Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

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The violent and escaping flames burn endlessly, entrenched on the sea of ​​floating shadows, the colorful water that seems to contain all the colors washes away the ash thrown from the outer layer of the flames from time to time, washing the mortal eyes that cannot be seen directly. pollution.

Bernadette stayed far away from this flame, looking at the ocean of shadows that was summoned by herself, but completely inconsistent with the content of fairy tale magic, she couldn't help but doubt her life.

Her father, Emperor Roselle, had taught her a quirky fairytale magic before his fall.

However, only from the point of view of the story, the so-called "fairy tale" is not as good as a "dark fairy tale". There is no fantasy in the whole story, but the primitive sacrifices of blood and ignorance occupy most of the space.

Bernadette, who was no longer young at that time, but could only be called a girl, once asked her father ignorantly, but Roselle always had only one answer.

"This is my hometown...a legend of an ancient place, you have to remember."

Bernadette didn't understand why the content of the legend was so similar to the high-sequence ability of the "Secret Prayer" pathway, let alone why this fairy tale magic wouldn't involve the darkness in her heart after she cast it on Medici. Instead, it attracted an incomprehensible, incomprehensible ocean that contained all things, and even faintly heard the ravings of the "true creator".

"Little princess, close your eyes."

A weak voice sounded from the fireball, and Bernadette was suddenly shocked, and immediately closed her eyes, the white wings between her lips murmured growing from behind, wrapping her in layers, the repeated mysterious patterns presented incomprehensible. closed loop.

Finally, the manic fireball could no longer restrain itself. A series of explosions bombarded Bernardai's eardrums one after another, but the terrifying heat generated by the explosion caused a strange deviation when it touched the stacked wings. The picture flickered, and the swan-like white wings suddenly burst out with holy light at this moment, which was very similar to the legendary angel's wings for a while.

Not only the appearance, but the land where Bernadette was standing at the moment, the false angelic aura resisted the explosion, and the land outside the shroud of holy light cracked in a short while under the transpiration of the scorching aura, and even moved closer to the direction of melting into mud.

The orange-red fire scorched the earth, illuminating the small island at sea where the fireball was located as if it were day, and the unstoppable storm of the violent sea stopped at this moment, and a moment later, it roared with an unprecedented and more violent attitude, as if roaring. , cursing, yearning for something to return to his arms.

Above the gray fog hovering in the endless heights, the "mysterious" sight passed through the clouds and the ocean, pointing directly to the part of the spiritual world that was divided by the ancient **** Gray Jiali, and landed on a dead city-state.

The city gang was covered in fog and the loneliness of death. The peculiar inverted spiral structure was like a funnel, like the pyramids of the old days, suppressing some kind of unspeakable terror.

"Mystery" stared at it for a long time. Seeing that the city-state did not overflow with fog as imagined, he slowly retracted his line of sight. At the same time, in the depths of the spiritual world, the huge spiritual body drifting on the edge of the city-state also disappeared. The breath is fleeting.

"Is this also the "wonderful idea" of your emperor's father?"

Medici's voice passed through the isolation of the wings and got into Bernadette's ears.

She seemed to have some understanding of the fairy tale magic used by the "Master of Prophecy", and even though there was no provocative words in her words, Bernadette only frowned.

"Are you back to Sequence Two?"

The white wings slowly dissipated, and the overwhelmed closed-loop symbol also returned to nothingness. Bernadette looked at the high-spirited, skin is no longer pale, but there was a somewhat alive and warm Medici, frowning slightly.

The red angel who was in a good mood gave a "hey", looked up at the edge of the sky and looked at the "silver white thorns" that were breaking through the atmosphere, unlike the storms that could be seen everywhere in the raging sea, with a smile on his lips.

"That's understandable, but now is not the time to explain."

"Of course, if the little princess is willing to wag her tail to her father and see if the emperor will oppose the storm in her daughter's face, I will consider clarifying the matter."

Storm... means that the tyrant has his sights set on it?

The changes and occult connections caused by the promotion of angels are enough to alarm the true gods who have been paying attention!

Bernadette's eyelids twitched wildly, and he activated another fairy tale magic without hesitation, while Medici, who was beside her, looked at the side with a relaxed look.

The gate of starlight made of countless insects opened at the soles of the two of them. The unsuspecting Bernadette only felt that his body had lost his center of gravity, and his extraordinary power was suppressed by the higher-ranked red angel. arm, may be about to fall to the ground.

"You didn't want to compete with the tyrant in speed just now, did you?"

Medici's fluttering red hair fell again the moment he returned to the real world, and let go of the arm that was wrapped around Bernadette's waist.

She clapped her hands and nodded forward.

"Good job."

"The minister is frightened." The long-awaited "ancient scholar" rubbed his chest with his hands, and saluted with his left foot in front of his right foot in an asymmetrical posture that was standard in Quaternary etiquette.

Tristan humbly handed over a document to read, but the honorable Red Angel did not read it, and threw it directly to Bernadette, who had just figured out the situation.

"It's not my job."

Is it mine?

Bernadette, who was full of resentment, tried her best to take a deep breath to calm her mind. Holding the document, she couldn't help but glanced curiously.

Then, she was deeply attracted.

As a big man who almost independently supported the "Dawn of Elements", Bernadette, who has been the leader for many years, is not unfamiliar with browsing work reports, but the report of the Aurora Society still shocked Her Royal Highness and the leader.

The previous rumors turned out to be true, the Aurora Society is really reforming, and the state of the real creator is improving!

On the front page of the document, dense tables record the economic expenditure of the Aurora Society and the loss of extraordinary materials in the past six months.

And most of these figurative data point to one direction—the church.

As of last week, the Aurora Society had established eleven new churches in Ruen. These churches were different from the previous strongholds, except that they were located a little underground, and were almost the same as those of the so-called Orthodox Church.

And the content of the following pages is even more shocking. The Aurora Society actually executed a large number of members who were unwilling to obey the oracle and give up the previous camp.

Tristan glanced at Bernadette from the corner of his eye. Although he was dissatisfied, he was still indifferent.

Medici saw his careful thought, smiled nonchalantly, looked around, found an easy chair, and sat on it without caring about the image.

"Don't worry, this little princess is my collaborator."

She rubbed her chin and played with the two gems she had just brought around Bernadette's waist. She looked at the soul imprisoned in it and breathed softly.

"Compared to the unimportant ones, do you know where the big snake is?"

"I've read her honorable name, but I can't seem to get in touch."

......

At the end of the misty sea, the gods battle the ocean.

The simple-dressed young man walked on the strange road, stepping on the soft or charred soil with a leisurely or casual pace, perfectly avoiding all dangers.

Whether it was the devouring darkness, the fierce storm, or the scorching red sun, nothing could hurt the young man. Or, before these dangers appeared, the young man just left their radiation range and could only watch The young man's back is powerless.

It was not until the shadow of a black monastery appeared in the distance that the young man stopped. The exaggerated wings behind him were hanging on the ground, and the golden streamer flowed down from the tip of the feather, forming a circle of unclosed "rivers".

Ourorius, that is, the young man opened his eyes, looked at everything around him with a blurred vision, and stared blankly for a while, as if thinking about what to do next.

She found a wall covered with murals, bit her fingertips, and smeared silver blood on the wall.

Soon, under her creation, a brand new mural was completed in one go, covering the original content.

Gone are the grand paintings of the angels of fate guiding pilgrims to the gods, replaced by shadows that evaporate, and a huge veil covers the sky and envelops the blazing sun.

This painting shone with silvery white light, exuding the same breath as the "river" at the feet of Ourorius.

Unlike the previous work, which is more inclined to record, this painting is more like a future fantasy left by some kind of artist, and more inclined to the nature of prophecy.

The fair-skinned fingers suddenly stopped, and the moment before the painting was about to end and the prediction was about to guide the fate, the angel of fate fell into contemplation.

For the first time, a discordant frown appeared on her unwaveringly handsome face, as if she was struggling with something.

Looking at his own work, more and more silver and white blood flowed from his fingertips. Finally, before the blood destroyed the painting, Ourorius made up his mind.

With a flick of her finger, she drew a dark figure with one stroke.

This figure reveals a sinister blue and black, composed of endless insects, with another similar silhouette adsorbed behind it. At first glance, it looks a bit like the spirit behind the folk myth.

Ourorius twisted his fingers and added a few strokes to the "behind spirit", which destroyed the strange look and feel similar to the shadow. He added the popular top hat and cane, and even did not forget to click twice on the characters' hands. It looks like a glove.

After doing all this, she breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had completed a very tiring and extremely important job.

The Angel of Destiny is gone, leaving only a painting of a shadow swallowing the sun, a gentleman stabbing a figure in a black robe, and in the distance of the misty sea, at the entrance of the sea of ​​war, an exploration ship full of adventurers is slowly approaching .

......

In the hotel room, Danitz tried his best to control his breathing, trying his best not to make any noise to disturb Gehrman, who was taking medicine.

To be honest, he was a little curious about what the adventurer who suddenly caught a cold did when he went out, but he didn't dare to say his bold guess, so he could only silently hand over the cold medicine, waiting for Gehrman to reveal a few words.

"Just now..." Seeing Gehrman swallowing the herb, Danitz licked his lips and tried to say.

Facing Gehrman's inquiring gaze, he instinctively paused.

"Just now, our captain sent a message that the fleet of "Admiral Blood" has left the waters where the Golden Dream returned and headed towards Bayam."

"Then before you came back, the local police came once and checked the identities of all the residents, saying that there was a vicious incident near the Longmouth Fish Bar."

He speaks blatantly, and deliberately winks at the mention of the Longbill Bar.

"I saw Vice Admiral Disease." Klein coughed and said concisely.

For the first time, he avoided Danitz's sight.

"Lieutenant General Disease mastered a demigod-level spell and rescued the female pirate."

In other words, Gehrman was shriveled, and he was shriveled at the "Lieutenant General of Disease"?

Danitz almost cheered, but the few wisdom and rationality still prevented him from disliking his longevity, so he could only cheer inwardly.

After all, he does not have the demigod-level spell in the hands of Vice Admiral Disease. The captain may have it, but he will definitely not use it in such a place.

"So the clue is broken?"

He tried his best to make his expression look serious, but he hoped that Gehrman would give up voluntarily, so he stopped.

"No." Klein exhaled slowly, endured the headache and leaned against the back of the chair.

He tried to take out Gehrman's knife-like gaze as usual, but exhausted, he could only give up.

"Admiral Blood obviously got the news, and our plan remains the same."

Alright... Danitz smacked his mouth, feeling a little disappointed.

But soon, he thought of another possibility.

"I heard...I just suddenly remembered."

He looked into Gehrman's eyes, "Isn't it rumored that the Black Death was parked in a private port controlled by the natives by the "Lieutenant Admiral Disease", why don't we start from where?"

Gehrman was right, "Admiral Blood" must also know the news of "Lieutenant General Disease", and most of his attention will be devoted to Bayam.

Take the time to avoid the whirlpool of events, hide in the islands near the Rhosid Islands, and find the natives who have little combat power. It is definitely safer than facing a pirate general.

Indigenous?

Klein chewed on Danitz's proposal, and suddenly remembered Tristan's reminder. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

The "Poseidon" of the indigenous beliefs of the Rhodes Islands is essentially one of the incarnations of "mysterious"... alas, wait, if I think about it from this perspective, I might try to get close to the so-called "Poseidon", if it can be found in " With the help of "Mystery" to reawaken the incarnation, to mobilize the indigenous people who account for 80% of the population of Bayam, wouldn't it be easy to find a "Lieutenant General of Disease"?

Thinking of this, Klein couldn't help holding down his temple.

Why didn't I think of this simple relationship at first?

"Mystery" is not in a good state now, and can wake up a second-level avatar of the sequence. Even if it is not the "diver" path, she should be happy to lend a helping hand.

"Good proposal."

Klein nodded slightly, and he couldn't help coughing before he raised his head.

"Pfft!"

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