Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

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"What matters is your captain."

Klein clenched his cane tightly, not relaxing at all.

Even if the other party is only Sequence Seven, even if the other party has already controlled the spiritual body thread, he has no intention of letting his guard down.

No matter what else, as far as he is concerned, is there a few sequences that use the enemy's luck and information asymmetry to kill more than his own?

The pervasive shadows began to gather, and Klein consciously controlled these shadows to protect him. After careful inspection, he realized that there was nothing wrong before continuing:

"I want to meet her. After all, the "Black Death" disappeared and the fleet disintegrated, and the "Lieutenant Admiral Disease" should not want to be pushed by other pirate generals all the time."

"If you are truly loyal to your captain, I think you should follow my advice."

Klein deliberately relaxed his role of Gehrman.

After all, this is the only clue at the moment, and sticking to Gehrman's behavior will only make the form worse.

The vines on the ground were completely silent, and the woman who was struggling just now stopped suddenly and fell into silence.

"I have no right to make decisions for the captain."

She raised her arms one after another, reaching the gap on the side of the robe.

"I can only convey your request to the captain."

Communicate, how to communicate, put you back, and then play me with evaporating?

Just as Klein was about to respond, his eyes narrowed abruptly. Under the feedback from his spiritual vision, the spiritual aura of the woman opposite changed instantly, and even his breathing stopped.

Following the extension of the woman's spiritual aura, he looked around, looking for anomalies in the air.

But no matter how Klein explored, apart from the constantly heightened spiritual warning, nothing changed. He could only sit back and watch as the unknown danger approached him step by step.

"Lieutenant General of Disease" is here!

Without thinking too much, Klein grasped the source of the danger, but it was still unclear how the danger would come.

Thinking of this, Klein loosened his grip on "Desire to Walk" and turned his attention to his right hand.

The illusion attached to the surface of the "substitute" disappeared silently, the hazy white light dimmed, and the control of the spiritual body line was loosened from the source.

"Okay, it's...cough!"

Just when he was about to go a step further and activate "Wriggling Hunger", the monkey head suddenly itched and coughed uncontrollably.

Immediately afterwards, my head swelled and my head hurt, and I even sneezed, unable to move at all.

The woman who noticed her regained mobility looked at all with a sneer, and her right hand, which was raised on the edge of the gap, stretched in all of a sudden, and the previously wilted vines burst into flames and regained their activity.

She didn't have time to taunt her opponent, she just took out a bottle of potion from her bosom and swallowed a drop of it into her throat.

After doing all this, the woman pulled out her hand, and with the transparent silk thread in midair, launched an attack on Klein.

Just like in the smog, it is the plague of witches!

Klein secretly screamed badly, but he didn't know how to fight back. His left palm quickly dyed red, barely pulling a wall of fire around him.

In the enclosed space, he couldn't use wind and rain to disperse the plague-filled air like in Backlund, not to mention that he didn't herd the corresponding Beyonders.

Klein managed to restrain the frequency of coughing. The cane in his palm suddenly swelled to the size of half a human, his arms were rounded, and the black iron shield knocked a big hole on the ground.

"slow!"

The reverberating blasphemous voices indiscriminately locked everything outside the fire wall, and the vines that swam along the floors, walls, and other things that could ride on it suddenly stopped like a stone statue, and even the invisible air was stagnant, oozing out. tiny particles that are almost indiscernible.

But even so, "Lieutenant General Disease" still did not show up, as if she didn't care whether she could leave this mysterious adventurer here, and whether she could rescue the few subordinates who were still around.

Instead, it was the multiple abilities that Klein showed in a hurry that raised Tracy's vigilance.

The "Witch of Pain" hiding in the dark looked at the burning wall of fire, her eyes changed a few times, she suddenly clenched her teeth, and made an extremely difficult decision.

She ripped off the spell tied to her wrist, put it in her mouth, and let out a shriek forward.

The screams containing blasphemous spirituality burst out at close range, and the slow and almost stagnant particles in the air immediately cheered, collided irregularly, and quickly gathered together under the impetus of sound waves, a sharp cone-shaped wave visible to the naked eye stabbed. The crimson fire wall, as if facing the enemy, erupted with almost original power, and wiped the crimson from the floor.

The embers left by the burning flames were pushed into the corner of the wall, and there was only a bit of orange red and still stood firm in place. With the sound of glass breaking, Tracy appeared ghostly beside the woman, her chest heaving, and her pale face was obviously in poor condition. to the extreme.

"captain?"

There was still a bit of excitement on the woman's face, but Tracy, who showed exhaustion on her eyelids, did not dare to be presumptuous, and could only convey her doubts in her tone.

"Annie, leave immediately, that guy didn't go far..." Tracy paused, the hesitation in her blue eyes disappeared, "Don't go back there, hide first and wait for my notice. ."

Tracy's words continued, but the graceful figure beside Annie began to peel off every inch, like a mirage. After a while, only a floating shadow remained to tell that everything was not an illusion.

Don't let me go back, the captain is afraid that I will be followed?

With her mouth wide open, Annie wanted to roar, to vent, to ask the captain how much he had to compromise for the oil bottle... But the long-term pirate life and basic literacy still forced her to calm down When I got down, my body involuntarily chose the best route and withdrew from the room that had changed beyond recognition.

The lights of Bayam City are still shining, but there are a few more sad people.

......

Was that a demigod-level spell just now?

It was the bar just now, not far from the ruined room. With a different face, Klein, who was hiding in the bathroom, covered his chest and propped his elbows against the wall, looking like he might faint at any time.

Before the scream penetrated Klein's soul, he had already used the flame jump to escape from the place, but he was still severely injured and could not easily recover for at least a few days.

Sure enough, Tracy has other backers, and her status in the Witch Sect should not be easily summed up by "black gloves", I am afraid there is a demigod's support.

Klein took a deep breath, leaned against the wall, and slowly sat on the ground, letting go of the "desire to walk" with his palms.

It's not good to have too many extraordinary items all at once, I'm a little too inflated...

......

It hurts, it hurts!

Bruce Walker murmured unconsciously, his cheeks rubbing against the soft pillow, only to feel tortured by the severe pain in his head, but at the same time he wanted to indulge in a comfortable bed that he hadn't enjoyed for a long time.

But as his body relaxed subconsciously, Bruce, who realized that his body was bound by the rope, still forcibly pulled his dizzy thoughts out of the comfortable environment, and his eyes suddenly widened.

He stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, momentarily at a loss.

where is this?

He only remembered that he had run into the Extraordinary of the Church of Evernight, but he never remembered that the underground prison of the Church of Evernight had such a good environment.

As a qualified fugitive, he has never lived in the dungeon of the Church of the Evernight. The damp room and hard bed plank are often the whole of it, and where did such high-end furnishings come from?

Could it be that even the prison cells in the northern continent are different from those in the southern continent?

"Wake up, do you need water?"

Suddenly, a very comfortable yet serious mellow voice broke all the doubts that stumped Bruce, and the werewolf wrapped in a "zongzi" on the bed turned his head with difficulty.

A young gentleman in a burgundy trench coat sat on a chair that looked very comfortable, holding a tissue paper that looked like a photo in his hand, with concern and alertness in his eyes.

"Who are you?"

Bruce's brows wrinkled and his muscles burst into flames, but his extraordinary strength was not stimulated by the tightening of his muscles. Instead, the violent backlash from soreness made him almost whimper.

"Sorry, I never thought the psychic ritual would put you in a deep sleep for a whole day, and the rope seems to be too tight." Dunn put away the photo as inconspicuously as possible, saying that, but obviously not for Bruce Means to loosen.

He looked up and down the young man on the bed, and took on the usual tone of an official Beyonder.

"Bruce Walker, a native of the Southern Continent, a member of the Rose School, am I right?"

"So what?" Bruce gave up the struggle and silently mobilized his deposited spirituality to restore his body.

He found out that the Northern Continent in front of him might not be an official Beyonder, at least not a local night watchman. It was very likely that he was an organized Beyonder like him.

"Can you explain the meaning of "modernism", I realize that I seem to have made a mistake." Dunn made a gesture, and the transparent spiritual body placed a piece of paper in a position where Bruce could see it.

Full of doubts, Bruce stretched out his head to take a few glances, his expression gradually became strange, and in the end there was only anger and grief left.

"You tied me up just because of this?"

He glared at him, UU reading www. uukanshu.com, forgetting his situation, questioned Dunn.

Damn, this **** from the Northern Continent actually mistook himself for the "indulgence faction" kind of evil spirit full of blood and turbidity, and thought that the resentful souls in the mining area were all spread by himself!

Although the "Rose School" and "Alien" Extraordinary are really good at this, but reasoning is not so useful, is there a case of evil spirits that scare people to death in the future? Isn't your Extraordinary of the "Insomniac" path? Doubt yourself?

"I said, I seem to have made a mistake." Dunn avoided Bruce's eyes, got up and poured a cup of coffee, and even didn't forget to get some water for Bruce.

Bruce looked at the glass of water and licked his dry lips. After a moment of silence, he suddenly explained:

"The "Temperance School" used to be another faction in the Rose School, and although it is now, there are not many real members left..."

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