Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 13

In the Backlund Bridge area, several relatively old residential buildings have collapsed at this moment, sinking into the deep hole, and only a small part of the rubble can be vaguely seen on the surface.

Around the burrow, a group of men and women wearing black coats or dark jackets were busy running around, setting up a cordon, and rescuing the wounded from the burrow.

The "Heart of Machinery" that arrived at the first time had already used a Level 1 Sealed Artifact to create a huge illusion barrier, blocking the real crime scene. Public officials in coats and police uniforms.

Ikanser Bernard, the senior deacon of "Heart of Machines", looked at the rescued victims who were buried in shallow positions near the entrance of the cave and the rock wall. .

Looking at the seven or eight corpses displayed in front of him, as well as the seriously injured people further away who had been judged to be severely disabled, a burst of anxiety and anger rose to his heart, and he scratched his already messy, fluffy brown hair.

This is the capital of Loen, the capital of all capitals, Backlund, no one would have thought that such a bad case would happen.

Fortunately, most of the members of "Heart of Machinery" were underground in the church just now, so they could quickly gather their strength and go to the site of the incident.

But no one expected that even though they activated the first-level sealed artifact and completed the blockade as quickly as possible after receiving the warning, many people still saw the "giant sword" that disappeared into the sky. It is impossible for them to erase the memory of people in half the city! .

And Archbishop Horamick said that the battle that took place here was at least an angelic level... Ikanser subconsciously glanced at the deep hole, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Fortunately, the Archbishop prevented us from going deep into the pothole to save people at the first time, without disturbing the possible pollution, otherwise the number of wounded here would have at least doubled." Ikanser thought solemnly.

Woo!

Accompanied by the sound of huge steam spurts, a turbulent airflow pushed up a figure and flew up from the ground at high speed.

Soon the figure stopped at the edge of the pothole away from the crowd, revealing his figure, a kind old man wearing a light gray soft hat and a white priest's robe.

He gradually stepped out of the steam, and the black air outlet on the back also retracted into his body.

This is the Archbishop of Backlund Diocese of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, Horamick Haydn, a former member of the Council of God.

When Ikanser saw the archbishop returning from the ground, he ran over immediately and reported the situation on the surface:

"His Excellency Archbishop, of the eleven victims we searched on the edge of the cave just now, only three survived the rescue, and the remaining eight were killed."

"Also, although we have used illusions to hide the situation at the scene, the previous movement was too great. The 'giant sword' was witnessed by at least half of Backlund's people, and the work of clearing the memory may not be able to proceed smoothly." Conther paused and asked carefully: "His Excellency Archbishop, is the collapse here really caused by the battle of the angels?"

Horamick looked at Ikanser, whose expression was slightly deformed by anxiety, and sighed slowly:

"I can't confirm that there is no more pollution left in the ground, and it can even be called peaceful, but the results of the divination can't get an answer, and I can only feel very evil."

Ikanser breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and then seemed to be caught in a huge entanglement.

"His Excellency Archbishop, do you need to activate 2-111?"

Horamick thought for a while, then shook his head and rejected the proposal, just instructed:

"No, I will report this matter directly to the sanctuary. You can now start rescuing the victims in the depths of the burrow. Sealed objects are allowed to be used to ensure that as many survivors as possible are searched and rescued."

Ikanser breathed a sigh of relief, no longer nervous, and replied randomly:

"Yes."

Above the eternal gray fog, in the magnificent palace that was supposed to be empty and seemed to be inhabited by giants, at the head of the long bronze table where Klein usually sat, a figure constructed of pure crimson light stood out impressively. sit there.

Suddenly, the gray fog that had been floating calmly and slowly dispersing suddenly boiled, and the magnificent palace like the residence of a giant also trembled.

The dark red stars that are far or near the dome have changed their arrangement, forming strange constellations that symbolize different meanings, which seem to echo some existences in reality.

A circle of ripples swayed in the center of the mottled and quaint bronze long table, and a black shadow flew out from the colorless aperture, spread out in the air, and "spit" out the two groups of different colors that were contained just now. stars".

The black shadow stretched out in the air, revealing its full face, which was the dark and smooth "curtain" that appeared earlier.

It swirled in the air, the ends connected to each other, folded into a pitch-black robe with a hood, and suddenly fell from the air, landing on the crimson figure sitting at the head of the long bronze table.

With the tightening and wrapping of the "curtain robe", the shadow under the hood combined with the illusory crimson light to outline a soft face that seemed to be shrouded in shadows.

He lightly pressed his wrist, and suspended on the long bronze table, two clusters of stars, either hiding starlight or clear blue stars, burst apart and flew to both sides of the mottled long table.

The two groups of light with different shapes were strangely elongated and reorganized to form the two angels who were previously rolled up by the "curtain", Roman Ambrosius and Edmund Jason.

They were not frightened by the strange scene. Instead, they carefully determined the state of the gray fog. After confirming it was correct, they quickly got up and saluted respectfully:

"Welcome back, my lord."

Now sitting at the head of the long bronze table is the great being they have served for a long time, the "Mysterious God" that has existed since the beginning of the Second Era.

"Mystery" didn't say much, just nodded slightly, as if this was just a trivial matter.

He looked at the two angels in front of him, glanced over them, and said softly:

"You can report to me about the recent situation and what you are responsible for. I have spent most of my time in a stable state recently, and I don't have much experience in exploring changes in the outside world."

Having been simulating the ability of the "spectator" before, Ambrosius, who was observing the "secret" behavior, was the first to answer:

"I obeyed your imperial orders. After Roselle's 'fall', I began to monitor the Tamara family hiding in the Hornages Mountains, and observed the activities of the 'Uncertain Mist' until he passed another arrangement, I controlled a demigod of the Witch Sect and fled with a Level 0 Sealed Artifact corresponding to a planeswalker, so I left the Hornages Mountains."

"But in the end, you've also seen that he devoured the 'planeswalker' characteristic, and has the premise of planning disasters in the dark." Ambro Houston paused and said in combination, "I think he may still be pursuing completeness. , hiding in Backlund this time is also coveting several of Loen's 'Judge' pathway angel-level characteristics."

"I think that after this failure, He may take action against Bernadette who holds the 'Wish Magic Lamp'. Although this cannot intuitively help him enhance his strength in reality, perhaps he can take this opportunity to Send the magic lamp back to the starry sky." After speaking, Ambrosius touched his chest with one hand and bowed to "Mystery" at the top of the long table.

"Mystery", whose face was shrouded in shadows, pondered silently for a while, nodded, and looked at another place, silently increasing the gray fog in front of him.

Edmund Jason, who had been afraid to look directly at the "secret" because of the "eye of peeping", raised his head, sat up straight, and said in a deep voice:

"Since Roselle's 'fall', the Twilight Hermit Society seems to have accelerated its intervention and leadership of the times, especially after the coronation of the current king of Ruen, George III, Ruen has stepped up the pace of social reform. There have been breakthroughs in the political model.

"Especially in the past two years, the Loen royal family has seized the crown of the Balam Eggers family. I think George III intends to proclaim himself emperor in the past two years, so as to replace Roussell and claim the throne of the 'Dark Emperor'."

"In the near future, a war may break out." Edmund stroked his chest with one hand and bowed, "The above is based on investigation, all my speculations."

"Heh, if the Loen royal family succeeds, there may be two more true gods in normal condition in the Fifth Epoch all at once." The "mysterious" who had been silent before, who was thinking seriously, suddenly laughed.

He leaned back on the back of the chair and muttered to himself like in a dream:

"My current state is not enough to support the completion of the ritual, hehe, the Outer God and Chike, the hidden sage will not want me to become a 'The Fool', and even the three gods of the 'Almighty' pathway will not support me... ."

He sighed, the eternal gray fog around him seemed to fluctuate slightly with his mood swings, and he said calmly:

"Don't tell Goshinam the news of my return first, keep the elves secret. You guys will try to increase my anchor and expand my influence in reality from today, in the name of The Fool."

After speaking, "Mystery" waved his hand, as if to tell his exhaustion.

The two angels stood up immediately, bowed and saluted before the connection between themselves and Seiji Castle was broken:

"Your will is my will."

Silently, the shadow under a street lamp in the eastern district elongated strangely, became twisted and sticky, and the figures of Ambrosius and Edmund reappeared in Backlund.

The workers who just got off work on the road seem to have not seen all this, UU reading www. uukanshu.com dragged its weary pace, one by one, in groups, a torrent of navy blue and black ash mixed slowly past the two angels.

The clean and white gold-trimmed white robes and the black gorgeous formal suits are like isolated islands in the tide, with a sharp contrast between light and dark.

Edmund looked at the numb and lifeless flow of people surrounding him, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he couldn't help sighing:

"The cradle of filth and corruption, this is my 'paradise'."

He shook his head, and without waiting for Ambrosius to make any indication, he asked casually:

"Are you still going to stay here?"

Ambrosius stared at the rumbling, smoke-breathing factory in the distance, and said in an ethereal voice:

"There are too many secrets buried here, and there are too many dangers hidden here, and fate is also guiding me to stay, suggesting that I have to wait for a variable that can resolve the disaster to appear."

"Why are you more 'sage' than me..." Edmund couldn't help laughing, "By the way, before coming to Backlund, I smelled the abyss, those lingering 'devils', it seems Let's also act on the trend that the one caused.”

His figure gradually blurred, and bit by bit, he sank into the constantly flowing information around him, and his voice gradually became farther away:

"Being able to witness the Lord's awakening this time shows that being with you is not always unpleasant."

Listening to this old friend's ridicule, Ambrosius unconsciously stained a smile on the corner of his mouth, and immediately erased his figure.

"The kid of the Fourth Epoch..."

The passing workers seemed to have heard something. They looked back and found that there was no one else, and then turned back numbly, and merged into the rushing "torrent".

Chapter end