Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

The open space in front of the abandoned dock was scorched black, only a few withered grasses in the distance escaped the disaster, and the pitiful swaying in the wind.

The evening wind blowing along the Tussock River blew away the smoke and dust, and a group of shadowy silhouettes became clearer a little bit with the pungent pungent and faint smell of sulfur.

A few minutes after the pier in the East District exploded for no reason, the "Heart of Machinery" team that was closest to the place was the first to arrive here.

The five "Heart of Mechanics" members carrying various extraordinary weapons stared at the dilapidated scene that was plowed through by an airship, and couldn't help frowning.

The noise nearby was intermittent, wearing a black trench coat and disguised as an official Beyonder from the Severas Field Special Operations Squad, using the senior inspector's credentials to drive away the police who heard the news from the Eastern District, and deceived the nearby gangsters. After the frightened civilians couldn't sleep, they finally looked forward to the deacon-level powerhouse who arrived at the order of the archbishop.

In the open space where there was still dust flying, Ikanser, whose face was hard and clear, was holding an ancient silver mirror, observing the black marks on the ground, and discussing with his colleagues in a low voice.

"There is a certain residue of high explosive explosion in the dust here. Will it be related to the smuggling of previously controlled weapons?"

Carl, who had a monocle inlaid in his right eye socket, tapped the frame of the glasses, a flash of spiritual brilliance, and more information poured into his brain.

"Probably not. Those gangsters brought out the steam rifles just now. They should have panicked after seeing the explosion."

Ikanser rubbed the black dust pinched from the ground and slowly shook his head.

Carl is the only member of the team he leads who usually studies gunpowder. At the same time, the Sealed Artifact 2-0831 he has mastered also has an auxiliary effect in analysis, and the insights he put forward are of great reference value.

After pondering for a while, Ikanser looked at a piece of almost desertified soil not far away, which was also the only piece of land that was not stained with charred black.

"And there is still a strong undead breath left here, it should not be made by those sewer rats."

He said, as if to convince himself, he nodded heavily.

"I believe it is the lunatics of the Southern Continent who can make such reckless provocations. Even the Aurora Society will not be so excessive."

Carl on the side tapped the monocle on his right eye with his knuckles and recognized:

"It is possible that the 'devil' has also been active recently."

Staring at the sandy soil that could not be ignored, Ikanser shook his head, and immediately lifted off the black flannel covering the silver mirror. body.

Carl, who was still immersed in the analysis of gunpowder, was stunned when he saw the captain's actions, then he coughed dryly, moved to the other side of the silver mirror, and blocked the direction of the others with his own body.

A flash of gratitude flashed in Ikanser's eyes, while his right palm slowly stroked the surface of the silver mirror, took a deep breath, his expression became decisive, and said in a low voice:

"Dear Arrodes, my question is who is involved in what just happened in this place."

With the vague apprehension on Ikanser's resolute face, the surrounding darkness suddenly became dense, and the surface of the silver mirror quickly swayed in circles.

The gray and white quaint silver mirror floating in the mirror seemed a little excited, and pictures emerged one after another.

In the prancing firelight, a vague figure shadowed in the smoke and dust raised by the explosion, and high-temperature air waves rose and fell in the air. As the firelight stopped, the tall figure in a black double-breasted dress finally gradually became clear, soaring to the sky. Under the orange-red, this mysterious man carrying a shadow is holding a black staff, and the melted oil paint outlines the perseverance of his face, giving people a sense of majesty that cannot be seen directly.

The picture was stagnant for a few seconds, until the mysterious man cast an indifferent gaze, which almost made Ikanser and Karl think that the other party could even feel peeping from the air, and then slowly turned around and walked towards the still burning fire behind him, the fluttering hem of the dress. It also gradually dissolved in the scorching orange-red.

The two looked at each other, each seeing the throbbing in the other's eyes.

The fluctuating water light in the mirror swept across, the picture changed, and a brand new scene once again shocked the two of them.

In the rolling smoke, the mysterious man just now stared indifferently at the middle-aged man with a painful face, and a giant skeleton standing beside the man mercilessly waved his palm.

Scene after scene alternated, Ikanser and Carl saw the blurred figure with the head of the "Wolfman" cut off, the "living corpse" swallowed by the bronze gate, and a person whose face was obscured by the smoke, but the complex palace skirt and slightly obvious Messy pale blond hair can still catch a glimpse of the delicate-looking woman.

The silver mirror, who was concentrating on projecting the picture, seemed to be stunned for a moment, but in the end, the picture was fixed on the few frames that can best highlight the woman's cool temperament.

This...Ikanser's resolute face has a strange expression.

Although from the little information revealed in the screen just now, he could tell that these strange Beyonders, or that the mysterious man possessed strange abilities, but he felt more that the opponent was fighting and leaving the field. Elegant and powerful.

Carl, who was on the side, also looked strange, but they couldn't help the two of them to express their comments, and a few lines of ancient Feysac words suddenly appeared on the silver mirror:

"Now according to the rules of reciprocity, it's my turn to ask questions."

"If you answer wrong, or lie, you will be severely punished."

The ancient Fusac words in the flower body are elegant and coherent, which seems to indicate that the mirror is in a good mood now.

Ikanser first praised the great **** of steam and machinery in his heart, and then nodded nervously.

The silver mirror, which seemed to be in a good mood, was surging with gray and white, and a new line of words appeared.

"What is your sexual orientation?"

Standing aside, Karl, who was curiously stretching his neck, turned red, and then his eyes slowly widened. Under the pleading gaze of the stunned Ikanser, he subconsciously took a step back.

......

On the outskirts of Backlund, ten fifty in the evening.

The sparks of fire in the far eastern district adorned the night without many stars. Klein, who had most of his clothes burned on the right side, endured the burning pain from the gray-black wound and walked into the dark bushes in front of him. middle.

Passing through the tangled bushes, under the dry willow tree, a gentleman of medium stature was quietly waiting for him.

"Good evening, Mr. Azik."

Listening to the crow's whining in the bushes, and looking at each other in silence for a long time, Klein pulled off the human skin mask on his face, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Good evening, Klein." Azik under the withered willow tree carefully observed the embarrassment on Klein's body, his eyebrows wrinkled unconsciously.

The desolate woods fell silent again.

"Are you in any danger?"

Seeing that the student who had been out of contact for a while was speechless, Azik sighed softly, opened the topic on his own initiative, and waved his right hand with a transparent glove, and the surroundings instantly fell into a comfortable atmosphere. of shade.

Klein felt the stimulation like ice compresses on the wound, and when he looked around, he saw a few strange-looking spiritual bodies gently licking his wound.

"I was only entrusted to deal with some members of the 'Rose School', and I was not in danger."

Taking a deep breath, seeing that Mr. Ards didn't ask him why he was resurrected or why he drove the messenger to fight for no reason, Klein suddenly felt as if he was back in Tingen's time.

"'Rose School'..." Azik stroked the wind-blown folds of his suit, his face solemn.

"They are dangerous. Although I don't remember all my memories, I still vaguely remember that this sect believes in a very powerful and evil deity, and you should not be involved in this kind of danger."

While speaking, he unconsciously used a slightly reprimanding tone.

Some beards were already growing on his lips, and Klein Nuonuo, who was no longer bookish, nodded, accepted the teacher's education humbly, and then explained:

"I encountered some dangers before, that friend helped me a lot, because of some accidents, she saw my real appearance, but she chose to keep it a secret, so I... "

Azik under the withered willow tree waved his hand, and the expression on his bronzed face was still a little dignified.

"Have you been in danger before?"

"Did that one not appoint an angel to protect you?"

Azik swept behind Klein, carefully examining the nearby spiritual world and reality, frowning deeper.

According to his recovered memory, both Ambrosius and Edmund Jason should be able to handle such a thing with ease.

Klein, whose body was no longer burning, opened his mouth and suddenly felt a guilty conscience.

"He mentioned it, but I refused."

Azik, who was still thinking about why the angel under the "God of Mysteries" left his post without authorization, was stunned for a moment, and shook his head as if talking to himself.

"It's your choice to refuse, and that's not bad."

As he spoke, the expression on his bronzed face suddenly softened, as if remembering something, a smile evoked.

"By the way, you just said that you were commissioned by a friend. What sequence is she in?"

Hmm... Klein, who suddenly felt a sense of sight, opened his mouth again and almost stuttered.

"Wraith."

Sure enough, Azik frowned again imperceptibly.

However, considering that the student was probably resurrected from the dead because of the arrangement of the "God of Mystery", and then left Tingen and came to Backlund, he still kept a faint smile and nodded in agreement.

"Since it is to avoid the pursuit of the 'Rose Sect', it should be a member of the 'Temperance Sect'."

"But if you encounter such danger in the future, you can tell me through the messenger at any time, maybe my opinion can help you."

"Yes, Mr. Azik." Klein pursed his lips and nodded quickly, his right hand unconsciously clenching the cane in his palm.

Ards, who was wearing a dark blue suit, paced slowly and looked in the direction of scattered lights, his eyes seemed to penetrate the physical distance.

He stared into the distance, turned his back to Klein and reminded:

"Heart of Machines is investigating the battlefield where you were just now, and they should be carrying sealed items for divination."

Hearing the teacher's calm tone, Klein lowered his head in a guilty conscience.

"But don't worry, the aura on your body is enough to cut off most of the divinations that exist in the world." Azik turned around and stared at Klein's almost recovered wound. The spirit creature was instantly driven back to the underworld.

"But I still recommend that you take good care of the wound tomorrow. What I did just now can only ensure that you will not get infected for no reason. You need enough rest now."

"Yes, Mr. Azik." Klein nodded again, not daring to look directly at Mr. Azik, and decisively kept the matter of assassinating Cappin with Louis Evans the day after tomorrow in his heart.

It seemed that he could see that he still had something on his mind, but Azik, who had always respected the students' own wishes since he was still a teacher, didn't say more, but walked to Klein's side, his arms hanging in the air.

"You may encounter official Beyonders and police nearby when you go back from here. Do you need help?"

Klein looked at Azik's outstretched arm. Although he felt a little awkward, after careful consideration, he responded:

"Then trouble you."

After all, he took Azik's arm.

The "Death Consul" who received the student's response no longer hesitated. The surrounding colors were suddenly distorted. The red was redder, the yellow was more yellow, and the white was whiter. The illusory spiritual world color block occupied Klein's field of vision. , the two stood in the corresponding spiritual world area.

Azik, who looked in front of him, dispelled the wandering spirit creatures nearby, and his voice was low.

"where do you live?"

Klein, who was still curiously observing the nearby supernatural beings, turned his head slightly in a panic, UU reading www.uukanshu. com whispered:

"Chorwood district, 17 Minsk Street."

I don't know if it was an illusion, when he heard the Chowood District, the "Death Consul" seemed to have a flash of relief in his eyes.

He slightly recognized the direction of the spiritual world, which lost the concept of up, down, left, and right, and then a cold and invisible wind pushed the two of them, moving for about thirty seconds, and stopped on a dark brown color block.

Before Klein could react, the weirdness around him disappeared, replaced by the living room and sofa that he was familiar with.

This is Minsk Street 17.

Probably seeing the interior of this house, Ards nodded and said in a calm voice:

"I will still stay in Backlund recently, and 0-08 is still chasing me. Although it should not notice you today through the breath of that person, the vacancy that suddenly appears in its perspective may still be cause unnecessary trouble."

"I'm not fit to stay near you for too long."

But I've already been targeted by 0-08... Klein, who listened to the teacher's concern, pouted sadly in his heart, but in reality he was still calm and nodded respectfully to Azik .

"Thank you for reminding."

After explaining the last thing, Azik, who did not want to disturb the rest of the students, sank into the spiritual world again. Only Klein was left alone in the living room where only the crimson moonlight illuminated part of the floor.

All the tension was finally removed. Klein, who was holding the human-skin mask in his hand, felt the exhaustion that kept pouring into his brain, staggered a few steps, and fell back on the sofa.

His diffuse focus reflected the peaceful interior of the room, and after a few breaths, he didn't even change his clothes and fell asleep on the sofa.

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