Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Tristan left, but Klein couldn't calm down for a long time.

Fireflies in the night... He recalled what Tristan had just explained, and smiled silently, the smile was full of bitterness, the flesh on his thin cheeks was surging, and the lines of his face were soft and smooth, adding a bit of elf characteristics. But generally nothing has changed.

What I have to say is that Gehrman's characteristics have quietly disappeared, replaced by the fat and a little mediocrity after the destruction of the years.

This is Zhou Mingrui from the old days, an ordinary person who has passed away.

It has been more than half a month since he learned part of the truth about the world. To say that what Antigonus revealed is all that "mystery" hides, Klein can't believe it.

He knew very well that the world still had many secrets hidden from him, such as Tianzun, starry sky, and underground.

There is no oil in this world, the starry sky is full of blood and the moon is blood red, and all kinds of weirdness are incompatible with the era that has been buried. Only the geographical environment is not too different. Approximate outline.

"When I woke up, everything changed." Klein muttered to himself, pacing to the mirror, looking at himself in the mirror, and groping with his palm on his chin.

After watching this quietly for a long time, Klein let out a long sigh, wiped his palm on his face, and turned back into a cold and crazy adventurer.

He walked out of the room, knocked on Danitz's door, disregarding the panicked expression of the sleeping pirate lying on the bed, and said indifferently:

"Remember to keep in touch, collect information, and I'll go out for a walk."

......

In the abandoned city-state, an old man and a young man with exaggerated heights were walking on the street, looking at the reflection of himself in the eyes of the stationary pedestrians beside him, he couldn't help feeling chills.

"Chief, the bell tower is in front."

Derrick, who was holding the "Silent One" long sword, waited in earnest, looking up at the only intact clock tower in the city-state, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Don't worry too much, look for a hidden entrance nearby."

Colin moved the gravel on the ground with his long sword, his eyes searched on the floor, looking for a possible secret door.

"Shall we go in directly after we find it?"

"First confirm whether there are other dangers." Colin, with slightly messy silver hair, glanced at Derrick, "Then meet with Lovia, as long as you avoid the effect of the sealed artifact and don't deliberately stimulate it, you should be satisfied. Minimum standard for multiplayer exploration."

Listening to the chief's instructions, Derrick rolled his eyes, struggled for a while, but still expressed his concerns.

"However, I heard that the 'diver' is good at disguise. If the team explores together, will it be used by that sealed artifact..."

While talking, he suddenly realized something, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back in the opposite direction to Colin.

Colin looked at Derrick, who was worried, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the two long swords he was holding spread out to the sides.

"If I guessed correctly, although the sealed artifact may have a certain self-awareness, it should not be able to move at will, otherwise it will take measures when we enter the city-state for the first time."

"After the team enters the city-state and acts together, even if anyone is under control, they will be able to find out immediately."

Colin pointed to the direction shrouded in mist, which was the other side of the city-state, where there were no stationary pedestrians, and the back door was filled with bones and ruins.

"And the radiation range of this sealed artifact should only cover half of the city-state at most, so it's probably not a problem to enter through the back door."

"The only danger is that there are still many monsters left there. We may encounter monsters that the original residents of this city-state have turned into."

"monster?"

Derrick looked puzzled. He didn't understand where the Chief's judgments came from.

Even Mr. Fool didn't mention these things, he just said that "what he sees is not necessarily true".

"That's right." Colin suddenly became talkative, and explained while being alert, "Do you think there was anything wrong with those bones on the street just now?"

"Of course there is a problem..." Derrick wanted to answer subconsciously, but suddenly fell silent.

Yes, the corpse that the chief brought back from the back door before showed abnormal characteristics, and it even looked a little weird like the bones of a demon wolf monster after death, but the normal-looking "pedestrians" at the city gate just now stayed The bones below also have this kind of mutation, but it is not very obvious, just like some deformed babies that are occasionally born after the City of Silver has swallowed the flesh and blood of monsters for too long.

Thinking of this, Derrick only felt sticky on his back. He reached out and touched it, only to realize that his back was already wet with cold sweat.

Can't the entire city-state be polluted, right?

Click.

With a light sound, the long sword in Colin's hand easily lifted the stone, and the noise hooked back to Derrick's thoughts.

The cracks on the floor with the cluttered rubble revealed an imperceptible gloom. Just as Derrick wanted to take a closer look, the long sword in Colin's hand was dyed with a layer of morning light, and the brilliance of the storm erupted in a small area. The shards that turned into split the floor under the gust of wind, revealing the huge space under the stone bricks.

At the same time, the bell tower standing not far away condensed starlight again, and Colin, who had already been prepared, had a condensed expression, stepped over to Derrick's side, and touched his left hand to his chest in a low voice.

"Shine."

Derrick was stunned for a moment, but a huge amount of sunlight burst out from his body, illuminating the ruins.

A white light exploded in Colin's hand, and the spiritual wall collapsed silently. As the hands of the pocket watch ticked, the time in this area began to reverse.

Outside the place where Colin and Derrick stood, the disintegrating gravel flew out of thin air, the dilapidated building was intact in just a few seconds, and the dazzling starlight was stillborn. The statue at the top of the bell tower replaced the position of the big bell.

Derrick, who supported "Light of Purification", did not dare to look directly at the starlight, so he had to pin his sights on Colin.

He watched in horror as the chief's already wrinkled cheeks had a few new traces of the years, the silver hair was even more withered, and the pointer moved for a few seconds, the chief seemed to be a few years older, and his clear eyes were stained. There was a bit of turbidity.

"Your Excellency Chief?"

Derrick's voice trembled, but Colin acted as if nothing had happened, confirming that the gap he had opened on the ground was not closed, and heaving a sigh of relief.

This kind of dark-eyed adventure is really not very friendly to an old man like him.

"It seems that your guess was correct." He took a deep breath, his fingers swam fast on the surface of the pocket watch, and the wall of spirituality closed the pocket watch again.

"As long as you avoid the induction of the sealed artifact and activate the sealed artifact as soon as possible, you can avoid the occurrence of the mutation."

He just confirmed with his own body that the Sealed Artifact hidden somewhere in the city-state is only at the level of a saint.

"Let's go back and inform Lovia to explore from behind this time."

......

East Chester County's W wants reinforcements from Backlund Parish?

Mr. A in front of the desk was reading the letter sent by his colleague, his eyebrows softer than women's suddenly wrinkled.

W is not only incompetent, but also ignorant of the overall situation. After the smog, the Aurora Society Backlund Diocese has been facing the double blows of the Church of the Storm and MI9. It is already incapable of sheltering the believers and expanding the church. Where does he go?

If Lord Tristan did not go to sea, he would still consider it, but now because Lord Tristan's airborne annoyed the "Saint of Secret", "Saint of Darkness" has not yet returned, and he is almost the only one in Backlund Diocese Support, really can't squeeze more power.

Thinking of this, Mr. A couldn't help kneading his temples so hard that his whitish knuckles seemed to pierce his head directly.

"Sir God."

A timid female voice broke the silence of the dimly lit room. Mr. A put down his fingers and looked aside with blood-red eyes.

A girl with her whole body hidden under a robe stood at the door, her hood was put down behind her head, and she was holding a few pieces of tissue paper in her hands.

Mr. A watched this girl who he rescued himself from the smog and became a "Secret Prayer" recently, and tried to make his expression as soft as possible.

"What's wrong?"

Freya suppressed the fear in her eyes, trying not to recall the horrific scene of the envoy crushing the internal organs of the two priests. She lowered her head and replied:

"Just now, several compatriots at the dock sent back news that they found a wild 'Rose Bishop'."

Freya, who was an Extraordinary at the beginning, did not understand the meaning of this term. She only knew that those bishops with terrifying breath in the "church" were called by this name.

"Wild 'Bishop Rose'?" Mr. A raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He let out a snort, and the slightly cruel smile on the corner of his mouth faintly showed that he was very interested in this unexpected news, which frightened Freya to quietly take a step back.

"I see."

Mr. A, who found the opportunity, decisively threw the letter of W in his hand aside.

"I will handle this matter myself."

......

On the outskirts of Backlund, in the public cemetery, Dorian lowered his gaze, facing the two side by side tombstones in front of him, his face was filled with grief that could not be shaken off.

Buried here are his distant brother and sister-in-law. He hadn't seen each other for decades, but when he saw each other, he could only see it in this form. A sadness filled his chest.

Could it be that the fate of the Abraham family is like this, they can only silently walk into the pile of old papers, or betray the glory of their ancestors, and live by changing their paths and surnames under the protection of other existences?

Alas... Just as Dorian lamented, his spirituality suddenly trembled, leading him to look behind him.

I saw a rather tall lady in a thin windbreaker and brown sunglasses walking from a distance with a bunch of white flowers, looking at her in astonishment.

The lady walked near the tomb of Lauboro, looked Dorian up and down, and said tentatively:

"Sir, what is your relationship with Mrs. Anlisa?"

She was a little wary, but obviously didn't think about it.

Dorian adjusted his expression and silently turned on his spiritual vision. He was surprised at the flickering of aura on the woman's wrist before him, and he dealt with it carefully:

"I'm Ann Lisa's husband, the older brother of Lambolo. I haven't heard from them, so I wanted to come to Backlund to see, but I didn't expect them to..."

Speaking of which, Dorian cautiously closed his mouth, sighed softly with half-feigned half-truth sadness.

The woman opposite, that is, Forsi, opened her mouth slightly, and subconsciously said with relief:

"I didn't expect this, I'm sorry."

Dorian didn't care too much, smiled reluctantly, and said to Fors casually:

"Are you their acquaintance?"

"Mrs. Ann Lisa has helped me a lot." Fors gently placed the white flowers in her hand in front of Ann Lisa's tomb, and carefully divided a bunch and gave it to Luo Bo Luo next to her.

"She is a very kind lady."

"Then can you tell me about their last few years?"

Their experiences in the last few years... Forsi rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses, thinking of the family suspected of Abraham behind An Lisa, and smiled lightly.

"no problem."

She quickly thought about what she could say and what she couldn't. Feeling the coldness brought by the bracelet on her wrist, she just wanted to silently recite the honorable name of "The Fool" in her mind, but after a while, she recalled His Highness Ambrosius. 's honorary name.

To be honest, she was still a little afraid of that great being. In contrast, although Roman Ambrosius was also high, he seemed to be much easier to get close to.

"There's a nice cafe nearby, let's go there and talk."

Fors pointed to a sign outside the cemetery that was shrouded in light mist, with a friendly smile.

The cafe was less crowded, so even if something happened, it wouldn't attract too many people's attention.

......

Coal system, Tula.

The largest Ford mining area in the area is not as noisy as it used to be. The huge mining area is silent. The boss butler dressed in expensive formal clothes walks in the mining area. wrote:

"Tell me, who is colluding with the cult?"

Beside him were a few middle-aged men dressed as police officers. The head of the police inspector, who wore a black and white checkered uniform, was the same as the housekeeper.

Unlike Backlund and other inland cities, the coal mining industry with unimaginable profits has exacerbated the wealth imbalance in Tula, and collusion between mine owners and official agencies is even more commonplace.

Even though the Chinese New Year is coming, the butler who is dressed in fat and formal clothes still feels inexplicably hot and hot, so he can't wait to grab a few bad guys and hand them over to the inspector, so that he can go home early and enjoy.

He didn't know why, the one who colluded with the so-called cult was his own boss. The target group of the Aurora Society had always been the workers who were suffering. Only these groups who had a hard time living and could not get the special care of the church would easily convert.

It's just that this time it was really unfortunate. I don't know which **** made trouble in the mining area. The rumors about the haunted haunted the bishop of the diocese, and this fact was exposed.

In the shoving crowd, Bruce Walker looked coldly at the extraordinary-looking butler, took a few steps back quietly, smeared soot on his face, trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible.

Originally, he was an Extraordinary. He couldn't stand the investigation of the church, let alone his identity in the Southern Continent.

At that time, once the church interrogates seriously, the Oolongs who are trying to get away with these idiots will come true by mistake.

Although Bruce looked down on the people from the Northern Continent, he would send these most vicious guys to see their masters when he had the chance, but he never thought of taking the initiative to stir up trouble, let alone give them meritorious deeds.

Hehe... After watching Bruce retreat to the crowd, he stood at the top of the mine and looked down at the audience. The man in the maroon coat chuckled and disappeared.