Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me ~

In the countryside belonging to Baron Gustav, Roselle Gustaf was dressed in a white knight uniform.

"Are you sure that this thing really won't be dealt with as a heretic by the church people?"

The Thousand-Faced Hunter, who was as tall as a man even when he was lying on his stomach, closed his eyes and flicked his long tail, driving the soft tail thorns attached to the surface to disperse the nearby heat.

"Of course not. It is one of the six main materials of the 'Divinator' sequence. It has the ability to change its appearance, and Beyonder animals are more skilled in applying this ability than Beyonders."

Baimon stroked this giant dragon subspecies known for being violent and cunning, and calmly explained:

"After all, Beyonders who swallow potions basically limit their abilities to changing heights, disguising themselves, and even not being able to change a species, but the Thousand-faced Hunter can."

"As long as you want, it can take on the appearance of an ordinary horse. If you don't encounter a demigod-level Beyonder, you can't find its disguise basically."

The corner of Roselle's mouth twitched. After confirming that this extraordinary creature can really change its form, he talked about other topics.

"By the way, you said before that it's best for me not to have too much association with the Artisan Church, and don't let me pay attention to that Zarath. Why?"

After he had been in contact with Baimon for a period of time, although according to the fact that the guy was able to catch the stalks thrown by him without a dead end when the two chatted, he had already identified Baimon as a transmigrator, but it seemed to be due to his own bad character , he still can't fully trust each other.

Since becoming an Extraordinary through the power of the church, Roselle has gained fame, wealth and extraordinary power that he could never have imagined before. Although he was a little unhappy, the Intis royal family-Sauron family also started a few days ago. Considering restoring the original title of the Gustav family, of course, all of this is premised on Roselle's initiative to show allegiance to the royal family.

It seems that since we met, Baimon has always been reluctant to let me and the church have too much entanglement. If I didn't meet him after becoming an Extraordinary, I guess he might have directly poured the "diver" potion. in my mouth.

But if he doesn't want to see the church because he believes in the so-called "old man of the previous dynasty", then why did he keep me away from Zaratul? Did he simply regard this angel of the same sequence as an enemy, or for other reasons? , If Zaratul is regarded as an enemy, then he has not used any strong means to cut off the connection between me and Zaratul in addition to frequent nagging...

Seeing that Bai Meng was still calm, Roselle suddenly felt guilty.

"It's actually a very simple truth," Bai Meng chuckled lightly, looking at the face of the youth's color palette, "If you are an angel who has lived for a long time, you will come into contact with a Sequence Seven just now for no reason. the kid?"

"No." Roselle shook his head silently.

"That's enough."

The peculiar gray-white fog appeared beside Baimon again. The mysterious traverser gently pulled from the gray fog, and various colors occupied the surroundings, slowly wriggling and splicing into a brand new scene, replacing the A typical Gustavian manor.

This is the cathedral that Roselle is all too familiar with. It is the diocese headquarters in Trier, the capital of Intis.

On the colored windows of the church, there are praise religious paintings depicting exquisite craftsmen and peculiar creations everywhere, but in more renovated places, various mechanical creations with different structures have been replaced, and there are many imaginings for the future.

Baimeng admired these colorful window paintings with the aesthetic characteristics of the new era, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"You are about to be promoted to Sequence Six, and soon you will have the ability to truly shape creation."

The angel of unknown origin pulled in the air again, took out a stack of drawings, ignored Roselle's incredible expression, and continued:

"I know that you have prepared the design drawings of the steam engine, and even more structural drawings of the products of the first industrial revolution. For a 'craftsman', this ordinary creation that does not contain extraordinary power is only It can be said to be a simple appetizer, but for this era, this is the first step to promote the development of the era and change the pattern of the world, even if the world has extraordinary power..."

With a sudden anger, Roselle interrupted Baimon, who was talking, and stared at the artwork that Baimon was holding in his hand. A brief panic flashed away, replaced by a touch of anger.

"You are spying on my life!"

He glanced over the artwork and suddenly realized.

"You...you don't want the steam engine to come out, that's why you don't want me and the church to walk in?"

Dissipating the historical projection in his hand, Baimon shook his head.

"Have you ever thought about how the world will change with the advent of the steam engine?"

He put his half-worn wide-leg pants down to his knees, and wrote a few words spiritually with his fingers on the ground.

"Since the death of the **** of death, the power of the north and south continents has not been balanced, not to mention there are other reasons that you are not suitable to know now."

"If it weren't for the existence of the Furious Sea, if it weren't for some ghost ships, and there were no ships that could support long-distance crossing of the storm, the Southern Continent might have become a colony of the Northern Continent countries at the beginning of the Fifth Epoch."

"What does that have to do with me?" Roselle still looked annoyed and didn't care.

Baimeng gave him a deep look, and the young man who was still angry suddenly felt an indescribable pressure. His joints that were stagnant for no reason went against his will, and his movements were stiff and led him to turn behind him, uncontrollable. He stared at the craftsman's holy emblem in the center of the cathedral without blinking.

In the strangeness that frightened him, Baimeng continued his calm and boring preaching as if nothing had happened.

"Moreover, the emergence of the steam engine will not only bring about these worldly changes, but it will change the power balance of religions, and even affect the seven gods themselves."

"Affect the Seven Gods themselves?"

Not caring that he was completely deprived of his freedom, Roselle shouted with faint excitement.

How could his actions affect the seven gods?

Although Roselle, or Huang Tao, has always felt that he lacked a sense of reality that could touch him after crossing into this world, even after the birth of his daughter, this illusion of living in a dream only dissipated slightly in the face of his daughter. Some.

But no matter how he paralyzed himself, he could not deny the power of the true God, especially after he had personally witnessed the mythical creatures.

"So you mean that even the Seven Gods must pay attention to the appearance of the steam engine?"

Roselle, who was still unable to move, tried his best to glance back, trying to see Baimon's expression at the moment.

"Not quite right." The cathedral in history is changing, and Baimon's voice is scattered in all directions.

"The appearance of the steam engine may change the current embarrassing position of the God of Craftsmen, help him to digest the two Sequence One potions that he has not been able to digest since he became a god, complete his state, and through the spread of steam engine technology, Spread its influence and change the vulnerable situation the church is in."

The stained windows that praised the craftsman gradually disappeared, and the broken stained glass reconstituted the pattern depicting machinery. Roselle witnessed the accelerated changes in the church, and witnessed a new style replacing the existing "hammer and boiler". , transformed into the theme of "steam engine and gears".

On the altar in the center of the church, the holy emblem belonging to the **** of craftsmen also quietly changed. After a burst of white light, it was reconstructed into a new symbol.

The new element is the steam engine that Roselle is all too familiar with.

"You mean that the **** of craftsmen will change his name and the holy emblem because of this?" Roselle, who didn't grasp the point at all, was excited and said his guess, and the brown-yellow mustache trembled. .

"Perhaps." Baimon released the control of Roselle's spiritual body line, UU reading www. The entire projection of uukanshu.com that came from history and was transformed by illusions collapsed, and everything returned to reality.

In the unremarkable Gustave Manor, the Thousand-faced Hunter who changed his appearance and disguised himself as a horse was completely ignorant of what had just happened. Roselle, who had regained his freedom, rubbed his wrist, and there was still an uncontrollable expression between his brows. joy and longing.

He knew very well that as an angel, even if the future he met was slightly deviated, it wouldn't be much different.

That is to say, maybe in the near future after the advent of the steam engine, the **** of craftsmanship may really reform his own situation and take the initiative to change the god's name and holy emblem.

At that time, what should he be regarded as Russell Gustav by the world?

"But I still don't understand why you want me not to get too close to the church. Isn't this a good future?"

He wasn't very angry that Baimon suddenly controlled the thread of his spiritual body just now.

If the other party really wants to be detrimental to him, it should not be easier than squeezing an ant to death.

Listening to Roselle's innocent speech, countless memories flooded into Bai Meng's heart, but after a long silence, he just spit out such a sentence with a little difficulty.

"Sometimes it's not a good thing to be too close to a true God."

Before Roselle could react, he pulled down his trouser legs, took a selfie with the dust and stood up from the chair.

"In short, I'm just giving you a suggestion. As for the rest, you still need to choose."

He pointed at the overly docile Thousand-faced Hunter and smiled.

"This guy will be used as an advance gift for your upcoming promotion to Sequence Six. I hope you don't dislike it."

Chapter end