Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"You want to leave?"

Antigonus squinted his eyes, and there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

"Of course, you can leave at any time."

"So how do I leave?"

Antigonus twitched the stubby wolf hair on his cheeks, with a faint smile on the corners of his mouth:

"Why should I tell you? You've trapped me here for so long."

Phew... Klein took a deep breath, overlooking the fog-shrouded town below, saying word by word:

"If I'm not mistaken, even if you're trapped here 'secret', it can still affect you."

"And you can't take action against that uniqueness and sequence-one characteristics, otherwise why don't you avenge her yourself?"

The cunning in Antigonus' eyes dimmed.

She looked at Klein and slowly put down her hand, a dangerous light flashing in her eyes.

But Klein didn't seem to be aware of the danger, and continued to talk to himself.

"So you can only pin your hopes on others, I'm in a bad mood right now, let me go out and fight against 'Mystery', even if it can't cause any harm to her, it's a comforting thing for you, isn't it? ?"

Taking a deep look at Klein, Antigonus sneered suddenly, and reached out to touch the air beside him.

"Are all of you people in the old world so eloquent?"

"But there is one thing you said wrong, no matter what, I am still her angel."

The pale palm didn't drag anything out this time, but Klein's spiritual warning screamed frantically. He could feel that in the moment just now, something had changed in the son of the ancient god.

Antigonus' whole body darkened a few degrees, and the angel covered his face with an illusory silver-white mask glanced at Klein, turned and walked towards the church.

"Come on, I'll help you go back."

......

Gudong, Gudong...

On the surface of a light green lake, the bubbles that emerged one after another broke the tranquility of the lake, which was as flawless as emeralds, and the boiling spirituality continued to overflow, wantonly indicating that something was about to wake up.

As the bubbles increased again, the endless thin gray mist gushed out from the bottom of the lake, evaporated quickly after leaving the lake surface, and disappeared without a trace.

The huge amount of gray fog steam was transformed into a pulling force close to the physical level under the spiritual transformation, dragging a dark gray cocoon and floating to the surface together.

Wow... The water flow set off by the gray cocoon kept surging outwards, smashing the green background of the lake, and capturing this magnificent color over and over again, two bursts from different places but strangely along the way The beating of heartbeats in the same rhythm slowly broke the peace.

The crystal coffin beside the lake became restless for no reason. On the surface of the gray cocoon, cracks ripped apart the bondage, as if the cocoon was broken and reborn.

The world was subverted by invisible forces, and the picture turned black and white. From the illusory perspective, several illusory threads connecting the ice coffin and the cocoon moved, pulling the cracks on the surface of the cocoon to be broken by countless wriggling insects.

These mysterious patterns on the surface are complicated, and the worms with bright starlight squirm wildly, and stick to two thin sheets under the combination of external forces, forcibly tearing apart the cracks that bound him.

The translucent worm body condensed in the corner of the starry sky melted and turned into bones and bones. The sub-healthy white skin covered the mysterious patterns scattered with madness. The cracks on the surface of the worm cocoon became bigger and bigger, until it was enough for the Mohu figure to walk out of it.

Finally, the naked man walked out of the shelter where he had been sleeping for three hundred years. The crystal coffin placed by the lake burst as if cheering, and a long-haired figure in an asymmetrical coat slowly stood up.

"The Ronin from Douluo"

The wet blond hair hangs down on the sides, the light blue eyes quickly escape the confusion, and look slightly hurriedly to the side.

Tristan finally felt the long-lost peace when he saw that figure just standing there, staring at him with her beautiful green eyes.

He stretched out his hand to touch the face that made him think about it, but a second before touching it, he still wanted to get it back like an electric shock.

The new "Ancient Scholar" quickly adjusted his breathing and glanced at the mausoleum in the dark environment. Starlight instantly lit up his body, and his skin wriggled and spat out a black trench coat that conformed to the aesthetics of the current era.

Steam engines, telegrams, trains... Tristan recalled everything he had seen during the high-speed "travel" just now, the corners of his mouth slowly raised a smile, and he looked at the only corridor in front of him with a faint glow.

"Come on, Yin Fulin, we've been out of touch for too long."

He held the lady with a dull expression slightly in fear, and his hands finally stopped shaking. The mausoleum in front of him overturned and disappeared, replaced by a bustling street, and said the words that were late for many years.

"Honey, how about we go have a cup of tea?"

......

Inside the church, Klein, who walked in with Antigonus through the wall, admired the decoration inside the church, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Within the range of his sight, there were half-hanging figures one after another, covering the ceiling of the entire church.

All human beings, all ages, all kinds of human beings!

Seeing some figures in classical robes, brown jackets, gorgeous dresses, and tattered clothes that looked like beggars, Klein was greatly shocked—what kind of church is this, it’s like a museum, a special A museum that collects human specimens!

"Are all of our 'diversified' high-sequence so perverted?"

Klein's scalp was numb, and he tried to calm the corners of his twitching mouth, but no matter how hard he tried, his body was still faithfully feeding back the fear that a human being should have, so he could only give up.

Antigonus looked around, his eyes wandering.

"Perhaps, this should be from the top of the sequence, some vulgarity left by the earliest one."

She coughed lightly, then patted Klein and looked away.

"After 'Mystery' left the shell of the mythical creature that contained the uniqueness - you can think of her as being out of control, this is how it became here."

"She will instinctively hunt all the Beyonders of this pathway who want to get close, and it will become like this over time."

Having said that, Antigonus wanted to cover up, and decisively threw the black pot to Zarath.

"But I think it's probably also influenced by the little mouse of the Secret Order. After all, the people hanging here are basically members of the Secret Order."

Speaking of Zaratul, Klein instinctively recalled the group of hugging worms that shaped the lake, and his back was cold.

He wasn't a fool. As soon as he regained his thinking, he probably figured out who shot him when he fell to the ground, and who indirectly broke his dream of being able to go home.

But he still had doubts at the moment.

"Why are you okay with me?"

It is said that a mythical creature with uniqueness should be enough to suppress all subordinates in this pathway, even angels.

Antigonus glanced at him.

"The attraction here is not as strong as you think. The real danger is the palace of the main peak of Hornakis. There is a high incidence of accidents. As for here..."

"As long as you can control your spiritual body line, there will be no big problem."

In other words, in a sense, it communicates with Hornakis Mountain?

Klein nodded knowingly, then turned on his spiritual vision and observed the church dotted with corpses.

At a glance, he saw that those dense figures still exuded the normal color of aura, but they were more rigid.

"They're not dead yet?"

Hearing Klein's question, Antigonus gave a wicked smile.

"Not dead? It's just fixed at the last moment before death. After all, the biggest meaning of 'Puppet' is to confuse people. If a Puppet can be seen by people with spiritual vision, then manipulate them. What's the use?"

Immediately afterwards, Antigonus moved his fingers, and the corpse suspended by the spiritual body thread in mid-air split into two strands and scattered to both sides, revealing the dark altar that was covered by them.

"That's where I usually sleep, and it's the only exit here."

The angel still needs to keep sleeping... Klein irresponsibly guessed whether Antigonus usually sleeps in a human form or a devil wolf, and soon this instinctive rant was filled with depression in his heart. The emotions were suppressed, so I had to keep up with the pace, and walked into the altar with the look down from the swaying figure above my head.

Beside the pitch-black altar, a stone-carved statue caught his eye.

He looked at the face of the statue that was indistinguishable from the "Mother of Heaven", or rather Fran Amani, and then looked at Antigonus, whose vision was briefly blurred, and there was a flash of enlightenment in his eyes.

Ugh......

"Have you seen the obsidian inlaid on the wall behind the statue?" Antigonus quickly returned to normal, pointing to a wall engraved with short and simple symbols, and pursed his lips.

"That's where you left off."

"I can send you on your way now."

She looked at Klein playfully, only to find that the Faceless Man ignored her trash talk, and instead looked back at the corpse that was hung up in the air.

"There is an old saying in my country, you have to leave, won't you give something?"

Why haven't I heard of it... Antigonus frowned, watching the corners of Klein's mouth rise slightly, and couldn't help laughing.

"Of course," she took up Klein's nonsense without a teacher, and pointed to her chest, "If you promise me to go out and fly the ashes of the 'mysterious', I will give myself another share now. The Sequence Two feature is for you."

"How about you, think about it."

"Change another one. In a sense, it's my ashes." Klein didn't jump into the trap, and he took the next step.

"I was in the smog in the East District, uh...before I met your sister, I lost most of the equipment on my body, although it is impossible to find some trouble for 'Mystery' immediately after I go out, but I will always go made."

Klein raised one eyebrow and abandoned his face.

"But if I really want to cause him some trouble, I must be promoted to a higher sequence."

He said this from the bottom of his heart. Although he could no longer go home, his motivation to support his promotion was greatly reduced, but considering the dangers that may appear everywhere, he must be responsible for his own safety.

And at least half of the words about promotion are serious.

"Hahahahaha..." Antigonus was amused by Klein's pretending to be serious, and he couldn't stop clapping his hands.

"Very good! You have already experienced the most essential part of 'Divinator'."

She moved her fingers slightly, looked around with some wicked interest, and tickled it lightly. A figure mixed in the corpse flew over, and the thread of the spiritual body broke, and the man with the torn clothes fell on the ground It was smashed into the most primitive pure characteristics by the huge power.

The jet-black colloidal "gem" belonging to the "Apostle of Desire" was entangled with the mist that appeared out of thin air. Antigonus glanced at Klein and dragged out a familiar long object.

She looked up and down and said to herself:

"This is your previous weapon? It's too uninnovative."

The mist began to wriggle, and after a while, the stretched and twisted gelatin and the mist mixed together into a brand-new black cane. From a distance, the outer layer seemed to be covered with a layer of shadow, sticky but thick. illusory.

"You should know how to use it." Antigonus handed the gift to Klein with a smile in his eyes.

Klein tentatively took the cane, digested the information that rushed into his mind, and couldn't help being a little surprised.

He shook the stick gently, and the chain blade attached to the flame rose up, but in turn, driven by spirituality, it turned into a delicately constructed meat saw, followed by a straight-edged long knife, a round shield, and a sickle. ......

The shadow on the surface of the "cane" floated rapidly, constantly changing the most basic form of the weapon.

Antigonus looked with satisfaction at the weapons he made based on several game references in Zhou Mingrui's memory, with an uncontrollable pride in his tone.

"Its negative effect is to magnify the original impulses and negative emotions in your heart, and it will also be my eyes. If you turn your back on what you just said one day, you have to be careful whether you will be in the Eaten by it in battle."

"Trust me, I do what I say."

Klein nodded slightly, admiring his new weapon, and suddenly said a word.

"So you can contact the outside world, can I also recite your honorable name at the right time?"

The complacency on Antigonus' face froze. She looked at the "Faceless Man" who was making "rapid progress" in the traditional arts of "Divinator" with some surprise, and said with a strange expression:

"No, this is the limit of what I can do."

Immediately afterwards, she quickly opened the obsidian on the wall, quickly outlined the "Night" logo, and instilled spirituality to open the channel.

"Okay, you can leave now, remember my agreement with you."

"Okay..." I don't know if it was an illusion, but there was a bit of disappointment in Klein's tone.

He restored the weapon to the shape of a cane, turned and walked towards the passage. At the moment when he turned his back and Antigonus couldn't see it, his eyes that were still in high spirits suddenly turned cold and ashes.

"Thank you for the gift."

The next moment, the figure of the Faceless Man finally disappeared from the church, and there was only one living creature left in the town.

The embarrassment on Antigonus' face also slowly disappeared. She looked at the place where Klein disappeared, tentatively stretched out her hand, and pressed against the invisible barrier between herself and the passage, the corners of her mouth twitched. Self-deprecating smile.

Before walking back to the altar, she swept away her previous disrespect and knelt down on one knee. The "Night" symbol on the altar was twisted and restored to "The Fool" composed of childless eyes and twisted threads.

"Lord, the great 'God of Mysteries', I have completed your imperial order and let Zhou Mingrui know part of the truth..."