Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

The crimson dragon roared in the sky, surrounded by flames, like a sun that was about to fall, trying to leave its last light and heat behind.

Looking at the scorching fireball that illuminated the center of the storm, Bernadette groaned and closed her eyes.

Even though she has never opened her "eyes of peeping" since she entered this island, she clearly "sees" the mysterious symbols densely covered on the surface of the sun and entangled in the core of the fireball.

It was a chaotic and mixed state of mythical creatures, whose personalities were far more than angels, and they were not simply the "weather warlocks" claimed by Medici.

Feeling the call from the soul, Surt, who was fascinated by the fact that the Red Angel was beside him, couldn't stop the flames rising from his body, fighting against the mist, as if he might soar into the sky at any time.

But after all, he is a demigod who has spent a long time, and his reason can still resist the powerful cohesion between Beyonder characteristics, so that he will not be completely blinded and give himself to the dying mythical creature in the sky as a salary for life extension firewood.

"What's the matter, don't you dare to fight for what you want right in front of your eyes?" Medici smiled happily, but there was not much smile in his eyes, but a faint hint of seriousness.

"Your Highness, the great angel, why don't you take that characteristic away yourself."

Soult did not give in at all because of the difference in strength. Instead, the flames around him burned more vigorously, and the luster of steel burned red under the raging flames.

He didn't know the name of this mysterious angel, nor did he understand where a "Hunter" angel appeared now that most of the "Hunter" pathway angels' characteristics were clearly located, and he also reached an agreement with Bernadette. some degree of union.

But as a "conspirator" and a senior high-ranking person, he is very clear that this kind of alliance is often a duckweed on the water. As long as there is a little wave, the originally stable connection can be overturned in an instant.

And in a place like this, there may be contamination related to the "Hunter" pathway behind that door, even an angel who is in good condition will not easily do it, not to mention the one next to me doesn't look healthy... .. Soult weighed a little, opened his mouth, and just wanted to propose something, he saw Medici looked at himself with a playful look, and stretched his palm to the "weather warlock" who was struggling in the sky.

The flag and flag between his eyebrows were marked with blood, and even the giant dragon, which had completely turned into a pure flame, was gradually dyed crimson, which was indistinguishable from the color of the flag.

The connection between spirituality was cut off in an instant, Bernadette looked at the red angel in amazement, and the palm holding the pale mask couldn't help but move a little closer to her face.

Soult can betray himself, but what about Medici, the top "conspirator"?

"Don't you think your little thought is ridiculous?" Medici kneaded his forehead, it seemed that the vision just now had a big impact on him.

"Although I think I'm an antique, how come the education outside is still so poor in the past so many years? Can't the 'hunters' find qualified teachers to teach themselves?"

"Even if there is no teacher, there are always a few relatives who are willing to help the younger generation?"

Soult, who was screaming at the spiritual warning, turned into a flaming spear in an instant, and was about to throw himself towards the coast and further away.

But the blazing white spear fell off before it flew far, revealing the human form in it. Medici tough and domineering included Surt into his spiritual network, instantly depriving the demigod of his dominance over the flames. The astonishingly large sea of ​​fire suddenly turned into water, turning into abstract scorching tentacles that bound their master.

Looking at the skin that no longer shone with metallic luster, Medici ignored the distance and grabbed Surt's head. The powerful cohesive force suddenly rose, and he pulled out the Beyonder characteristics from Surt's body little by little.

As the pure crimson light spots were extracted from Soult's body one by one, the demigod who appeared to be in his 60s but had bright eyes soon was no longer favored by the years, and he was as old as an ordinary person. As he went on, more wrinkles and folds occupied his skin, and the dull age spots completely destroyed his youthful handsomeness. His usual sharp red eyes were covered with a layer of fog, and the pupils contracted due to pain also slowly enlarged. ,diffusion.

Bernadette witnessed Medici's deprivation of her characteristics, and her figure became more realistic. The pale mask in her palm almost stuck to her chin, ready to reawaken this sealed artifact that was sleeping with great consciousness.

Finally, all the light spots were integrated into Medici's body. He still opened up without any remorse. Surt, who was almost no different from a corpse, was quite happy to see Bernadette, who was so frightened. smiled.

"Don't look at me like that, wasn't the original plan to kill him?"

"But you never told me that there really is a 'weather warlock' trait hidden here." Bernadette waited, feeling a little annoyed that he followed Medici's suggestion when he landed.

If she hadn't locked Sauron and Einhorn's spirit body and magic lamp into the depths of the treasure house, she could have used a safer method to fight against the Red Angel, instead of risking the possibility of being transformed by "pale death" at any time The risk of becoming a necromancer is in this confrontation.

"Little princess, you never asked me?" Medici raised his eyebrows as he looked at the giant dragon in the sky that had begun to collapse.

"And I'm not completely sure that after so many years, Bansi really retains this feature. I thought that the slippery octopus had already let his angel level the island and stole it. my reserve."

"It's your omission, isn't it?" Medici spread his hands, but his face still had the embarrassing smile on his face.

Bernadette still put down the mask in her hand and turned to look at the sky.

"What are you going to do with that thing?"

Medici shook his hair eagerly, with a light tone.

"Although He will die without worrying about it, this movement is enough to attract attention. Rather than letting others take advantage of the loopholes, I prefer to pay a little price to get it into my own hands."

Saying that, the red angel in red was suddenly dyed blazing white, and like Sirte just now, turned into a spear and charged into the sky, and plunged straight into the flame dragon head.

"The 'Fool' who does not belong to this era..."

Reintroduced into a human form, Medici, who was holding the head of the giant dragon like a bullfighter, muttered a word, and a large amount of gray and white suddenly poured out of his body, which was not yet fully solidified, against the flag imprint of the increasingly darker color and a faint tendency to spread.

Above the infinite heights, the deity sitting on the main seat of the magnificent palace looked down at the world, indifferently watching the red angel who was fighting with the symbol of disaster, a trace of displeasure crossed the corner of his eyes.

Although He knew that the descendants of Medici were led by the only remaining angel to Bansi after the ancestors fell, he never thought that the angel had already been polluted and penetrated by the city of disasters hidden in the depths of Bansi, and turned into an angel. A mythical creature on the brink of struggle and destruction.

Back then, when Kvassituen held the uniqueness of "Red Priest", there was no problem. When was it... "Mystery" frowned, his palms turned over violently, and there was endless gray around him. The fog also boiled, and even disturbed the blue-black light gate in the depths of the sea of ​​fog, which seemed to be eternal.

This gray-white expansion encompassed the dragon and the Medici, and the mist all over the center of the island also trembled, so crazy that it flowed to the door of the telegraph office. Bernadette, who was standing at the intersection, was sluggish in his thoughts. The shrill screams from the telegraph office were faintly captured.

I don't know how long it took before the "spiritual person" with his eyes closed felt that the spiritual warning had calmed down a little, and a hand with flesh and blood patted his shoulder lightly.

Bernadette opened her eyes tentatively, only to see that the "sun" in the sky had already fallen, the storm had re-occupied the sky, and the pale red angel with a corpse face was holding a blood-stained bone sword, and there was a moment.

Medici let out a heck and put away the bone sword.

"Although you overfulfilled the agreement, I will only give you the original reward."

"Of course not here. If I guess correctly, the angel of the storm should be coming soon."

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

Boom!

The storm surrounding the island was even more manic, and even the center of the island had an additional black wind, completely covering the town.

Danitz looked at the exaggerated vision less than one kilometer away from him, and regardless of the danger, he grabbed Gehrman's arm tightly.

"Where are we going now?"

Roaring through the wind, Klein looked at Danitz's mouth before he understood what he was talking about.

He thought about it for a while, then his cold eyes swept towards the pier.

"Come around from the coastline and get back to the boat."

"Go back to the boat?" Danitz was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it carefully, he didn't think it was impossible.

With Gehrman's strength, it's not that there is no chance to annihilate the "hunters" who escaped just now, and a person with such powerful strength who carries a strange Sealed Artifact with him must have a more mysterious organization behind him, but he just doesn't know it. Are you familiar with those.

As the storm whistled, the not-so-long queue moved slowly again, moving towards the direction where the ship was docked.

I don't know if it has something to do with the weird storm in the center of the island. Klein didn't encounter the headless monster he saw halfway up the mountain. The corpse seemed to have been drained of blood and had been dead for a long time. Only the extraordinary characteristics that had just emerged could prove that the bishop's true death time was not far away.

After this short interlude, the advancing team finally saw the pier, and saw the lonely North Wind that was about to set sail.

The passengers in the line exclaimed uncontrollably, and even a woman with a fragile nerve burst into tears, infecting a small number of children into a possible collapse, forcing Klein to switch from "creeping hunger" to "psychiatrist". , set out to appease the emotionally out of control passengers.

As he continued the treatment, he withdrew his gaze from the passenger ship and glanced at Danitz.

"You will come to see the passengers in a while to make sure they are safe."

Saying that, Klein took out the Attachment Revolver from the inside of his coat and threw it to Danitz.

"You want to go to the boat alone?" Danitz held the revolver and looked at the many passengers behind him, feeling faintly in trouble.

Shit, although there are many "hunters" on board, it is obviously more dangerous on land. What should I do if a monster suddenly appears, I can't protect so many passengers!

Do you think I dare to put you and the passengers on the ground without any divination beforehand?

Klein glanced sideways at Danitz, and without saying more, snapped his fingers, letting the orange-red flames engulf him.

This stream of flames appeared at the bottom of the boat on a piece of driftwood that was swept from the dock by the storm. The adventurer who walked out of it displayed an amazing balance. With the help of the shadow cane in his hand, he turned into a dagger. Climbed up with the hull.

The roars of the "hunters" at the sailors could be heard everywhere on the deck of the Boreiwind, their palms burning, forcing the sailors who had no idea what was going on to venture out of port, although the second mate explained that it was almost impossible to cross the storm at night. It didn't help, and instead got a beating.

Smearing the deck from the stern, Klein, who was hiding in the corner by the shadow, watched all of this, looked at the dimly lit "substitute", covered the right with his left hand, and tried to manipulate the only spiritual body that could barely be included. line.

......

On the shore of the pier, Danitz, who managed to stop the fussing of the ladies and children, squinted his eyes to see the details of the boat, but no matter how hard he tried, he could only see a few dark dots pushing and shouting.

"what!"

The scream sounded again, and Danitz turned his head impatiently.

"What happened?"

In the darkness without lights, a man was pointing at the side street intersection with a frightened face, pointing at a staggering shadow.

Danitz pulled away his nerves and was tortured, and the crowd that would collapse if he encountered a little situation stood in front of them.

At this distance, he finally saw the body of the figure clearly - a living corpse wearing a black cloak, leaning forward, exposing a neck that was still bleeding, and an empty head!

And there is more than one such monster, three headless monsters running from nowhere are approaching the passengers.

Although their bodies may be incomplete and have obvious burning marks, they are probably the remnants of monsters that escaped by chance, but for Danitz who needs to protect the passengers, this is very important. Not friendly.

Shit!

Seeing that the headless corpse in front of him roared like a beast in the throat, and suddenly ran towards him, Danitz had to curse inwardly, wave his arm, and threw out a ball of orange fireball that had been compressed repeatedly from his palm.

Approaching, the well-known pirate did not relax, but instinctively lifted the "attachment revolver" that Gehrman gave him, pulled the trigger precisely, and shot through the limbs of the living corpse.

Amidst the burning and broken cloak, the conspicuous darkness suddenly swelled, and the running corpse also fell to the ground on its back, unable to roar.

But before Danitz could breathe a sigh of relief, the passengers behind him scattered, like frightened sheep, running around on the pier.

The other two corpses also attacked!

Danitz wanted to throw a fireball and draw a gun to shoot, but was blocked by the passengers who fled in a panic. It was difficult to aim at the living corpse who was chasing after the passengers.

Just when a living corpse avoided the harassment of Danitz's fire crows and almost caught a passenger, the darkness on the entire pier suddenly deepened. The pace turned to the same target and regrouped into a team, while the living corpse completely lost its direction and rushed towards the only remaining fire crow.

Danitz watched his fire crow set off an explosion that was dozens of times larger than usual, and stayed in place.

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A friend said before that he wanted the setting of "Desire to Walk". I will probably release it on the weekend. If you have anything else you want to see, you can tell me.

Finally, I still ask for a recommendation and a monthly pass, please!