Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 3

"A 'secret' believer?"

The "girl" wrapped in a gray and complicated palace skirt had a strange smile on her face, raised the skirt corners with both hands, raised her hands and lowered her hands, and performed a nondescript court ceremony.

The man in the white gold-trimmed robe did not change his expression. He continued to strengthen the blockade of the spiritual world and space. He put his right hand on his chest and answered the question posed by the "girl" just now.

"I am the tracer under my lord, Roman Ambrosius."

"The great 'Mist of Uncertainty', you are not slowly corrupting and waiting to die in the valley of Hornakis, why are you interested in being a thief?"

The "girl"'s expression did not change, she still had a standard smile, she looked up and down at Ambrosius, avoided the question, and joked:

"Is it because 'Mystery' lost too much energy when it sealed the 'City of Calamities' and lost himself in it?"

"Why do you bugs hiding in the gaps in time and space all have the face of a 'hunter'?"

As she spoke, she looked around at the irregular marks on the walls of the surrounding caves, which seemed to be slashed by knives and axes, and changed the subject abruptly, with a hint of mockery in her tone:

"Speaking of which, after all, you are mortals who steal the authority of the gods, and you just imitate the behavior of the gods in a foolish way, imagining that you will truly gain authority through this, and put on a gorgeous coat to accept the worship of even humbler mortals."

Ambrosius stared blankly at the neurotic one-man show of the "girl" opposite, gradually tightening the space around her and accelerating the cutting of them.

The "girl" at the moment is like a specimen embedded in a diamond!

But she was still calm, facing this huge cave, and said to herself:

"The clown of Solomon, his understanding of order and distortion has only touched the worst side."

"In the vast starry sky, I have seen many thieves who want to touch the authority of order, but only he is so despicable." At this moment, the voice of the "girl" suddenly rose, and the pattern of the gray and complicated palace skirt also followed suit. The distortion seems to be connected with the distortion traces of the surrounding cut space.

"This child-like asymmetrical aesthetic is just as ridiculous as your poor spatial arrangement."

"Although the 'mysterious' guy is shameless, he is still unmatched on the road of a liar. You have too much bottom line."

Ambrosius frowned. He just wanted to adjust the arrangement of the surrounding space and make another segmentation, but he was surprised to find that he was locked in his own trap!

Immediately, his eyes shattered and bleed as he looked directly at the witch demigod who had been completely manipulated by the "Uncertain Mist".

The essence of this altar is the storage for the Tamara family to summon and solidify the power of the "Uncertain Mist". The performance of "Uncertain Mist" in front of Ambrosius just now was not a groaning insanity. Part of him would not have had mental problems because of this!

Everything He did just now was to delay time and take the opportunity to transfer the power within the bodies of those Tamara family members that he had deposited on the ground!

And the existence in front of me that uses the witch demigod as a container is not a "mist of uncertainty" in the true sense.

She is more like a mental suture that accepts part of the fog of uncertainty and part of consciousness!

While trying to simulate "fraud" and throwing himself out of the ruins, Ambrosius closed his eyes and asked carefully:

"You manipulated her to accommodate that planeswalker trait?"

"The Mist of Uncertainty" raised his eyebrows indifferently, and while tightening the manipulation of space, he played with his hair like a little girl, wrapping it around his fingertips bit by bit, Spread out a little.

"Actually, my goal at the beginning was you, and I had no choice but to choose her as the container."

"Oh, this body is a naive and stupid fool. The only thing she can praise is to be fooled."

"Unfortunately, you have the aura of Sefirah Castle on you."

"Although I am very interested in the authority of 'mystery', I don't want to be put into a lamp like another self."

"You are indeed very smart. You have deliberately avoided communicating with me from the very beginning, but at the beginning, because of 'bribery', I distorted my mind and answered my question."

"To be honest, I don't think my 'distortion' is more worth guarding against than your 'fraud'."

"Also, you really have a bottom line, and your moral standard is quite high!"

"Obviously, as long as I kill all the remnants of Tamara, I can eliminate the hidden danger of my quick accumulation of strength."

"You should really learn from your master on this point. It is always the stupidest choice to leave risks to yourself. You are far worse than another mysterious angel-the 'sage' in this regard."

"I have been in contact with him so many times, how could I not know how many angels he has. Your response is my best key to unlocking the shadow of order."

The words of "Uncertain Mist" were deliberately compressed into crazy syllables. These superimposed sounds tore apart Ambrosius' thoughts, and the invisible words turned into tangible soldering irons, stinging His soul caused substantial expansion and contraction of his body, and endless fragmented light spots and worm heads made of starlight appeared, which seemed to collapse into a mass of scattered worms in the next moment.

He couldn't help speeding up the "fraud" of the rules and space, completely abandoning the blockade of the surrounding, just hoped that he could stay away from the terrifying existence in front of him.

In the next second, everything returned to calm. Ambrosius, who should have used "fraud" to escape the ruins, remained in place, while the "mist of uncertainty" opposite him disappeared!

He seemed to have noticed something, distorted the target at the moment when the "fraud" took effect, and took the opportunity to "chaos" the layout of the space, giving up the idea of ​​using space cutting to kill Ambrosius, and directly broke away from the original. It should be the remains of the altar of his own home.

Ambrosius stared blankly at the silent and empty spiral staircase in front of him. He found that the pollution he had just caught by looking directly at the "Uncertain Mist" was gone!

He hurriedly lowered his head, and silently recited the honorable name "Mystery":

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

"A great ruler farther than far away."

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

"I beg your attention..."

The dazzling and dazzling stars flickered again, quickly changing their arrangement in front of the whispered prayer to Ambrosius.

He is trying to use his corresponding crimson star symbol on Sefirah Castle to divination the whereabouts of the "uncertain fog" container.

After a while, Ambrosius suddenly raised his head, his brows were tightly closed, and his expression was unprecedentedly heavy.

He did fortune tell the information of that container.

Xia Lu Tamara Treville, this is her new name, and her next target seems to be Backlund, who is enriched by the Inquisitor pathway.

But this is the feedback from Seimen Castle, and the Lord did not respond to his request.

Although the Lord has hardly answered prayers since he fell asleep, this time, He can clearly feel that the Lord's honorable name is invalid!

Under normal circumstances, even if a deity falls or is downgraded, the honorable name will still point to that god. Only when the gods themselves give up the honorable name and block prayers can the honorable name become invalid.

Ambrosius frowned, and "roamed" himself into the depths of the spiritual world. Looking at the seven rays of pure light in the high place, he couldn't help but wonder:

"'Lord', are you awake?"

Klein stood beside the typewriter, carefully watching Frye write yesterday's mission report and the reimbursement application for the corresponding consumption. It was not until he saw that all the materials he had used had been included in the list, he nodded with satisfaction, and stood on tiptoe. The foot quietly left the typewriter, like a big cat eating cheese.

Because he spent too much energy and spirituality in the divination last night, he quickly fell asleep as soon as he returned to the Nighthawks lounge, and only now did he have the energy to determine whether he could reimburse the materials.

After saying goodbye to Dunn and Roshan, Klein left the Blackthorn Security Company. He had made an appointment with Dr. Duster from the lunatic asylum to meet at one o'clock in the afternoon.

"Speaking of the knowledge I gained last night, I can report it carefully in the future. This should increase my 'contribution' and help me to be promoted to the clown faster."

"I can't forget the fact that the gray fog seems to have life."

"Tsk, my Sequence is still too low, even if it really hurts me one day, I don't have any countermeasures..."

Klein has already walked to the "Shooting Club" at 33 Zoetland Street, UU Reading www. uukanshu.com He didn't go directly to the shooting range dedicated to the night watchman. Instead, he found a place in the hall to sit down, took a newspaper from the small table next to him, read it leisurely, and pretended to wait for someone.

In fact, he is really waiting for someone. He wrote to Dr. Duster before to meet here.

After nearly ten minutes, Klein heard heavy footsteps approaching him. He put away the newspaper and saw that Dr. Duster, who was quite gentle, was already standing in front of the club's front desk.

Klein looked at Dust, who was paying by the front desk, wearing a black silk top hat, a fitted tuxedo, and gold-rimmed eyes.

He put the newspaper back, also went to the front desk to pay the fee, and followed Duster into the small shooting range No. 7.

After confirming that there was no one behind him, Klein softly locked the door, turned to look at Dr. Duster, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he joked:

"You seem to have a lot of experience in underground joints, Mr. Duster."

As if being stabbed by something, Duster turned his head sharply and looked around, until he used the ability of the "spectator" to confirm that there was no one hiding around, and then said a little reproachfully:

"Officer Moretti, deliberately scaring people is not a gentleman's behavior."

This is humor... Klein shrugged, carefully took out a 10-souler note from his wallet, and handed it to the other party, "I just think Loen's life lacks too much humor."

"This is your action cost. We will not let peripheral members bear the task cost."

Seeing that Dust was stunned, he still accepted the 10 soli note, Klein immediately said sternly:

"That 'mental patient', has Hood Eugen behaved abnormally recently?"

Chapter end