Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 42

Somewhere on a reef in the Furious Sea, the huge waves engulfed by the gust of wind suddenly stopped in the air, and the surrounding thunderstorms also lost their sound. The entire reef seemed to be cut off from the surrounding environment, silent.

There was a twist in the air dominated by darkness, and the colors suddenly became bright. Several larger color blocks were glued to each other, and the strangely mixed and elongated figures outlined two tall men.

The bronze-skinned man with soft facial features and the "sage" with an exotic face each stood on the corner of the reef, facing each other with grim expressions.

"Are you 'secret', messenger?" Azik Eggers felt the familiar atmosphere around him, he found that he had temporarily lost contact with the underworld. blocked.

In his knowledge, only that and his followers can do this, only they can do it so thoroughly.

Wearing a white robe with a gold border, Ambrosius played with the Sealed Artifact ripped from Zilingus with his left hand - a wriggling hunger, his fingers slowly stretched, his body relaxed, and he responded indifferently:

"It seems that you recalled something? This time is much faster than before. Have you been to the old castle when you were Baron Lachem?"

Azik's frown deepened, and after trying to recall, he found some fragments in his brain.

"Are you Roman, Roman Ambrosius?"

Ambrosius raised his chin in surprise, the golden fringe on his white robe was embellished with hazy stars, and there was a hint of surprise in his peaceful voice:

"Aren't you doing something for 'that' now?"

"Which one?" Azik's brows flattened, the fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were mixed together, and obvious doubts appeared in his brown pupils.

The hazy starlight on Ambrosius was slightly dim, but it was still moving fast, as if to outline some unknown pattern.

He slowly took off the translucent human-skin glove from his hand, and while imitating the authority of the "underworld" to seal it, he looked at the state of Azik Eggers and asked:

"Why did you take action against that pirate named Qilingus?"

Standing on the corner of the reef, Azik seemed to remember something, and his expression was painful.

He tentatively walked to the center of the reef, and felt the stimulation of the memory in his mind brought by the obviously exotic man in front of him, and responded indifferently:

"Because of the request of one of my students, he is an official Beyonder, and this is the person they want to get rid of."

Ambrosius looked at the other party's movements, and there was a chill behind him.

Even a mythical creature couldn't deal with it calmly when he saw the death consul of the Balam Empire looking at him with such a gaffe and strange expression... Ambrosius put aside the thoughts that suddenly popped up in his mind. Strange idea, he said as usual:

"This is indeed a reasonable reason."

He looked up and down again at Azik, who was still standing in the middle of the reef, and asked tentatively:

"Looks like you remembered a lot of things?"

At this time, Azik's demeanor has changed greatly. The brown eyes are no longer gentle, but contain a touch of indifference, as if he has lost some of his emotions.

With the partial return of memory, the white wings spread from the gentleman's shoulders, and the feathers painted with mysterious patterns fell off from time to time, spontaneously ignited, and slowly fell to the ground.

Azik Eggers, who still had some pain on his face, looked at the green scales growing on his arms, and said in a low and majestic voice:

"I seem to have been taken advantage of. My previous fate was involved in too many unusual things. If it wasn't for the help of the 'Mysterious God', I might even have gotten out of control in front of Rahem's castle."

Ambrosius was on alert for the other party's state, and in his blue-purple pupils, doors made of stars appeared, layered upon layers, and spliced ​​into a dazzling symbol. He continued the other party's words and said:

"That won't get out of control, but you are definitely not you anymore. There are too many existing interventions in Tingen's affairs. You'd better stay in Backlund now, in a secret recovery state, or in some less dangerous places. Where to find memory."

"I can't help you too much about this. After all, I only traveled with you for a while after you lost your memory in the Pale Disaster." The rapidly changing patterns on Ambrosius' white robe no longer flickered, and gradually returned to Calm, "If your state deteriorates, surrendering to the Lord is also a good choice. I think this is not an unacceptable choice."

The huge white wings fluttered violently, and Azik, who had transformed into a half-human, half-snake, straightened up, and clusters of pale flames burned out of thin air around him, seemingly dispelling the anger around him.

"Tingen and my students, my enemies, I can't stay away from there and escape."

student? enemy? Ambrosius' curiosity was suddenly stirred to the extreme, but his restraint did not allow him to make a fuss. In the end, only one eyebrow was raised, and his tone was slightly ups and downs:

"You care about that student, and that so-called enemy, don't tell me you want to avenge the 'Death'."

Azik, whose face was also dotted with green scales, shook his head and denied:

"Not to avenge the 'Death', someone stole my son's skull, and he must pay the price he deserves."

Then he paused, the indifference in his eyes became a little weak, and he said with a little hesitation:

"Student, student, my student did help me a lot, but it was also a coincidence at the time, not long ago in the ancient castle..."

As Azik fell into self-doubt and stopped speaking, Ambrosius seemed to sense something, and there was a rare look of consternation in his eyes. He organized the language several times and asked after a long deliberation:

"Are you suspicious of that student?"

Azik turned his attention to the sudden question, and after a few seconds of silence, he answered affirmatively:

"No, I'm just wondering to what extent my life has been manipulated this time, and whether the person behind you has also intervened. After all, my students have obviously violated their fate."

No, the fate of the conflict is certain, that student of yours may be my lord... Ambrosius sighed slightly, and the muscles on his face almost twitched.

In connection with the previous awakening of the Lord, the appearance of "The Fool", and some events at the end of the fourth era, He could only think of the beginning of the Lord's plan, but He did not expect that the truth might be so unbelievable.

After all, about the conspiracy between the Lord and several other beings at the end of the Fourth Epoch, the angels under His seat do not know the whole picture, so the possibility of this situation may not be small at present, and this specific method is also of the Third Epoch. The one who used it.

Ambrosius calmed down and threw the "squirming hunger" that had been sealed in his hand to Azik, who was half-human and half-snake, and advised:

"I can't give a definite answer about the violation of fate you said, but I still recommend that you stay away from Tingen for a while, and if you need it, I can also provide you with some help to help you maintain your state. Your current humanity is more maintained under the arrangement of my Lord. The false humanity is the solidification of your character in this life. You need to find a way to find your true self, otherwise you will still go out of control. The way you are now It's the best proof."

At the end, He paused, thought for a while, and reminded again:

"The 'Death God' has awakened, don't stay in the Furious Sea for too long."

Immediately, the invisible barrier around the reef shattered silently, the wind rolled the waves and slapped the dark reef heavily, and the roar of lightning once again ruled the sky.

Opposite Azik, the figure of Ambrosius has disappeared without a trace, as if it never existed.

With the peculiar smell dissipated, Azik, who was half human and half snake, returned to his normal appearance. The dark blue suit on his body was stretched and damaged in many places. He rubbed his slightly swollen forehead and silently rubbed it. "Wriggling Hunger" was put on the left hand, and the color of the whole body increased for a while. In the background like an abstract painting, the figure of this tall man also disappeared.

As for Qilingus' spirit and characteristics, he doesn't care about the other party's whereabouts.

Alger, who had just been questioned by the "Singer of God" about the source of intelligence and did not receive many awards, was not surprised, but his dissatisfaction was rising.

However, considering the overall situation and his future future, Alger could only strictly abide by the orders given by the "Singer of God" himself, and stay near the scene, waiting for the death of the Archbishop, El Snake, Zilingus. the last divination.

After a few minutes, the archbishop walked out of the barrier formed by the water curtain, and with a glance, a man with an anchor tattoo on his neck, who was in charge of leading the "punisher" nearby, immediately leaned forward, humbly. He bowed his head and asked:

"His Excellency Archbishop, do you need us to investigate the murderer who killed Qilingus?"

El Snake shook his head silently, and couldn't help but look back at Qilingus' strange corpse. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com commanded in a deep voice:

"There's no need to track down the murderer who killed Qilingus. I will report this matter directly to His Majesty the Pope. This may involve two angels."

Angel... The rough man who was just about to express his position suddenly stayed in place and lost his ability to speak.

In the distance, Alger could barely hear the conversation. Although he didn't feel much surprised, he was inevitably a little rough, and his mood was difficult to calm down.

Although he was very clear that Qilingus was involved in high-level items, and Mr. Fool did have angels under his seat, he did not expect to dispatch two at a time.

If I dare to betray, this may be my fate... Alger's peripheral vision saw that Archbishop Snake seemed to have something to say, and moved a few steps in that direction imperceptibly.

Wearing a robe embroidered with a wave pattern, Al Snake turned his gloomy face to the MI9 member who had arrived late. He couldn't help but lower his voice and said to the subordinate next to him:

"The cause of Zilingus' death is kept secret, and it is claimed that the Spirit Sect and the Witch Sect have silenced them, and the traces of the angel's appearance cannot be revealed."

Correspondingly, it should be the "Death God" pathway and the "Witch"? With the sound of the flowing wind, Alger, who was alienated from the outside world, nodded thoughtfully, pressed his collar without a trace, and walked towards the "Singer of God".

Under reasonable grounds, he was allowed to cooperate with MI9 to search all possible traces of Qilingers' comrades in the surrounding area.

During the search process, Alger took advantage of the need to expand the investigation, unsuspectingly escaped the attention of the upper management, and walked to the area he was responsible for alone.

Under the cover of layers of clothing on his body, a crystal-clear pendant was shining with a faint purple light.

Chapter end