Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

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

Antigonus looked at Amon with a faint smile, and glanced at the corner of his mouth, making a gesture to release the historical projection.

"Oh, don't be in such a hurry, it's not too late to leave after listening to my words."

Amon stole Antigonus' thoughts, and the monocle on the right eye socket was dyed with a layer of blue-black, against the pollution from Antigonus' projection itself.

"Aren't you afraid that the Lord will come over?"

Antigonus put his hands together and saw that he could not return to consciousness for a short time, so he simply walked to the window and looked at the scenery that Backlund was completely different from any era he knew.

"It's not like he hasn't looked for me." Amon said indifferently, looking at Antigonus' back with interest, the corner of his mouth smiling more and more playfully.

Antigonus' expression suddenly became strange.

Has Amon met "Mystery"?

He glanced at Amon with an uncertain smile, stared at the cloud of blue-black mist hovering over his monocle, and fell into a moment of confusion.

Although the "God of Mysteries" stole his uniqueness and sequence-one characteristics, in a sense, the pollution of the previous "Lord of Mysteries" resurrected on him has been greatly reduced.

But that one hasn't become the old days after all, and Antigonus is still a dangerous carrier that contains a lot of direct pollution from the "Lord of Mysteries".

It is inherently dangerous for an angel like Amon to pull his historical projection, not to mention the similar pollution that plagues the two of them.

No... Maybe the contamination of Amon by the "Lord of Mysteries" is not all the problem, as an extraordinary creature born to accommodate uniqueness, even if Amon was actually born by "God", it is difficult to avoid" "The Lord of Mysteries" has a spiritual imprint left in his bones.

From this point of view, if he has already met the Lord, he can still talk to himself with a calm face, and he is not afraid that these operations will attract the attention of those who have direct control of Sesame Castle. Does this mean that he has...

"Your idea is very interesting." Amon tried to steal Antigonus' idea, but found that he was not hindered much.

"I thought you were willing to lock yourself up on that hill for so many years, and you already converted to 'Mystery' and became his faithful believer."

Antigonus opened his mouth, did not defend anything, just looked away again.

"Okay, let's stop wasting time." Amon clapped his hands, "Although with the help of Paranoid this time, "Mystery" has not noticed it yet, but this opportunity is estimated to be only once."

Antigonus stood silently on the spot, waiting for the next sentence.

"I accidentally learned of a whimsical plan. As an angel connected to his destiny, you should know more than Roman and the others."

"Fate?" Antigonus let out a sneer, his pale hands that didn't look like a living person clasped together tightly, clenching them with all his strength.

"Then you should be clear that only if his purpose is successful, can I really get back what belongs to me, my destiny."

"He and the night control our lives. I didn't succeed when I accommodated the uniqueness of The Fool. Now do you think I still have the confidence to trust an existence similar to mine to defeat him?"

Seeing Amon smiling and not saying a word, Antigonus didn't care, he explained to himself:

"Perhaps from the very beginning Zhou Mingrui never thought of himself as the 'Master of Mysteries', otherwise he should have killed you, killed me and my sister earlier, and should not have supported Bethel , to stop him from roaming the stars."

"In the short period of accommodating uniqueness, I personally experienced the torture of being in close contact with the former 'Master of Mysteries'. I don't believe that anyone can persist for so long under that kind of erosion."

"This wonderful experience has made me more convinced of the fact that as long as Yuanbao is still in the hands of that old guy, it is impossible for him to allow you and me to become the 'Master of Mysteries', we are born mythical creatures, and we are fighting against Beyonder characteristics. Compared with us, it is Bethel who has more potential and can show strength better.”

"But Bethel went deep into the starry sky in Sequence Three. It's hard to say when he was contaminated." Amon shook his head nonchalantly.

He pointed to the table and drew a circle on it.

"Anyway, Bethel must have been secretly tainted before it can accommodate uniqueness. We all know this, but we all naively expected the so-called 'Mist of Uncertainty' to protect the integrity of the 'Key of the Star'."

"After all, unlike the kings of angels in other sequences, as the 'Master of Mysteries' resurrection choice, we will definitely receive the warmest reception from the outer gods, and losing a uniqueness is equivalent to condemning us to death in advance. ."

Antigonus stared deeply at Amon, who wore his iconic smile, with a heavy tone:

"You and I both know the consequences. From now on, His plan may be the only way."

"We urgently need a candidate who can avoid most of the pollution and can quickly grasp the source castle."

"So Roman didn't lie to me, that guy really separated a human avatar?" Amon raised his eyebrows with interest.

Antigonus avoided his sarcastic gaze, and the corners of his mouth rose, hinting slightly.

"I know what part of your confidence is. The creator's family problem may be very complicated, but you are the only one who has really concealed the truth."

"What happened to the last guy whose humanity and divinity were separated, haven't we all seen it?"

"Would you believe this statement?"

......

Inside the old small building where the Fishermen's Association of Pritz Harbor is located.

Dorian Gray looked at the list in his hand and crossed out the blank names behind them.

There are also some small families who cannot be contacted.

Loboro and Sam lost the news a few years ago, Richard died at the hands of the Aurora Society, and Hank joined the betrayers in Midsea County recently. 'way......

Thinking of this, Dorian couldn't help covering his face, and buried his facial features in his hands, trying to isolate the outside world.

After a while, the old man with unusually broad shoulders took a deep breath and continued to pick up the pen to draw crosses on the notebook.

Fortunately, there was a small problem with Lawrence's body, and his move to Backlund was shelved. Otherwise, it would be hard to say whether the Abraham family would lose another precious Sequence Seven.

Dorian closed the notebook and walked out. Before his fingers touched the doorknob, he saw a dull man with a face like a wax figure walk in.

The man stood under the door frame, his robe embroidered with constellation patterns reflected a little light.

"Mr. Dorian, you have entrusted me with divination."

......

Outside the ruined city walls of the city-state of the Land Forsaken.

Colin looked at the broken city wall that was half collapsed and half erect. His eyes kept moving on the two towers at the edge, measuring the width and the maximum coverage of the mist.

The back door of the city-state is different from the main street full of pedestrians. Instead, it is too empty. Even if it is close to the gatehouse, it is difficult to see the silhouette of the deceased residents. Its architectural style is also different from the first half of the city-state.

"Before the Lord took back his authority, this city-state was a city-state that believed in the ancient **** Freguera."

Lovia swallowed part of the flesh and blood on her palm, her knuckles showing the bones recovered instantly, and she took the initiative to speak.

Colin Iliad glanced at Lovia, but did not respond directly. After his gaze passed the entire city-state, he nodded and said:

"The architectural style of the second half here is indeed similar to a city-state that believes in Flegera that I have explored."

"Derrick, come and master this pocket watch, I will enter the back door of the city-state alone to explore."

Colin suddenly turned to Derrick, handed over the silver in his palm, pulled out his double swords and walked towards the half-collapsed city gate filled with mist.

As we got closer to the city gate, the frequency of high-altitude lightning became less and less visible to the naked eye, and darkness gradually ruled the entire world.

Standing directly under the city gate, Colin looked back at the same lightning frequency. The other members of the team were in the area that could basically be illuminated by silver and white, and continued to walk towards the unknown. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

Different from the previous changes in the mist dissipated and the vision widened, this time Colin felt an indescribable terror as soon as he entered the ancient city.

Under this bright threat, he immediately raised the long sword in his hand and looked over.

The bell tower standing alone above a bungalow in the distance is condensed with starlight. The huge transparent barrier cuts off the left and right sides of the city-state. The right half is hazy, time is still, and everything is rich as usual. On the left half of the city-state, most of the buildings are rotten. Collapsed, the wooden-structured house could not stand the torture of the years, and only a pile of rubble remained. At a glance, you could see the yellowish white bones buried in the chaotic world, as if it would turn into fly ash with a light touch.

This dilapidated scene is in line with Colin's impression of a ruined city-state, but it's too quiet, strangely quiet, there seems to be no monsters here, the complete opposite of the weird right half, which has been destroyed, but remains unusual security.

Standing silently on the spot, the spiritual warning kept calling the police, but Colin, who had not felt any other danger, took a tentative step forward.

Holding a long sword, he stretched out his hands on both sides like a crab, touched the ground with the long sword coated with different ointments, and moved forward slowly step by step.

Colin maintained this strange posture, not in a hurry or panic, slowly leaning towards the nearest ruins, using the tip of his sword to scrape off the rubble covered with bones, and a half-squeezed corpse gradually revealed came out.

He recognized the skeleton of the lower body of the corpse, and his eyes sank instantly.

It was a pair of legs full of cavities, bowed and buckled at the joints, resembling the retrograde feet of some kind of monster.