pointed behind him regardless of Amon's increasingly ugly expression.

"You can go and have a look. I even put a ladder and a door of light at the back, and I also carefully hung the 'bacon'."

Amon, who had a monocle on his right eye, really glanced back.

He stole the fog and distance blocking his eyes, and really saw a "door of light" and the so-called "bacon".

Hundreds of corpses of giant dragons and demon wolves hang in the air, among which there are many "devils" and "aliens", and only a few phoenixes dot the front.

Is this the so-called "bacon"?

Amon did not believe in evil and tried to probe the probe again, only to see that the so-called door of light was even more outrageous.

"Isn't that Osaycus?"

Seeing the King of Angels under his father being hung ruthlessly on a half-closed giant door, the young Amon opened his mouth wide and his eyes were full of excitement.

He seems to have discovered a new way to play!

"You read it wrong, it's just a historical projection of Osagecus."

Zhou Mingrui took a sip of the barley tea with just the right temperature.

Well, it's a familiar taste in college.

There was a Chaoshan classmate in the dormitory next to them at that time. He was a four-year university student and successfully opened a tea room for three years.

But I can only remember the taste of barley tea... Looking up at my friend's child, Zhou Mingrui waved it casually, and Osaycus, who acted as a light source on the door of light, disappeared instantly, with the pure and innocent patrolling at sea. The daytime angel shuddered inexplicably.

"I really don't know what's the point of you staying on this boring island every day."

Looking back, Amon looked at the tea set in front of Zhou Mingrui with some disgust, and with a push of his hands, the vampire sculpture he took out from nowhere snapped and snapped in half.

He casually threw the toy aside, stretched his right hand under the table, and turned his wrist slightly through the blind spot of vision.

A burst of cold struck, the corners of Amon's mouth rose, and the right hand under the table was pulled back, wanting to see what he had stolen.

A pair of fair-skinned palms tightly clenched the "thief"'s hand, and Zhou Mingrui, who was standing next to the bottom seat, looked at Amon, who was caught by him, with a serious expression.

"I should have told you, don't try to steal anything in front of my eyes, especially with your own body."

All-black eyes stared at the crystal-polished monocle in Amon's right eye. Amon looked at his own reflection in the deep darkness. I don't know if it was an illusion, but he caught a glimpse of a faint gilt.

"But you also said to try to keep me from bothering you?"

"Isn't it okay to bother you so many times?"

Although he was caught, Amon didn't feel panic at all. Instead, the ravings in his mind became clearer, but the strange thing was that although the ravings that roared out were clear, they were far less than the consciousness that tortured him when he was misty and hazy.

Zhou Mingrui returned to his position, distanced himself from this natural "half mistake", tapped the long table lightly with his fingers, and the thick gray fog under his feet suddenly became transparent, replaced by the busy island kingdom.

"What do you see?"

"The weird-looking human being played by your puppet is playing a boring game of play." Amon just glanced at it and immediately gave an evaluation, "It's a very boring trick, I was three years old. Don't play like that. Play a whole family by yourself or something..."

"Is this boring?"

Zhou Mingrui turned his head sideways, his slender eyebrows raised high.

"Of course it's boring. You are different from those city-states under your father's rule. Everything seems to be reversed. If you are not the great 'God of Mysteries', you will definitely be under the supervision of Saslier's inspector now. They were thrown at the stake."

Amon recalled his understanding of those human beings, and roughly listed several places that contradicted the real society.

"Very careful observation." Zhou Mingrui first praised the inconsistency pointed out by Amon, then changed the conversation, and then asked, "But I don't think there is any gap between the strange world I created and reality."

"If you don't treat the residents here as close couples, but as independent individuals, you will find that they are no different from the believers under your father's rule, except for some external cognitions. "

"They also have feelings from the heart, and they will be excited by the wealth and good fortune, and they will be disappointed by the bad luck today."

"But they have no faith?"

Amon pointed out a serious problem.

In the world blessed by the great Creator, the unbelievers are often more hateful than the remnants of the dead gods.

Because they have no faith, they may be deceived by more terrifying existences at any time, and they will do anything to satisfy their own desires.

All unbelievers discovered by the censors will be nailed to the bone wall behind the kingdom of God, their souls will not even be able to return to the underworld, and the remnants of believing in the ancient gods will only be burned at the stake.

"Humans don't necessarily need faith. Those who need faith are always gods and angels. Amon, this is the simplest truth."

Zhou Mingrui shook his head, his voice calm.

The wide black robe was scrupulous, and the thin Amon tried his best to raise his body, pressed the monocle in the eye socket with his right hand, and said with a pouted mouth:

"That is, you are the second **** recognized by your father, otherwise you would have been burned at the stake when you said this."

"I'm just telling the truth."

Zhou Mingrui ignored Amon's grievances and slammed it with his backhand. He and the "child" on the opposite side descended into the corresponding fog of history, watching the army that was following the Red Angel bravely killing the enemy and expelling the remnants of the "devil".

"What do you see now?"

"See? Medici who has to work overtime during the holidays?"

Amon is a little strange about what happened to Zhou Mingrui today, why he asks his own questions without the preface, and always makes some remarks that are against common sense, even though he doesn't care about the common sense of mortals at all.

I have to work overtime during the holidays... Zhou Mingrui looked at Medici who was laughing loudly and shook his head silently.

"Didn't you see Sequence Nine in the army, or even step into an extraordinary soldier?"

Being reminded by the titular elders, Amon tried his best to take a look, only to find that behind the great red angel, there are a few low-sequence legs and ordinary people hiding behind the red-haired "King of Angels". , even though she was so scared that she burst into tears and shouted helplessly for her mother, but in vain, she shot arrows in the direction of the "devil".

"so?"

Amon didn't quite understand what Zhou Mingrui wanted to express.

The fireball with the pungent sulfuric acid smell roared, and the jet-black wings behind the red angel were deftly reversed, and with a wave of the giant sword in his hand, bursts of explosions were raised in the air.

Zhou Mingrui looked at Medici who was immersed in the war and said softly:

"You should see the emotion that drives these people to stick to the battlefield, not to run away."

He pointed to the red angel who did not forget to protect the army in the rear even though he was obsessed with hunting, and said to Amon:

"It's not unreasonable for your father to have Medici as your teacher."

"But He only burns me like that, and he didn't dare to really cut me in half after I stole my hair..."

Ignoring Amon's broken thoughts, Zhou Mingrui narrowed his eyes.

"Like you, Medici is also a natural mythical creature, but unlike you and Adam, he is a 'hunter who harvests life~www.readwn.com~' far more than a 'spectator' who can manipulate fate, and experience The 'thieves' of other people's lives understand human nature better."

"He can always take care of the emotions of his subordinates at the first time, and use his own charm to drive the army to overcome difficult enemies together."

"Amon, your father was once a small human being, and so was I." Zhou Mingrui seemed to have indulged in his memories, half-talking and half-talking, looking at the children beside him, only to find that this little beast was looking bored Pushing the monocle, his eyes flickered at himself.

An angry crimson rushed to the cheek of the "God of Mysteries", and he raised his palms high.

"You stole your hearing, didn't you?"

The pale palm fanned the wide robe, the pure white crow had already flown away, and Amon's iconic voice echoed in the air.

"The stories you tell are so boring, old thing!"

Hahahaha's laughter can still be heard, Zhou Mingrui's facial features that were twisted in anger slowly returned to calm, his eyes were blurred, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

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

The golden waves were split by the invisible palms and rolled back to both sides, revealing a straight broad road.

The ever-frozen twilight covered the sky behind the ocean. In the orange-yellow curtain, a thin figure slowly walked out. The flowing golden waves protected the Son of the Creator, and the scorching waves rushed into the sky.

Amon gently pulled back the wet hair on his forehead, hiding behind the polished crystal with a joking smile, and the corners of his mouth gradually rose.

He looked at the ocean splattered with his father's blood. On the horizon in the distance, the half-sunk island was still standing strong, and a touch of real emotion finally appeared in the corner of his raised mouth.

"The stories you tell are so boring, old thing."

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