Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 252

boom!

Another startling sound shattered the tranquility of Backlund at night.

The official forces active in the East District, West District, and Chorwood District raised their heads in a panic, and then hurriedly descended, busy with the things at hand.

In front of Cappin's mansion, the silver and white in the sky almost extinguished, and the bright and dim light illuminated the area around the spire of the house like day, and it was completely visible.

"Singer of God" Ace Snake held the two tarot cards with different pictures, his face darkened.

"Not the 'Rose School'."

A faint arc of electricity danced around him.

"The breath on that person is very complex, with 'distortion', 'fate', and the smell of undead."

The first-level sealed items in the basement of the Holy Wind Cathedral contained two highly dangerous sealed items, the "lawyer" pathway and the "destiny" pathway.

As an archbishop who often needs to check the degree of seal, Ace Snake is naturally more familiar with the breath of these two pathways.

"It's not a undead..." The mature man with a pair of golden eyes beside him looked down at the corpse that seemed to be attached to something near the head on the ground, and there was an indescribable terror in his peaceful tone.

"I didn't feel the undead imbalance in his spirit."

"And the tarot ... this is the second such incident in nearly two months."

Cardinal Snake turned his head shyly, his eyes twinkling with silver.

"The first time is the special operation of Evernight Church in the Eastern District?"

That operation involved a certain amount of military power, and the True Creator almost descended, destroying part of the buildings in the Eastern District near the Backlund Bridge, so the higher-ups of the Backlund Church knew a little bit about it.

The mature middle-aged man sorted out the folds of his dress blown by the wind.

"I have seen the internal report, and the tarot card also appeared last time, but it was not clearly pointed."

"Only the 'World' card and the 'High Tower' were placed on Lanvus' chest."

Ace Snake didn't think about who Lanvus was. He slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air along with the ups and downs of his chest. The palm of his hand holding the two tarot cards slightly exerted strength, as if a gust of wind was bred.

The mature man on the side saw that there was a surge of spirituality, he quickly cast his gaze, and his mouth was slightly opened.

Fortunately, the gust of wind in Ace Snake's palm quickly subsided, the two fragile cards were intact, the majestic emperor was still staring at him, and the horn in the angel's hand was glowing with golden reflections, as if it would sound at any time.

"Enable 1-306." The energetic voice of "Singer of God" suddenly sounded, the mature and elegant man shook his head, his palms on his side moved slightly, and in the end he didn't do anything. to the back.

Outside the gate of the mansion, the first batch of punishers finally arrived.

Above the gray fog, "Mystery" with golden lines floating on his wide robe stared at Klein who had just removed all his disguise, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"Good job."

His spirituality was almost exhausted, and Klein, who couldn't stop stinging on both sides of his brain, glanced at himself half-body, and held both hands, bringing in the loot captured in the battle just now.

Thin gray mist drifted between the two of them and the long table, covering the bronze mottles that symbolized the traces of the years.

After a brief silence, Klein picked up the steel glove that seemed to be shaking at the moment, and sighed slowly.

"You said, why did the kingdom use this method to collect slaves."

"Mystery" glanced at the steel glove, and it suddenly trembled more intensely.

"The answer is already in your memory. Many inconspicuous details, when put together, are often the most unreasonable truth."

"Even sometimes, the spiritual connection is beyond your imagination, and many coincidences are actually just the inevitability of fate."

Sure enough, what Roselle said was right, killing these god-ass dogs... The mentally exhausted Klein didn't want to guess these dumb riddles, so he put down the glove, and immediately brought in the gray fog to suppress its activity. , picked up another "jewel" shining majestic golden light.

"I only know that there must be many such things. Even if it is not in Backlund, it will be in Jianhai, on the coast of Dixi, and in the colony of the southern continent."

"If I guess correctly, the Loen royal family should still be involved with the Aurora Society."

Klein slowly raised his head, stared at the half-body whose divine nature seemed to have the upper hand again, and said sincerely, word by word:

"Do you know these things?"

There was a glimmer of light in his eyes, and he seemed to be praying that the **** who had always implemented the "civilization supremacy" philosophy had nothing to do with this matter.

"I know." "Mysterious" Dan Mo nodded, ignoring the shock in Klein's eyes.

"Know what, what can you do?"

She was chasing after him like persecution, watching Klein's depression, the gilt flowing in the dark children seemed to cover the last touch of humanity.

The crimson stars at the height of the dome kept expanding and contracting, dispelling part of the haze caused by the gray fog, but in this palace, in the endless sea of ​​fog around the palace, this little ray of light was nothing but a drop in the bucket.

"I can't do anything, I'm just a 'magician'." Klein straightened his back again, his body surface was spiritually flowing, and he gradually wrapped his body, as if he would return to reality in the next second.

Seeing how he didn't want to look at him, the corner of "Mystery"'s mouth raised slightly and then fell quickly.

"You played the 'Dark Emperor' today and escaped in front of the two demigods. How is the digestion speed of the potion?"

Hearing the sudden change of topic, Klein, who was about to return to reality, was stunned for a moment. Although he was reluctant, he replied peacefully:

"In addition to the previous role of 'Rose School', it is almost digested."

Thinking about the feedback on the last potion tonight, Klein's thoughts diverged slightly, and incidentally, he recalled his last actions when facing the two demigods, and the right hand on the armrest suddenly trembled.

Sitting at the bottom of the head, "Mystery" silently watched his half body, and tapped the table lightly with his fingers.

A spiritual coincidence...what are the last two cards I have left?

The child hole in his eyes spread slightly, and his trembling right hand froze.

If the "Emperor" card symbolizing the "Dark Emperor" was something he could keep from the beginning, the other "Judgment" card could almost be said to be a gift that was thrown at random.

"Trial" and "Emperor"..."Arbitrator" and "Lawyer"....

This is a pair of interchangeable paths... Klein's eyes widened, and an unimaginable guess gradually came to his mind.

I chose the "Dark Emperor" card because it is the most personal item I have, but it requires a large population and the support behind the kingdom. MI9 can only control the core of the kingdom at will.. ....The Sword of Judgment is the symbol of the Loen royal family, which corresponds to "Judgment"!

You played the "Dark Emperor" today... Well done... In the dead mind, the peaceful voice of "Mystery" broke the last barrier, and Klein's shoulders suddenly became weak, full of exhaustion road:

"The kingdom is preparing for the 'Dark Emperor' ceremony?"

He didn't even want to believe what he said.

After the Fourth Epoch, in the Fifth Epoch, which has lasted for more than a thousand years, no gods have been born.

Will the Seven Gods, and even the other gods in the shadows, really allow it?

One question after another stuck in Klein's throat, but he couldn't ask any questions.

"You guessed right."

Looking back, "Mystery" nodded calmly, and the golden lines floating on the surface of the wide robe gradually darkened.

"But, why?" Klein suddenly shouted, the surrounding gray fog trembled, and rolled back to the sides like a crawl.

The "Mystery" at the bottom glanced at the gray fog and said:

"There are only three royal families that can still be called the Angel family, Einhorn, Augustus, and Stiano. At the same time, the Augustus and Stiano families each have an 'Order of Order'. The hand' is also the sequence one of the 'arbiter'."

"In this case, if Loen can really have a 'Dark Emperor', then she will break the deadlock between the North and South Continents."

... Klein opened his mouth slightly, unable to say a word.

If it were normal, if he knew the name of a new angel-level sequence, he would have cheered a little, but now, he seems to have lost the ability to think, just slumped on the head, like a withered sculpture.

"Then your opinion, the opinion of the gods..." He murmured slightly.

Your previous guess is correct, Zhou Mingrui, he is too weak... The roar of thousands of overlapping babble whispered in the ear of "Mystery", listening to the nonsense literature from Tianzun, "Mystery" Shaking his head slightly.

If it weren't for the cruel situation of the Second Epoch's Innate Sequence One and the ancient gods fighting, she would be just the 9-to-5 social animal who had just entered society.

Fortunately, she walked all the way from the abyss to her own territory.

Cruelly, this **** will stay with her until the end of time.

"We won't have an opinion."

"Mysterious" voice was calm, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"From another point of view, if one day you want to become a **** and backstab me, you want to become a real 'The Fool'."

She paused and made a not very funny joke, but managed to attract Klein's attention.

"The gods, including the night, the truth, my allies and my enemies, have no opinion."

"They will only cheer that there is a 'fool' who is no longer under so many restraints, and can solve the things they have never had the courage to face."

"Those who have opinions can't express their opinions, and they in the astral world will not care about such innocuous things."

Before she knew it, "secret" changed back to Chinese, but Klein easily understood the different pronouns in her last sentence.

"I'm fine."

Klein suddenly half smiled and half sighed, the smile on his face was much uglier than crying.

He shook his hand, indicating that "Mystery" didn't care - although she really didn't care.

"I need a spiritual response, thank you for answering my question."

A burst of crimson instantly enveloped his body, and he watched as he fled away from the gray fog. "Mystery" tapped on the long mottled table, staring at the unchanging gray fog that seemed to be far away from the fetters of time, wondering what he was thinking. what.

The crimson stars inlaid in the dome finally burst open, and the three-headed dragon, the dark figure of Loholid, crawls in front of a wasteland with a low voice.

"Great Lord, according to your oracle, I have found a complete city-state..."

"They seem to be the subjects left over from the creator's era. They were ordered to guard the gray fog at the end of the continent, calling themselves Moon City..."

"Please forgive my ignorance, is this the city you want me to shelter."

The gilt in his eyes is no longer, but his face is still pale. The gods slowly raised their heads, the gray fog behind him was thick, and the crimson was bright.

On the wasteland of the Land Abandoned by God, Loholid suddenly saw the figure of Mohu held up by seven clear lights above the spiritual world.

"Praise my name, Praise the name of 'The Fool'."

"They stay in the dark for a long time, adhere to the oracle of the creator, and according to the principle of reciprocity, I will give them miracles."

13 Minsk Street, nominally rented by Louis Invens.

Hanging the long black trench coat in the cloakroom, Dunn, who was unable to fall into the spiritual cage to suppress Beyonder characteristics and the mysterious snuff bottle, stood in front of the window, staring at No. 17, who had not yet turned on the lights, and there was a faint hint of worry in his eyebrows.

Different from the Eastern District warehouse where the Beyonder power is weak, the Beyonder guarded by the Kapin Mansion is definitely stronger, and even contains two middle sequences, with a higher degree of danger.

The Archbishop of the Church of the Storms seems to have gone there too. Klein should be fine... On the way back, the figure surrounded by the wind left a deep impression on Dunn.

Although it was not the first time he had met a demigod, it was the first time he had witnessed the power of a demigod up close.

Considering that such a dangerous person was also attracted by the explosion of Kapin's mansion, he had to worry about his colleague who had come back from the dead.

Although it has not been completely determined, after recent observations and various violations found before, he is almost certain that it is Klein.

Feeling more and more stuffy in the chest, Dunn opened the window, Shuren took out the cigarette case, but found that it was empty.

Staring at the unsettled night sky outside the window, Dunn's frown slightly tightened. After three hesitations, he turned and walked into the house. He took out a pipe and a small amount of tobacco leaves from the drawer under the coffee table in the living room.

Rubbing the pipe that had been polished to a little shine, a flash of nostalgia flashed in Dunn's eyes.

This is his funerary item, the personal item that was put into the coffin with him at that time, and it belongs to the same nature as Klein's citrine pendant.

Cancan sparks ignited on the dry tobacco, a familiar feeling slid into his lungs along the air, Dunn narrowed his eyes slightly, his brows still furrowed, staring at the end of the road where there was not much light.

Plumes of smoke rose along the pipe, gradually thinning, and finally, when the last of the tobacco was about to burn, a visitor was greeted by a gas street lamp at the end of Minsk Street.

The familiar double-breasted coat trails a long shadow, and the crisp tap of a cane is incomparably clear at night.

A minute later, the lights on No. 17, which was cold and lonely most of the time, turned on. Dunn stared at the silhouette that was constantly busy and tired, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned upwards.

"good."

The "Requiem Master" who hadn't tasted the smell of a pipe for a long time didn't know who he was talking about.

pat.

The light on the first floor of House 15 went out.

－－－－－－off topic－－－－－

I have an exam tomorrow, I'm going to go today, so I'm sorry.

Chapter end