Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 241

"Light."

The golden flame ignited all around with Neus's whispers. In the narrow space, the round and thick scorching light column and the scorching flame rain alternately appeared, cutting the semi-circular passage that had not much room for activity into multiple pieces. area.

Wearing black scales, the abnormally long "demon" kept spinning and jumping in the air, and its sharp hook-shaped claws were fastened to the cement wall, and its limbs moved quickly.

The blood-red boy Kong, occupied by the rage, frequently looked around, following the slender figure hiding behind the golden stream of light, moving up and down.

"Burn."

Another round of light of purification descended from the sky, and it was attacked from the beginning of the battle. Gradually, the "devil" who couldn't bear it opened his mouth wide, and a thick brimstone flame spewed out along with the "blasphemy", and the moment it passed the front of the mouth Infected with a spiritual curse, the orange-red mixed with gunpowder smoke instantly turned into deep purple.

"Purge!"

He picked up a handful of holy water again with both hands, and with the help of Neus, who rolled to avoid the first ray of flames, he held the short staff of the sun in front of him. With the holy water that was fanned out in front of him, an unprecedented divine light appeared in front of his eyes. Rising, different from the original thin color, this relatively narrow beam of light could only block News's torso, and it was linked with the holy water to form a wall, which firmly blocked the fire dragon venting his anger.

Different from the "witch" black flame that burns spirituality and the dragon's breath that is close to biological instinct, the "demon"'s breath is more inclined to the combination of extraordinary abilities and physiological skills. The distinction of species is slightly better, but that also means it's equally limited by the downsides of both.

For example, now, after spewing a huge amount of flames, this "ancient demon" who has barely reached the sixth level of the sequence has no possibility of re-breathing in a short time, but in a small space, not too thin sulfur has been filled. With a poorly ventilated pipe, just a little spark can completely explode here.

This is also the reason why this "ancient demon" poured out all his breath at all costs.

On the ground that was no longer muddy, Neus moved his charred hands slightly, his eyes staring straight at the "devil" who was gathering fire breath and re-positioning.

In a few seconds, the remaining holy light and flames here will disappear due to the lack of spiritual support, and the sun scepter in my hand is not an item with Beyonder characteristics. On the other hand, this is a short staff that will hurt me just by using it, and it consumes a lot of spirituality every time it is used...

To put it simply, I may be finished here... After clarifying the status quo, News felt more comfortable than ever before. The inorganic substance belonging to the "cold-blooded" gradually faded away, and human emotions re-occupied the high ground.

In the moment when the "ancient demon" on the ceiling rushed over, he thought a lot.

He fled from his family because of disgust, and did not dare to integrate into normal society because of fear. He has been isolated from the group and regarded as an alien. If it wasn't for the creator to see him as too pitiful, he would push the lovely angel to his side and let him be the first Once he tasted the beauty of warmth, he will probably embark on the road of promotion sooner or later.

Cortana... The fiancee's appearance gradually became clearer, enduring the severe pain from the wound that opened again, a bright smile evoked at the corner of Neus's mouth.

He suddenly picked up the short staff that had been loosened, and turned the staff with both hands decisively. A cold light flashed along with the movement, and swiftly swept past the almost dry holy water puddle, stabbing forward.

"Sorry, you're so ugly."

Hot blood sprayed through the air filled with the smell of sulphur, and sharp claws shaped like eagle hooks ripped apart most of News' shoulders, leaving only a few fibers connected between the white bones and the bright red muscles.

But at this time, on the slender face of the "Ancient Demon", which is very similar to reptiles, it is not the cunning of the hands nor the mad sneer, but the indescribable hideousness occupying all, and a sharp blade is stabbing him. eye socket.

"Leave far away!"

The right arm that was almost torn apart by the sharp claws of the "devil" drooped low, and News, who had the same ferocious face, roared, turned his waist sideways, his eyes narrowed, and he turned in the opposite direction, letting the man stuck in the crack of the bone let it go. The sharp claw tore off his right arm, and at the same time, his left arm was clenched with the right fist that was holding the handle of the stubby. All the holy water attached to the blade was pushed in.

"Light!."

The ancient Hermes words that are so simple that they are only single syllables are squeezing Neus's spirituality that has already dried up. The dark purple skin covers the torn and cursed black part of his right arm, bearing the omen of out of control brought about by spiritual overdraft. The legs suddenly exerted force, and jumped back before the other paw of the "devil" attacked.

With an unprecedented happy smile on his face, he looked at the only one eye left of the "ancient demon", and looked at the madness in each other's eyes.

I'm still a "demon" after all...

boom!

The sturdy holy light descended from the sky, engulfing everything in blazing white, illuminating the sewers that never had daylight.

In the sewer passage, Leonard, who fell at the back of the team, silently looked at the two companions who were looking around, trying to understand what they were doing.

Although he was a rookie who had just joined the Red Gloves, he didn't have much chance to learn more Beyonder knowledge when he was in Tingen, but in his impression, even the Sequence Six "Requiem Master" of "The Sleepless" should There is no means of reconnaissance other than driving spirits.

Not to mention that compared to the "Necromancer" who can also communicate with spirits, the "Soul Master" can only tame some relatively weak, newly formed spiritual bodies, and basically have no combat power.

So what means is Louis Yinwensi, or this guy disguised as Louis Yinwensi, exploring?

That Sherlock Moriarty should also be the Sequence Eight "Joker" of the "Fortune-teller". When I was working with Klein, I never saw anything in him that would reveal the enemy's whereabouts just by looking at it. ability...

You say so, old man?

old man?

Leonard tilted his head and waited for a long time without hearing a response.

I remember that the old man could hear my heart... Leonard glanced at the two people nearby who were still carefully scouting, took a deep breath, and lowered his voice to repeat:

"old......"

"Okay, stop screaming." Pallez's slightly helpless old voice sounded in his ear, interrupting Leonard.

She didn't expect that she was getting old, and she was worried about whether she would easily reveal her existence when parasitizing.

"Requiem Master" and "Joker", huh...

Pallez laughed dryly, not knowing how to answer for a moment, he simply avoided the topic and questioned Leonard instead.

"Do you really want them to know of my existence and report you to the church?"

"Of course not." The poet student, whose doubts were choked in his throat, covered his mouth and shook his head aggrievedly, but he was a little unconvinced and wanted to defend himself.

Suddenly, before Leonard turned his head to cover his mouth again, Dunn, who was walking at the front, suddenly stopped and looked in one direction. The dark red eyes seemed to turn pitch black for a moment.

"Can you see something in that direction?"

Following the direction Dunn pointed, Klein leaned closer to the wall, his upper and lower teeth thumped, and silently opened the perspective of spiritual vision and spiritual body line.

He tried to stimulate the maximum distance of the "substitute". A weak gleam rose from the back of his hand, and under the cover of illusion, Klein closed his eyes, gradually raised his viewpoint, and finally caught a few illusory silk threads straying from the boundary.

"It's not very far, about 90 meters in a straight line."

He can't grasp the line of the other party's spiritual body, even if this Sealed Artifact comes from the hand of "Mystery", it can only make up for the gap between Klein and the real "Secret Puppet Master", at most control within five meters. Spiritual Thread.

Dunn nodded slightly, and the darkness in the dark red eyes flickered again.

He looked at Leonard and pointed to himself.

"Which direction are we approaching, after entering your control range, you directly try to control the target in a dream, and I am responsible for close contact."

"You should know that the 'Dream Demon' cannot move in the 'Dream' state."

Leonard frowned slightly and folded his arms together.

"Maybe I can carry you behind my back."

Dunn thought for a while, then nodded seriously, as if he really wanted to do this.

Anyway, whether he is "falling into a dream" or controlling "darkness", it will not affect his actions, and there is also a sealed item made with the "hermit" feature. Even if he uses the shadow, he can also bring the unconscious Leonard with him. Fast forward.

Leonard, who was startled by the proposal, opened his mouth slightly. He looked at Dunn in shock, as if thinking about how the other party could come up with such a method.

"Perhaps, we can give up the 'dream' first, and try to control it without rushing until we actually see the enemy."

Klein, who had been silent, raised his cane with one hand and hung the attachment revolver on the hem of his jacket, breaking the deadlock.

Having completed the final adjustment, he met their gazes and shrugged indifferently.

"If we find that Mr. Andre is really the Sequence Eight of the 'criminal' pathway, we have every opportunity to subdue him directly in a short distance, and we may not need to pull him into a dream at all."

Klein looked at Dunn thoughtfully and Leonard, whose brows were slightly relaxed, was just about to say something, but his spiritual premonition reacted one step ahead of him.

Mo Hu's picture feedback suddenly came, and Klein, who was nervous like a conditioned reflex, looked again at the direction where the spiritual body line was floating. After several refractions and obstructions, a white light that was no longer strong illuminated the foot of the concrete wall. moss,

"Gentlemen," the "Magician" hummed without much laughter, and made a slightly serious joke, "I think we need to hurry up."

This is Backlund, the capital of the powerful country of the Church of Storms, not to mention the Beyonders of the "Sun" pathway, even the Beyonder items in the "Sun" domain are very rare.

The white light just now and the warm breath that followed were clearly the characteristics of the "sun" pathway.

After looking at each other, the three quickly reached a consensus. During the running process, Leonard, who was dissatisfied with the arrangement just now, silently obeyed, and retreated to the end of the team again.

In the narrower sewer channel, every time the three of Klein ran a turn, the pungent sulfur smell in the air became heavier, reminding them all the time that the enemy waiting in front was indeed a "devil".

As the distance approached, Dunn's running speed gradually slowed down and fell behind Klein. He pushed the glasses that were about to fall off the bridge of his nose, his eyes were dyed pitch black, and his facial features sank into shadows, as if hidden behind the veil.

A blood-red ring was taken out of Dunn's pocket and put on the middle finger. The rich shadow matched the "darkness" that was more inclined to the concept, and it became active in an instant, and the faint ripples turned into "waves", swimming through the light. The twists and turns of the barrier quickly slid to the two vague auras in the distance.

The ability of the "Hermit"... Leonard, who fell behind him, was a little surprised, but at this time, he took out his own gun according to the process that was negotiated in advance.

He was familiar with one-handed reloading, and before he even tried to find a target, he saw Detective Moriarty, who was running at the forefront, stopped, and looked to the right with a dignified expression, his eyes pierced through the wall.

The detective who claimed to be just a "clown" slammed his right hand together, the tangle in his eyes swept away, and a bright flame suddenly rose from his pocket, engulfing the entire figure.

In the other channel separated by a turn, the sulphurous gas diffused around suddenly stagnates for a second, and then the floating flames and a small-scale explosion illuminated the place again.

The scraps of paper torn apart by the heat generated by the explosion floated in the air. In the dark corners, a charred paper figure was carbonized and shattered. Klein, who avoided the damage with the help of a double, walked out of the flames slowly. The light blue-eyed boy slammed around and stopped on a figure near the exit of the passage.

The slender body was covered with clothes that could not see the original color. Charred black and dark gray were changed to every corner of the skin. Except for the shocking red light at the wound, almost no other color could be seen.

Although his face was completely pale, Klein's intuition told him that the person who fainted on the ground was Neus Andre.

Zheng!

The golden coin rose and fell from his hand, and the numbers on the front also proved Klein's intuition from the side.

So he was attacked too?

This Mr. Andre is indeed a blood-worshipper, but he is the one who was hunted down?

Klein stood cautiously on the spot, without rushing up to investigate Andre's specific situation, he slowly turned around and looked into the darkness deeper in the passage.

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The scattered gunpowder smoke has not yet settled, and in the pungent black dust, a blood-red evil light gradually became clear.

It's just that the monster hidden in the dust mist doesn't seem to be in very good condition. It is just silently taking advantage of the shelter of the dust to constantly adjust its position, waiting for the opportunity to give the person in front of him a fatal blow.

It's a pity that the few threads hanging on your body have betrayed you... Klein, who can see clearly from the perspective of the spiritual body thread, pouted, and pulled out the "Attachment Revolver" with his left hand. Continue to pull the trigger at the figures under the illusory threads.

"slow!"

A slender figure with no good flesh on his body jumped out, and his strong hind limbs supported him to jump to the ceiling, but the missing part of his front limbs failed to grasp the opportunity tightly, only his left paw barely hooked. live on the wall.

The "ancient demon" who barely survived under the holy light of the last detonation of Neus looked down at the indifferent humans on the ground, bared his teeth uncontrollably, and expressed his anger.

If he hadn't suffered the explosion of the "Sun" pathway at close range, and consumed all his breath in the battle with Neus, and could no longer mobilize long-distance means in a short period of time, he would definitely shred the human reptile on the ground.

Well, this "devil" has no wings?

Klein looked at the slender figure hanging on the top of the sewer, and raised his eyebrows in confusion.

In his impression, the "devil" should be the kind with horns, wings, and the ability to throw fireballs of brimstone, but this "devil" is obviously different from the one he has seen before, more inclined to Will What Auceptin has shown is the style of the ancient **** Fabuti, with a hint of the color of a giant dragon.

But whose dragon doesn't have wings... Klein took a closer look at the back of the "devil", it was bare, and the scales were missing or turned out after the explosion. In short, there was no good meat. It looked like It's disgusting like getting ringworm.

With inexplicable sympathy, Klein, like the "Magician" who had finished his performance, bowed slightly in the direction where the "devil" was hanging upside down, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Steady footsteps sounded from behind him, and before the "devil" could fully understand the provocative action, the shadow on top of him suddenly came to life, and several sticky lines approached the essence. The tentacles bound his limbs, the wave of shadows boiled frantically, and a pitch-black spike slammed through his abdomen exposed under the shadow of the ceiling, smashing the soft internal organs of the "devil" no different from humans, squeezing more like a human. It was the blood of the mud that stabbed out from the back ridge, and the blood that was crimson and nearly black was dripping.

Dunn, whose face was calm, stopped, unlike Leonard, who had a weird expression and couldn't help suppressing his excitement. He looked at the "devil" body that had lost its vitality, and couldn't help but wonder:

"The kind of 'devil' never seen before..."

"Perhaps this is the 'ancient demon' guessed by Mr. Mitchell." Klein nodded in agreement, and walked quickly to Neus Ender, who had fainted on the ground, his arms had been cut back by Leonard and handcuffed. thunder. Check the other's wounds.

Although not very skilled, he had also learned some basic skills from Flay when he was in Tingen.

Carefully flipping Newus's burnt hands, Klein conjured up a bottle of pure dew and sprinkled it on the "cold-blooded" wound.

"What are you doing?"

Leonard looked at Klein thoughtfully, put away the key to the handcuffs, and crouched beside him.

Klein put away the empty metal bottle, and then pointed to the scalds that could be seen everywhere on News' hands, and then pointed to the "devil" corpse behind him who was dragged to the ground by shadow tentacles from the ceiling.

"Don't you think it's strange that what attracted us just now was the holy light of the 'sun' pathway."

"These burn-like wounds are typical of the damage caused by the ability of the 'sun' pathway."

Klein stood up straight, pinched Neuss' left hand with a little hair to cooperate with the spirit pendulum, and then looked into the depths of the passage where the smoke and dust had not yet dissipated.

"I think I probably have a clue about this Andre's recent whereabouts."

Chapter end