Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

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A mouse with light gray fur shuttled between the legs of the table full of heating and pungent alcohol, and its big brown-black eyes swept across the calves with their trousers pulled together. As the crazy turning revealed, Looking up at the invisible thing that made him feel uneasy all the time.

The dense threads of spiritual bodies were loosely floating in the sky above the tavern, sometimes to the left at the same time, and sometimes several were waved by an invisible hand.

Squeak, squeak, squeak!

The mouse under the table leg was suddenly startled, its two round eyes were full of fear, and a big, craggy face filled its vision.

The delirious pirate looked at this frightened little creature, but did not move, just smiled dumbly, his two eyes kept rolling up with the giggling, and the rough skin slowly wriggled, revealing the bones underneath. .

In no time, the pirate who bowed his head and smiled at the mouse turned into an out-and-out monster, shaking his big face separated from flesh and blood, grabbed the immobile mouse in front of him, and swallowed it into his stomach.

After doing all this, he quickly smoothed out the weirdness that shouldn't appear on the faces of ordinary pirates, sat back like a normal person, and returned to the drinking game with other pirates.

The whole bar was peaceful.

"Do you have anything else to add?"

In the private room, Tracy looked carefully at the adventurer on the opposite side who brought her great pressure, and the fingers holding the diamond bracelet were unconsciously tangled.

Gehrman, who turned into a close-up puppet, thought about it carefully, and his expression lacking warmth softened a little.

"Lieutenant General Iceberg." "

He conveyed the conditions that another batch of secret puppets heard from Klein, and looked at Tracy, who didn't keep up with the train of thought, and said:

"Lieutenant General Iceberg will probably arrive at Bayam around the same time as Senor. "

"She'll be our necessary insurance when we take advantage of the natives to deal with Senor."

Indigenous?

What's this about the natives?

Tracy pursed her lips and frowned.

"I don't understand, if you want to take advantage of the Seagod believers, I'm afraid they will not have much energy left in the confrontation with the Church of the Storm."

"That's not a problem." Puppet Gehrman didn't explain his thoughts, just shook his head.

Instead, he took out a piece of white paper from his arms, and shook it in front of the "Lieutenant General of Disease", the master and servant, and the brand-new white paper was instantly covered with a layer of text.

"You just need to hand this over to the demigod behind you..." The corner of Miu Gehrman's mouth cracked into a smile, "It should be Katarina, right?"

"She will tell you what to do."

Tracy, who was easily exposed as her mother, became more and more certain that the adventurer sitting opposite her at this time might be a real demigod with a changed appearance.

He hurriedly took the paper, hesitated for a moment, and glanced at the content on the paper without a trace.

On the brand-new stationery, the few words written by Illusion were in full view, and it looked a bit like the typeface on her mother's favorite document.

"Happy Halloween."

......

The "God of Mysteries" slept in the ancient times and woke up at the call of the Lord. "

"She is the head of miracles, the scroll of fate, the reflection of the ignorance of all things, and the greatness that transcends spirituality."

"The Lord said that when time flows again and the sky is broken and broken, she will be the first ray of light in the end."

"It was also from the time this was added to the canon that I don't know where it came from, and the news that the awakening day of the "God of Mystery" was called Halloween spread to every city-state ruled by my father. "

Amon smiled habitually, flipping through the outdated animal skin holy book in his hand, half smiling and half sighing.

"I remember that Halloween was supposed to be my father's day... Ghost Day?"

"It sounds like a holiday that Salinger would love."

Pushing the monocle on his eye socket, Amon put away the holy book and took a step forward to steal the distance between himself and his destination.

The surrounding light suddenly dimmed, and in the disorderly place where the spiritual world and reality collided, the huge illusory head danced with tentacles that had been violently pieced together on the cross-section of the bones, roaring and attacking like a son of god.

These tentacles snatched from various deep-sea creatures were entwined with lightning and strong winds, but they lost their target before touching Amon, were distorted by chaos, and the "wrong" space rules led them to the side.

Amon in a black robe shrugged and walked forward with a smile. The figure kept disappearing and reappearing, and soon he came to the depths of this disorderly place.

She came to a huge ruin made of countless bones.

A sturdy pillar engraved with strange patterns and symbols passed through the center of the ruins, reaching the top floor. The broken section told that it was once the pillar of a palace, but in the face of too long a time, everything was old.

Amon recognized this type of pillar. In the age of the Elf King, including in the Elf city ruled by her father, this type of pillar often appeared in churches and other occasions, symbolizing a bridge to communicate with the gods.

"Except for the place sheltered by Gonasim, this should be the best-preserved place in the Five Seas..." Amon's gaze stayed at the top of the broken pillar for a second, and he muttered to himself.

However, she quickly put aside her interest in acting as an archaeologist, and looked down at the bottom of the pillar, which attracted her even more.

It was a thin young man whose whole body was hidden in the gray-white fog and lightning storm. A pair of shattered eyes revealed absolute rationality.

This is the "God of Mystery" that she has never seen before, a state that existed before her birth and was preserved by the fog of history.

Unstoppable, the blue-black mildew spots pierced Amon's skin, and an unprecedented strong desire spread from Beyonder characteristics to his internal organs.

Amon with a slightly distorted face listened to the magnified "Tianzun" babbling, skillfully found the "error" in the rules, and distributed the negative state that caused her pain to the spirit world wandering in this disorderly land. creatures and real creatures.

In an instant, the covered corpse and the distorted spiritual body filled the space between the spiritual world and reality. The guards who wandered back outside the palace were busy, and the thick silver and white rose and fell one after another.

"With such a strong pollution, I have to suspect that you are actually a clone of the previous "Master of Mysteries". "

Amon kept a distance from the figure under the pillar, and straightened the monocle that he had just crooked due to a frown.

The figure who was asked moved a little... and then continued in that half-dead state as if he didn't hear anything, except that the fog in front of him was a little lighter.

She paused and looked at the silent, but the broken colors in her eyes stabilized a lot, and continued:

"Am I wrong?"

Amon put away his smile and touched his chin worriedly, Ruo You Qi.

Finally, the figure behind the fog couldn't stand it any longer. He cautiously kept a distance from him, looked at his behavior with the eyes of a patient, and opened his mouth.

"I......"

She froze for a moment, only to feel that her voice was more hoarse than she thought.

"I do not know you."

"But the smell on you is familiar to me."

The figure with dazed and doubtful eyes dissipated the fog, and asked sincerely:

"What's your relationship with her, with me... and Aarons?"

In the third era, in order to retaliate against a **** who followed him to learn Chinese, Zhou Mingrui once handed over Russian to Amon.

However, this goddess didn't take it seriously, and Zhou Mingrui was so-so in Russian, so Amon could only understand roughly, and his only interest in this language, which had no extraordinary effect, was to get closer to his father.

As a result, Amon, who is not very proficient in Russian, misheard the last part of the figure in front of him speaking in Russian.

Aarons means light... Amon slowly opened his eyes.

So what is "light with me", why does it sound like such a nasty line in modern love?

The "Angel of Time" who has lived for nearly four thousand years froze.

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