Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

On the flat grass, Angel Boda, a giant with a height of nearly three meters, looked at the uninvited guest vigilantly, but his tense body gradually relaxed after the initial alert.

Some behaviors only seem ridiculous when faced with beings that are too much higher than oneself.

And for some special reason, she believed that the opposite angel king would not hurt herself.

In other words, disdain to hurt himself...Angelboda bowed his huge body respectfully, but the height of his head was still a bit higher than Amon.

"His Royal Highness Amon."

Amon, who was soaked all over, ignored this female woman's respect, and just lifted the heavy robe soaked in water to himself, looked at the surrounding environment with interest, and finally raised his eyebrows, watching with interest. Towards the field that had just been planted, with the rotation of his wrist, the robe instantly returned to dryness, and the water and salt were poured into the field where the green shoots had just emerged.

"His Royal Highness Amon."

Angel Boda, who stood up straight and looked down again, shouted again with a louder voice, and the skin around the one-eyed vertical pupil was obviously tightened.

"Didn't the old man give you to submit and shut up?"

Amon patted his robe indifferently, crossed Angelboda who was standing in front of him without looking sideways, and walked towards the wooden house that had been repaired.

"The Lord has only taught me such beautiful virtues as indomitability, resistance, kindness, and bravery." The linen clothes on my body were blown by the breeze, and the thick braids swayed, and the "secret" holy emblem pinned on Angelboda's chest suddenly There was a soft shimmer.

Pushing the monocle on his right eye socket, Amon only glanced at the holy emblem, and then didn't look at it again.

"Oh, good deeds."

The smile on the corner of his mouth, which seemed to never calm down, became deeper and deeper, and the crystal-polished monocle reflected the sunlight and blocked the emotions hidden behind him.

"So did these things help you?"

"Or, why do the good qualities of old things make you remember, why don't they help you avoid wandering for more than a thousand years."

Amon seems to have enough interest in forcing others to recognize the reality and admit their own inadequacy, pressing the silent Angelboda step by step, only hoping that the other party can express a point of view that meets his expectations, or that he is at odds with that cheap elder the opinion of.

"Then what about you, Your Highness Amon, the great **** of mischief, you didn't abide by these qualities that you despised, why are you still unable to avoid wandering for more than two thousand years."

"My wandering is due to the decline of the population, because I am far from reaching the Lord... , that small square world, only those good memories that exist in my memory."

"I still abide by the teachings of my adoptive father, and I have no dissatisfaction except that my desperate desire to see him again has not been fulfilled."

Listening to Angelboda's thick, unfeminine voice, Amon surprisingly didn't give her the name Despair with a smile because someone dared to openly pick out his pain point, or a less glorious point. gift.

If the red angel who once watched him grow up a little bit was here, if his former colleagues, or the "thieves" who were devoured by him as nutrients were here, they would probably show varying degrees of fear.

This Angel of Time actually nodded silently, in a sense agreeing with the other party's euphemistic offense.

"Interesting." Amon supported the monocle in his right eye, and then the deep smile at the corner of his mouth turned frivolous and brighter.

"But I'm more inclined that I just subconsciously choose a lifestyle that I like best."

He turned his wrist, and the coconut that Angelboda had just picked from the nearby seaside appeared out of thin air in his hand. An invisible force stole part of the hard shell of the coconut, and a straw appeared out of nowhere. into the vacant part of the shell.

The black-haired youth took a shallow breath, and then lay down on the beach chair that also appeared out of thin air.

"No matter what you look at, you don't look like a giant." Amon glanced at the "secret" holy emblem that still shone faintly on Angelboda's chest, and said lazily, "But you also Unlike an elf, although you are seen by the old guy, you have not inherited the quality of the elf at all, but have acquired the useless spiritual cleanliness of a very high moral standard."

Amon shook his head tsk tsk, smiled and sighed:

"Obviously the old guy himself is not like this, who did you learn from?"

"The Lord is just..." Angelboda subconsciously covered the holy emblem on his chest, trying to explain.

"Heh, are you trying to say that you know him better than me?" The corners of Amon's mouth rose slightly, and he raised his eyebrows in the direction where Angelboda stood, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Actually, it's not the first time that he has made these meaningless islands."

After a short silence, Amon raised his neck slightly, and threw the coconut that he only took a few sips to somewhere unknown.

He stretched out the five fingers of his right hand, UU reading www.uukanshu. com seems to be about to steal something.

"Actually, I can't understand why He spends his energy on such meaningless things. Sometimes I really think that He is not as good as Ourorius. After all, being in a daze is indeed a good thing for the serpent of the 'Fate' pathway. For entertainment, maybe it is more conducive to seeing the future direction when he is in a daze."

Hmm... Amon pretended to be thinking, nodded his head, and said to himself:

"Maybe next time I can try to parasitize an angel of the 'Fate' pathway."

As he said that, a strange glimmer of light flashed through the monocle at the socket of his right eye, and his right hand, which was sometimes relaxed and clenched, suddenly stretched forward, making a last attempt to steal.

The strong gravity pressed on his thin wrist, and the five fingers with distinct joints turned with difficulty, moved slowly, and tried to pull the object hidden in the air back.

Suddenly, the "secret" holy emblem on Angelboda's chest flickered, and the "weight" that Amon was struggling to steal also suddenly disappeared, almost implicated the son of the creator who was always at ease and fell on the lawn.

After stealing the effect of gravity on him in time, Amon, who didn't shake at all, regained his footing and looked at Angelboda. After a fleeting depression, he sneered for no reason.

"What... were you stealing just now?"

Without thinking about the will of the king of angels in front of him, Angelboda showed a little panic, and the one-eyed vertical pupil twitched a few times.

On the flat lawn, the corner of Amon's mouth still had the iconic smile, but his eyes looking into the distance were slightly confused, and even the monocle was much dimmed.

"The pollution on the 'God of Mysteries'."

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