Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Beside the torches erected at the door of the warehouse, the bearded man watched with satisfaction at these unspeakable Gaoyuan people who complimented him abruptly. From time to time, a word or two of vulgarity came out, and he didn't notice that in the shadow beside him, there was a tall gentleman. Watching yourself silently.

In the dream world, the dark clouds floating in the sky were even darker, covering the red moon in the middle. Instead, the surrounding stars were shining brightly, stubbornly exuding a little white light, breaking the interference of the haze.

Dunn, who has mastered the "Soul Requiem Master" ability, hid in the darkness of the dream, constantly comforting the gangster and the Beyonder in front of him. With his hairline receding, his deep gray eyes twinkled slightly. Light.

In reality, several illusory silk threads silently climbed up the necks of these men, wrapping around them like poisonous snakes, with the sharp tops touching the aorta.

Dunn ignored the few people who had their heads lowered and fell into a deep sleep, and walked leisurely past the heavily guarded mouth. Under the shadow curtain, it was difficult for other gangsters patrolling in the distance to see the specific situation here, even if they were suspicious, Based on the extravagant power of the Extraordinary who continues to accept the flattery of others in his beautiful dream, he will give up the idea of ​​going forward to check.

However, although he had controlled the gang at the door of the warehouse, Dunn did not take their lives.

Just now, and when he was investigating intelligence before, Dunn discovered that these people had been planted with more sensitive laws in their bodies. If they died or told the secrets that were blocked by the laws, the "judge" who was in charge of monitoring and their accomplices , you will be aware of the accident as soon as possible, causing unnecessary trouble.

There is also a "sheriff" inside the warehouse... In front of the warehouse gate, Dunn's footsteps stopped abruptly, and the long black trench coat hanging down to the side of his trousers was slowly swayed by the night breeze.

Although the "sheriff" lacks strong attacking ability, in the opponent's "jurisdiction", the corresponding ability will be enhanced to a certain extent, even if the middle sequence is good at hiding itself, there is a tendency to be discovered.

Silently took off the white bone ring on his left middle finger, the illusory murmur gradually disappeared, Dunn rubbed his forehead that was swollen by the negative effect, and the darkness spread all over his body instantly, which was accidentally generated by the ashes of Saint Selina and the aura of gray fog. The ability of , has been out of the scope of the general sequence.

Invisible darkness penetrated through the half-closed warehouse door, linking the corners of the warehouse with most of the parts that were not illuminated by gas lamps.

"Requiem Master"'s eyes were tightly closed, and in the parasitic "darkness" vision, the middle-aged man of about 1.7 meters, with an honest appearance, was reading a serious novel, and beside him, only From time to time, the two gangsters who were bored and wandering took out the cigarettes in their pockets and put them back with a sigh.

Underneath the warehouse deeper, dozens of shadowy shadows were curled up and snuggled together, only five or six big men gathered at the exit to the ground.

If it was in Tingen, I should let Klein divination danger first, and then hypnotize the Beyonder and other gangsters with Leonard respectively... The corner of the mouth of the "Requiem Master" with his eyes closed twitched. With a wry smile, the manipulated "Darkness" swam along the ground to several moving targets on the warehouse floor without hesitation.

"Crimson Hope..." Dunn hummed his most commonly used religious poem, his mellow voice penetrated the heavy warehouse door, and the "sheriff" who was reading slammed his head up, his vigilant eyes Before he could open his eyes wide, under the influence of poetry, he staggered and dozed off.

No, someone... The honest-faced Parker struggled to bite his left hand, and then a moment of clarity in exchange for the pain, decisively touched his waist.

Beneath the dark blue coat, an odd snuff bottle was fastened to his belt by a silver chain.

He was too late to contact Heras, the most powerful among them, so he could only activate the Sealed Artifact he had just obtained recently and take a gamble.

Dark purple smoke gushed out of the snuff bottle, and an illusory spirit body without eyes and nose circled blankly in the air through the purple smoke, and then looked behind the hidden door.

"Ah, what a beautiful voice..." The strange spirit with a shrill voice snorted, and Parker, who was holding the snuff bottle, was obviously a little sluggish.

The dark purple smoke continued to fill, and Parker, who was constantly squeezing his energy, scolded:

"Shit, interrupt that 'Midnight Poet'!"

The spirit body condensed by the purple smoke gave an exaggerated salute, "Respected name, Mr. Parker, who likes children."

The spirit body with only one mouth made a circle in the air, and then slammed towards the door, dragging a thorn and laughing wildly, hitting Dunn who suddenly opened his eyes.

With the spiritual warning in his head, Dunn opened his hands unhurriedly, and the singing continued, changing from low to intense.

The dormant darkness raised his head in an instant. Outside the warehouse, the illusory threads that bound several gangsters and the bearded man pierced into the large arteries, and blood spurted out.

The gangster who was influenced by the song fell to the ground, clutching his neck in pain. Parker, who was no longer tortured by drowsiness, swept around in a panic for a week. In his spiritual vision, two beast-like spiritual bodies were lying low on the two of them. , biting their necks tightly.

Damn it!

Parker, who was quite depressed, sounded the alarm in the passageway behind him, pulled out his gun in one hand, and swayed at Dunn, who had walked out from behind the door.

The spirit body condensed by the dark purple smoke was repelled by the singing just now, screaming to avoid the weird silk thread that emanated from the "darkness", and Dunn, who used the shadow to mold his face, stared indifferently at the black hole in Parker's hand, Suddenly, he blinked his eyes mischievously, and pointed to the direction behind the other party.

Is he provoking me?

As the negative effects subsided, Parker suddenly felt relieved, but the other party's mocking smile still made him feel a little wrong. With a coldness behind him, he swallowed and looked over.

The slender female corpse with the shattered head was clinging to his back, and the hands that rotted and exposed the bones almost wrapped around his waist.

The headless female corpse saw that Parker turned her head sideways, her broken neck raised timidly, and a harsh voice came out.

"Sir, I want to have a baby with you~"

"Ah!" Without continuing to provide spirituality for the snuff bottle, Parker screamed and jumped out of the female corpse's arms with his hands waving. The revolver in his hand pointed at the approaching corpse, and emptied the magazine with the fastest speed in his life.

After a mess of gunshots, the female corpse finally collapsed to the ground. The panting Parker wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his gun-wielding right hand, and subconsciously looked at the warehouse door again, only to find that the man just now was no longer there.

No, not the "midnight poet", but the "dream demon" of the Church of the Evernight... With years of experience, Parker was familiar with stuffing the bullet into the revolver and shot himself in the leg without hesitation.

boom!

In reality, the drooping Parker opened his eyes, and his drowsy brain slowly looked at the warmth on his body.

The viscous liquid soaked his shirt, dyeing the not-so-clean linen a deep red. Dunn, who was holding a snuff bottle, stood behind him and withdrew the muzzle of the gun on the other's waist.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little more free after my dreams than my colleagues."

boom!

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

Wearing a crown of thorns on his head, the spirit body that looks like a ruined emperor raised his right hand. Klein, who had begun to control the thread of the spirit body, calculated the time when the biotoxin bottle broke out. The left hand with several tarot cards between his three fingers was likened to The gun type, aiming at Kapin, the weakest of the targets.

To be honest, Klein wouldn't mind waiting a little longer if he could rely on the biotoxin bottle to wipe out the three people on the dining table in one go.

But it's already eight o'clock in the evening, and Heras, the highest-ranking of the three, has also finished his dessert, and they certainly won't stay in the restaurant again when there is "entertainment" after the meal.

The Beyonders in the middle sequence have a certain resistance to toxins. If they waited for the ordinary person like Kapin to show an abnormality first, they would definitely be alert and then exit the restaurant... Klein sighed softly, the lips behind the visor There was a "bang" sound.

The invisible bullet shot out like lightning, and Heras, who was wiping the corner of his mouth, stabbed in the brain, and subconsciously waved his right hand.

"Strict damage here!"

The invisible barrier instantly covered him and Kapin, who was closest to him, and the air bullets hit the barrier without even shaking it.

"There is an enemy attack!"

Heras, who was wearing a white-haired hood, dragged Kapin behind him, and at the same time, Katie pushed hard, overturning the dining table with many leftovers, and the gold-studded tableware and food and wine were all over the place.

She held the revolver that she didn't know when to turn it back, and the blind shot was only able to attack the flying wall, and the black short whip clenched in the other hand skillfully threw a whip.

Silently turned on his spiritual vision, and Heras, whose eyes were narrowed into slits, glanced at the empty wall, and saw a strange spirit body covered by a twisted shadow and covered in majestic armor with a worn-out cloak, looking down at him, only meeting the opponent's eye socket. The floating pale flames looked at each other and felt a coldness.

"Death" is still a high-level sequence... The absurd thought only existed in his mind for a moment and was abandoned. After a short period of time, Heras returned to his usual majesty, and his right arm was cut out like a sharp sword.

"captivity!"

The surrounding air suddenly tightened, and together with the original wall, it turned into a cage, and the strange spirit body was placed in the amber prison like a worm.

The transparent wall imprisoned the limbs of the spirit body. Katie, who was holding the revolver, had a serious expression on her face, her fingers twitched quickly, and three bullets covered with strange patterns instantly penetrated the twisted shadow and black armor.

The golden flame ignited from the chest of the black spirit body, and the pale flame under the crown of thorns suddenly flashed, and the original real figure instantly turned into a rough cut paper figure, allowing himself to be swallowed by the golden flame, and quickly turned into a All grey.

Snapped!

The crisp sound of metal friction came from all directions, and the dark figure flashed among the sixteen elegant gas wall lamps illuminating the dining room. The originally weak flame exploded in an instant, breaking through the delicate glass, and dyeing the entire hall a dazzling red. , according to the three Heras can not open their eyes.

Three tarot cards pierced out of the darkness and pierced deeply into the ground. After the burst of fire, the sixteen lights were scrapped together, and the burning fireplace also lost its light, and darkness quickly enveloped the dining room.

Squeak.

The door of the restaurant that had been opened was eerily closed automatically, and Heras, who was shivering behind him, watched all this calmly, and his arm that was raised beside him trembled.

Although it was certain that the strange spirit body was definitely not a high-order sequence, what happened passively just now made him dare not block the room, even if they had the upper hand.

But after a moment of hesitation, Heras said in a low voice again in ancient Hermes:

"Shut up!"

"This place is strictly hidden!"

Invisible restrictions shrouded from around him, shrouded the entire restaurant, and during the process of spreading through the transparent walls, the spirits hiding in the darkness were like fireflies at night. in human eyes.

Klein, who raised his right hand, just glanced at it, and a flame instantly rose from the carpet and enveloped him.

Thanks to the upstart-style decoration of Cappin, the carpets laid throughout the restaurant can now act as a medium for flames to travel, saving the trouble of arranging matches.

One after another, the flames circled around Heras and several others. Katie, who was proficient in the ability of "The Interrogator", had golden light in her eyes. The revolver in her hand kept spitting flames, but she always focused only on Klein after jumping. Fire, waste of ammo.

She counted the interval of each jump silently, and kept moving her feet, avoiding the cards that were shot out of the flames. Kapin kept screaming in a low voice, hitting the cards that the cards were trying to get close to onto the floor.

Heras, who was also constantly observing, cast a keen look, and his low voice sounded again.

"obstacle!"

On the charred carpet, the flame suddenly stopped, and the dark figure in the bright flame became much more obvious.

The long-awaited Katie's mouth curled into a cruel smile, and the golden light in her eyes was even brighter.

"Mental piercing!"

The pitch-black figure staggered and withdrew from the flames. Haras and Katie, who had identified the target, raised their right hands together.

"discipline!"

boom!

The low ancient Hermes language sounded at the same time as the gunshot, and Qi Qi pointed to the dark figure.

His brain was tingling, but he was affected by the babbling before ascending the gray fog, and he often exercised himself. With rich experience, Klein quickly regained consciousness and poured his spirituality into the spell of destiny. Shadows suddenly distorted.

Bullets and invisible punishment penetrated the armor, but only broke a rough paper figure.

Before Katie could scold, the tarot cards scattered around her feet suddenly ignited, and an arm covered with dense armor flashed from the depths of the arm, and pale flames flickered under the strange spirit visor.

Before the golden light in her eyes flickered again, a heavy weight struck, and the female Beyonder suddenly felt a buzzing sound in her mind, as if being hit by a hammer.

Klein, who released the scream at zero distance, did not hesitate. His free left hand was likened to a gun. With a loud "bang", several air bullets also pierced into the "Interrogator"'s body.

"exile!"

Heras, who walked away from the front of Kapin, drank, and Klein, whose half body was still shrouded in flames, slid the soles of his feet and was pushed out by invisible force.

In mid-air, enduring the pain in his brain, Klein snapped his fingers, keeping his right hand still, his body was engulfed by flames again, and he also took the opportunity to throw a few tarot cards from his body and threw them into the darkness. Full-bodied Kapin right rear.

Heras, whose eyes narrowed slightly, snorted, and a stream of air immediately burst out from him, rushing away the few cards, sweeping them into the distance, only the three cards that were inserted into the ground at the beginning were still standing in Kapin. nearby.

Snapped!

In the darkness, the marked figure just appeared, and a crisp sound resounded from his left hand again. Several bright fire currents rose from all directions irregularly, and Kapin, who was approaching Heras in a panic, suddenly retched. The blood color instantly engulfed his eyes, his fingers tore his collar with force, and his smooth trimmed nails scratched shocking blood marks on his neck.

Biotoxin vial works!

A strong feeling of vomiting hit his throat, Heras resisted the abnormality of his body, and after he was hurriedly guarding his side, he looked at Katie, who had been attacked and groaned on the carpet just now.

The face with scars was distorted, and the "Interrogator" dressed in neutral opened his eyes in pain. The wound that had just been blasted by air bullets quickly festered, and the infection and spread were visible to the naked eye. The sound gradually disappeared.

Under the action of the biological toxin bottle, a Beyonder who was not seriously injured actually died!

so unlucky!

Heras, who was constantly restraining his urge to vomit, saw the tragic death of his companion. He no longer insisted, and quickly took out an iron-black metal glove from his waist. Pull up suddenly.

"Release the lockdown!"

"Strictly shuttle here!"

"Ghosts and Wraiths are forbidden here!"

"Flying objects are prohibited here!"

The four laws quickly moved out. Under the stronger force than before, the invisible wall blocking the restaurant disappeared instantly. Klein, who had been hiding in the flames, could only forcefully stimulate his spirituality and stop at the last shuttle.

Prancing flames surged from the tarot card deeply pierced into the ground, moving the illusory armor on his body. Klein put down the right hand that he had been raising, ignoring the middle-aged gentleman in front of him, his voice deliberately hoarse.

"You shouldn't rush to issue laws."

With a dignified expression, Heras was not interested in listening to the other party. He waved his right palm wearing a black glove and shouted angrily:

"discipline!"

The invisible long whip fell high ~www.readwn.com~ The scorching pain and fiery heat condensed on the whip, and it seemed that in the next second, the spiritualized Klein would be completely dispelled.

A great spiritual warning came out in his mind. The back of Klein's hand flashed white light, his fingers moved slightly, and the terrifying long whip changed direction in the air, wrapped in an exaggerated airflow, and suddenly opened the floor beside Klein's feet. .

Hehehe... He couldn't hold back the urge to vomit in his throat. Helas, who only felt that his mind and body were stagnant, suddenly felt a surge of despair, and his spirituality kept pouring into the metal glove on his right hand. , hoping that the terrifying negative effect of that sealed artifact could save his life.

The pale flames flickered behind the visor, and Klein, whose voice was deliberately hoarse, was wary of the opponent's resistance. The five fingers wearing the "substitute" contracted forcefully, and at the same time he picked up a table knife from his feet.

He gestured the length of the knife, placed it on Heras' neck, and sighed:

"I said, you shouldn't issue laws at will."

"If I could still make air bullets, you might be able to die a little easier."

The pale flame in his eyes was icy cold without any temperature, and the dull knife that had not been strengthened with "Paper into a Soldier" squeezed hard into Heras' neck with the force of his wrist.

Klein wriggled a few times expressionlessly, and when he saw that the gentleman with the white hair cap finally showed his satisfied expression, he suddenly pulled out.

The icy airflow penetrated into his chest, and the middle-aged gentleman who was enjoying the food just now fell straight back. His round eyes couldn't even stare at the dark spiritual body in front of him.

"why?"

This was his last question.

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