Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 225

On the outskirts of Backlund, in the basement of a building.

The "indulgence" demigod Jakes, who was feared by Sharon and Maric, was suspended in the middle of the altar piled up with many bones. The shadows in the cramped basement were affected by the overflowing malicious spirituality, clinging to the surface of the wall like vitality. tight contraction.

The silhouettes of several deformed and twisted "devils" are hidden in the flowing waves of shadows, and their blood-red eyes are cast from all directions, sticking to the bottom of the altar made of bones and flesh and blood, sticking to the two symbolic meanings. On top of the eerie patterns that are mixed with different holy symbols.

The octagonal altar exudes a rich purple-red light, and the bluish-black stains float in the fog-like layer of interwoven light streams, constantly fighting against the crimson spirituality overflowing from Jakes' body. Two beings who can't be there in person are fighting and entangled.

The only light in this room was tightly bound in place by an invisible force, and in conjunction with the billowing black tide adsorbed on the inner layer of the basement wall, it actually created an illusion of an inch comparable to the sunset in the completely dark space.

It's just a pity that this splendor will not be appreciated by the world, and because of its strange crimson, it will definitely be punished by the major churches as the most abominable heresy.

Fabti silently stared at the "puppet" tightly bound at the center of the altar, his sharp gaze slowly swept across the face of the native of the Southern Continent.

Across his brown complexion, across the deep wrinkles and ravines on his face, across his sparse white hair like autumn leaves, and across his motionless brown eyes.

Despair and madness are brewing in these eyeballs like dry resin. The weak demigod body is not enough to withstand the power from the "bound god" and even the "mother tree of desire". Under the suppression of the "Origin Castle" breath, he only Can face the hidden anger of the "Demon King" alone, struggling pitifully in the double **** of endless babbling and the roar of the "Mother Tree of Desire".

"Unfortunately, if the 'mother tree of desire' did not plant 'seeds' in every demigod of your 'indulgences', I might also give you a more pleasant way, leaving only your body as a container."

The humanoid shell gradually collapsed, and the nine-headed and ten-crowned Fabuti, whose appearance resembled a giant dragon, murmured blasphemous words. The words alone were enough to mobilize the extraordinary power, like a real blade, peeling off Jakes' skin inch by inch, surrounding him. The "devil" that was wandering in the sticky shadow finally collapsed quietly after witnessing the breath far beyond what his personality could bear. Those "Blood Worship" believers who were seduced and brainwashed by Fabti turned into lumps of stickiness. The plasma of his blood rushed to the purple-red light mist that bound Jakes one after another, and was captured by the blue-black spots floating in the light mist, which quickly evaporated and purified, turning it into a sacrifice to "Origin Castle".

"A fool who does not belong to this era."

"A great ruler farther than far away."

"Rooted in the ancient **** of mystery."

"I pray for your gaze, for your grace..."

Fabti calmly recited the honorable name pointing to the "God of Mysteries". The nine dragon heads that were very similar and slightly different were facing several different directions.

The gray mist sprayed through the wound on his abdomen. Above the gray mist, the "secret" of "Origin Castle" was temporarily blocked with the help of his own personality and Tianzun's consciousness. Looking down on the lower realm, the blue-black rot was all over the body, belonging to the completely divine liu. Jin occupied the pupils, and countless slippery tentacles stretched out from under the robe, slapped frantically at the quaint palace like a giant's palace, and those high-backed chairs flashing with different symbols shattered into stones and dust under the madness of the mythical creatures.

"Ha ha ha ha......"

Only "Mystery", who barely maintains a human form above his collarbone, tried to use his breath to distract his attention, instead of actively listening to the nutritious trash talk from "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun".

The pure gilt is entrenched in the darkness of the pupils, like a large mass of thick pigment sprinkled into the black ink. Although the black itself is tenacious enough, in the face of the huge disparity in the size of the years, he is bit by bit. was ruthlessly assimilated.

Soon, there was only a little darkness left in the whole gilded room.

"Haha..., ha, last time Amon suppressed your recovery from the air, but this time I took the initiative to block 'Origin Castle' but it was self-defeating..."

A piece of monocle with a vague outline was pressed on the "mysterious" eye socket. His right hand struggled to get close to the round thing, and the corner of his mouth, which was exaggeratedly split to the limit, kept a crazy smile.

On the altar of reality, the skin was completely peeled off, and the blood and muscles were mostly blackened by Jakes suddenly opened his mouth, and an unprecedented shriek spurted out from it.

The sluggish crimson bounced back with the sudden increase in support, and the blue and black floating in the mist disappeared a lot for a while.

Fabuti, who appeared close to his body, ignored all of this. After he was completely "demonized", he broke away from the stable personality shell of the "God of Mysteries". As the oldest "cold-blooded", even when facing death threats, he His heartbeat couldn't be faster.

The radiance from the decay of the stars on the edge of the universe is brewing in the gilt. As the most unique symbol of the "door" pathway, the unique projection occupies the original left eye of "Mystery", echoing the monocle on the surface of the right eye.

If it was activated to this level in the past, Tianzun, whose consciousness was about to recover, might laugh out a very humane laugh, but at this time, the bright and dying stars were spreading a soft crimson, from the same "pillar" The erosion warning forced Tianzun to give up this adventure.

The blurred monocle shattered into a gray fog without hesitation, and most of the blue-black decay subsided, only a little bit of inability to suppress the pollution remained on the surface, the flamboyant tentacles re-condensed into a pale torso, smiling frantically. "Mystery" finally lowered his strength, and Jakes, who was trying his best to scream, suddenly fell silent, lost the protection of his skin, and the **** figure gave up his struggle. The breath of Ti infected the spirit body, and pieces of iron-black scales and dark purple new skin covered the flesh and blood again.

The gray and white fog in the air has returned to history. The bone altar under Jakes' body seems to have experienced a long time, weathered and withered, and is supported by evil spirits, although it is fragile and difficult to collapse.

Fabti, who had returned to human form, looked at the "demonized" "puppet" in front of him, and the corners of his bloodless mouth slowly evoked a smile.

"Becklund, the first step in a disaster."

"Becklund, the first step in a disaster?"

Edmund Jason, who raised his point of view slowly and completely removed himself from the long river of fate, rarely had a hint of doubt in his eyes.

For a moment just now, his spiritual warning vibrated for no reason, and inexplicably felt the trembling feeling that made him, a mythical creature, shiver.

After busy divination, I got such a result.

Although I have seen the haze shrouded in Backlund before, I have never been so clear about this time... Edmund, who was a little flustered in his heart, quickly walked to the window, stroking his right hand on his chest, He silently recited the honorable name that he had not prayed for for a long time.

"The Blessed Ones of the Spirit World and Time and Space..."

"The reborn phoenix..."

"The devout in the afterglow of the old days..."

The mellow voice came to an abrupt end. In front of a window of a house provided by the Aurora Society, Edmund Jason stared at the red moon that occupied most of the night, his handsome face slowly frozen in horror.

Bayam City Port.

Amon, dressed in a jacket and wide-leg trousers, was walking and drinking the tiana fruit in his hand. This strange fruit is regarded as a rare and delicious drink by many indigenous people at sea.

He stood at the highest point of the harbor in Bayam, behind the monocle of his right eye, his curious gaze penetrated the obstruction of the house wall, and stared at the figure enjoying coffee with interest.

Ambrosius, who had recently lost an important target, had just brewed coffee. In a trance, he suddenly felt that someone was watching him secretly.

The strange thing is that this observation does not contain malicious intent, the other party did not even deliberately hide it, it is as if the child next door is squatting by your window, looking at the big brother who is working, but is too embarrassed to disturb, you can only use Your eyes remind you to come out and play...  

Suppressing these endless thoughts, Ambrosius looked in the direction of the peep, and saw an Amon smiling at him.

Just as He was about to "roam" away, the Amon stole the distance that existed between them, took a step forward, and came to the room where He was.

"Well, nice coffee."

Amon took a sip of the coffee he had stolen at some point.

Ambrosius, who was wearing a white robe with gold trim, carefully looked at the King of Angels and decided to sit down and take a look, but if something went wrong, he would run away immediately.

"How did you find me?" Ambrosius asked carefully.

After drinking half of the coffee that Ambrosius had not tasted, Amon reluctantly put down the enamel cup in his hand and said with a warm smile:

"You old guys are more nostalgic, you can always find something to look for one by one."

"It's just that most people don't know the history of the past, so they feel that your whereabouts are erratic."

He smiled and looked at the soles of his feet, and deliberately lengthened his tone:

"For example, you care about the so-called 'Poseidon' Kavitua."

Generally speaking, you are not as idle as you know about the existence of those histories... Ambrosius exhaled slowly, and immediately said seriously:

"So what's the matter, come to see me, the bereaved dog?"

Amon smiled and shook his head, a faint light flashed on the monocle.

"It's nothing, it's just that before the long-lost class, I always have to review it first."

"For example, you always have to tell me why the 'God of Mystery' has been pretending to be out of control for so long?"

In an unoccupied room in a cheap hotel in the East End.

Klein, who had just followed Maric and Sharon to reconcile, watched in astonishment. Maric, who was chatting with him normally just now, suddenly twitched, and after a while, he barely recovered.

The "living corpse" quickly took out the "Crimson Moon Crown" that he carried with him and put it on his chest, then quickly walked to the window, only to see a red moon in the dark night dyeing the road red, and the indifferent moon. Hua Yao different and rich.

"Full moon?"

Klein, who was standing in the house, also saw the vision outside the window. Before they entered the hotel, the red moon in the sky was still half incomplete!

It seems to have been written in "The Book of Karaman" that the red moon itself is the appearance of the "primitive moon", but the goddess is clearly the true **** who holds the "red moon"... Klein carefully observed the difference in that round. In the past, the red moon only felt that the spirituality of his whole body was growing wildly, filling it to a terrifying level, and something seemed to break out of the body when the spirituality completely reached its peak.

"It's the 'mother tree of desire'."

Sharon, who had been in the state of "Wraith" just now, showed her figure, her light blue eyes stared straight at the crimson in the sky, dyed with a different color.

Klein watched Maric close the curtain tightly, turned his head and asked:

"You mean, this is a vision caused by the 'Mother Tree of Desire'?"

"Should." Sharon just nodded lightly, and then said nothing, but the rare throbbing in her eyes revealed that her inner emotions were not restrained at this time.

After confirming that the house would not be illuminated by the red moon, he took out the sedative from his body. Maric, who was familiar with the input into his body, took over the words and took the initiative to explain to Klein:

"Although the Church of the Evernight Goddess has always promoted that the Evernight Goddess is the symbol of the red moon, almost all Beyonders in the Southern Continent know that the 'Mother Tree of Desire' holds the power to affect the fullness of the red moon."

As the sedative slowly entered the blood, Maric's trembling lips settled down.

"When the 'Rose School' fought internally before, He used the Red Moon ~www.mtlnovel.com~ to completely suppress the power of the 'Temperance School'."

It also led to the fall of that Highness... Maric silently filled out the following words in his heart.

This sounds a lot like the ancient **** Lilith described by Little "Sun"... Klein unconsciously looked at Sharon, who seemed to have forgotten to hide his figure, suspended in mid-air like a projection, motionless.

However, the "Rose School" masters the "Xenogeneic" pathway, which should not be adjacent to the "Pharmacist" pathway. The identity of this "Mother Tree of Desire" is very mysterious.

"But this is also a good thing." Maric, who was completely sedated, breathed and said weakly.

Seeing that Klein was attracted by his own words, he took a few steps back and sat on the chair to explain.

"Although the 'indulgences' will not be suppressed by the full moon, they will not deliberately restrain their higher power."

"If nothing else, Jakes should have difficulty controlling himself."

"In this way, he has only two choices, indulge his desire to expose his existence, or take the initiative to leave Backlund before being chased by official forces?" Klein tentatively expressed his guess.

Maric, who was a little sluggish, was stunned for a while, and then nodded blankly after listening for a while.

"That's it."

"A fool who does not belong to this era..."

Forsi, who locked himself in the room, gritted his teeth, endured the sharp pain that stirred in his head like a sharp knife, and recited the honorable name of "The Fool" word by word.

Finally, before the next wave of more intense ravings and roars broke out, a cloud of crimson burst out in front of her eyes.

Chapter end