Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"So, that existence reshaped my heart after my death, and dealt with the pollution of the evil **** by the way?" Dunn's deep gray eyes were lowered, and the eyelashes were shadowy in front, making it difficult to see the emotions behind.

Under Edmund's suggestion, the two of them have left the cemetery, which is not suitable for conversation, and moved to a restaurant with relatively good reputation in Tingen.

Admiring the hazy halo of candles lit by the table and hitting the red wine bottle, Edmund reservedly swallowed the fruit in his mouth and wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin before answering Dunn's question.

"Shouldn't you directly call the "God of Mysteries", and call this great **** who gave you a second life Lord?"

"I am the guardian of the goddess. On the first day I joined the night watchman, I swore that I would always remain faithful to the goddess belief." Dunn's face was full of seriousness, and he bravely looked directly at the belief in front of him. Different angels, "This is not only my promise, but also my promise to my companions."

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With no emotion on his face, Edmund held up the red wine that he had been awake for a while, and drank it without following the rules. It seemed that he remembered something, the corners of his mouth kept rising and he smiled.

This action made Dunn, who had just made a "blasphemous" remark in front of an angel under the seat of a god, panic a little.

Although his belief in the goddess gave him great courage, even though in the spiritual world, his dead comrades in arms were standing behind him.

But for Dunn, who has already died once, he will not really get rid of the fear of death because of this. He is very clear about what an angel means, and he is even more aware that if this hard-won second life is lost, he will lose his life. Will pass her a second time.

"Don't be afraid, many of my lord's favored people didn't believe in my lord at the very beginning." It seemed that he had already satisfied his need for human nature. Edmund was in a good mood and played happily. Looking at the exquisite table knife engraved with patterns, "My Lord has always used his love and might to convince believers. This is not a serious problem."

"One day in the future, no matter what it is for, you will always worship the Lord from the bottom of your heart and recognize His greatness."

"For example, you will find that if you want to take revenge on the murderer who secretly led the Tingen massacre, then chanting the name of my lord is your best means."

The murderer who created the conspiracy... Dunn, who has been silent on the other side of the dining table, endured hunger without moving anything on the table, was suddenly aroused by what he cared about the most.

"Is that the archbishop who defected, Ince Zangwill?"

"Yes, and the 0-08 in his hand." Edmund nodded without hesitation, and then turned his left hand that had been idle, a dark purple haze surged from his palm, "He has obtained Celine Na's ashes should have been promoted to Sequence Four."

The dark purple haze gradually filled in, and along with Edmund Jason's low words, it gradually solidified into a miniature silver book.

Under the support of the invisible breeze, the miniature silver book slowly slid towards Dunn.

What's this? Looking at the strange book that suddenly appeared in front of him, Dunn glanced inquiringly at the angel opposite who had been cynical since the meeting, wanting to know what was recorded in it.

Edmund was unmoved and didn't make any answer. He just looked at Dunn silently, tapping his fingers on the dining table covered with the luxurious tablecloth unconsciously.

"An angel won't use this method to torture me. He doesn't need to resurrect me and then kill me." Dunn thought of a lousy novel that Klein and Leonard had criticized before, calmly. Opened the miniature book made of sterling silver.

"Night watchman, the main ingredient of potion..."

"Correspondence Ritual: Under the blessing of a high-sequence remains corresponding to one's own sequence, try to accommodate a piece of absolute darkness..."

For a while, only Dunn's sound of flipping the metal pages was left in the sealed dining room box, and even the breathing of the two of them could be clearly heard.

"Is this the potion formula and the corresponding ritual of the Sequence Four of the 'Sleepless' pathway?" Dunn closed the book made of metal and gently pushed it back in Edmund's direction.

The angel did not refute, although his hands did not make any action, but a cluster of black illusory flames suddenly rose up on the silver-white book, expanded and burned, and returned to nothingness with the entire book, leaving no trace on the supple tablecloth. trace.

"Yes, the true formula of 'Night Watchman', if you want to take revenge on a demigod, then you must at least become a demigod, the gap between Sequence Five and a saint is very different, there are very few Sequence Five Able to kill a demigod, even with a powerful Sealed Artifact."

"This is the "God of Mysteries", um, the gift of existence?" Dunn looked at the place where the silver book disappeared just now, his voice a little misty.

"If you really don't know what to call him, you can also call my master Mr. Fool, which may be more acceptable."

To be honest, Edmund didn't understand why the Lord suggested that he could change his name when he was preaching, and chose the sequence zero "The Fool" of the "diver" as his alternate name when he met him and Roman recently.

Perhaps to seize this perfect opportunity to return to the divine position?

This is also what the "Hidden Mother" and the great creator expected... Edmund immediately changed his tone, and there was a hint of laziness in his voice.

"This is not a gift, it just shows you the possibility of revenge, but if you can really be promoted to become a 'Soul Master' and a 'Spirit Witch', I can also provide you with this formula for free."

Promotion... Dunn, who was poked into the depths of his heart, suddenly recalled the conversation he had with Klein before he confronted Megaos.

"I may not be able to get promoted normally." After thinking for a while, Dunn still expressed his helplessness.

Edmund, who was wearing a gorgeous formal suit, did not ask the reason, but his eyes became dark and dark, and his dark blue eyes were dyed with a purple color, becoming cold and ruthless.

Under the blessing of the "eye of peeping", Edmund, like a sophisticated instrument, cooperated with the particles of light that were constantly reorganizing in his mind, quickly analyzed it, and figured out Dunn's concerns.

"Why do you have to swallow so many traits of the Sleepless One and Midnight Poet? The higher-ups of the Church of the Evernight should not allow you to swallow so many traits. It's a waste for them."

Dunn, who saw the secret at a glance, took a deep breath, and then slowly let it out, with a heavy tone.

"These are the legacy of my teammates, the shadows they left in this world. The top of the church acquiesced to my approach."

"Do you want to use the spiritual legacy of Beyonder characteristics to remember the deceased?" After being silent for a few seconds, Edmund's tone was a little flat, and the magnetic voice contained the heaviness of the years.

"To be honest, it's an improvement of the times that you haven't been condemned as a heretic by the Evernight Church. This approach is more similar to the teachings of the Church of Death."

"Apocalypse of the Night, Chapter 7, Section 3, any remembrance is futile, the living who are still walking, the dead who have finished their journey, we miss them as if we love ourselves, peace is everything home."

"Be pious. Their departure is just a gentle walk into the good night when they came. Let us peacefully wish all their traces to be as peaceful as the darkness."

"Doesn't your behavior of swallowing the potion in order to preserve their spiritual residue just violate the words in this holy scripture?"

Dunn, who was a little nervous when Edmund understood his inner thoughts, suddenly became numb.

The verse that Edmund Jason recited just now was a theory put forward by a then archbishop of the Church of the Goddess at the end of the Fourth Epoch. The content of the Holy Code, now that Requiem has become popular, is a relatively unpopular part.

Is this really an angel of an unknown god? Why does He understand the contents of the holy scriptures so well, and why is this tone so similar to the archbishop of the church... Dunn was stunned in place, reflecting that it took him a long time to regain his thoughts.

"If they are digested according to the 'playing method', their spiritual imprint will be erased, right?"

Looking at Dunn's frown, Edmund answered without any hesitation:

"Of course, the spiritual residue of your companions is also a kind of pollution. You shouldn't want to be schizophrenic, right?"

Dunn, who received an affirmative answer, did not respond, closed his eyes in pain, and covered his face with his hands, covering his emotions.

This experienced and extremely mature Captain of the Nighthawk also has his own softness and immaturity in his heart. He can't really abandon his comrades who fought side by side, even if he finds a way to quickly keep up with Dai Li. At that time, he was only excited for a moment, and then fell into hesitation and hesitation again.

If he has successfully digested the potion and has been promoted successfully, what will happen to the companion who was still "living" in his mind before, and whether he has to leave Tingen, who has been guarding and living.

He couldn't be any more selfish.

Seemingly seeing through his entanglement, Edmund didn't push him, he just packed up the dishes, stood up straight, and motioned for Dunn to follow and leave.

"You don't actually have to make a judgment so quickly, I will prepare a fake identity that is real enough for you, and I will provide you with props to hide yourself. You can take this opportunity to settle down and trace the involvement of Tingen. Lanvus and Ince Zangwill of the incident, to complete the first step of revenge."

"I think in the process, you will find what you really need and make a reasonable decision."

"The status of a favored person is both a blessing and a curse, but if you don't want to be promoted, no one can force you. At most, it's just taking back your gifted life."

"Believe me, the living is far more precious than the dead."

The slightly pale hands clenched and let go, Dunn sighed silently, and followed Edmund's pace.

"Your Highness, where are we going now?"

"Backlund."

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"Backlund..."

Having walked to the street next to the cemetery, Klein, who was examining the map in front of the steam locomotive booth, moved his lips slightly, and softly read out his destination.

Before he left the gray fog, he had already predicted the locations of Ince Zangwill and Lanvus, and had also predicted the places that could provide opportunities to become stronger.

"The capital of all cities" Backlund, the place in the world that can best be called a steel jungle, is a symbol of civilization.

"But how do I get in touch with Lanvus, who is hiding in the dark, and the more dangerous Ince Zangwill?" He touched his empty pockets, sighed, and looked away from the map and the ticket booth. He silently turned and walked out of the train station.

Because he had just climbed out of the grave, Klein, who was penniless, could only wait until the next day to withdraw the deposit in his bearer account.

The reason why he didn't seek help from "Mystery", who also claimed to be Zhou Mingrui, was not only because he was afraid that the other party would mislead him and set a trap for him unknowingly.

After all, judging from the fact that he can actually influence the gray fog, he may be the avatar of what he calls humanity, or he may be a "traverser" with the same identity as him, a person who inadvertently acquired an identity that could threaten his status while he was sleeping. determining factor.

"It seems to be the former now. I have already prayed to the goddess several times, but I don't seem to get a response..." Klein walked alone through the relatively spacious street because it was located on the outskirts of the city.

There are few pedestrians and carriages here, not to mention it is late at night~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The quiet darkness and the cold wind all around made Klein mistakenly think that he had entered another world by mistake. A cold world cut off from others.

Going against the dim street lights on both sides of the road, he walked all the way from the desolate railway station to Zoetland Street, which was lit with a few lights sporadically, to the silent Daffodil Street.

Klein's hand was hanging on the door lock of a house. He put his hand into his pocket familiarly, but found that he forgot his key and almost knocked on the wooden door.

"What am I doing..." Klein looked at the familiar nameplate on the door and smiled bitterly, "I will definitely scare Benson and Melissa if I knock on the door now..."

He seemed to have seen Melissa panicked, but still hugged him tightly, while Benson opened his mouth to persuade him.

After a few hesitations, Klein couldn't rest assured after all. He couldn't forget what he saw in the gray fog. Brother and sister were crying secretly at night, tossing and turning, haggard like a soulless corpse.

With the ability of the "clown", he climbed the eaves of the house a few times and stuck it outside the window on the second floor.

Klein silently listened to the silence in the house, and through his spiritual vision, he could clearly see the two figures whose colors were abnormal and were almost on the verge of being sick.

His brows were furrowed and stretched, his chin buried in the collar, and he finally swallowed the honorary name that slipped to his mouth, and let go of his hands and landed on the lawn in front of the house.

The thin "Clown" limped away from the house shrouded in grief behind him.

He didn't dare to look back, didn't dare to explore how heavy the strong color was, he could only keep guilt in his throat and repent again and again.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."