Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Above the Hall of Gray Fog, Klein swept the Beyonder characteristics and books scattered in front of him into the pile of junk behind him, and a deep red flashed back to reality.

The characteristics of the "Rose School" all contain a strong mental imprint. If it is made into a sealed artifact, the negative effects should be very difficult... That sealed artifact is also an uncertain product that points to a mysterious existence, but biological The toxin bottle can only affect creatures with flesh. If it is against undead creatures or pure spirit creatures, it is almost useless...

Although there is no way to control the specific release of the toxin, my spiritual body state can just avoid its negative effects, so I can try it when I act today.

Klein felt the soreness in his right arm, glanced over the part where some pink tender flesh had grown, and dressed neatly.

After Sharon and Maric left yesterday, he did not check his harvest immediately, but waited until after dinner to determine the action time and final plan together with Dunn, who came to inquire about the situation.

Snapped!

The flamboyant golden pocket watch was opened, and Klein, who had been dressed neatly, watched the second hand move. After a few seconds, there was a knock on the door at the entrance, and the detective Louis Yinwensi came to visit on time.

"We're leaving Chorwood when the sun goes down."

Klein opened the door, habitually turned around and walked back, but saw that Louis Yinwensi was stunned for a while, and his eyes swept over him for two seconds before returning to his senses.

"You recovered quickly."

"It's all about the pathway characteristics. In the mid-sequence, there will always be some shortcomings in the past." Klein prevaricates the partner, took out a set of black gloves from his trouser pocket, and put on his hands.

After doing all this, he roughly checked his spare double-breasted coat and the walking stick on the side in front of Dunn, and after putting the "attachment" revolver into the gun pocket, he took a seat and confronted Dunn. See.

"Sorry, it may be too late to prepare tea."

With his fingers pinched on the gold-wire glasses on the bridge of his nose, Dunn carefully examined the unfamiliar mature face on the opposite side. After being silent for a while, he slowly put his hands back on his knees.

"It's ok."

He shook his head slightly tangled, and then took out a neatly folded document from his coat, because he was obviously still thinking about other issues, and he didn't even notice that he had brought out an extra slap. Photo.

"This is the information I collected yesterday about several Beyonders under Kapin, and their recent deployment."

After being promoted to "Requiem Master", he can use "darkness" to sneak into the dream more secretly, and he can even extract memories from it without attracting limited attention.

Dunn put the document on the table, then caught a glimpse of the very conspicuous photo, and moved his palm as calmly as possible to cover the photo.

He looked up and happened to meet Klein's strange gaze.

All of this is like a coincidence. Although the ability of the "Requiem Master" is not known for its powerful physical control ability, how could a mid-sequence Beyonder make such a mistake.

The only reason that can be used to explain is that Dunn has already vaguely guessed the resurrection of his former colleague, so that he accidentally lost his temper just now, which is undoubtedly reasonable.

Dunn's dark red eyes after disguise sank for a while, without making any extra explanation, he slowly retracted the photo and put it on his chest again.

If I read it correctly, it seems to be Miss Daly, and it looks like a life photo... Klein, who tried to control his expression, twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, picked up the document, and blocked it in front of his face.

Although he shouldn't interfere in other people's private lives, he can't forget the captain's revelation to Miss Daly before his death. Although rationally, Louis Yinwensi's background and age are indeed suitable, but this does not convince Ke The reason for coming.

"There are only four Beyonders, two of them are in the middle sequence, how do you judge this?"

Klein noticed the most important part of the upper part of the document and turned his attention.

With a slightly embarrassed expression on his face, Deng En coughed, "I understand the low-sequence ability of the "Arbiter" pathway. After investigating the number of Beyonders around Kapin, I went to the warehouse in the East District."

"The 'Sheriff' named Parker and his other Sequence Eight are in charge of the warehouse that has just been opened. It is not difficult to confirm their level."

Dunn paused for a moment, his voice still mellow, "But he seems to have mastered a Sealed Artifact, but I'm just worried that I'll startle the snake. I didn't directly go into my dreams to search for deeper information."

A very direct method. In the face of simple low-sequence and ordinary people, "Dream Demon"'s dreaming is indeed one of the most efficient methods for intelligence collection... Klein, who feels nostalgic, thinks about what he is responsible for. Cappin Mansion, looking at the floor plan with only a rough outline, recalled the map near the luxurious house in his mind, and nodded lightly.

Dunn stared at Klein, whose expression became more serious as he thought, and then unconsciously glanced at his injured left arm, unable to hide the concern in his tone.

"Actually, we can exchange targets. You go to attack the warehouse."

Seeing that Klein did not refute the first time, he hurriedly continued:

"The connection between Cappin and the Eastside warehouse is not particularly close. We can actually take out the Cappin's house first, and then..."

"No, it's safer to do it at the same time. We can't be sure that the other party has no other help." Klein nodded coldly, "And I have some other abilities that can deal with the two Extraordinary next to Kapin. By."

Looking at Klein's disguised light blue eyes, Dunn nodded numbly and looked out the window sideways.

"it's dark."

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

Backlund Chorwood District, eight o'clock in the evening.

The thick clouds covered the crimson of the soft moonlight in the mid-air. Tonight, there are a lot of stars, dotted with diamonds in the night sky like a black swan curtain. With the yellow smoke that could not go back, Backlund rarely had a clean night.

The waterfowl on the river was searching, and there were not many lights in the warehouse built on the river. Only at the front entrance was there an exaggerated wooden fence, and the top was covered with iron wire, twisted into thorns and thorns.

Next to the erected torches, a bearded man whose age could not be discerned was surrounded by several middle-aged men of different heights. Everyone carried a gun, which was clearly placed around his waist. Very arrogant, he was wiping a gray-white complex machine gun.

The rifle was thick and long, and was connected to a huge mechanical box of the same color through a pipeline.

Several strong men dressed as gangsters gathered together, and the men who only carried guns obviously pleased the whiskers in the middle, and were racking their brains with color jokes to amuse the adult.

In the darkness not far away, Dunn, who was wearing a bone ring on the fingers of his left hand, and his body dissolved in shadows, ignored these men, his eyes moved slowly, and through the ubiquitous darkness of the night, he looked into the warehouse and deeper the place.

In front of the entrance to the cellar in the warehouse, another old-fashioned man was boredly reading a serious novel. The light source hanging above his head was a relatively retro gas lamp, swaying.

In the cellar, twisted souls were crying for help, numb souls were trembling, and dead souls were curled up in dark corners, touching the heart of the "Requiem Master".

The eyes of Dunn, whose eyes were getting darker and darker, curled into a smile, and accompanied by the ethereal singing, the dreamy colors covered the beard who was satisfied with the subordinate's flattery. Han, the dead souls from Tingen here welcome them into their dreams.

......

In the splendid hall, Kapin was sitting around a large dining table with a man in good spirits with a classic hair ornament and a woman with a few old scars on his face, with only various dishes left in front of him. leftovers, and unfinished wine.

They were waiting for the last dessert, ten minutes before dinner was over.

......

In the Backlund Bridge area, a low-cost hotel closer to the West End.

Klein, who had made a certain disguise, looked at the altar that had just been set up in front of him, raised his arms, and held the ceremony.

"I!"

"I call in my name!"

"The fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who is in charge of good luck."

The ritual candle that symbolized "The Fool" skyrocketed in an instant, and the escaping gray mist enveloped Klein's spiritual body and directly ascended above the spiritual world.

In the palace like a giant's palace, Klein didn't have time to think about it carefully. He reached out his hand in accordance with the plan he had made in reality, and a few items stored in the junk pile flew into Klein's body. .

The dark and twisted shadow turned into a hazy robe, which was attached to the robe by the cold wind distorted by the breath of fate. The undead breath contained in the copper whistle of Azik gave this strange spirit body a pale fire.

Klein, who was not too different from the last time he acted, glanced at the table without hesitation. The "Card of Blasphemy" with the "Dark Emperor" painted on it was instantly contained in the spirit body, and the majestic pitch-black armor replaced it. The emptiness under the robe, the crown of thorns and the visor covered his face, leaving only two pale flames that were more conspicuous.

The power of the high-ranking figure suppressed the appearance of Mr. A's badge, merged with the breath of the destiny spell, and suddenly broke through the outer layer of dark robes. Looking from a distance, at this time in the gray fog palace, there seemed to be a man standing from afar. The return of history, although a little dilapidated, but still the majesty of the emperor.

It's a pity that I can't use the weapon Sherlock Moriarty has with this image... Klein shook his head, picked up the biotoxin bottle on the side, and then responded to his own summoning ritual, with a strange appearance. The spiritual body was instantly inhaled by the door of arrival, and shuttled to the corresponding reality.

The peculiarly-shaped emperor just glanced at it, and the illusory figure quickly swept away, dived into the ground, and flew to the direction of the Kapin residence.

Either the spirit body was sneaking, or the flames were jumping, and it didn't take long for Klein to come to the Ayres street in Chorwood District, where Kapin was located.

After arriving at the destination, he did not dare to delay, showed his spiritual body a little, slowly floated to the artificial fountain, passed the guards who were patrolling back and forth, and kept climbing to a high altitude, level with the second floor.

Under the cover of the "Card of Blasphemy" personality, he ignored the vigilance rituals and anti-divination measures that the house should have existed, and directly invaded the thick wall next to the restaurant on the second floor.

"Fairy Wood"

Klein, wearing a jet-black crown, majestic armor and a broken cloak, stood in the wall, observing from perspective that Kapin, who had finished dinner and was waiting for Heras to taste and play dessert, adjusted for a few seconds, as if The substantial body silently took a step to the right.

In the gorgeous hall with gold as the main tone, huge crystal chandeliers quietly hung down. Katie, who was dressed more like a pirate than a bounty hunter, leaned her feet on a long long table covered with white tablecloths, smoking a cigar with satisfaction.

Klein, who was hiding in the wall, moved slowly with a body that seemed like a substance, and finally came to the entrance of the golden hall, which was also the only ventilated place. His hands wrapped in black armor held a brown reagent bottle, gently. Put it next to the door and open the bottle cap.

When he flew up to the second floor, he paid special attention to the position of the servant.

Most of those servants were standing at the bottom of the stairs connecting the second floor to the first floor. Klein deliberately used the layout to make sure that if he hadn't heard Kapin's bell, they would not disturb this man's temper when he didn't hear the bell. Not a great employer. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Only in this way can Klein dare to use the biological toxin bottle with confidence, without worrying about accidentally hurting innocent people.

"Mr. Heras, there is your favorite type today."

Seeing that the middle-aged gentleman wearing a white-haired cap ate almost the dessert on the plate, the chubby Kapin, who was only 1.65 meters tall, flattered and handed the napkin, and tried with a smile.

Heras, who was full of food, glanced at the head of the human trade. Although he despised such "black gloves" in his heart, considering the taste of the other party, he still served him very comfortably. He calmly took the napkin and wiped it. mouth.

"Come to my room."

Capin smiled again.

He took the used napkin, put it away, turned his head with a smile, and looked at Katie, who was sitting in an indulgent and rude manner across from him, her smile froze a bit, and she deliberately used an embarrassing expression. Tone:

"Ms. Katie, hehe, you know that my subordinates are not very smart, and they made a little joke today."

He watched the other's face nervously, rubbing his hands slightly.

Heras, who was beside him, was attracted by his words, and gave him a little attention, frowning slightly, while Katie, who was sitting presumptuously, just smiled wildly.

"What's wrong?"

Kapin laughed even more greasy, "They caught the wrong person today, they got a man back..."

Before the words fell, the rough female laughter occupied the entire restaurant. Klein, who was hiding in the wall, listened to these words, his face was calm, as if he was staring at a group of dead people.

He slowly raised his right hand, and the "substitute" covering the front of the armor's right hand shone slightly with white light.

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Self-study tonight, set it up!

Sorry, I will kneel down for everyone!