Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me ~

Ps: A brain hole from a long time ago may not necessarily happen in the text.

After teaching the pirates on the ship, Tracy turned around and returned to the captain's room, trying to suppress the vague disgust on her face.

She picked up a book indiscriminately, collapsed on the high-back chair and flipped over unconsciously, her thoughts became more and more irritable.

The injured Elaine is now far away in Intis, nothing is more important to Tracy than seeing her!

"No!" Tracy secretly examined herself.

Since she finished digesting the "Pain" potion and gradually fulfilled the requirements of the "Iron Knight" ceremony, her attitude towards the crew has become worse.

She shouldn't deliberately use charm when she was preparing before.

At that time, in order to complete the ceremony as soon as possible, she gave up all the tasks from the Witch Sect and just dealt with it perfunctorily.

Tracy suddenly found that she was too slack now. As long as Katerina found something suspicious, she could be forcibly taken away from the Black Death at any time!

She must complete the ritual as soon as possible, only in this way can she truly escape from her mother's control.

And she found herself less and less like a witch recently...

"Dangdangdang..."

A light knock on the door interrupted Tracy's thoughts. She quickly closed the book and sorted out her beige shirt. After everything was adjusted, she lowered her voice and said:

"Come in."

Wearing a black and white suit, the maid with straight blond hair carefully opened the door and gave Tracy a tentative look.

She seemed to have seen something amazing, and she suppressed the doubts in her eyes again. With a smile she thought was sweet, she carefully said in her voice:

"Captain, the slowest we can catch up with Vice Admiral Dusk at noon tomorrow."

"However...this time it was too hasty, we didn't gather enough ships..."

Tracey's heroic face suddenly frowned and then turned to relax, as if remembering something, I restrained my true thoughts, and said with a sweet smile:

"It's not a big problem. For me, the only important thing is the flagship. The remaining cannon fodder can be replenished just by hooking up."

Following the provocation of Tracy's sweet voice, the blonde maid's face flushed unnaturally, which disrupted her originally prepared speech, so she had to suppress her voice and said in a low voice:

"Captain, we haven't shipped slaves for too long..."

"I'm afraid... if the fleet is lost this time, you..."

Hearing this, Tracy raised her slender eyebrows, with some questions and complaints in her tone.

"Are you worried that I will fail?"

The blond maid seemed to be frightened, and could no longer maintain her deliberately raised voice, and hurriedly said:

"No no, I'm just worried about your status... No! I'm just..."

Tracy interrupted the blond maid's defense, she understood the maid's thoughts.

In fact, every time I see her recently, I unconsciously recall the scene where I used her body to digest "joy".

She even felt that she had betrayed Elaine!

Tracy suddenly stopped her thoughts, she has become less and less like a witch recently.

You must be promoted as soon as possible, otherwise you may lose control at any time due to the asymmetry of self-awareness!

She adjusted her sitting posture, crossed her legs, and said in a low voice:

"I hope to see the sea monster's ship tomorrow morning."

"You go look at those guys on the boat."

"I know you won't let me down, right?"

Under Tracy's repeated charms, the blonde maid's breathing became heavier and she nodded hastily.

"I won't let you down, Captain."

She nodded again in a panic, then quickly backed out and closed the door of the captain's room softly.

After the door was completely closed, Tracy opened the drawer carefully, confirming that the red gauntlet covered with rust was still lying there quietly before withdrawing her gaze.

Immediately, she relaxed again, slumped back into the high-back chair, and reopened the book in her arms.

She suddenly found out that this was a love novel that Elaine had read.

No wonder the maid looked at me like that just now, and I hate reading books the most.

She turned back to the cover of the novel.

"Stormwind Villa..."

Tracy murmured in a low voice, her thoughts drifting to a mansion in Intis once again.

"Eileen..."

Tracy was firmly fixed in place by the shadow on the deck of the Black Death, she barely used the diamond bracelet to offset the oncoming giant sword, and ducked back while the shadow dissipated.

As soon as she stabilized her figure, she quickly mobilized her spider silk to climb Lieutenant General Dusk's body, tightly locking Lieutenant General Dusk's joints, and she herself was wrapped around her ankle again by the darkness under her feet.

If it wasn't for the "Assassin" strengthening her senses, she might even be cut in half before she could use the extraordinary item!

It can't be delayed any longer.

As Tracy thought about it, she secretly ignited the rust-covered red armor on her right hand with black flames. However, at this time, the mid-twilight general had broken through the spider silk that bound him, quickly solidified the orange-yellow giant sword in his hand, and quickly swung towards Tracy, who was imprisoned by the black shadow.

The storm of "Dawn" tore Tracy's body, the fragments of the round mirror and orange light quickly swept across the deck under the flames, and the crimson spear penetrated Lieutenant General Dusk's silver armor and chest.

Tracy re-solidified her body in the flames, moved her wrists slightly, and the flames mixed with gunpowder smoke and blood quickly spread to Lieutenant General Dusk's body.

She raised her hands and forcibly lifted the body that would be ignited in the evening, feeling the burning sensation of the flames, watching the crimson flames tear and devour Lieutenant Dusk's skin, the smile on her face became more and more distorted .

The humanistic flame continued to burn until the prey was burned to a scorched bone, and Tracy lowered her arm, smelling the smell of meat in the air, and unconsciously admiring the crew of the surrounding Vice Admiral Dusk. Desperate face.

She lowered her cruel and heroic face, and whispered the honorable name that pointed to a certain hidden existence.

Along with Tracy's prayer, the armor on her hand gradually collapsed into dots of iron and blood mixed with light, and together with the gray mist in the air, it condensed into a crimson." water flow".

The "water" slid into Tracy's throat, instantly turning the pirate general into a monster made of pure flame and steel!

Gray-black gunpowder smoke covered the deck, UU reading www. The crew of the uukanshu.com Black Death suddenly turned into spiritual symbols, and Tracy's spiritual body was infinitely raised and elongated.

The crimson flames from out of nowhere covered her spirit body, and the pain of burning and tearing tormented her mind constantly.

When she gradually gave up her struggle, she vaguely heard the sound of water flowing. The icy river water covered "her" "body" and seemed to lead her into eternal sleep.

The symbols scattered on the deck were gradually arranged into abstract patterns, and the coordinates formed in the spiritual world pulled Tracy's spiritual body and dragged him into the wriggling flames on the deck.

The crimson flame seemed to have life, accelerated the speed of wriggling and twisting, and gradually returned to a humanoid state, turning into a young man with long black hair and a soft face.

"Tracy" opened her eyes, ignoring the frightened eyes of the pirates around her, and walked quickly to the side of the ship, looking at herself on the sea.

He looked at the feminine but heroic face in the water, and the corners of his mouth twitched at the young man in the water.

Suddenly, the scorching flames spread instantly, rolling to every corner of the Black Death, unscrupulously harvesting the lives of the crew.

Tracy listened to their mourning and the loud sound of the ship's keel breaking, and her heart became more and more joyful. She was distracted and manipulated the extraordinary characteristics of the ashes and after flames recovered and precipitated, and she couldn't help but cast her eyes into the distance.

In this wolf, his body suddenly turned into a flaming spear, gathered the flames on the Black Death, and threw it towards Intis at high speed, leaving behind a purgatory-like battlefield.

After a long time, the maid, who survived for some reason, barely recovered her senses, hurriedly arranged the ceremony, muttered the obscure ancient Hermes language, and reported to the witch sect that the sick lieutenant general had defected.

Chapter end