Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 32

Silent waves echoed in the small ward, and the furious Hood Eugen waved his forelimbs covered with iron-black scales, forcibly tore a scary enough crack on the ground.

The shards of wood and broken thorns on the cheap floor exploded and scattered under the gust of wind brought by his arm, and scattered out, leaving several obvious bloodstains on Klein and Dunn's bodies.

Dunn, who was in good physical condition, followed the sudden pain, quickly condensed his thoughts, and got rid of the influence of "mind shock". He did not try to enter Hood Eugen's dream again, but jumped and jumped. The ground rolled over and quickly moved to the right side of Hood Eugen. He decisively pulled out the gun, and the black muzzle aimed at Hood Eugen's mutated head, and issued a declaration of death.

boom! boom! boom!

Three silver-white bullets quickly plunged into Hood Eugen's head, which was covered with iron black scales, and directly blasted a terrifying wound at his relatively fragile temple, only around the blood hole. There are a few crispy, rolled up scales hanging there symbolically.

Klein, who had just barely recovered his thinking ability, looked at the scene in front of him, and at Hood Eugen, who had not yet fallen to the ground, and quickly pulled out the revolver that he had placed in the gun pocket under his armpit.

However, before Klein could make a second decision, Hood Eugen, whose head was destroyed by a bullet to create a **** hole, moved with twisted limbs. He staggered toward the barbed wire window scattered with crimson moonlight.

Does he want to run away? Klein subconsciously looked at the captain in the distance, and saw the calm in his deep gray eyes, Dunn stared in the direction of Hood Eugen, raised his arm once again, and the revolver's shot was ready to go. .

Klein took a long breath, quickly completed aiming at Hood O'Han's head, and then pulled the slightly chilled trigger.

After a mess of gunshots, he suddenly gave up the attack for unknown reasons, and the out-of-control Extraordinary—“Psychiatrist”—was injured and fled, and fell alone in this cramped and cramped ward. Like a watermelon that fell from a height, red and white, like a rainstorm, sprinkled every corner of the room.

Klein raised his arm, wiped the wet stain on his cheek with the back of his hand, and lowered his right hand to look, only to find that it was a little bit of yellow with a fishy smell.

He resisted the urge in his throat, stood up as if nothing had happened, and asked Dunn in a low voice:

"Captain, what did you see in his dream just now?"

Normally, even if it is a mental patient's dream, even if it is full of bizarre and terrifying distorted content, a "nightmare" who uses the dream as its home cannot be attacked by it, unless it is hidden in his dream. enough scary stuff!

Dunn looked at the corpse with its head bursting in front of him, and did not directly answer Klein's question. Instead, he prepared the "Requiem" charm in his pocket before rubbing his empty and stinging forehead, and said slowly. :

"The senior of the Psychology Alchemy Society that you saw when you were channeling Dust's spirit earlier, that middle-aged man in a wheelchair."

"Hood Eugen's mental attack just now should not be his own ability. I was hurt when I saw the man in the wheelchair growl. As for what Hood Eugen sent out, I guess it may be The leakage of the power that man had planted in his brain, he should have been hurt more than us."

"That is to say, he was the most seriously injured person in that attack?" Klein looked at Hood Eugen's decomposed corpse immediately after his death, and said with consideration.

In just a few breaths, the headless corpse turned into a pool of blood-colored mud in front of Klein's eyes. It seemed that even the most basic human structure had been destroyed. uniform to judge the position of his limbs.

Dunn took out the black gloves from his pocket, turned slightly sideways, his eyes were instantly dyed with a layer of deep pitch black, and the muffled sound of several heavy objects falling to the ground outside the door could be clearly heard.

Putting on his gloves, he pulled off the insane asylum suit covering Hood Eugen, and while examining, said:

"He should have been completely mad after that attack, so he acted like a panicked beast, and was killed by us so easily."

Also, he actually exposed the back of his head to us at the end... Klein's eyes roughly swept over a few intact parts of Hood Eugen's "corpse". The scales of light, but his heart that was dyed with light black and light blue, and became crystal clear, just staring at it would make people feel unbearable dizziness.

Klein gave up looking at Hood Eugen's corpse and walked out of the door of the room. He saw the staff who were attracted by the loud noise and who were now falling asleep under the captain's ability, gently bent down. Waist, dragged them all to a farther part of the corridor.

After doing all this, when Klein returned to the madhouse ward where the captain was, he found that Dunn had picked up the crystal heart.

Today, the captain seems to have been "picking up corpses". Compared with "Nightmare", he is now more like a "corpse collector"... Klein's brain diverged slightly, and he took out the paper he usually carries with him. Handed it to Dunn.

"Captain, do you need me to channel Hood Eugen?" Klein tentatively asked out of his "positioning within the team".

Dunn's deep gray eyes diverged slightly. After a few seconds of silence, he nodded and said:

"The ability of the 'audience' mainly covers the spiritual realm, and it should not be able to deeply affect the dead. You can try it."

After speaking, he looked at Klein who was untying the silver chain on his left wrist and added:

"Remember to predict the danger, don't force it."

"Of course." The corners of Klein's mouth twitched slightly, and he let the citrine that had been removed sag freely, and silently recited the corresponding divination statement.

Alas, after a long time, even the captain has acted like a "diver" in some respects. Klein muttered silently in his heart.

The freely drooping citrine pendant slowly rotates clockwise and gradually accelerates.

"There is no danger." Klein raised his head and said to Dunn.

Dunn, who had been watching Klein's movements, nodded, put away the "Requiem" charm he had been holding in his hand, and took two steps back to make room for Klein.

Klein familiarly arranged the corresponding preparations for the psychic ritual, sprayed his spirituality with a silver dagger, and built a spirituality wall that encloses the entire room.

Under the chanting in Hermes, Klein saw "darkness" spread out from the candlelight, which was dyed with dark colors.

In silence, he allowed this deep "dark night" to cover himself.

In the boundless darkness, Hood Eugen's slightly thin figure stood alone on the spot, with no focus in his eyes, just staring blankly in front of him.

Is this the spirit capital has been destroyed? Klein landed at Hood Eugen's side with doubts, and tried to contact the "psychiatrist" who had gone mad for a long time.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he said as calmly as possible:

"Do you remember Dust?"

"Remember." Hood Eugen said blankly.

Klein kept a certain distance from him and tentatively said:

"What about Lanvus?"

Hood Eugen was still unconscious, his lips slightly parted, and he muttered:

"A good person, a good person who helped me get rid of my confusion. He is the light that dispels the haze for me, and a thief hiding under the skin of sophistry and talk."

A psychopath is so philosophical, he may be more suitable to be a "midnight poet" than Leonard... Klein did not forget his original purpose, and asked:

"How did he help you?"

"Help..." Hood Eugen's cloudy and empty eyes showed a hint of clarity, and he was no longer inarticulate, and said at a faster rate, "I provided him with help, and he It provided me with an opportunity. He said that this is an opportunity. This is the worst era and the best era. All things have divinity. As long as we can seize the opportunity, we can also become the masters of the world and gain immortality. Divinity!"

Divinity? A Sequence Eight, a Sequence Seven, two beings that could only be called low-sequence in ancient times, are actually seeking divinity? Klein twitched the corners of his mouth, trying his best to maintain a calm tone:

"What kind of road did he provide, or what did you help him?"

With slightly clear eyes, Hood Eugen, who was standing still on the ground, suddenly burst out laughing, and replied in a confused language:

"Help...hahaha...help!"

"I just finished my job..."

"I'm just..."

Hood Eugen, who was laughing wildly, froze in place, his words stopped abruptly, the thin spiritual body was distorted, and a dark "dense ink" spread from his body, and the illusory shadow instantly wrapped it. After the spiritual body that was about to collapse, seven vague outlines of the heads were allocated, and the shadows were so unreal.

He roared at Klein who was imprisoned in place:

"Mysterious."

What the **** is this? Why do I keep seeing this? A layer of illusory and hazy gray mist quickly condensed around Klein, and the shadows around him suddenly "lived", turning into a smooth and smooth "black velvet curtain", connected end to end, wrapping Klein's spirit body, and instantly threw him out of the dream.

The "curtain" was twisted and turned into a viscous black liquid, which intersected with the slightly thin gray mist around it. The gray mist and the black liquid blended, and dense granulation-like worms appeared on the surface. Then, they intertwined into a A translucent dark cloak.

At the same time, under the jet-black cloak, an illusory mask with blank facial features was faintly visible.

Facing the terrifying shadow with seven jet-black heads, a gentle and calm voice came from within the illusory cloak:

"Don't be so excited about 'The Hanged Man', not everyone can withstand your ravings."

The huge shadow voice rumbled in the sky:

"It's almost become my instinct."

"Mystery" chuckled lightly, his voice calm:

"Then you might as well give your own characteristics to Saslier, anyway, you are essentially one person, aren't you?"

The illusory, deep shadow was silent for two seconds:

"Your current state is not stable. The plan we envisioned at the beginning has not been successfully realized. After all, there is no spiritual body that accommodates uniqueness for us to experiment with."

"Mysterious" translucent cloak floated for a while, the black liquid on the surface distorted, and the originally gentle and calm voice fluctuated slightly:

"Oh, you're not much better. With the way you are now, I really want to be decent for you."

"Is this some kind of slang from your China?" The Hanged Man, who was floating in the void, said in a low voice, no longer filled with terrifying babble as usual, "I originally thought I was relatively proficient in Chinese."

Proficient, this is why you took the uniqueness of the "white pagoda" and sent a clone to follow me for more than ten days. If I hadn't found out that your Chinese is so advanced, I wouldn't have discovered your perverted behavior... .. "Mystery" shook his head very humanely, with a little helplessness in his calm voice:

"You disappeared before the Chernobyl accident. Of course, it is impossible to hear the lines in the film and television works born in the new millennium."

"Tsk, I always think that you are the one who enjoys the most pleasure between us. Of course, compared to 'Adam' who inherited most of 'you' character, you are actually more likable when you are rigid, but it's too boring. , not challenging at all, I still prefer a pleasant atmosphere."

"Okay, you can continue to play, continue to use the **** of Adam and Amanisis, or you can continue to hang the clever 'swindler', just don't be deceived by him." "Mystery" returned to that gentle and calm state.

"It's not like you." The seven heads covered by shadows moved up and down, and their words were machine-like.

"Mystery" nodded indifferently, and said with a half sigh and half a smile:

"For me now, it doesn't matter what the outcome is. As long as civilization survives, I don't recommend more ups and downs for the greater good."

"Anyway, a person in history doesn't have to care about the evaluation of the world, right?"

The shadows of the sky and the earth trembled, the heads wrapped in seven illusory shadows sank into the darkness, and the whole dream collapsed.

A second before this illusory annihilation, the silver-white and transparent mask under the jet-black cloak quietly disintegrated, and a smile spread across Zhou Mingrui's soft face.

In reality, Klein, who was originally standing still, suddenly staggered two steps, two thin blood streams appeared from his eyelids, and he roared twice in a low voice.

Dunn, who was standing on the side, quickly walked up to meet him, took out the potion he carried with him from the inner pocket of his coat, and poured it into Klein's mouth familiarly.

"Cough, cough..." Klein coughed a few times, raised his right arm and wiped the bloodstains under his eyelid, his brain felt a tingling pain, like the first time he was on board It felt like the gray fog, as if there were countless vague whispers lingering in my ears.

Dunn handed him his handkerchief and asked with concern: "When you were channeling Hood Eugen's spirit, were you secretly attacked by the top of the Psychology Alchemy Society?"

Klein choked a few more times, then straightened up with Dunn's support, his voice was a little vain:

"No, I seem to have seen the real creator."

Chapter end