Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"Loki... Bymun Thoth..."

"Loki... Bymun Thoth..."

The dark gray-haired demon wolf facing the pitch-black knight wearing the eagle-headed helmet had no choice but to manipulate the thread of his own spiritual body due to the influence of the bizarre babble uttered by his own secret puppet and bound spirit. It was closed into a circle, barely getting rid of the attraction of the silver-black badge floating above the head to the thread of its own spiritual body.

He tried to condense the pale cold mist around him to cover his figure, but found that the dark knight on the opposite side had disappeared. It was still bright and sunny during the day, but the wilderness at this time seemed to have entered a rainy autumn, changing It was extremely humid, cold, and filled with the smell of death and decay.

"Damn...the giant..."

"The thief's... lackey..."

His fangs-baring head muffled out a few out-of-tune giant words, bloodshot in his clear eyes, covered with a layer of turbidity and madness.

Although anger occupied his brain for a while, he still tried to ignite the remaining clothing fragments on his close-up due to the instinct brought by his Beyonder characteristics. Escape, just continue like this, until the half-giant on the opposite side is depleted of spirituality.

Snapped!

The close-up puppet swaying in the air like bacon twitched, only black smoke came out of her body, and the spark that had just ignited flashed twice before it went out!

The humid and cold environment here directly affects the burning of the spiritual flame!

The eight-clawed demon wolf covered in dark gray fur raised his front paws anxiously and slapped the ground a few times, his neck covered with tufts of thick and short wolf hair suddenly decomposed into hundreds of translucent, engraved with mysterious patterns. Maggots, they cling to each other in a staggered manner, squirming quickly, and reorganized into a new neck that is smooth, white, and relatively slender.

The devil wolf raised his upper body high, his jaws slightly opened, and a low, hoarse voice came from his mouth:

"What the **** do you want to do!"

"You know very well that I am not the main material of the 'Bishop of Fear', I am just a devil wolf mixed with the characteristics of the 'Darkness' pathway."

"You and I are beings chased by believers of 'Dark Night' and 'God of Dawn'. Why do you have to beat me to the death? We can work together to kill those who will truly threaten our lives."

The pitch-black knight wearing the eagle-headed helmet was startled for a moment, then slowly put down the great sword, his right hand still resting on the hilt, and his left hand familiarly took off the helmet engraved with the characteristics of the eagle's head that wrapped most of his head.

With the disarming of the helmet, a huge dark brown braid leaked out of the helmet, threw it out naturally, and hung down with gravity, revealing a flat face with a slender one eye and blue-black skin.

The slender one-eyed eye seemed to have not adapted to the suddenly stronger sunlight. It closed a few times left and right, and then fully opened, revealing the huge pupils that were hidden behind the blue-black eyelids, shimmering with orange-red light.

She opened her chapped lips and said in a mellow voice:

"Only you will be chased by 'Dark Night', I won't, and this is the place of 'Sun', and 'Dawn' can't reach out."

"No, you don't understand..." The devil wolf, who had been surrounded by pale white mist, was about to respond to the other party's argument, but he seemed to have thought of something, and just opened his jaws slightly as he spoke. Zi froze in the air, trembling slightly.

The pupils in his eyes reflected the figures of the puppets and spirits that were hoisted and suspended in mid-air, and reflected their eyeballs turned towards him.

Those eyeballs stared straight at the demon wolf that was frozen in place, empty and absent.

Resentful soul possessed?

That badge has the characteristic of being alive?

I clearly controlled the thread of my spiritual body, why... the dark gray demon wolf tried hard to activate the gradually stagnant brain, and drove the thinking that was almost stuck.

He tried to control the spirits around him to wake him up, but found that all spirits had long been forced to "drive away by the dark knight, either being killed while trying to attack him, or being hung up by the silver-black badge as bacon, At this time, there could not be a single spirit that was enough to express the entity in the entire wasteland.

He tried to lower his voice and "sing" a more intense song to wake him up, only to find that he could only spit out syllables one by one, and he couldn't connect them in series at all.

In desperation, he could only follow the instinct of the beast, tightening his eight legs as if they had been filled with lead, and at the same time exerting force, relying on his good control over his body, he jumped suddenly, and crashed into the air. Countless spiritual body threads, silver-black badges floating for no reason.

At the same moment, a slightly dim light storm blew up again on the barren land, and the fragments made of pure orange-red light were wrapped in the cold hurricane, and instantly shattered without any cover, exposing the weakness of the whole body in the air. Demon wolf.

For a warrior, such an obvious opportunity is impossible to pass up.

As the storm of light ceased, a burst of red mist exploded, and the stench gradually spread. Numerous pieces of meat fell along with other corpses that were hung in the air like bacon, and fell heavily to the ground.

The demon wolf who faced off against the black knight just now and almost played with his opponent to the point of exhaustion died just like that!

Before his death, he seemed to be suddenly affected by something, and his thinking was unknowingly plunged into ignorance, and he chose an action that was no different from suicide!

There was only the dark knight standing in the huge wilderness. A light layer of water mist appeared in her slender eyes. After a few seconds of silence, she quickly walked to the beach that originally belonged to the dark gray devil wolf. Among the pieces of meat, he pulled his hands together for a while, and pulled out the silver-black badge that was pressed by the stump.

She was holding the silver-black badge that was clearly taken from the blood, but was still clean, and she stared at that, staring at the mysterious pattern composed of half twisted lines and half pupilless eyes on the badge, and fell into a daze. in silence.

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

"This is all the information we have at present after Congressman Maynard's death." The brown bear-like Inspector Tolle handed the paper report in his hand to Klein, and said in a rough voice.

Have new clues? Klein tilted his head, took the paper report from Inspector Toler, and read it carefully.

Police Maynard is suspected to have died of a heart attack... Klein raised his eyebrows and turned to Inspector Toller and asked:

"Does this congressman have any medical history related to heart disease on weekdays?"

The tall Inspector Tolle was stunned for a while, his eyes turned slightly upwards, looking at the sky and recalled:

"No relevant records were found."

In Loen, most upper-class gentlemen and ladies usually have their own private doctors or go to professional private hospitals to treat their illnesses. Detailed physical health reports and medical history are not only a symbol of decency for the upper class, but also a guarantee of their own health.

Therefore, when the Ruen police deal with similar sudden death cases, it has become a tacit and necessary step to obtain the medical history of the deceased and compare the autopsy results.

Whether I didn't find it, or I couldn't get it... Klein smiled and changed the question:

"Then do you have the gentlemen and ladies who stayed at the scene, and have you made corresponding records?"

Inspector Tolle walked quickly to Mr. Maynard's second-floor building in front of him, and said quietly:

"We have guests from yesterday. They are all guests who stayed overnight after Mr. Maynard held a party last night. They all have relatively prominent identities. We have arranged those guests to rest in the living room."

In other words, apart from blocking the scene, the police did not do any work at all... Klein nodded slightly, and immediately followed.

Klein followed Inspector Toler closely, one fat and one thin, one tall and one low, and walked into the front hall of the magnificently decorated Congressman Maynard's house.

When he was about to enter the living room, Inspector Tolle, who was as tall as a bear, suddenly stopped in place, turned his back to Klein, and said in a low voice:

"I hope you can find out the cause of Mr. Maynard's death as soon as possible. This case is rather special. The wife of MP Maynard is a new party leader and the daughter of a member of the House of Commons. We have to be more cautious."

Klein didn't respond. He took a few steps forward, passed Inspector Toler's slender body, and entered the living room.

He ignored the surprised or respectful glances from the younger policemen, but slowly scanned the many guests in the hall - a few gentlemen in tuxedos and a few fine black veils covering their faces , a lady with a very gorgeous palace dress.

In the end, Klein's eyes stopped on a gentleman with a red complexion and round eyes. He seemed to have been annoyed by the constant inquiries of the police around him and was about to explode. Beside him, a man wearing a long black dress with skin The white, tender and clean lady who coexists with the youthful youth and the charming lady is holding the gentleman's arm and whispering something.

Inspector Tolle also saw the gentleman who could no longer suppress his temper, stood beside Klein, and explained casually:

"Mr. Bona and Ms. Sharon, one is Tingen's famous grumpy rich man, and the other is Tingen's popular socialite."

"Oh, although these two are very powerful, they must stay here compared to the questioning of a member of the House of Commons." After speaking, Inspector Tolle patted Klein on the shoulder, motioning him to follow him and go. On the second floor.

In front of a dark mahogany door on the second floor, Inspector Tolle stopped and introduced:

"This is the guest room where Congressman Maynard's body was found."

Guest room? Klein asked thoughtfully:

"Who did this room belong to last night?"

"It doesn't belong to anyone, but this sheet is stained with some traces of dried liquid." Inspector Tolle said with a hint, put on white gloves, unscrewed the door lock, and opened the crimson wooden door.

After the police officer in charge of guarding the room left, he nodded to Klein and signaled:

"Inspector Moretti, I'll leave the rest to you."

"I can only say that I will try my best to find the truth." The corners of Klein's mouth twitched slightly. He also put on white gloves, picked up his cane, and walked into the room, he closed the dark red wooden door.

He paced to the big bed that looked very soft, looked at the corpse covered with white cloth and circled in white, without hesitation he lifted up the white cloth covering the corpse, leaking out Congressman Maynard lying on the bed .

Klein gently pulled his upper left teeth, turned on his spiritual vision, and examined the dead body that was completely stiff and scattered with corpse stains.

This gentleman looks less than fifty, and his blond hair is rare, and he does not have the common baldness problem of gentleman Loen. He is relatively healthy, not very fat, and there is a mixture of pain and pleasure on his stiff face.

On his pale and bluish lower body skin, a little, a little yellowish dryness has solidified near the black hair, and a darker liquid remains on the dark red bed sheet under him~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Dry marks.

Ahh... No wonder the Tingen police are so embarrassed. It's not easy to investigate. If there is no direct evidence, and they happen to investigate and deal with something they shouldn't know, someone will definitely take the blame for this. I understand the violent reaction of Congressman Maynard's wife. This is not only about her husband's death, but also about her dignity. Well, Loen people are more reserved.

Klein let out a sigh of relief. The originally tense mood was somewhat relaxed. He took out the corresponding materials familiarly, and quickly completed the pre-ceremony of the psychic ritual.

Just when he was about to recite the mantra, he suddenly thought of a very serious question!

If he really foresaw the truth of Maynard's death later, what would he predict?

Klein frowned slightly, and then firmly recited the corresponding ritual incantation.

In the quiet and distant scent of flowers and plants and the cold wind that surrounded him, Klein lowered his head and silently read the divination sentence he had long thought of:

"The real cause of Congressman Maynard's death."

"The real cause of Congressman Maynard's death."

After meditating for seven times, Klein stepped back in front of the high-back chair that he had pulled over in advance, and slowly sat down as his consciousness gradually disappeared.

He lowered his head, and his eyes were dyed with a deep, hazy black, which symbolized that his consciousness had entered a dream state.

In a dark, illusory haze, the only light source caught Klein's attention.

Snapped!

The dream suddenly shattered, Klein slowly opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

He sat on the high-back chair, put his head on his hands, rubbed his forehead lightly, and said with a low smile:

"Death to the peony..."