Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

On a piece of charred grass, the pungent smell of sulfur has not dissipated for a long time, and the glass house next to the luxury villa is left in ruins. The steel frame structure melted by the high temperature fireball and rapidly solidified looks like a clumsy sight from a distance. The wax figure collapsed into a pile because of a mistake.

The emergency dispatched on behalf of the punisher raised the alert nearby. A rough man with an anchor tattoo on his neck held an illusory water polo. The gorgeous water curtain tightly covered the entire luxury villa, and the illusory brilliance emanated from the sealed object. Distorting the sight of the outside world, from the outside, everything is as usual here. Inside the expensive glass house, the delicate roses are still showing their bodies without reservation.

"So you didn't catch the murderer in the end?"

Wearing a black soft hat, the old man with extremely serious silver eyes glared at the young man whose blond hair was no longer neat, and the black dress was tattered. Lightning flashed on his body.

Although Duke Negan successfully blew the conch calling "Singer of God" in the end, he still failed to save his life. The cursed claws of "Demon" mercilessly pierced his throat, not because of his status as a duke And hesitate half a minute.

This identity, which had brought him countless honors and privileges from birth, finally showed Pallas Negan justice before his death.

"I'm sorry, that 'devil' is the 'Apostle of Desire' of Sequence Five. My ability is limited and I couldn't keep him."

"But these corpses seem to be blood-worshipping believers."

The blond secretary stared at the demigod in front of him without fear, his light-colored eyes were flat and unwavering, not shaken at all by the Duke's death and the piles of corpses in front of him.

"Limited ability?" The gray-haired "Singer of God" snorted.

Almost substantive anger was brewing in the eyes of this demigod, but considering various reasons, he could only restrain his anger, spirituality surged throughout his body, and thunder broke the clear sky.

"Your limited ability will cause huge losses to the kingdom..."

"It's time to pray to the Lord now, boy, pray that you won't be sent to court-martial by your boss."

The sky was flickering with silver and white, and the lead gray was thick. The "Singer of God" stared at the direction in which the night and the Church of Steam were busy, and evoked a wry smile.

......

"Talim Dumont..."

Klein looked at the nameplate attached to the envelope, looked at the slightly curly hair and flesh, and closed his eyes in pain.

Why wasn't MI9's efficiency so high when they fought against foreign spies before... Couldn't they go wrong and lose these flesh and blood as they did when they dealt with Intis spies?

Klein put away the envelope with a bit of resentment, and put it together with Miss Sharon's letter.

After doing all this, he put on his half-height silk hat again, picked up his cane and walked out the door.

Although Prince Edsack's butler had hinted that the church might blow away their informants at any time, Klein was more willing to investigate the sewers and fight against the "ancient demons" than the existence of the prince's backside.

And Prince Edsack, or the existence behind him, since he wanted me to investigate the "devil", why did the butler deliberately emphasize that us temporary informants would be kicked out of the investigation team?

Klein couldn't understand this kind of contradiction, but he knew one thing very well. Staying under the protection of the church's actions and under the eyes of the demigods is the safest choice for now.

Riding the public carriage all the way back to the West Vilas Field, Klein had just stepped off the carriage when he saw that the number of police officers and official Beyonders near the police station doubled, and there were even a lot of punishers mixed in among them.

If he hadn't found out that the punishers had no intention of questioning him at all, he might have turned around and returned immediately.

The Punisher is not like the guardian of the goddess and the **** of steam, who has good intentions towards the wild Beyonders. If any unlucky person falls into their hands, the only thing that awaits him is a dark underground cell, or a happy death sentence.

Klein, who was trying his best to reduce his sense of existence, walked around, taking advantage of the "Clown"'s memory to avoid the punishers crowded in the hall, and took a detour to the temporary room assigned to his group.

"There is good news and bad news, which do you want to hear?"

Seeing Klein walk into the room and stroke his hair, Leonard, who made his black hair even messier, smiled reluctantly.

"Listen to the bad first."

Klein glanced at Louis Evans' reaction, and found that the mysterious detective was also full of sorrow.

"Bad... Forget it, let's talk about the good first." Leonard sighed, "You will soon be able to get out of the action without facing the 'ancient demon'."

"What about the bad ones?" Klein looked at the stiff smile of his classmates, and asked even more suspiciously.

"Bad news... Duke Negan was killed by a 'devil' just now. It was done by a blood cult."

what!

Klein suddenly froze in place, looked at Louis Evans in disbelief, but got the same answer on the other's face.

Duke Negan, Qilingus' previous target, Ruen's biggest real power duke died?

Isn't he protected by a demigod?

Although a long time has passed, Klein still clearly remembers the duke who was unsuccessfully attempted to assassinate by Qilingus.

Seeing his surprised reaction, Leonard, who smiled bitterly, pulled out a document and roughly read the official statement given by the punisher.

"But isn't the Blood Worship Cult being hunted down by the 'Ancient Demon'?" Klein frowned, trying to sort out the logic, "Where did they have the spare energy to assassinate Duke Negan?"

"Who knows?"

Leonard, who had been smiling bitterly, shook his head indifferently, his deep green eyes staring at the document in his hand.

"If we can guess what the 'devil' is thinking, it's probably not far from getting out of control."

"Perhaps the worst possibility is that the 'ancient demon' is just a pretext deliberately thrown by the Blood Worship Cult, and all of us have been deceived."

Leonard put the envelope away, put on the pair of bright red gloves again, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"But this chance is very small. Captain Sost's team has already dealt with a few 'ancient demons', and the cross-shaped structure of the suspected lair has also been checked for nearly one-third, but... I don't know yet. Know when the church will take you out of action."

"Duke Negan died, and the punisher has ample reasons to intervene in the investigation. They...especially His Excellency the Singer of God, don't like wild Beyonders very much."

From a selfish point of view, Leonard certainly does not want the two unidentified detectives to leave the operation before he confirms their true identities, but from a rational point of view, clearing all suspicious persons before large-scale operations may be the most reasonable choice at the moment.

"Anyway, before the specific order is given, we still have a few sewers that we haven't checked." He hooked his black hair behind his ears and fluttered at the corners of Leonard's clothes in a trench coat.

He imitated the sword of the goddess and raised a part of his neckline, and said backwards:

"Let's go, our work isn't over yet."

......

In the pitch-black sewer, the spiritual body blurred the few light sources, and wisps of bright red retreated under the cover of singing.

In the Red Gloves team, the leader of the highest sequence, Sost, opened his arms and embraced his arms. The soft outline of his facial features was distorted and ferocious due to spiritual overdraft. The "Soul Master" cooperated with the harpy around the "Necromancer", a poem of restful sleep. It covered the entire sewer with less impact, making the living depressed and the dead excited.

"Everyone takes 1-42 as the center, keep the formation and retreat!"

While Daly drank another bottle of potion, he temporarily summoned several spiritual bodies from the spiritual world to fill the vacancy. Sost finally took the opportunity to shout to the subordinates behind him, resisting the constant squirming muscles on both sides of his waist. The severe pain caused, he squatted and turned sideways, and punched the "ancient demon" who was trying to tear his neck.

Daly's hunch was correct. When they dealt with the last "ancient demon" and were still worried about the delay in discovering the "demon"'s lair, a huge number of "ancient demons" would be in the next second. Led by an exaggerated leader with a horned crown, he rushed forward.

But strangely, or fortunately, that aura was the most terrifying, and the leader "Demon", whose whole body was covered in black mist, didn't seem to have any plans to end the game in person.

Although his subordinates had already lost more than half of the 1-42, with the cooperation of two Sequence Sixes, the Sealed Artifact cursed by the ancient gods, he still stood high at the top of the sewer, ignoring the fanatical "ancient demon" They went one after another, consuming the Nighthawks with their bodies and lives.

His purpose is not to destroy us, not even to guard the lair... Seeing the three "devils" with their limbs tensed in the thick smoke, the orange red on their long necks, the spiritual alarm is irresistible in Sost's mind. Screaming, forcing the "Requiem Master" to roar, his dry voice reciting out-of-tune poems.

From the corner of Soest's corner of the light, he glanced at Daly, and saw a turquoise reflection on her beautiful and youthful cheeks after she took off her exaggerated makeup. It seemed that something would break out in the next second.

"We walk on the dark avenue, with our hearts on the long-term future..."

"Without the dim pointer slowly erasing the memory, only the crimson curtain hangs forever..."

His purpose is...pleasure...after racking his brains, Sost, who got an unreasonable answer, collapsed, followed by an unresolved anger.

This psalm, which originally praised the goddess's guardian, was endowed with blasphemous anger. The original tranquility deteriorated with the signs of loss of control emerging from the "Requiem Master", and was almost twisted into a vicious screeching, which attacked with substantial waves. On the opposite side, the poisonous flames in the "Devil"'s throat were interrupted.

Soest!

The turquoise on her cheeks was fleeting, and Dai Li, who had regained clarity in her eyes, looked at her companion beside her in disbelief. In the darkness of lack of light, the familiar soft profile seemed to be gradually overlapping with someone in her memory.

She touched her waist subconsciously, her fingers trembling slightly, but she was extremely firm.

It was a potion that could enhance the psychic abilities of the "Gravedigger" path Extraordinary, but the side effect was that everyone was terrified and out of control.

Boom!

The dazzling silver-white exploded from the body of the "devil", and the cracked shards of light ripped apart the nearby filth. Behind Daly and Soest, the armor covered with monster blood red staggered, clumsily waving the dawn lightsaber, The same hoarse voice came out of it.

"Captain, Ms. Daly, David has informed the Archbishop!"

"Albert?" Sost shook his swollen head, and was stunned for a second before he could distinguish the owner of the voice.

He swept behind him distractedly, only to see the armor standing beside a rough excavated dirt pit, using his body to block a man with a naked upper body lying outside the pit behind him.

This is obviously because Albert just replaced the 1-42 taken off by another teammate by himself, and that teammate has lost the ability to move, which means that the thin man named Albert in the armor did not have it for a while. Ability to remove armor before 1-42 side effects occur.

His life has entered the countdown to the last three minutes.

asshole!

Soster's eyes were wet and blurred. He looked at Daly with some guilt, and stabbed his chest with both hands. The abnormally sharp fingers ripped open his muscles, almost touching his heart.

At the same time, the corners of Daly's mouth on the other side were also upturned, a little bitter and a little excited. She looked at the dark heaven floating in the hallucination, pulled the cap of the metal test tube, and pressed it against her lips.

The knight in silver armor raised his sharp blade and pointed at the "devil" with his sword and sword; the muscles on the waist of the "Requiem Master" were swollen, and it seemed that he would turn into a beast in the next second; Their dull faces looked at the "necromancer" with a shallow smile, as if waiting for a new companion to join.

The "ancient demon" who was guarding the ceiling ignored all this, frowning slightly on the soft face with the characteristics of the southern continent.

His rock-like solid body was suddenly transparent, turned into a spirit state and disappeared without a trace, but the fanatical "devil" under his feet did not know that the leader had disappeared.

"Peace."

A mellow voice suddenly appeared, as if pressing the stop button for the battlefield that was about to explode.

For a time, whether it was a crazy "devil" or a night watchman who decided to abandon his life, he unconsciously felt calm, and the manic spirituality in his body instantly extinguished.

On the blank space where the two sides were confronting, an old man in a black and red robe appeared out of nowhere. His face was clean, he had no beard, and his deep and dark eyes stared at the "devils" who had been deprived of their thinking. Just looking at it is enough to interpret the word fear.

The deep eyes were suddenly dyed black, and the indescribable fear instantly occupied the dull eyes of the "devils"~www.readwn.com~ These beings who are best at mastering emotions screamed shrill screams, indulging in dreams and inescapable In the depths of their fears, they lost their dignity in front of each individual's different demons, and even briefly broke their brainwashing by the "Abyss King".

boom!

Flowers of blood mixed with pale yellow and milky white burst open, the purple-black skin that belongs to the "demon" fades, and the headless corpse can more or less distinguish the common mystery of "blood worship" believers Learn pattern tattoos.

Anthony Stevenson pressed his palm down, and the signs of loss of control on Daly and Soest disappeared in an instant, and the two regained their senses.

Several spiritual bodies with unclear specific shapes drilled out from the surface, covering the surface of the silver-white armor. Against the dark red blood that seemed to be boiling, the warmth of the simulated water flow pulled a yellowish-haired man out of the armor. .

"Exit this area and go meet with the other squads." Anthony instructed Soest.

The somewhat dazed "Requiem Master" nodded slightly in a daze, floated up two teammates and walked back, and after taking a few steps, he couldn't help but stop.

"His Excellency the Archbishop, the 'devil' just now..."

Anthony glanced at Daly, who was pale, and closed his dark and deep eyes gently.

"It was a 'puppet' with a very complicated breath."

"Perhaps Snake is right, the event has exceeded our expectations."

Ace Snake, the Singer of God?

Did something else happen just now?

Sost looked at Daly, and saw surprise in the other's eyes as well.