Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

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On Thursday, in the evening, Danitz looked at Gehrman Sparrow in aboriginal attire:

"The local forces I'm visiting today, um, are also from the indigenous church. In the name of the captain, they have little demand for Beyonder materials, food and weapons."

Speaking of which, Danitz looked at Gehrman Sparrow a few times, and rarely felt that he had the initiative.

"Blue Mountain Island is like Bayam. There is not much development value in it, and the land is relatively barren. Even the port is basically only visited by local business pirates."

"So it's obvious that those who dress up in Beilu will encounter very serious rejection and hostility. Although there will be a bright face, it will be late... hehe!"

Danitz laughed a little badly, but before Gehrman was stunned, he saw Gehrman Sparrow, dressed as a Loen gentleman, turned his head sideways. As his cold gaze swept across, his deep facial features were fast and soft. The pale complexion was instantly stained with bronze, and in just one movement, he changed his species, and even his clothes were twisted into the wide-leg pants and brown leather jackets often worn by indigenous people.

How much power does the guy have?

Danitz was dumbfounded, frightened and frightened, and took two steps back in spite of himself.

It is rumored that Qilingus can also simulate various abilities, including changing his appearance. Damn, if Gehrman also inherited this ability, if he becomes a captain, can he find out?

"Look, the problem is solved." Danitz turned around stiffly, smiled dryly, and hurriedly changed the subject.

"Looking at the face, that group of believers of the sea **** also understands them as invisible rebels. Although the mobs rebelled against the colonial government, they are more or less closely related to each other."

"After all, the Rhosid Islands are just the thing. The natives are more willing to marry the natives, and they can be relatives just by dragging the street."

Rebels?

Klein was stunned for a second, and looked randomly in the direction Danitz pointed.

There is a pool of meerschaum piled up between the squares decorated with colorful flags of bright red and various colors. A group of locals kneels around the central pool, densely packed, in a circle, or kneeling, or prostrate, or muttering Or sing, with a pious but numb expression.

Strangely, the pool surrounded by worshipers was almost dry, and the strange blue water traces stuck to the bottom of the pool, and even completely covered the bottom edge, but it still stopped evaporating, and the diffuse spiritual aura enveloped the main square.

Klein wanted to see more clearly, but Danitz grabbed the corner of his shirt.

A well-known pirate lowered his head and suppressed his voice:

"Walk from the side."

"The boat asked the captain, many of these natives have not received "God's grace", they are upright, and they can do anything in a hurry."

Klein nodded thoughtfully, followed Danitz along the edge of the street, and turned into a four-story house on the right.

On the narrow stairs, Danitz, who turned his head and looked back before taking two steps, was finally relieved after confirming that there was no tracking.

"What "divine grace"?" Klein asked suddenly.

Danitz, who had just relaxed, heard a sensitive question, and became nervous again, and his voice was lower than before.

"As for the manifestation of the gods after the blood sacrifice, I hope to use the blood sacrifice to please the sea gods in exchange for the protection power of the gods. There are many kinds of things. Only recently, the colonial government will arrest a group of sea **** believers every two months. Pirates are also rampant. Help Even if the natives want to catch the sacrifice, they will find it, and they will also gather from their own, so they pay more attention to "God's grace"."

Danitz walked faster and faster, staring intently at the wooden door at the farthest corner of the stairs, deviating from the topic at the end.

"In short, it is best to mention anything about God, especially the same belief."

With that said, Danitz knocked on the door on the left, and the room that had been buzzing just now became quiet.

After more than ten seconds, a deep voice finally sounded inside.

"Who?"

The experienced Danitz also noticed the violation and replied with a wink at Gehrman.

"A friend who delivers wine and barbecue."

Happening?

Klein stared at Danitz winking, his right hand "substitute" opened silently, and cooperated with Spirit Vision to penetrate the uncharacteristic wooden door, and put everything behind the door into his eyes.

One, two...six, five men and one woman... The expressionless Klein suddenly raised his eyebrows with a rare surprise in his eyes.

I actually saw a "cooked".

"where?"

When asked another question inside, Klein made a gesture and motioned Danitz to answer as usual. He folded his five fingers together with Silently's right hand, and adjusted the Creeping Hunger to a critical state with his left hand, holding his cane tightly.

Danitz stepped back, "Sea."

Following Klein's movements, he reached inside his jacket with his right hand, and secretly held the handle of the revolver, waiting for the door to open.

Squeak, a naked man with sea snake tattoos all over his body opened the door, revealing a pair of eyes that were almost cold-blooded.

Danitz was swept away by those eyes and forbade frowning, but quickly returned to calm.

Like a cold-blooded animal, Gehrman gave him a sense of oppression that was originally an aboriginal with super eyesight.

Klein stared at the man who was looking at him and didn't speak. He just buried his head lower, counted the seconds, turned to Danitz, and walked into the room.

A row of black muzzles was facing the door. Danitz, who didn't expect to spread out, was stunned, so he could barely make his face look ugly.

The sound of the door being closed came from behind. Klein felt the coldness behind his waist, and his eyes scanned the revolver, rifle, and even the steam rifle held by the native Fang, and finally landed on the suspected native leader—a man in a wheelchair. —Besides, there is a woman with slender eyebrows and blue eyes, who is not attractive even if her face is covered by black veil.

"Karate, what do you mean?"

Danitz, who was also held back by the barrel of the gun, laughed awkwardly. The man in the wheelchair pulled his hands from his jacket and raised his hands above his head.

"Flame." The man with a shaved head and a beard in heat on both sides of his cheeks smiled slowly, just like seeing an old friend.

"I heard that you just killed "Steel" and "Blood Thorns"?"

"How could he die?" Danitz retorted weakly.

Karate blinked indifferently, ignoring the words of "Flame" entering the stream, and his eyes slowly moved to the featureless native face next to "Flame".

He looked carefully at Zhang Jian's special face, and then glanced at the woman beside him whose facial features were covered, her voice low.

"Did an adventurer help kill?"

"Everyone outside said it."

Uh... Danitz suddenly choked, his cheeks flushed red, and he knew how to explain it.

Just when he was blocked and learned how to fight back, Danitz, who was standing on the side, suddenly made a move that shocked everyone.

Klein clapped his hands, and the innumerable disgusting sarcoma suddenly turned his cheeks. The ordinary face full of indigenous features instantly returned to Gehrman's thin and tough look. His knife-like gaze was directed to his frowning brows, which seemed to burst out at any moment. lady, word for word:

"Meet again, "Disease General"."

What?

Danitz was stunned when he heard Gehrman's name spit out, but the aboriginals who were in a circle with guns at them were also startled, but their bodies were tense and wanted to pull the trigger.

In the face of the spiritual warning that suddenly rose, Klein's left hand suddenly burst into gold, and all the aborigines in the room except Carla Tracy let out a miserable wailing, as if seeing some extremely terrifying scene, his legs were paralyzed, and he fell to the ground. , all kinds of guns scattered all over the place.

Klein folded the five fingers of his right hand, held the long sword turned into a cane high against Karat's throat, and looked at the "sick general" whose body must have already left the room, and his voice was indifferent:

"No malice."

Danitz, who had regained his freedom, also responded, hehe smiled, and added:

"Yes, I just want to put weapons at home and have a good chat."

Karat's face was rather ugly, and his hands on his knees trembled slightly.

"Unleash weapons?"

Where to put weapons, clearly unilaterally disarm!

Looking at the long sword that could easily tear his throat, Karat could only swallow his anger and panic, and forcibly calmed down:

"Look at the enemy of the "disease general" in the pavilion?"

Klein shook his head and looked at Tracy, who was essentially sitting in the position where she projected a phantom through the mirror.

"I'm afraid I hope to cooperate in hunting "Blood General" to consider one."

A word is like a request, but more like an order.

Listening to the unfamiliar adventurer's rude tone, Tracy, whose body had already moved to the street, quickly pondered the pros and cons, and smiled instead.

"Hunting Senor?"

"Why believe it?"

Klein thought about it carefully, and said his conditions in a serious manner:

"Thinking about the "Death" literature, and thinking about the demigod or sect behind it, there is a conflict."

The demigods behind him... The Witches Sect?

Tracy was a little surprised, and after thinking about her situation, she lost her thoughts and thought about the adventurer's proposal.

"But still believe, or rather, how to believe?"

Although the adventurer who is sure is the same as himself in Sequence Five, he has never been able to determine the path of the other party, and he also knows the details of the other party. He has been talking with his fists with the cooperation of Tihai, and now he has lost the fleet, and there are only two people in the good state. He did not cooperate in the slightest to protect his own confidence.

"Flame." Klein slowly smiled and mentioned a name that surprised him.

Ignoring the bewildered Danitz, he calmly explained:

"I have persuaded "General Iceberg" to assign "Flame" to do the liaison and hand over the blood of "Flame"."

"If you think the situation is favorable, you can kill it with a curse."

"The iceberg will definitely be released."

shit! Danitz looked in shock at Gehrman, who planned to use his life as a bargaining chip. He gritted his teeth and stomped his feet but knew how to do it, so he could only convey his satisfaction with glares.

But unfortunately, Tracy didn't even look at Klein and Danitz's protest.

""Flame"?" Tracy glanced at Danitz, who was jumping furiously, her blue eyes filled with a mocking smile.

"It's not enough. If the blood is there, maybe I should consider it."

blood?

The corner of Klein's mouth smiled even more, and the negotiation with Ming was on the verge of success. He put the long sword against Karat's throat and became more casual:

"In addition to blood, add another condition to "flame"."

Of course, I am afraid of the witch's curse. The witch's curse is based on the ability of the extraordinary connection between the blood and the body. It only needs to climb the gray fog. The breath of the gray fog can automatically wash the connection between the blood and the body.

In the face of Tracy's request, to exchange blood, such an abnormal behavior will only arouse the suspicion of the "illness general". On the contrary, according to the behavior logic of a normal Beyonder, rejecting the proposal can win the trust of the other party even more.

When the negotiation reaches a dead end, it is normal to mention that the other party can uniformly remove the roof and open the windows.

"Third-party notarization."

Sure enough, Tracy didn't hold onto Klein's blood, pointing to Karat in the wheelchair.

"The sacrifice of Zhi obtained a long sword with the breath of the sea **** for notarization."

"Use that long sword to take the testimony oath."

Karat's eyes flashed with perceptible surprise, and then he suddenly added:

"no problem."

He hurriedly seized the opportunity, pushed the wheelchair and took a bone sword like a child's spine from a blanket behind him, holding Klein's eyes in both hands.

A long sword with the breath of the sea god, is Gehrman a fool?

Although Danitz was still angry that Gehrman used his life as a bargaining chip, he also laughed at the "illness general" from Gehrman's point of view. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

Beyonders with a little common sense know that they can touch all items related to the unknown, not to mention Gehrman...

"no problem."

Clam? Seeing that Gehrman took the bone sword from Kalat's hand without hesitation, Danizba almost fell to the ground.

Klein silently recited the honorable name of "Mystery", his expression changed, and he held the bone sword, allowing the violent and **** spirituality of the Sea God to invade from his wrist.

The storm and the endless roar ripped through his brain. The mixed colors of blood red and azure occupied Klein's field of vision. Tracy forbeared and made an oath in slight shock. Then, with a hint of disguise, he let go and returned the bone sword to Karat. .

The frantic reprimand from "Mystery" arrived as promised, but Klein didn't hear it at all. He straightened his collar, bowed to Tracy, and smiled lightly.

"It's time."

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