Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"Have you not considered the possibility that she is a true believer of the Creator?"

With a displeased expression on his face, Beckland glared at Rosago, who was close to him, moved two steps sideways, and turned to Helen, who was looking at him and his subordinates teasingly, with a deliberately long tone.

"This is a great deal. Even if you believe in the evil god, it's not unacceptable to me."

"Of course, for security reasons, you need to sign a contract witnessed by a 'notary'. I always have to consider my own security."

Beckland, who was pacing slowly, suddenly stopped, winked mischievously at Helen, who was sitting on the sofa without saying a word, and tried to straighten her thin chest.

"Yes, but I hope that after this commission, I prefer freedom. You always have to make me think about it, don't you?" Helen, who had been listening sideways just now, couldn't help but press her temples, rubbing hard, while replied.

Hooked... From the outsiders' point of view, a smile appeared on Beckerang's face, whose emotions were obviously amplified today. He reached back familiarly, and hooked his finger towards Rosago.

"Beautiful ladies always have privileges, but you should also think about my position. Let's sign a temporary one first. I'm more cautious..."

Heh, be cautious... Rosago looked nervously at Helen who was wearing a long monochrome dress, and there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

But to his disappointment, this woman who had just started driving meat and had mental problems at first glance nodded her head reluctantly!

Confused by what he saw in front of him, Rosago was unable to sigh, snapped his fingers to the driver behind him, and took a piece of orange paper that the other party had already taken out of his pocket.

There is a symbol corresponding to the sun on it, and a blank rectangle circled with a magic symbol, which makes people feel warm just by holding it in the hand.

Fortunately, the close-up does not sweat casually... As soon as he touched the paper, Rosago, whose palms were a little wet, quickly handed it to Beckland, with very complicated emotions in his eyes.

He watched Beckland cut off his thumb so well, and wrote down specific requirements in ancient Hermes language on the paper, and then signed a temporary contract with Helen. His heart was full of resentment, and he suddenly had a desire to complain.

As expected of a "conspirator", even if he thinks about the problem with his lower body, he doesn't forget to set the scene... What happened to him today, why is he so anxious, this is not his style, it's just like, like emotions are... ....

A sudden burst of rage for no reason interrupted Rosago's thinking, and then the sudden emotion disappeared again, turning into a huge sense of loss caused by not being able to perfectly protect the safety of his boss.

For a time, Rosago felt that he was not even as good as a paramecia.

Meursault, who was excluded from the beginning, stared blankly at everything in front of him, constantly wandering between Beckland, whose face was full of expectations and desires, and Rosago, who was decadent and angry.

He is confused now, and even wonders if he has entered some strange dream world.

......................

Backlund West District, 27 Red Maple Street.

The next night, having already understood the specific situation, Dunn, who had been guarding outside Nikolai Babbage's study all day, couldn't help yawning.

According to his suggestion, Mr. Babbage did not go to the company today, but asked Steward Fried to send someone to take the documents that the directors needed to deal with back home, and he did not go out for a day.

Due to the urgency of time and the fact that Dunn could not completely grasp the distribution of Mr. Babbage's bodyguards, he could only entrust Steward Fried to issue tasks in newspapers and special channels, hoping for qualified helpers.

Before that, he could only bear the negative effect of sucking people's energy by himself, and protect Mr. Babbage who was at the center of the whirlpool of events.

The darkness tainted by the use of the ashes of Santa Selina before seemed to strengthen my ability... Sitting only five or six meters away from the study, Dunn, holding unsweetened coffee in his hand, tried to control his own spread. The "darkness" of old Babbage in the study was very clear in his mind.

In fact, this is not the real use of the authority of "darkness". Based on the conclusion drawn by Edmund Jason's research, this is more like some kind of mutation ability produced by the high-ranking person after the pollution of the corresponding low-sequence Beyonder. .

He said that the ruins of an ancient city-state in the depths of the spiritual world have the ability to strengthen the ability of the "Death God" path Extraordinary and cause them to mutate.

When he first arrived in Backlund to investigate the security situation in his rented house, Dunn had already roughly experimented with putting his heart directly into the urn of Santa Selina, and directly connecting a relic corresponding to the "Night Watchman" to the own changes.

After testing, he now has an additional 5 meters in the range of pulling people like a dream, which can consume a lot of spirituality. In the absence of sunlight, it can drive the darkness within a certain range, which can be used for exploration or containment.

The most important of these is that in the dark environment, after Dunn dragged the target into the dream, he not only broke through the limitation of himself and the dream to maintain the dream, he could even try to perform physical activities in reality, which could spread the illusory silk thread. Limit target action!

Of course, this will also weaken the control effect of the dream, and consume a lot of spirituality, which will cause a great mental burden on the user.

The steaming white porcelain coffee cup rested on Dunn's lower lip. He was distracted by the darkness, and his eyes looked very blank.

In his field of vision, a footman who usually runs errands is leading another man in a brown bonnet, a canvas worker's uniform, and a large pocket of plumbing tools. Go up the stairs.

I don't remember Butler Fried mentioning that Dunn, who needs workers to repair the pipeline, has a look in his eyes, he put down the coffee he hasn't finished drinking, and plans to get up and ask.

Suddenly, Dunn, who was walking towards the footman and the worker, froze, turned his head quickly, and looked at Babbage's study in disbelief.

The "vision" he built through the darkness moved silently!

No, no, it's not that the vision has moved, it should be the shadow that carries the darkness has changed... The anxiety in my heart gradually prevailed, I took a deep look at the somewhat suspicious worker, and found nothing abnormal. Dunn's brows were tightly closed, and he took a few steps, intending to open Babbage's study directly to find out.

Although it may just be that the old gentleman who had some inconvenience moved a few decorations unintentionally, maybe he just blocked the light source with his body and changed the dark layout when he took out books from the bookcase, but Dunn, who was in a sensitive period, did not dare to Bet he'd rather risk the offense by interrupting and also confirm the safety of his employer.

Dunn, who was wearing a burgundy coat, did not feel the sleepiness just now. In less than two seconds, his palm climbed onto the brass handle on the milky white door of the study, and his empty right hand was about to exert force.

"what!"

Without warning, the gentleman wearing black-rimmed glasses hugged his head and howled, as if a steel nail had been directly plunged into his brain. The strong tingling sensation stimulated his facial features to twist into one piece, which was extremely painful.

Boom!

On Dunn's right side, the suspicious worker just now dropped the tool bag in his hand. On his unremarkable face, two eyes that seemed to contain lightning were extremely striking.

"Interrogator"?

Dunn, who was still tormented by "mental penetration", turned his head with difficulty, his face distorted, and he watched in disbelief at the manservant beside the worker, with constantly wriggling disgusting granulation on his face, which formed another face with blood and flesh.

It was a handsome man with black hair and blue eyes and a light beard. His face was full of confidence. He raised his hands slightly and moved his fingers like a puppet.

Stupid layman, old Babbage didn't make any progress, and there was only this Beyonder bodyguard... Rosago, who used his secret puppet to cause harm to Dunn, didn't talk nonsense, while continuing to manipulate the secret puppet, using " "Spiritual Penetration" continued to attack Dunn, while leisurely capturing the thread of his spiritual body.

The experienced "Puppet Master" hooked his fingers and easily caught a cloud of air, his confident face suddenly stiffened.

Whoops.

The dream constructed by the darkness was shattered, and Rosago, who had recovered to his original appearance, was dazed, with the last stair behind his back, maintaining the movement he had just walked up to the second floor.

With the sound of a gunshot, a silver bullet dragging a crimson spiritual trajectory like a sharp arrow, plunged into the brow of the close-up beside Rosago, and went straight out of the hole in the back of his head. All kinds of red and yellow goo splashed all over Rosago's body.

The "spirit witch" of the Church of the Night?

Why can he move when he drags me into the dream?

I can't believe that I was dragged into a dream without realizing it. Rosago, whose secret puppet was quickly scrapped, made a great spiritual intuition. Following the muscle memory of the "clown", he exerted force on both feet at the same time, and jumped to the right suddenly, with a strange movement. , the body almost folded in half to avoid the second bullet fired by Dunn.

Because he had left the Nighthawks team, his equipment could not be replenished, so he could only pray to the goddess with the ritual magic he had learned. Dunn, who enchanted the silver bullet, did not dare to shoot casually as before, and kept his eyes fixed on Rosago's At the same time, he was still distracted by the intruders who might have invaded the study, lurking in the shadows.

He pulled the trigger continuously, forcing Rosago, who was constantly jumping or tumbling, to roll down the stairs. He turned around quickly, accelerated his run, and slammed open the door of old Babbage's study.

boom!

"Mr. Evans?" Babbage, who was holding a document in both hands, wearing pajamas and wearing gold chain glasses on the bridge of his nose, questioned Dunn, who suddenly broke into his room, with a little anger. Shift and pick up the revolver that has been on the table.

Dunn, who used the abilities granted by "darkness" one after another, kept sweating on his face. He didn't care to explain, he turned on his spiritual vision, and after scanning the inside of the room, he quickly explained with Mr. Babbage's tightly wrinkled eyes:

"People from the Zigman Party may have attacked. I'll take you out of here right now."

"Attack?" Nikolai Babbage, confused by the sudden situation, retorted subconsciously, and threw down the document in his hand, "What are you talking about, I didn't hear anything."

Didn't you hear?

I fired several shots just now... Dunn, who just realized that there was a problem, hadn't reacted yet, and before he was ready to use the power of "darkness" again, he saw that the shadow under old Babbage's feet seemed to have life. The vines that seemed to be growing rapidly rose up and tightly bound the torso of the somewhat weak old man.

The vines built by the shadows kept squirming and pulling, as if to pull their prey closer to the abyss where the danger was hidden.

Suddenly, the movement of the shadow coexisting with the darkness became stagnant, and illusory silky threads emerged from it, consciously using the head as the tip of a needle, and plunging into the vines constructed by the shadow.

At the same time, his energy evaporated rapidly, affected by the negative effects of the sealed object, and Dunn, whose heart gradually felt a throbbing pain, resolutely drew his gun, aimed at Babbage's body, and the remaining two enchanted silver bullets shot out.

There were two muffled sounds, the crimson light burst, and the breath of fear and tranquility erupted at the same time.

Under the threat of being directly immersed in the spiritual body, half of the thick shadow vines loosened, and half dissipated on the spot, and the bite caused by the violent hunger suddenly disappeared.

Almost lost consciousness, the wet old Babbage's body froze and collapsed on the floor.

"Her flowers break through night and dawn."

"Brave opened his eyes to the day."

"It's a pity that there is nowhere to hide because of the stare."

"She withered and withered in dizziness."

The mellow voice whispered peaceful poems. He was struggling fiercely, and the shadow that was trying to climb up again on old Babbage suddenly became weak and fell softly, and the positive shadow seemed to return to normal.

Seeing that his ability was taking effect, Dunn took a few quick steps and took advantage of the situation. Before the hidden enemy appeared, he pushed out Nikolai Babbage, whose body was almost half-drowned in the shadowy quagmire.

He rolled over and ignored the rudeness of his movements. He carried the employer, who weighed nearly 200 jin, directly on his shoulders, and smashed the glass window blocked by the curtain ~www.wuxiamtl.com~, intending to jump directly from the second floor.

Wow!

The sound of blood splashing sounded, and a thick, hot blood wrapped in a curse, dyed the velvet-stitched curtains red, and marked a trace of corrosion on the soft cloth layer.

Dunn, whose pupils shrank suddenly, took two steps back in an instant. Because he was carrying old Babbage, his center of gravity was high, and he almost fell over.

dong dong dong! A heavy heartbeat sounded, and against the backdrop of the crimson moonlight, a slender shadow grew from behind the curtain, almost as high as the roof.

Dunn endured the discomfort in his heart, held the right hand of the revolver and pushed down the glasses that were about to slide down, staring vigilantly at the monster that might attack at any time behind the curtain.

But what was very unexpected was that a pair of pale and slender hands opened the curtain. After eating and resting, Helen had already adjusted her condition. The radiant Helen slowly walked out of the shadow she had previously hidden herself and walked out of the curtain.

Deng Deng Deng!

With a few heavy footsteps, Rosago, who had previously rolled down the stairs and had already dealt with the bodyguard on the first floor, carried the large-caliber revolver in his hand, ran to the door of Babbage's study, and pinched Helen, who was in good condition, to regain his spirits. The frail Dunn.

The situation at this time is almost dead!

Feeling the constant pressure from his heart, Dunn, whose eyeballs were occupied by bloodshots, was confused, turned slightly sideways, and kept his eyes wandering on the front and rear enemies.

"No, I must protect Mr. Babbage's life, at least take him to the Church of the Goddess."

"Church..." He was in a trance, and suddenly recalled that Dunn, who had left the Nighthawk, changed his mind, and instinctively recalled the string of honorable names that he was not very familiar with.

"The ancient legend..."

He is chanting the honorable name of a being!