Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Unlike Backlund, Tingen, Pritzker Port and other cities in the Northern Continent, the colonists who planned to squeeze every bit of resources on the colonized islands would of course not distribute the extra high-level resources such as gas and gas to the indigenous people. The sparse street lamps are sleeping in the dark. If you look closely, you will find that these so-called street lamps are just candlesticks covered with glass, pitifully imitating the creations of the civilized world.

Soult was walking on the dark streets, the crimson flames were faithfully suspended beside the demigod, and the warm flames expelled the cold and the danger hidden in the shadows.

While advancing, Soult suddenly stopped, taking advantage of his height to bring the entire mist in front of him into his eyes.

Within the range of his gaze, the hot waves of fire rolled silently, and the already thin mist boiled, revealing black shadows and making a dry hoarse scream.

Surt suddenly straightened his palm, and the burning flame was divided into four strands like life, and while dealing with the rest of the shadows, he rolled up a burning spherical object and brought it back to Surt's hands.

"Brain?"

Surte looked at the head that lost the body in his hands, but still connected the esophagus to the spine, and tutted unsteadily.

He somewhat regretted sending his subordinates and cannon fodder away.

Different from the high-level paths of "divine" and "thief", the ability of "hunter" is more inclined to frontal combat, and is not good at using clones to deceive opponents.

Of course, they also have their own methods. Starting from the "War Bishop", the "Hunter" commander has absolute control over his subordinates, and the operation of gathering and dispersing power is as simple as drinking water.

The subordinates controlled by their spiritual network are the best cannon fodder for every general, and it is common for them to lower their power to drive their subordinates to explore unknown dangers.

But at this time, whether it was for the sake of concealment or to exclude more uncertain factors, Soult could only face these dangers with his own body.

With his five fingers folded slightly, Soult easily crushed the head in his palm, and the surface of the skin was instantly covered with cold light, which looked like a steel sculpture from a distance.

The "Bishop of War", who had completely ironed himself, no longer stumbled, and the flames rose under his feet. The whole person seemed to be integrated with the surrounding flames, and he quickly penetrated into the town surrounded by mist in front of him.

He ignored the streets and alleys slumbering in the darkness, and stared straight at the only light in the building complex. The flames around him suddenly rioted, rushing forward like a flood and beasts, clearing all obstacles for the master.

But as the damp and gloomy mist became thicker and thicker, the demigod found that even if he steeled his body in advance, he would inevitably have a physiological reaction that should not have occurred.

His wrinkled eyes squinted irritatingly, shedding light tears, blurring his vision for a while.

Surt, who sensed the danger, immediately slowed down, and the flames under his feet were linked to the crimson ocean waves, forming a closed crimson fireball end to end, tightly wrapping himself.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that the flames beside him had long since disappeared, replaced by the collapsed ruins that seemed to have been plowed through by artillery fire, and the sky was no longer dark. Although the gloomy clouds were still dense, the warm sunlight always occupied the sky. silhouette, comforting the traveler.

At this moment, Soult finally saw the bodies whose shriveled heads were missing. They were hanging neatly on the lush banyan trees growing strangely in the ruins. They had lost all moisture, and their skin was dry and cracked, showing a cement-like dark gray. .

The powerful gravitational force grabbed the "War Bishop"'s neck without warning, as if a pair of invisible hands were constantly exerting force.

Surt's pupils shrank to the extreme, and he no longer maintained the ironization of his body. The flames spread all over his body, and even the whole person turned into a part of the flames, turned into pure elements.

But even so, he couldn't get rid of the huge gravitational attraction at his neck, and the invisible flame at the head was gradually separating from the more crimson below.

Just when the gravitational force was about to separate the demigod's corpse, Surt suddenly reassembled his human form and looked calmly under the banyan tree.

The dream shattered silently, and Surt stood intact in the mist, surrounded by a sea of ​​fire that was burning aimlessly without instructions.

"Looks like you've figured out the danger here?"

He looked at the direction where the banyan tree was originally growing, and a lady with long chestnut hair was standing there with a bad expression on her face.

Bernadette, who did not carry any zero-level sealed artifact, nodded, suppressed the disgust in her eyes, and said reluctantly:

"In order to fulfill my promise, I lost a very rare spirit servant."

"Heh, if you can really find that 'weather warlock' characteristic, what are those?" Surte blinked, and turned to expand the warning range of the flame, and the red ocean wave even touched Bernadette for a time.

He looked at the telegraph office with the lights on at the door, and seemed to be calculating how much effort it would take to destroy the building with one blow.

"But Your Highness..." Sirte's eyes remained on the closed wooden door of the telegraph office, his tone gradually became unkind, "I have also met the 'weather warlock' of the Sauron family, the real marshal. "

"Although you may not feel comfortable hearing the word "visit", after all, that His Royal Highness revealed some irrelevant news to me, I always have to maintain the lowest respect for him."

Soult's eyes narrowed to a slit, and there was danger in his eyes looking at Bernadette.

"In the trivia that His Highness revealed to me, it was never said that the 'weather warlock' had the ability to smash people's heads off."

Under Sirte's question, Bernadette's expression remained unchanged.

"Maybe this is the danger of Bansi."

After looking at it carefully for a while, Sirte suddenly shrugged, and the danger that he had just exuded disappeared in an instant.

"Okay, you're right, who asked you to be Her Royal Highness."

He pouted in the direction of the telegraph office.

"Since you have discovered the danger, have you tried to open that door?"

Bernadette slightly turned her body to the side, glanced at the wooden door that was smashed by the wind, and her blue eyes seemed to be covered with fog.

"That's the danger."

She strengthened her spiritual transmission, and her nerves were stretched to the limit.

After approaching the telegraph office, she had never set foot in the building for even a centimeter. The scenes in the dream constructed with the help of esoteric techniques were also rough imitations based on Medici's description.

If the Red Angel hadn't lied, then that unremarkable wooden door was the switch that opened the pollution.

But pollution often doesn't leak from just one channel. If Soult caught the pollution behind the door before he died, the deal between me and Medici would be... Bernadette looked back and found Sue Erte was looking at himself with a playful expression, and the scorching fire wave had doubled in size from just now.

"His Royal Highness..." Surt wrapped his hands around his hands, tapped his upper arms with his fingers in a disorderly manner, and smiled, "You are no longer the little girl you used to be, do you know whether this scale of pollution will not Are you isolated by the mere spirit servants?"

"If you really touched that door, how come your head is still on your neck?"

......

In the middle of the altar on the top of the mountain, a shriveled figure in a robe was being mercilessly swallowed up by the flames. The red-haired youth stood in front of the corpse, letting the storm blow and howl.

Around the altar, dozens of corpses were scattered in a mess. Even if the wind was blowing, they were clinging to the ground. The red blood under their bodies gathered into a sea, and strangely converged towards the only standing figure on the altar.

Medici, whose figure gradually solidified, lowered his head and looked at the corpse that did not contain any moisture, and looked at the face that was seven or eight similar to himself, his eyes were uncertain.

"His Royal Highness Red Angel."

The starlight briefly illuminated the top of the mountain where Eternal Night reigns. Tristan kneeled respectfully under the altar. Even Evelyn, who was inseparable from him, seemed to have been touched by some deep memories imprinted in her soul, and slowly lowered her body. .

The young-looking "ancient scholar" stared at the disappearing blood on the ground and sent his sincere blessings.

"Congratulations to His Highness for getting rid of the curse of the 'Upostor' Tudor and returning to the light of the Creator."

"Freedom, shine?" The red angel snorted, her red eyes showing no emotion.

"It's just the undead that are about to dissipate. How can there be any freedom, and what qualifications are there to enjoy the Lord's shining?"

He turned to look at the two demigods kneeling on the ground, and raised his eyebrows.

"Is there no one under 'Mystery'? Why send a little guy like you who has never heard of it?"

Tristan lowered his head lower, his voice low.

"I was promoted to a demigod by the Lord's favor after the battle of the Four Emperors. Before that, I had only been fortunate enough to witness the redness of the war under your command once. Naturally, you will not know it."

Medici raised a faint interest, but showed no mercy at all.

"That's really the little guy."

"What did the 'God of Mysteries' explain?"

Tristan finally raised his head and looked up at the heroic figure of the Red Angel with unstoppable enthusiasm in his eyes.

"The Lord hopes that you can return to the side of the Creator, just like the glorious era of spreading the wrath of the Creator and acting as His swordsman, based on the price that the betrayers deserve."

"That's why the Lord ordered me to help you take back your authority, and ordered me, who is the temporary head of the Backlund Diocese of the Aurora Society, to help you receive the power of your followers faster."

Medici silently listened to the words from the bottom of his heart, unmoved.

He was silent for a long time, his eyes moved from the corpse under his feet to the distant town, and finally he looked at the giant dragon in the depths of the spiritual world that was about to merge with flames and poisonous snakes, and shook his head.

"I still have a covenant that I haven't fulfilled. After all this is done, I will return to the Lord's side by myself, and I don't have to worry about you and your Lord."

After saying all this, He was relieved as if he had gotten rid of some heavy burden.

The flame devoured his body, and before disappearing, Medici raised his signature smile and hooked his hand.

"But since you're here, just follow the long-term experience, and don't look like you haven't seen the world."

......

The mist on the street was getting thicker and thicker, and Surte, who noticed that the spiritual link with his subordinates was cut off, did not change his expression and continued to put pressure on Bernadette.

"If you really have the sincerity to complete the agreement between us, you might as well knock on the door yourself. Anyway, Your Majesty has left you a lot of legacy. I think it is enough to deal with the pollution behind the door."

Legacy?

Bernadette's face was sullen, and she raised her palm to meet Sirte's disgusting stinky face.

"It looks like you're going to turn your back on me completely?"

"Are you sure you want to mess with me here?"

Soult raised his eyebrows slightly, his body suddenly burst into flames, letting go of the last bit of false restraint.

Watching the sea of ​​​​fire approaching in the air, Bernadette's outstretched palm drooped down again, the mood in the blue eyes changed and changed, and finally caught the air aside in Surte's playful gaze.

The door formed by the gust of wind roared open, Bernadette looked at this old man who had served both sides from the Sauron Dynasty and served the government of three dynasties, and unabashedly spit out his disgust.

"Ambitioners, speculators, duplicitous bastards, you are the root cause of all corruption in the empire."

"Surter, the way you keep calling me Your Highness will only make me sick."

Surteha laughed and said incredulously:

"My princess, you have been a demigod for so many years, why do you still think like this, like a little girl?"

"Even if I am a speculator, a careerist, and the cornerstone of the empire's establishment, you don't really think that our great majesty is so pure and pure, right?"

"You put all the collapse of the empire on us, isn't it really that the little girl is playing with her temper?"

"You must know what you scolded just now, but your Majesty didn't pull a single one!"

Bernadette ignored Sirte's sarcasm, instead, like a little girl, she recklessly grabbed a pale mask from the wind and put it on her face.

Soult looked at the soft face with his eyes closed, and cursed inwardly, the flames under his feet instantly soared, and he held him up at full speed and fell backwards.

But even so, he still did not escape the capture of the wind of the underworld, and the flames around him inevitably weakened, like a candle in the wind.

The uninhabited streets were stained with gray and white, and Sirte retreated with all his strength. Another strong smoke came from out of nowhere, blocking his back path and sealing him in this dead zone.

The absolute suppression from the personality once again weakened the flames around Surte, and the brilliant sea of ​​flames was only the size of a pond for a while.

"It's a good scolding!" The red angel who walked out of the flames whistled at Bernadette indifferently, with a beating smile on his face, "He is indeed right, what you said just now is too small girl."

"Little princess, you don't have to be so lazy even if you're acting. I think you've grown up a bit."

Bernadette, who was hiding behind the pale mask, snorted, UU reading www. When uukanshu.com saw the appearance of the Red Angel, he no longer insisted, struggling to tear the soft face off his face. The bloodless face didn't look any better than Soult.

The Red Angel didn't say more, leaving Bernadette with a stubborn face, and the figure appeared again in a blur, ignoring the flames and walking to Surte's side.

He glanced up and down, the demigod whose face was weak but not actually weakened much, and looked up at the sky with a disdainful smile.

"Don't you want to know what the pollution behind the door is?"

"Open your eyes and take a look."

The giant dragon that lost its horns hissed and roared, pouring out the pain it had suffered, its wings torn by the flames swept across the ground, and the Foehn wind concentrated in extremely high temperature instantly set the town on fire.

Medici endured torment from the depths of his soul, and the red flags between his eyebrows burned red.

But even so, his face was not twisted at all, instead he was eager to try and opened his arms.

"This is the 'weather warlock'."

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Sorry for being a little late today.

I didn't mean to let Bernadette say those childish words, it's just that after so many years of Roselle's death, from the original book, it seems that old-fashioned demigods like the King of the Five Seas still treat her as a child, and Bell Nadette herself still maintains the childishness and stubbornness of a little girl, as well as unrealistic fantasies, so she wants to let her vent before Sirte, who has been teasing her with a joke attitude.

However, this chapter has not been written yet, and the experience and grasp of the characters are still too far behind. I'm sorry.

Finally, I asked for a recommendation and a monthly pass, and got rid of it!