Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

In the hall of the tall main house, Miller Carter, who finally completely transplanted his property from Jianhai County to Backlund, held the first banquet in his new mansion.

Although the surname Carter itself does not have any title embellishment, the wealth it symbolizes still attracts many nobles who can only be proud of the title to come to attend the gathering of this commoner, the previous owner of this mansion—— Pound Baron is one of them.

Raft Pound, whose eyes were pierced with a faint blackness, and who walked a little vainly, was independent of the dance floor and only occupied a small corner, even if every now and then some aristocrats, because of the decency of social etiquette, just held a cold picture. mask, nodding in greeting.

Everyone present knew that this baron, who was personally cut down by His Royal Highness the King, might not even be able to keep the afterglow of his ancestors.

However, compared to the naked contempt of others, the viscount seemed to not care, but lamented that he couldn't bring his mistress on this occasion, and he didn't even have anyone to accompany him to drink.

Pound, who was entangled in alcohol, looked around the harmonious dance floor from the baron's drunken eyes, but his brain was surprisingly sober, and vigilantly swept across the faces of every guest.

Since the death of the old Viscount, those people have been there, secretly staring at him in places where he can't see or can see, only hoping to get the secrets hidden in the Pound family era.

The palm of which there was a layer of soft flesh trembled slightly, and even the Baron Pound, who had been smeared red by alcohol, staggered against the wall behind him. From the outsider's point of view, it was just that this scoundrel had drunk too much and lost his life. The dignity of the nobility is about to be embarrassed.

In the blur of camouflage, Raft Pound stared at the floor tiles that had changed colors under his feet, his eyes seemed to penetrate everything, and he saw the door that he had never set foot on.

Two side-by-side black thrones sit high on the stone platform, and the highest-standard honor guards inherited from the Fourth Epoch are distributed on both sides.

Watching this dream-like scene, the last bit of alcohol occupied in Raft Pound's brain disappeared, and a cold breeze blew from behind his head. No matter how slow this baron was, he was aware of it. To the difference between fantasy and reality.

"Is this inside the ruins?"

He stared blankly at the quaternary style that could be seen everywhere, whether it was fear or excitement, his breathing became heavier and heavier.

"This is where Arista Tudor became a god, the most successful mockery of the 'Blood Emperor' to the astral gods."

A hoarse voice came from all directions. Although the content of the words seemed to be praising the great achievements of the "Blood Emperor", in the eyes of Raft Pound, who was fully awake, the undisguised yin and yang anger was not as good as it was. Said to be suppressing real emotions.

In front of the closed stone door of the ruins hall, green vines hang down from the ceiling, and the sturdy branches tightly entangle the ends, hanging in the air slightly above the ground, with a pair of black leather boots naturally leaning against the outside.

Raft Pound, who was unaware of the abnormality behind him, gasped for breath, staring directly at the crimson flame ignited in the void in front of him, helplessly witnessing a red-haired youth with wings on his back walking out of it. .

Medici, whose body was between the virtual and the real, looked at the only descendant of the Tudor family in front of him, and felt a little boring for a while.

Is this the last descendant of Alista Tudor?

The Red Angel, who had lost interest, missed Raft Pound, who was frozen in place and trembling, and who had guessed one or two from the "glorious history" inherited from the family, and looked at Bernadette, who was indifferently watching from behind.

"Okay, now that you have sent your last sincerity to me, I will honor my promise."

"After all, I'm not a bad parent who won't satisfy my child's wishes."

When the Red Angel in the name of war said this sentence, the corners of his mouth were filled with incomprehensible meanings, and he didn't even sound like he had any sense of disobedience.

Several crimson flames suddenly rose up, and in the room where the bodies of Medici, Sauron, and Einhorn were placed behind, the bright flames ignited the two corpses piled in the corner. It also slowly overflowed from the only white bone chest still slumped on the throne.

In the hall, Raft Pound, whose body was also ignited by the flames, felt the scorching heat of the evisceration, and cried helplessly, causing Bernadette, who was watching the ceremony, to frown slightly.

Ever since the death of the old Viscount, he has been hiding his id behind a mask, using the false pretense of his fear to deceive those who are interested. Baron Pound Cong, who can be called a hard worker, never thought that he would die of a dead man. The hand of the dead for thousands of years.

In his opinion, these former angels who died in the hands of His Majesty the "Blood Emperor" were supposed to be the bricks and stones that he stepped on at the feet of the Fuxing family.

Bright flames enveloped the baron's body, and before his eyes were about to lose the light, he finally saw the clearest coat of arms in the hall in a panic.

In the iron-black badge frame, the hand holding the scepter seemed to drip viscous blood.

boom.

The charred body fell straight to the throne on the high platform, and fell in the direction of the badge.

In the dimly lit hall, the two glass test tubes floating in Bernadette's palm shattered softly, and the sharp glass fragments were spiritually stuck in the air. Condensed around them, pieced together into two scarlet gems.

Medici, whose body was still illusory, inserted his right hand into the position of his heart, and from the illusory spirit body, through the link of the gray fog, pulled out two spirit bodies that were struggling to separate.

Sauron and Einhorn, who were engulfed in mist, had their faces contorted with rage, but under the power of a higher rank, they could not even utter abusive voices.

The spiritual body that survived by relying on the special treatment of "Mystery" to Medici was attracted by the symbol of blood, but after all, it failed to make a sound and was sucked into the two scarlet gems.

Feeling the heat in her hands, Bernadette's brows wrinkled even tighter.

"This ritual just separates their spirit bodies."

Looking directly at the expressionless Medici, Bernadette clenched her hands.

"Without the shackles of those gray fogs, I have no way to drive them, and I even need to provide my own spirituality to ensure that these two spiritual bodies will not dissipate."

She recalled the faces of the children of the former royal family Sauron when her father had not yet ascended the throne, and the suppressed anger in her eyes also turned into a sharp sneer.

"Is this the 'conspirator'?"

Medici, who was resented by the child, shrugged nonchalantly, not as sharp as in the rumors, but simply asked:

"Is this the child?"

Seeing the older princess choked in front of her, His Royal Highness the Red Angel sneered.

"Our agreement is that you help me untie the seal, but the noble princess has even got the blood of the royal family, but can't get the blood of the broken Medici family."

"Besides, I just promised you to give you the spiritual bodies of those two guys, but I didn't say that I would also help children who are used to relying on their parents to train them well."

"What do you think they are, dog?"

Looking at Bernadette, who was holding her trophy tightly in front of her eyes, she turned her eyes away bitterly. His Royal Highness the Red Angel, who was in a more and more comfortable mood, snorted and comforted:

"But it doesn't matter, it's just two angels who have been favored and promoted by the 'Dark Emperor' by taking advantage of good luck. As long as you can fully fulfill the agreement between us, I may really be able to train and train you."

He couldn't beat it, and he couldn't say it. The only one who had the initiative and just needed to rely on the power of the King of Angels, Bernadette finally chose to remain silent.

Medici, who was ready to accept it, no longer pestered the little girl who had not fully grown up, and turned around to gather up the charred corpse, so as not to dirty his living room.

A cold breeze slowly blew from the gap in the gate. Bernadette, who was almost in a good mood, stood up, and the thick vines behind her dissipated immediately and disintegrated into little green light.

Turning around and walking back, Bernadette, who drove the invisible servant to push the door away, turned her back to the Red Angel behind her, and her voice sounded a little dry.

"Sulte should go to Pensey privately in two months."

"There is a mysterious organization hidden behind him. He is suspected of having an affair with a son of the creator. I hope to use your power at that time."

The crisp sound of black leather boots stopped suddenly.

"In addition to needing the blood of your own descendants to break free from the seal, you should also need a demigod's characteristics to restore your strength as soon as possible, right?"

In the empty and gloomy hall, the black wings hung down a lot, and Medici looked down at the charred corpse that had not been cleaned up on the ground with low eyebrows, and a complicated smile slowly evoked.

"Take back what I said before, you are not a child."

The emotions in his eyes were fleeting, and the Red Angel raised his eyebrows frivolously~www.readwn.com~ and laughed even worse.

"You're a brainy kid."

The light sound of the black leather boots paused for a while, and then the sound changed from orderly to disorder, and it became extremely hurried and farther away, and gradually became inaudible.

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

Backlund, 17 Minsk Street

There was nothing to do during the day, so he went to the Eastern District with his makeup on. Klein, who had been wandering around Kapin's sphere of influence for a long time, found nothing. Finally, the sun gradually went down and the full red moon in the sky became clear. After the gray fog, he responded to his sacrifice and threw the master key into the junk pile behind the seat.

After solving a major hidden danger, he calmly "passed by" the Harvest Church. After the diligent Reverend Emlyn finally got out of the ardent female believers, he hurriedly stepped forward and reminded the other party to repay Arrears of commission fees and fares.

Detective Moriarty, who received fifty pounds and one soule, returned home happily.

Nine p.m.

Klein, who watched the hour hand stop just before the number nine, suddenly stopped to the phantom layered prayers. It was clouds drifting in the night sky outside the window, and the coquettish crimson replaced the night.

Klein, who knew that it was Miss Magician who saved her life without needing to distinguish, did not hesitate at all. He decisively closed the curtains, extinguished the lights, and walked four steps backwards, entering above the gray fog.

As his spirituality touched the crimson star that was shrinking, Forsi's hazy figure appeared in an instant on the seat with the "layers of illusory doors" behind him.

She resisted the severe headache caused by the delay in receiving prayers, relieved, stood up and said:

"Dear Mr. Fool, you saved me again."

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