Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"Where else do you want to escape?" The broad sword in Angelboda's hand was wrapped in pale white flames, and the body of the sword was cast like the afterglow of dusk.

The huge spiritual body in front of her was holding the bone sickle blade in both hands, and golden patterns faintly appeared on the dark gray tattered robe, neutralizing the spiritual flame that seemed to be unable to be extinguished.

"It's not a wise choice to chase a powerful spirit creature in the spirit world, especially a spirit with 'apprentice' ability." The spirit shrouded in dark gray robes turned his hands, and the middle section of the bone sickle followed suit. The rotation revealed strips of translucent insects that were constantly wriggling and entangled, causing the spirit world to vibrate.

Angelboda erected the broad sword in front of her on alert, and an invisible barrier was built in front of her. It seemed that she could expand into a barrier of light at any time as long as she wanted.

"Aren't you afraid of attracting Amon, or Zaratul, who has gone mad?"

Angelboda, who was asking in a low voice, suddenly stopped talking, as if he had discovered something, and the vertical eyes shrouded in the eagle-headed helmet slowly looked above him.

Although the spiritual world itself does not have the concept of direction, for Beyonders or spiritual world creatures, they all have their own unique ways to determine the coordinates of each node in the spiritual world.

For example, the "Dread Bishop" of the Night Path is best at temporarily demarcating a space in the spiritual world, isolating it temporarily from the chaos, and acting as the home ground for his own battles.

At this moment, the area around Angelboda is undoubtedly covered with a 'secret' aura.

However, 'secret' and 'secret' are also different, and they will have different flavors due to the different nature of the source of power.

In the eyes of Angelboda, who has been with the "secret" holy emblem all the year round, the "secret" that is blocking this place is undoubtedly from the "secret attendant", the fortune-teller's Sequence One.

And according to her own knowledge, there should be no fortune-teller angels who can still move.

"You..." Angelboda's voice was a little distorted for a while, with rare hoarseness and choking.

But the huge spiritual body opposite her didn't seem to be interested in listening to her question. She opened her arms, and the entire bone sickle was broken into two halves.

The coordinates of the spiritual world were quickly confused. In the visual picture, after a flash of snowflakes, Angelboda's figure disappeared instantly, as if it had never existed.

On a small island in the Sunya Sea, the nearly three-meter tall knight stepped on the reef on the shore. After being stunned for a while, he accepted the new scene in front of him with relief.

She admired the rising sun that was born on the Sunia Sea. The morning light spread all over her dark heavy armor, with the reflection of the metal, it was like a holy light descending.

"Grafting." Angelboda sneered secretly, and took off the eagle-shaped helmet on his head with both hands, revealing the pale blue skin underneath and the one-eyed vertical pupil that was absolutely eye-catching.

The sea of ​​Sunia is covered with a layer of foam-like mist, and the waves occasionally penetrate the mist layer, bringing up a silver-white flying fish covered in golden light, which attracts the seagulls in the sky to cheer from time to time, echoing this fashionable and soft wave. .

After 1,300 years, the sound of the waves still remains in Scanatos of the Sunya Sea.

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After breakfast, Klein, who had already slept at home, decided to go to the company.

He pushed open the door of 36 Zoetland Street as usual, bowed slightly to the clerk who was on duty at the front desk in place of Roshan, who had asked for leave because of seeing Kernley, and then passed the cross-cutting obstacle familiarly and came to the In front of the captain's office.

He stared at the wooden door that he had knocked on many times, and fell silent for a while, not knowing what to do.

After taking a deep breath for several times, he finally summoned up his courage, knocked on the wooden door of the captain's office, and heard the familiar "please come in", but this time the sound was more tired and less muffled.

Klein gently opened the door, and his eyes fell on Dunn Smith who was sitting behind the table. Seeing his completely different image from before, there was no surprise on his face.

Dunn had already taken off his coat at this time. He only had a white shirt and a black vest on his body. He was holding coffee as usual, and the newspaper was spread out on the table.

It's just that although his eyes are still deep, they really lack the brilliance that is very lively on weekdays. On the higher hairline, the black hair combed to the back is slightly withered, and the face with rigid lines shows obvious haggard. .

His empty eyes turned to Klein, who was caught in the door frame, and he regained his focus. He opened his mouth and said nothing. He just raised his finger and pointed to the empty chair in front of him.

Klein didn't shirk, he naturally sat opposite the captain, and couldn't say anything for a while.

The two of them maintained this strange atmosphere, only the sound of Dunn sipping his coffee sounded from time to time.

"Captain, I suddenly remembered that the demigod gave us the 'psychic' characteristic, I was a little confused and didn't pay attention." Klein touched his chin a little embarrassedly, and did not dare to stop at Dunn's face , can only stop in confusion on the newspaper on the desktop.

Dunn put down the coffee cup that had been raised to his lips, was silent for two seconds, and suddenly said:

"I've put that feature behind Chanis Gate."

Phew, Klein saw that the captain did not shy away, so he tentatively asked the question he cared about most.

"Then what about the demigod, do you have to report it to the church truthfully?"

If you really tell the church that it doesn't look like the demigod of the Church of the Righteous God, he helped the Night Watch team to eliminate the cultists, and in the end, because he didn't want to reveal his actions, he took a piece that should have been kept behind the Chanis Gate. The Sealed Artifact even paid a corresponding characteristic as an apology... Klein could think that the most likely decision made by the sanctuary was to count the team members who participated in the operation this time. One, after they are all locked in the Chanis Gate, check whether they have suffered hidden pollution.

Obviously, Dunn, who was opposite him, didn't seem to think so much, or in other words, his long-standing status did not allow him to take care of so much. He nodded without hesitation, and said his plan as usual.

"I will truthfully report the whole operation to the church, and I will cooperate with the corresponding investigation. Well, I can't be sure that you will not be implicated, but Kernli, his health is not very good now, and he is also in the operation. Remaining in a coma, he should not be questioned by the 'Red Gloves'."

"Don't be too nervous, I have written my dereliction of duty and misjudgment of the enemy in the corresponding report. You should not be subject to too much scrutiny."

Has it been reported to the church? Klein didn't know how to answer for a while, but he couldn't help but feel relieved and understood what the captain was doing.

"As the person in charge of a night watcher team in the city, the loss of the sealed item involves the coming of the power of the 'Evil God'. The captain must report the specific situation to the church immediately." logic.

He raised his head and glanced at Dunn's eyes with light bags under the eyes. The heaviness in his heart became stronger and his lips moved.

"Has the church responded?"

"No specifics yet, the church only gave the most basic reply." Dunn licked his dry lips and continued, "They decided to turn Kernli into a logistics staff first, and temporarily take care of some safer things after the injury. task, and will pay him a pension of 1,000 pounds."

"Is this an attempt to make Kernli quit the Nighthawks?" Klein interrupted Dunn's words with a more pressing tone.

Fortunately, Dunn knew that he was caring about Kernley's life in the future, and he didn't feel the discomfort of being contradicted, but his voice was still a little hoarse.

"No, it's not quitting, but he won't be allowed to stay on the front line anymore. He may be transferred to the corresponding police department to help the corresponding case."

As injured and disabled low-sequence Beyonders, it is difficult for them to deal with the dangers that may arise at any time, and it is also difficult for them to integrate into normal society. If they live as normal people, they will be monitored by official forces and even their own colleagues. , so that it can be suppressed at the first time when it is out of control.

Feysac's God of War Church often uses similar methods to treat its own disabled people, but because of Feysac's long-standing culture, no one will resist this treatment, but will rely on "warriors" to bring With excellent physical strength, he actively went to the docks and forest farms to find a job as a porter.

Dunn looked at Klein who nodded slightly, took a sip of coffee, and added what he had just interrupted and left unfinished.

"As for the review mentioned by the church, they haven't decided what form it will take, but they will appoint a senior deacon to follow the 'peepers' assigned to us to conduct a preliminary inspection at that time."

The sanctuary doesn't seem to think that the captain and I have been polluted. Do they know the true identity of the demigod? Klein was a little puzzled, but nodded to indicate that he understood, and adjusted his sitting position in response.

"Team..." Klein looked up and wanted to ask something~www.wuxiamtl.com~ but found Dunn opened his mouth too, so he politely gave the captain the opportunity to speak.

Dunn was stunned for a moment, then in a mellow voice, he ordered as usual:

"Frye is on duty today, but he went to cooperate with the police to dispose of the body of the servant in Mrs. Sharon's house. Sika is still guarding the Chanis Gate. Go and replace her. She has persisted for more than a day."

Klein frowned, responded without hesitation, left the captain's office swiftly, and walked quickly to the ground, ready to replace Sika, who was already very tired.

Then, in the dim light, he saw Sika, whose eyes were lost, and walked directly into the duty room outside Chanis' door.

The thirty-something-year-old woman who had left the peak of her body shook her head vigorously. Instead of leaving her seat immediately, she looked at Klein, who had no obvious scars, and asked urgently:

"Is Cornley all right?"

"Kenli is out of danger and is now recuperating." Klein quickly answered his teammate's question, and then he stammered, "That is, he lost his left arm, and he may not be able to work in the Nighthawks in the future. ."

There was no joy on Sika's face, who could rest immediately. Instead, a wry smile appeared on his face, and he staggered to his feet.

"As long as I don't lose my life, praise the goddess for not letting me receive such a heavy blow again."

She deliberately avoided some of the pain that no one wanted to recall. She walked towards the entrance of the spiral staircase with vain steps, and left the ground under Klein's gaze.

Klein, who was alone, stared blankly at the place where Sika left just now, sighed, turned around and entered the duty room shrouded in gas lights, closing the door.