Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 43

In a municipal park near the Tussock River, Alger, with dark blue messy half-long hair, took a few turns and hid in the shadow created by several tall plane trees, clinging to the cracked and hard trees. The trunk, the right hand climbed up to the chest again, and pressed the necklace under the clothes.

Just as his fingers spread spirituality, the thick layer of fallen leaves under his feet swayed with the wind.

The yellow or red leaves were clinging to the ground strangely. The wind was clearly strong enough at this time, but they seemed to be pressed by an invisible weight. Only the tips of the leaves were raised upwards, and the withered leaves were in the sound of the wind. It shattered and swirled into the air.

They are spliced ​​and combined little by little, forming a cocoon-like ellipse in the air, and the illusory viscous black liquid flows out from the gap, as if it will drip to the ground at any time.

Until the viscous black liquid completely covered the surface of the cocoon formed by the fallen leaves, the eerie ellipse silently collapsed into a human shape.

Edmund Jason, as usual, descended beside Alger Wilson in a completely unpredictable manner.

"How does it feel to see your heart die tragically?" Edmund looked at his surroundings and asked in a casual tone.

Alger tried his best to suppress his rapid breathing. After quickly adjusting his state, he said in a low voice:

"Praise Mr. Fool, thank you for your shot."

Edmund smiled and glanced sideways at Alger, who was humble and bowed his head, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was even greater:

"No, I didn't get rid of Qilingus, I have no interest in this kind of little person. He is just like the commoners everywhere in Backlund, they are just "nutrients" raised by the gods in captivity."

Nutrients... Alger couldn't help swallowing, and the originally slightly curved back turned deeper.

As if he didn't see Alger's small movements, Edmund raised his left hand at will, and the surrounding environment suddenly became extremely quiet. His tone was a little more serious, and he was no longer as frivolous as before:

"It was the other angels under my lord who killed the pirate who called himself 'Lieutenant Admiral Hurricane'. You did a good job this time. Although you still haven't received enough rewards because of your background, this is a good start."

Following his own words, Edmund's right hand turned over, and a dark blue "gem" appeared in his hand. The surrounding air slowly revolved around the "jewel", listen carefully, and there seemed to be waves. sounded.

Alger, who secretly looked up, froze in place, his slightly open mouth couldn't utter a single syllable.

"What's the matter, isn't this what you've been longing for?" Edmund's mouth was still raised, his voice was magnetic and charming, "Don't you want it?"

Alger didn't get carried away by this sudden "reward", but quickly calmed down and asked carefully:

"His Royal Highness Edmund, is this the characteristic of Qilingus?"

Edmund nodded indifferently, and his right hand, which was covered with luxurious black gloves, played with the "jewel" emitting a deep blue shimmer.

"Yes, this is a bonus to the information contained in his spirit."

The information in the spirit, that high-level item may be more important than I thought... Alger followed the hints implied in Edmund Jason's words, and said boldly:

"His Royal Highness Edmund, I ask you to grant me the characteristics of this 'Wind Blessed One'."

The dark blue "jewel" flipped up and down between Edmund's five fingers. The jet-black luxurious gloves reflected the dark blue light. Edmund happily responded to Alger's question:

"Can."

Hearing these simple words, Alger couldn't help being stunned.

Edmund watched Alger's reaction with satisfaction, and stopped playing with his right hand. The hot breath from his mouth collided with Backlund's coldness, and a touch of white air appeared.

He looked at Alger standing in front of him, manipulated the sudden light spot in the air, dragged out a stream of information, and poured it directly into Alger Wilson's mind.

"This is the potion formula corresponding to 'Wind Blessed', complete the corresponding role as soon as possible, Qilingus' assassination of Duke Negan of Loen is just the beginning, many existences can no longer hold back, this is also your chance ." Edmund spoke slowly, as if always elegant.

He gently placed the 'Wind Blessed' characteristic in Alger's hand, and his magnetic voice remained the same:

"If you can successfully complete your future tasks, it's not impossible for me to provide you with the characteristics of 'Ocean Singer', and even ceremonies can be prepared for you."

Alger, who kept his back down, solemnly swore:

"Only believe in Mr. Fool, I will definitely complete your task."

Wow!

In front of Alger, Edmund Jason's figure in a gorgeous formal suit suddenly collapsed, and under the pull of gravity, a pile of fallen leaves suddenly merged into the red and yellow on the ground, as if everything just now was an illusion.

There was still silence in the shadows cast by the three plane trees. Alger slowly straightened his upper body, holding the characteristics of the 'Wind Blessed' in his right hand. His dark blue eyes did not reveal a trace of emotion.

In the silence, he heard a cynical sneer.

Just now because he was worried that Mr. Azik really went after Qilingus and caused an unnecessary accident, he had not taken any action until now. Only now did he board the gray fog and prepare to complete the "self-calling" Klein guided by spiritual intuition. He turned his head slightly and looked at the crimson stars not far away.

The crimson star corresponding to "The Hanged Man" expanded and contracted slightly, exuding an illusory and hazy light.

He then spread out his own spirituality and connected to the star that was constantly moving as if it was breathing.

As soon as his spirituality came into contact with the star, the entire crimson suddenly burst open, causing ripples to form a distorted blurry picture.

The "Hanged Man" with dark blue hair and nearly black hair and rough facial features is intertwining his fingers against his chin, praying devoutly:

"Dear Mr. Fool, thank you for your gift, Qilingus has been killed, and I will provide you with enough Emperor Roselle's diary as soon as possible."

Klein sat on the high-backed chair at the head of the long bronze table, his back slightly leaned back, and his right hand tapped the edge of the long bronze table unconsciously.

It seems that Mr. Azik should not encounter any accident... Klein closed his eyes, and immediately scattered the picture composed of crimson light.

"I know."

He continued to use his spirituality to touch the crimson star that symbolized "The Hanged Man" and threw his words into it.

After doing all this, he was no longer distracted, but carefully observed the illusory gate that had formed above the gray fog.

A majestic spirituality is surging around this gate, and the ripple-like light pattern is mixed with traces of spirituality, which gently stretches out its general shape.

Klein concentrated his mind, controlled his own spirituality, and exerted an invisible force on the symbol in the center of the gate, which was a mixture of "eyes without pupils" and "twisted threads".

Silently, the endless gray fog and the magnificent and majestic giant's palace seemed to be dropped by a boulder, and ripples appeared in circles, wrapped in a lot of spirituality, and rushed towards the illusory " The Gate of Summoning".

A heavy rubbing sound suddenly sounded, and the door slowly opened, revealing a gap that radiated faint light.

After that gap, countless indescribable transparent shadows swam recklessly, and in a world that was extremely dark and deep, seven bright and pure brilliance of different colors that contained endless knowledge covered the "sky".

The Seven Lights and the Spirit World... Klein nodded secretly. After observing for a while, he voluntarily plunged into the darkness.

But what he didn't find was that behind him, on the high-backed chair painted with the symbol of gray fog, a "ghost" in a jet-black robe and a hood was quietly floating there.

He watched silently as Klein plunged into the "Gate of Summoning", watching that the door was about to collapse and dissipate.

Suddenly, the entire piece of gray fog stopped moving, and the ubiquitous gray-white fog strangely flowed back to where it was a few seconds ago, and a little dazzling starlight appeared on the important fulcrum of the "Gate of Summoning", which seemed to be strengthening this place. A phantom door.

The figure in the black robe raised his hand gently, and a translucent worm with twelve links and scattered with stardust-like brilliance drilled out of the gray-white mist beside him and plunged into the "Summoning Gate".

Unlike Klein, who had already descended into the real world and was making various attempts, his heart was slightly overjoyed, the little bug that "mysterious" put into the "Summoning Gate" directly sank into the corresponding spiritual world~www .mtlnovel.com~ As soon as the strange worm entered the range of the spirit world, all the spirit world creatures around it all cast their gazes at it, and then lost their vision together.

Only a spirit dragging a huge scythe and also wearing a broken black robe stopped its own movement. A milky white worm vaguely emerged from under his hood, madly twisting his illusory body as if trying to escape.

Gradually, gradually, the milky-white illusory insect stopped struggling, twelve golden links grew on its surface, stardust with bright rays of light gradually emerged, the illusory body gradually became real, and the milky white became translucent. Back under the hood again.

The figure dragging the giant sickle moved its limbs, as if nothing had happened, and once again wandered aimlessly in the boundless spiritual world with no concept of direction.

After a while, the spirit-like Klein returned to the gray fog. His figure sat on the top of the long bronze table, and there was still a clear smile on his face.

He has just successfully tested the possibility of "I summon myself", which will be able to do many things that his own sequence can't do, enough to be called his secret hole card.

"Next is the secret note..." Klein whispered to himself.

In the previous attempt, he had successfully used his spiritual body to bring the notebook into the gray fog.

With apprehension and anticipation, he once again opened the cover of the blood-stained notebook.

In his sight, the previous content still existed, but after that, a blood-red handprint was clearly printed on the page, and the color was extremely rich, as if blood would spill out at any time.

Chapter end