Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Facing Maric's enthusiasm, Sharon sitting on the high stool was in a dilemma for a while.

She was silent for a long time before giving a concise answer as usual.

"Um."

Maric looked at his friend with scarlet eyes, and the smile gradually slipped from the corner of his mouth.

This "living corpse", who often shows a cold face, turned around a few times before struggling to squeeze out a few words from the gap between his lips.

"What did Sherlock Moriarty tell you before?"

"You seem to be paying attention to what's going on at sea recently."

Facing the companion's question, Sharron didn't answer, just shook her head slightly.

Maric finally stopped insisting, took a deep breath and said:

"Forget it, in short, I have probably confirmed the accurate news of a compatriot."

"Bruce, Bruce Walker, you should still remember him, a 'werewolf' boy, the one who likes bombs very much."

"Former coal miner." Sharon finally stopped being silent, her light blue eyes surrounded by scarlet drooping down, as if she was retrieving increasingly thin memories.

Maric nodded excitedly, "Yes, that's right."

"He fled to a small town near Jianhai, which is an important coal mine in Loen. He probably hasn't developed his skills yet, so he found a good job in the coal mine, but the characteristics of a Southern Continent are still given to him. Caused a lot of trouble."

After speaking, Maric laughed again, having forgotten the commandment of "temperance" for a short time, no longer talking less, but babbling.

He and Sharon are different from other compatriots. They are of Caucasian descent like Ian, and they are almost the same as those of the Northern Continent in terms of appearance. Moreover, after so many years of the Great Voyage Age, many natives of the Northern Continent are also infected. Many mixed-race traits, which have become part of Northern Continent society.

"Which city is he in?" Sharon asked suddenly.

Maric was stunned for a moment, the excitement in his eyes gradually faded, and he said with a half sigh:

"Turaso, the Ford Mine of the Coal Capital."

......

Turaso, the capital of coal.

A thin layer of black ash hangs on the roof of the railway station, which has been stained by soot all year round, and it is always dirty from a distance.

A large number of passengers poured out from this coal-kiln-like exit, some with light in their eyes, full of hope for the future and opportunities; some with sharp eyes, as if looking for all opportunities; some strolling in the courtyard, Calm, elegant suits with one or two missing buttons; but more of them lifeless men, old and young, dragging filthy linen bags slowly along.

Dunn looked at this steel city filled with a large number of workers of different ages, and at the factory chimneys blowing smoke in the distance, feeling a kind of depression far beyond that of Backlund.

This repression is not only visual and psychological, but also a repression derived from spiritual intuition.

After being promoted to Sequence Six, Dunn rarely felt such an intuitive impact on the outside world, but at this time, the land he was standing on seemed to be filled with undead that were not completely purified, although it was not completely dominated by the breath of death. , but the strong negative energy still pulls everyone on the ground equally, trying to drag them into the underworld.

Fortunately, it is far enough away from the Southern Continent, and there are official Beyonders deployed far beyond ordinary cities, suppressing most of the cults. Only Aurora will take advantage of the workers' groups. If the Spiritual Religion wants to do something here, I am afraid it will take shape. Before, the official could not find anything.

But this kind of environment will also be more conducive to my acting and digestion... Dunn thought about it this way, after a little bit of recognition of the street signs, riding a carriage, he came to a hotel with a good reputation and booked a standard room.

Packing up his luggage, Dunn, who was half digested by the "Requiem Master", walked out of the hotel at will, using the "Ring of Shadows" (a sealed artifact created by "Hermit" Extraordinary characteristics) to hide himself in the shadows, and sneaked all the way to the vicinity of the coal mine .

Dunn, who has a perennial night watchman experience, is very clear that this kind of sweaty industry is often accompanied by illegal armed forces and the employment of wild Beyonders to resist the intrusion of other mines and officials.

It sounds ridiculous, but the number of wild Beyonders in the largest mine investigated by the Nighthawks is comparable to that of the standard team.

There is often only one ending to being found in such places.

Sure enough, as soon as Dunn arrived at the coal mine closest to the city, he felt a stronger sense of depression than near the train station.

"Ford Mine..." He glanced at the sign at the door, his eyes suddenly dyed dark, and without much effort, the patrolling guard fell into a short sleep.

After doing all this, he escaped from the shadows, took off the "Shadow Ring", and walked deeper under the cover of his extraordinary abilities.

In the "dark" field of vision, he saw a few weak and gruesome spirits hiding by the rocks near the exit of the coal mine. This would be a good role to play.

......

"Stop."

Colin raised his palm halfway, and the compact team behind him, adorned with lights, stopped.

The demigod looked at the dark sky, and judged the time based on the frequency of lightning flashing across the sky from time to time. His gaze turned to the barren and dead plains and the meandering and dry riverbeds in the distance.

In the middle of the plain surrounded by overgrown riverbeds, the river, which only reflects the shimmering lights in the dark, is gushing water, and the black outlines are shadowy, layer upon layer, like a city that has lost its vitality.

Judging from the ruined traces here, this city should have lost its last inhabitant a long time ago, and since then no one has set foot on it. Only from visual observation, there are even very few monsters here, only "witchers" The powerful perception is feeding back to Colin the fallen shadows hidden in the darkness.

"I felt the power of familiarity." Lovia, who was wearing a dark purple robe, walked to Colin's side, stopped and looked at the seemingly unmistakable darkness, frowning slightly.

She looked at Colin and said in a low voice:

"I feel the breath of the Lord here."

Colin was also vigilant. He didn't care about the other party's blasphemous act of equating the true creator with the Lord. Instead, he said solemnly:

"I used to believe in the 'mysterious god' here. Be careful of the additional danger caused by the contact of the two breaths."

Looking at the city in front of which was filled with light fog and could not even be illuminated by lightning, Colin the "Demon Hunter" took down the two straight swords he was carrying, and at the same time ordered the team to prepare for battle. ointment.

The Silver City team moved slowly and firmly. Under the leadership of the two elders, they took care to remove a small number of monsters that had emerged from the darkness, until they reached the edge of the ruined city.

Derrick, who had been following Colin closely, looked at the city closely related to Mr. Fool, raised his arms with curiosity, and illuminated the distance with his own condensed light.

As far as the golden yellow reaches, sculptural still figures stand on the streets. Time seems to have stopped on them. The old linen clothes flutter in the wind. Rick, scared the teenager back again and again and almost fell.

Derrick, who was so frightened that his light was extinguished, bumped into a solid chest. He raised his head and saw Chief Colin looking at him reproachfully, as if rebuking him for being unsteady.

Attracted by the sudden light just now, many people in the Silver City exploration team saw the incomparably terrifying scene in the city, and the low-pressure panic sounded endlessly.

"Your Excellency, what was that just now?"

Guilt and fear were mixed on Derrick's face. Colin glanced at him and looked at Lovia, who was silently devouring flesh and blood, and said softly:

"The scene just now reminded me of the high-sequence ability of the 'diver' described in the classics."

"They are good at controlling people's bodies and can transform people into secret dolls, and this strange ability is often related to similar horror scenes. The elders guessed that this may be a requirement for the high-ranking role of the 'divine master'."

Having said that, Colin took out a silver-white pocket watch from his arms, feeling the loss of his spirituality, and said to Lovia:

"Pay attention. Derrick and I enter the city gate first. If there is any change, you will bring the team back to the City of Silver."

Lovia, whose mouth was stained with blood, nodded slightly, and a huge silver-white armor rose from the ground.

The illusory knight inserted his long sword deep into the ground, and instantly built a defense around the team.

Colin held swords in both hands and pointed at Derrick with his eyes. The two walked side by side towards the gate of the city, which had returned to darkness.

This time, Derrick didn't try to use sunlight to open the way, but held the lantern honestly, and the "Silent One's Longsword" held in his right hand also appeared dawn.

In Colin Iliad's eyes, two dark green symbols stood out, drawing the street behind the light mist and the blurred still figure into his pupils.

He didn't receive any shock, and even the silver-white pocket watch hanging around his neck didn't respond. He still instinctively stole Colin's spirituality, but each time he stole more shares, and even Derrick on the side was included. the scope of this Sealed Artifact.

Finally, in the disappearance of spirituality, the two walked past the city gate, their vision was suddenly bright, the fog disappeared in front of them, and they could clearly see the people who were standing still.

This faintly terrifying scene reminded Colin of another city-state he explored when he was young, the ancient city of North.

"Chief, my spirituality has been losing."

Derrick, who felt that half of the spirituality in his body had evaporated, frowned and said uncomfortably.

"This is the negative effect of the Sealed Artifact." Colin said in a hoarse voice, looking at the towers, churches and other buildings that were faintly revealed in the darkness.

"But... look nearby." Derrick erected the "Silent One's Longsword", and the morning light illuminated the nearby humanoid sculptures.

Colin, who was attracted by the ruins of the ancient city, abruptly retracted his gaze and looked around. He was puzzled by the spiritual warning and did not respond. At the same time, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the corpse closest to him. The muscles were rapidly decaying, and the years of being suspended were crazy. Counterattack, in just a few seconds, the corpse was turned into a dead bone.

Coincidentally, all the corpses around Colin had the same mutation, and they all turned into bones, unable to support it and fell down. The traces of time were carved and branded on these bones, and when I looked at it suddenly, it was actually the same as the naturally placed corpse. No difference.

"Parasite" Amon left the "Insect of Time" evolution of the sealed artifact seems to have reacted with some kind of power in this ruins!

The street was silently filled with the thin mist outside the city, and the bell tower with a vague outline in the distance gave birth to a little starlight, and the whole city was instantly lit up. The warmth illuminates every house, and only the stationary pedestrians on the street still maintain their last demeanor under this warmth.

Suddenly, Colin groaned, but he didn't dare to use the pocket watch around his neck. He could only try his best to restrain the blue-black skin on his body and grab Derrick.

"leave here."

Derrick, who had experienced many dangers, did not panic, and quickly launched the city-state following the pace of the chief. He was only slightly relieved when he saw Elder Lovia standing at the front of the team.

Colin, who barely suppressed the movement in his body, put away his pocket watch.

"The legacy of the high sequence of 'The Thief' has had an impact on things in the city-state, and then a scene of time retrospection has appeared. What are your thoughts and opinions?"

Lovia, who was stared at by him, did not speak in a hurry, licked the blood stains left on the corner of her mouth and said:

"'Diviner', 'Thief' and 'Apprentice' are all paths corresponding to the authority of the 'God of Mysteries', maybe we should try another entrance."

She glanced at the bulge in Colin's chest pocket, "We can try to rule out the influence of the pocket watch."

......

Backlund Bridge District.

The postman in a dark green uniform held his satchel and walked back to the rented apartment humming a tune.

He followed common sense and opened the door with the key, looking at the young man who was sitting on his favorite reclining chair, a young man who looked exactly like him, not only raised his eyebrows.

"According to the last referendum, the ontology should not oppress the avatar too much. I think this is our consensus."

The young man on the reclining chair was unmoved, instead he grabbed a glass of beer from the air and took a sip.

The postman turned his head to look, and sure enough, there was one less beer mug under the cupboard, and the liquid in the wine bottle next to him was half lower than when he left in the morning.

"It looks like you're here to take me back?" The postman shrugged indifferently, UU reading www. uukanshu.com sat on the bench opposite the reclining chair, and did not know where the mail package he was holding earlier was thrown.

"Of course not." After Amon finished drinking the last drop of beer, he smiled and shook his head.

He looked at his avatar, and some spots of light diffused from the surface of his body, pushing them into the avatar.

"I happened to pass by here, the closest to you."

"I'm here to promote you."

"A surprise?"

The postman shook his head, turned his hand and took out a monocle from somewhere and brought it to his right eye.

"I'm not surprised at all. A promotion for no reason often symbolizes that the leader needs you to take the blame."

"Tell me, what are we going to do?"

Amon's mouth curled into a smile, holding his monocle and said:

"It's very simple, I need you to contact Antico."

The postman suddenly became enlightened, and while complaining, he started to act.

"Can't you do this yourself? The 'mysterious' pollution is not fatal to you."

He stretched out his hand and pulled towards the air, and his arm instantly collapsed into a mass of worms.

But this group of worms with twelve links is still strong and faithfully completed their tasks.

Watching the postman disintegrate and disappear, replaced by a young man with long hair and black and white occupying the seat, Amon's smile became even brighter.

He clapped his hands and said with a sigh:

"It's been a long time no see, is it a surprise?"