Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 230

"'Beast Tamer', what do you want the formula of 'Beast Tamer' for?" Facing Klein's expectations, Emlyn said loudly, echoing in the church at night.

Seeing that Bishop Utravsky, who was explaining the doubts of the believers, vaguely cast his eyes, he suddenly shuddered, and then pulled Klein over and asked in a low voice:

"You are not from the 'Pharmacist' pathway, why do you need the formula of 'Beast Tamer'?"

"You know, I have attended some extraordinary gatherings." Klein answered with a smile as he opened the vampire's arm without a trace.

Participating in a party...Although he is already fifty years old, Emlyn, who has been visiting doll shops more than reaching Beyonders since his adulthood, reflected for a while before frowning slightly and said unhappily. :

"At the party you attended, someone asked for the characteristics of the 'Beast Tamer', so you want to take this opportunity to be a middleman."

"It's true." Klein shrugged, unable to deny it.

He looked at Emlyn who was thinking and breathed a sigh of relief.

"No, I won't give it to you." Emlyn looked at Klein solemnly, and repeated: "I won't give it to you."

Klein didn't understand what the other party meant, and explained with a frown:

"I'll pay the normal price."

Emlyn looked at Klein's puzzled eyes, turned his face away, and said firmly:

"Every unexpected 'pharmacist' of the blood clan may become a despicable and low-level artificial vampire, and the most commonly used characteristic of their promotion to Sequence Seven is the relic of our blood clan."

Artificial vampires?

Klein looked at Emlyn up and down, and curled his lips helplessly.

"Well, I haven't promised that 'pharmacist', just want to see if there is a chance."

Seeing that the hope of the deal failed before it appeared, Emlyn was still immersed in the tangle of "how to pray to the 'The Fool'". Klein simply stopped staying. After saying goodbye for a while, he missed out and was still receiving believers. Bishop Utravsky greeted the tall priest from a distance, and walked out of the church quickly.

Silver City, the base of the round tower.

The halo of dawn that belongs to the "crown of glory" constrains this huge circular underground building, and in the small cells divided by iron walls, mourning and roaring can be heard endlessly.

Squatting in the corner of his small cell with his knees wrapped around him, Derrick stared absently at the light source in the gap between the iron gates and fences, at the brightness that was especially cherished underground, ignoring the flow and growth of time.

He hasn't communicated with anyone for a long time.

Since waking up that day, the elderly prisoner in the next cell has stopped responding, and the guards who come in to deliver meals will not communicate with him, and in the underground, fully enclosed space, he cannot even record the changes in the frequency of lightning. After a long time, I could only try to practice Beyonder abilities over and over again, pray for the protection of light, and digest potions.

Dangdangdangdang.....

The sound of the metal colliding became clearer and clearer. Derrick, who lost his eyesight, did not notice the changes around him. He knew that the sounding figure had walked outside his cell and blocked the only light source that supported his heart. It was enough to recall the young man's consciousness.

"Lovia...Elder?"

The young "Prayer of Light" wiped his eyes, and looked at this silver-haired and gray-eyed elder, who was even slightly taller than himself, in disbelief.

In the shadowy corridor, Lovia, with a dazed expression, stared at the shadow under Derrick that was almost integrated with the environment. Ripples were rippling in her misty gray eyes, isolating the outside world in a psychedelic way.

Enduring the sudden pain, she closed her eyes.

"Derrick Berg, your quarantine is over. After registering above the round tower, you can go home."

Going home... Derrick, who had slowed down his thoughts in loneliness, tried to understand the meaning of the word, and his eyes gradually returned to light.

"Elder Lovia, is my quarantine over?"

He loosened the hands in front of him, and the big boy, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, ran to the iron gate in disbelief. Lovia, who closed his eyes tightly, answered his question with action, and the closed fence creaked and flickered. A seam opened.

But before Derrick's excitement continued, at the four corners he couldn't see just now, two "Dawn Knights" in heavy armor quickly caught up, guarded on both sides of Derrick, and led him towards the upper road.

The big boy, who was puzzled but didn't know what went wrong, looked back frequently, but under the weak white light, the dark purple Lovia's eyes were still closed until Derrick was completely gone and disappeared. Actively gave up listening to the ravings from the true creator and opened his eyes.

The dark gray eyes were bloodshot, and the "shepherd", whose face became paler and paler, closed the iron door of the empty cell and walked sideways to the next door.

A flame of fire ignited from her palm, and the flames of unrestrained dancing bloomed and spread, illuminating the darkness ahead, penetrating the fence and shadow.

The completely stiff old corpse was leaning against the iron wall, the eyes were wide open from the head split in the center, the light blue that had lost its luster was as cold as the steel behind it, and it was forever frozen in the moment before the alternation of reason and madness, it seemed that the Souls that were supposed to be affected by the curse were also quietly stolen.

Outside the fence, Lovia, who was stroking her lower abdomen with her palms, watched all this silently, her gray eyes clearing the fog for the first time, clear but solemn.

"Your state is fine, you can leave."

The voice of the "psychoanalyst" who was in charge of checking his status still reverberated in his ears. Derrick hurriedly crossed the street, passed the neighboring house that was extraordinarily empty with closed doors and windows, and rushed back to his home.

Squeak.

The highly exaggerated wooden door was gently pushed open, and Derrick, who had drawn in the sunlight in advance, raised his right hand high, and the warm sunlight quickly illuminated the entire living room, dispelling the monsters that might have been hiding in the shadows due to long-term lack of light.

Raising his right hand, he lightly touched the wooden cabinet with a thin layer of dust. After confirming that the touch was real and not his own imagination, he breathed a sigh of relief and lit the half remaining candle. , clean up the home hygiene.

After doing all this, Derrick, who was already a little tired, suddenly swayed and almost fell.

But in the next second, the big boy's skills suddenly became flexible, he moved swiftly to stabilize his body, squeezed the eye socket of his right eye with his sweaty fingers, and looked at a flat place in his home unintentionally. Unusual shadow.

A strange smile evoked from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes, which were squeezed by bright and joking, slowly swept around, as if another person was observing the surrounding environment.

He was familiar with gathering the basic materials for the ceremony from the drawers and corners where Derrick usually hid things. The silver dagger flew up and down between his five fingers, and with a few quick strokes, he carved out a brand new candle "" A bizarre symbol that is a mixture of "No Child's Eye" and "Twisted Thread".

As the last stroke fell, a powerful twist from out of nowhere cut off the room, and an invisible wall straddled Derrick and the empty space behind him. The "hermit" is like a worm trapped in amber, struggling frantically, shaking the boiling shadow around him, his face full of traces of time shouting something, but under this inexplicable bondage, he returns to Can only be attributed to silence.

"Sword Comes"

The candle that symbolized the point of the ceremony was placed in the center. Derrick, who pinched his eyes from time to time, admired his masterpiece, his wrist was close to the ritual, the silver dagger gently cut through the skin, and the extraordinarily bright red blood was out of thin air under the influence of the ceremony. It jumped up, condensed into a trickle, and followed the guidance of the ritual, and all rushed to the foot of the candle in the middle of the ceremony.

The bright red liquid was filled with patterns and symbols. Following Derrick, or Amon's rhythmic chanting parasitic in Derrick's body, the flame at the top of the candle expanded suddenly, and a deep red moved in the flame, majestic. The spirituality descends to reality from a higher place, and the abstract illusion replaces the original scenery in the living room.

"The Fools who do not belong to this era."

"Great Master farther than far."

"Rooted in the ancient gods of mystery."

Every time an honorable name is uttered, the scary red on the ground becomes even redder. Until the end of the last syllable, the strange symbols engraved on the candle body instantly burst into a huge amount of light, swallowing the devotion and kneeling down. Derrick in front.

Above the gray fog, the nearly static gray fog suddenly boiled, and the "secret" entrenched at the top looked suspiciously at the ripples in the middle of the long table, and immediately gathered the scattered mythical creatures, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Who is "visiting" Yuanbao at this time?

Zaratul or another attempt by the "Fallen Mother" to use Bethel?

Could it be the uniqueness on the top of the mountain... Several of the most probable crises were quickly ruled out by "mystery", she stretched out her index finger and took the initiative to touch the ripples that were shrinking and spreading. There was a gloomy look on his calm face.

"Amon."

The majestic gray fog and the mighty projection of the spiritual world instantly suppressed the ritual built with the help of Derrick and Sesame Castle.

In Derrick's house in Silver City, Amon, parasitic in Derrick's body, allowed himself to be swallowed up by the dream that descended with the black veil, and looked curiously at everything strange.

Looking at the scene similar to the "secret" memory, I was amazed.

"It does have your style. This is a 'dream' stolen from the dark night."

A piece of extremely deep black peeled off from the night sky that formed the dream sky, and slowly landed in front of Amon, twisting and twisting, turning into a figure in a robe with a high hood.

"It's the 'record'."

A touch of silver floated under the hood that was supposed to be the position of the face, and a flat voice with "secret" characteristics came from it.

"It's almost the same, it's not our own ability anyway." Amon waved his hands indifferently, looked at the shadow robe in front of him with interest, and straightened the monocle in the eye socket.

"I always thought you were really out of control, but I didn't expect this to be just another layer of disguise for you."

"Heh, it's really interesting. If I hadn't felt the change from Origin Castle before, and someone was using my authority, I'm afraid I would still be deceived by you, just like what my father did at the time."

Hearing the faint complaint in Amon's words, "Secret" shook his head slightly, and turned to ask.

"Would you reveal your plans everywhere in order not to make people worry before committing fraud?"

"Of course not." Amon kept smiling.

She looked sideways at the colorful neon lights in the distance, trying to decipher the words on the billboard.

"Enough secrecy itself is an important premise for the establishment of fraud, and why should I consider whether others will worry?"

"Mystery" stared at the crystal glasses on the surface of Amon's right eye, feeling a little dazed for a while, she thought about it from the perspective of a natural mythical creature:

"Maybe it's because you care?"

"I care..." Amon repeated the word subconsciously and looked away.

She re-examined the appearance of "Mystery" in the dream, the flowing brilliance flashed through the monocle, and in front of the "God of Mystery" who established a fierce name in the second era, she recklessly analyzed her. Current state.

Unfortunately, the analysis of the mere Sequence Four could not see the truth behind the disguise, and Amon, who was frustrated, spread his hands angrily.

"Actually, I've been very curious recently. If you didn't lose control, how could little Zarath steal a Sequence One characteristic from you."

"She took advantage of the spiritual imprint of the 'Lord of Mysteries' in the angel characteristics of each Origin Castle's corresponding pathway."

"By allowing her to recover to a certain extent on myself, I deceived me, who was really out of control at the time." "Mysterious" replied mechanically.

"You were really out of control at the time?"

Amon repeated this sentence in a long tone, UU reading www.uukanshu.com looked at "Mystery" with some humor, and the corners of his mouth sneered.

"I haven't heard of a mythical creature that can recover from a loss of control without outside help."

"As far as I know, no matter it is 'The Hanged Man' or 'Dark Night', or even 'Paranoia', they should not be able to approach a King of Angels who supports a high level of willpower recovery, let alone help you get out of control. "

She stared directly at the silver-white mask that floated out of thin air under the hood, and her black eyes full of playfulness became serious.

"What's wrong with you, you have to deliberately throw out a characteristic in order to suppress your own instinct for aggregation?"

"Mystery" shook his head gently, as if he didn't notice Amon's seriousness, and talked about other topics.

"Do you remember the game I mentioned to you before?"

"In my time, in my motherland, there used to be a game called Go."

The hole on the silver-white mask turned to Amon, and the two black hollows were the same as the "secret" all-black eyes.

"Go was once regarded as a game for the wise, because it contained too many changes and trade-offs. Rather than attacking straight, deliberately giving up something was an important way to win in Go."

"The reason why the state of the ancient gods in the second era can be relatively stable may be the same."

Amon sneered again and sighed frivolously.

"Give up, aren't you talking about those guys who voluntarily gave up the so-called humanity?"

The silver-white mask lacking facial features stared at her silently, Amon stared at the two holes, and the bright smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

The "mysterious" inorganic voice floated out of the robe again, and a dazzling gilt appeared in the hollow of the silver mask.

"Do you see my humanity from the perspective of a natural mythical creature?"

Chapter end