Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 451

The fine scales broke through the shackles of pale skin and scorched black burns, domineering occupied every inch of the surface of the cold face and slender body, the muscles on the smooth back surging, the bright red blood vessels showed abnormal purple red, like an out-of-control giant python. Wriggling like crazy, under the frantically wriggling sarcoma, two slender, mucus-coated sacs drilled out.

boom!

The tenacious wing bones twitched the air, creating two afterimages in the air. The dense and mysterious patterns spread from the roots, and the huge wing membranes unfolded, and the surface was entwined with dark purple flames.

Sharon has never felt so peaceful in the world.

She opened her eyes in a daze, and in her pale red vision, two figures with different colors were standing next to her in front of her. Among them, the dark blue and black inside seemed to be reciting some incomprehensible language.

But Sharon didn't care. The severe pain caused by the burns and rapid changes in her body and her body's instinctive thirst for flesh and blood drove her, forcing her to want to eat. The incomparably strong desire accumulated over the decades due to "abstinence" Ignite under the "devil" trait at this moment.

"Desire Apostles" are "devils" who control people's hearts, and their first victims are often themselves.

"...Hohoho."

There was a cruel smile on the corner of her mouth, and Sharron struggled to stretch out her palm.

"...Fusheng Xuanhuang God."

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."

Looking at Sharon with obvious "demon" characteristics and a cold face beyond recognition, Klein, who had taken the last step backwards, sighed softly, imperceptibly.

In the next instant, in Sharron's field of vision occupied by scarlet, the blue-black figure in the aisle disappeared strangely, while the pale figure standing beside him was crawling on the ground in horror, his tall skeleton trembling uncontrollably.

Immediately afterwards, she looked up at the sky with a feeling, and her consciousness disappeared.

"Sure enough, young people can play some games."

In the hall of gray fog, "Mystery" looked at the figure sitting upright on the high-back chair, the abstract symbols behind the chair were difficult to identify.

His eyes slowly swept across the cold face, the folded and slanted legs, the torn and complicated palace skirt, "Mystery" couldn't help shaking his head, looking at the long table with his fingers banging on the long table. , a distraught Klein.

"I..." Klein took a deep breath, stood up with fists in both hands, and lowered his head to "Mystery".

"I remember you said that 'Xenogeneic' and 'Devil' are adjacent pathways."

"That's right." "Mystery" nodded irrefutably, his eyes were all black and indifferent, "but jumping adjacent paths to promotion would face far more risks than ordinary promotion, not to mention the direct infiltration of the 'devil' characteristic The body of the 'Wraith'."

"What do you think is the probability of success for promotion without ritual assistance?"

The image of Beyonder losing control quickly flashed through his mind, and Klein was dumbfounded.

"Then... is there no other way?" After a moment of silence, Klein murmured, his voice was dry and hoarse, his eyes slowly turned to the right, like a little boy who made a mistake, glanced at He hurriedly dodged, fearing that the fine scales and dark purple skin that symbolized the "devil" in the next moment would pierce through the pale and replace the cold face.

Different from witnessing Extraordinary being out of control several times before, and different from cursing or obsessively tempting those familiar faces to destruction, this time it was Klein himself who committed the original sin.

If it wasn't for him asking Miss Sharron about the whereabouts of the human-skinned shadow feature, he wouldn't have encountered the "devil".

Or, these things will still happen, but they won't feel so guilty.

He hated his vague idea of ​​evading guilt, but he couldn't do anything about it. He wanted to gather Sharon's spirit body like this, but he raised his right hand and couldn't let it down.

"Actually, there is another way." Seeing that Klein was about to make a dangerous move, "Mystery" said unintentionally.

The half-raised right hand froze in the air, Klein raised his head, and his voice was surprisingly calm.

"So, what's the price?"

He took a deep breath, "What is the price? Equivalent exchange is also your creed."

Tianzun's playful low laugh in his mind became more and more annoying, the expression of "mysterious" remained unchanged, and his palm faced Sharon.

"Actually, you did a good job of pulling her spirit body here immediately, blocking the influence of the 'devil' characteristic on her, and leaving enough room for me to operate."

"Just like the formation of some sealed objects, if Beyonders get potions in the form of contact rather than swallowing, the next promotion will be a slow process."

"The potion will alienate and transform the body of the Beyonder little by little, until it collapses into a monster of equal personality, or is lucky enough to be transformed to accommodate the characteristics contained in the potion."

"Mystery"'s wrist turned, and Sharon's body instantly rose up with layers of illusory viscous blackness, squirming and converging toward her heart under the powerful cohesive force.

He ignored the mysterious pattern revealed on the surface of the "wraith" body, and the surrounding gray fog boiled, and rushed towards Sharon enthusiastically, wrapping her body layer by layer, preventing the divine power in the pattern from leaking, affecting only the Klein of Sequence Seven.

"But, what's the price?"

Klein looked at Sharon, who was gradually getting out of danger under the manipulation of "Mystery", without being led astray by the standard knowledge science of "Mystery", and insisted on asking.

The glimmer of light in his hand was still hazy, and "Mystery" looked at Klein obliquely.

"Are you going to bear the price for her?"

Unsurprisingly, Klein was stunned for a moment.

"Mystery" looked at his young self and couldn't help laughing.

"Isn't it obvious at a glance who is going to become a 'Wraith' of the composite pathway demigod and a Sequence Seven who has just collected the materials for promotion?

"But this is me..." Klein slumped his shoulders, stared dejectedly at the faintly visible deep purple light wrapped in layers of gray fog, and murmured and shook his head.

"Mystery" ignored the half-body that had fallen into self-doubt. The half-turned wrist suddenly twisted, and the surrounding gray fog receded, revealing Sharon sitting quietly on the high-back chair.

In his spiritual vision, on the left chest of the slender figure as delicate as a puppet, a dark purple "heart" is beating slowly. The gray-white ripples that drifted silently in the outer layer could only release its own aura slowly but firmly through a connection with the spirit body itself.

"If you really want to pay any price, why don't you let this Wraith enter the small party you organized." "Mysterious" glanced at Klein and made a request that he didn't expect.

Entering a party?

Seeing the puzzled look in Klein's eyes, "Mystery" continued unhurriedly:

"Just like the Augustus longing for the throne of the 'Dark Emperor', I am also longing to restore integrity and help the 'real' get out of madness."

"The idea of ​​your party is good. After a period of time, pawns who will not attract attention can achieve good results with a complete plan."

"Mysterious" eyes skipped over Klein and stopped at the abstract symbols behind him that were glittering with "Twisted Lines" and "Words Without Pupils", saying word by word.

"Simply put, it's the swap of 'The Fool' and 'World'."

The never-ending sea of ​​gray fog fell into tranquility, and "Mystery" stared at his half body, looking forward to Klein's reaction.

But unexpectedly, a smile appeared on the corner of Klein's mouth.

Although bitter, he was smiling.

"To be honest, you made such a request, but I felt a lot more at ease."

Klein rubbed the armrest of the top high-back chair and patted it lightly.

This place was originally a "secret" kingdom of God, and now it is not an unacceptable harsh condition for him to return it to the other party.

And now, looking at the decision he made not long ago, Klein couldn't help but feel shaken.

If I hadn't refused "Mystery"'s help at that time...

No, revenge belongs to Klein the Nighthawk, not the "mysterious" half body, there is nothing to regret... Klein shook his head, then looked at "mysterious", his eyes were calm.

"I'm willing to pay the price."

Immediately afterwards, he took the initiative to replace the position between himself and "Mystery", slowly got up, and bowed deeply to the figure behind the gray fog at the top.

"Mr. Fool, you can start."

pat.

The hour hand moved again, and the time that had been suspended on Sharon quickly returned. The pale and delicate face that was not human-like was slightly wrinkled, and she opened her eyes slightly confused.

This time, Klein saw the familiar light blue.

Dizziness took over her brain, Sharron looked at the endless gray fog in her eyes in confusion, under the force of the vigilance she had cultivated for a long time, her blurred eyes quickly flashed vigilance.

Under the guidance of her spiritual intuition, she first looked at the bottom of the long table and stood respectfully, with obvious black marks on her body, showing a slightly embarrassed figure.

Sherlock?

Looking at the figure that looked like Sherlock, she nodded slightly to herself, feeling the inexplicable guilt in it. Sharon, who accidentally touched the cold stone chair with her fingertips, recalled her last thoughts before her consciousness disappeared.

I... seemed to be contaminated... Then, feeling all over her body but finding that the contamination had disappeared, her heart moved, and she looked in the direction Klein bowed.

On the top high-backed chair, a pitch-black figure in a tattered robe had an indifferent expression, surrounded by endless turbulent gray fog surrounding this mysterious being, and the dark eyes hidden behind the thick gray fog seemed to contain some kind of inconvenience. The horror of words witnesses everything, and seems to devour everything.

Sharon felt the instinctive shudder from her soul, and after only weighing it for a second or two, she silently stood up and bowed to the top one with a smaller range.

"Thank you for your great existence. I wonder if I can know your name."

"Mysterious" came the indifferent voice, but did not answer.

"Aren't you going to introduce yourself?"

"This should be the most basic courtesy."

Sharron was stunned for a while, as if she had not yet completely shaken off the effects of the pain and pollution. She turned her head slightly sluggishly and looked at Klein, who was still bowing to the stone statue, motionless.

"My name is Sharon, and I am a believer of the Temperance Sect of the 'Bound God'." She turned around and replied.

Hearing the name of "Bound God", "Mystery" seemed to be interested and changed his sitting position slightly.

"'Mysterious God', you can also call me 'The Fool'."

"Mysterious God"..."The Fool"!

Sharon was chewing on these two names that she was not unfamiliar with, and even had contact with them recently, and a trace of complexity flashed in her eyes.

She thought for a moment, and lowered her gaze a little, only daring to stare at the long mottled table in front of "Mystery".

"Thank you for your help, the great 'God of Mysteries', I don't know what price I need to pay."

Yes, very polite... "Mystery" glanced at Sharron, and looked at Klein without a trace. He would remember the memory of helping him wipe his **** every time after his death divination, and the corner of his mouth Slightly upward.

"Don't worry, the 'world' has already paid the price for you."

Without waiting for Sharon to express surprise, he continued:

"Although you have nothing to help me, I think you can provide some help to my followers."

"I have temporarily suppressed that 'devil' characteristic for you. You can be promoted through rituals at any time you think is right."

"Devil"... Sharon bowed respectfully again.

"Follow your wishes."

Under "Mystery"'s gaze, she looked around, taking in the entire giant's palace-like palace and the endless gray fog, and finally stopped under Klein and other high-back chairs glittering with various abstract symbols.

"Respected 'Mysterious God'..."

"I prefer to be called 'The Fool' by others now." "Mystery" casually added.

Sharon paused, "Dear Mr. Fool, is there anyone else here?"

"Mystery" nodded.

"Some people like you who have accepted my help, or who are my favored ones themselves."

"They set up a regular meeting, and I'm a witness."

Sharon fell into silence again, turned her body halfway, and watched as she finally settled behind her, rubbing symbols of abstract elements such as thorns and "devil" horns, and then looked at Klein, who was as silent as a stone statue, and shook his head. Shake lower lip.

"Can I participate?"

"Okay." Klein leaned against the back of the chair leisurely, tapped his left index finger, and a set of tarot cards with missing parts slowly unfolded in front of Sharon's eyes.

"They use the tarot card as the code name, this is the rest, you can pick one."

Sharon glanced at it, closed her eyes, and touched the direction of her right hand by feeling.

She looked at the cards in her hand, and her voice was illusory.

"'Temperance', I choose 'Temperance'."

In a cheap hotel room in the Eastern District, Klein checked the doors and windows that had been completely closed, and walked back to the square table lying across the center of the room.

There were no burn marks on his body, and the black double-breasted coat was brand new as before. Only his dim eyes and the human-skin mask on the corner of the table could prove that he had just experienced some unforgettable memories.

After Sharon chooses the "Temperance" card, "Mystery" lets them leave the gray fog and informs Sharon that the party will be held every Monday at 3 pm.

After returning to reality, Klein found that the Bone Messenger was guarding beside him, holding the characteristics of the shadow of the human skin in his hand.

Your state will return to before encountering the "devil", which is the gift of the price... With the words "mysterious" in mind, Klein kept picking up the materials with both hands and putting them into the cauldron, and he was familiar with the preparation." The Faceless Man" potion.

If it is true as "Mystery" said, a greater disaster is about to happen in Backlund... Klein stared at the cup of black and green liquid, held the beaker, took a slow breath, and looked at the front.

The illusory figure of "Wraith" slowly emerged, with light blue eyes and a blood-red outer layer, Sharon nodded to him.

The corner of Klein's mouth twitched stiffly, then raised his right hand, and suddenly poured all the potion into his mouth.

The stimulating ravings swept through the brain without warning, and gradually melted under the comfort of the silently rising gray fog. In this way, a long dozen seconds passed.

Controlling the melting and dissolving of skin, muscles and bones, Klein, whose eyes were tightly closed, drove his body with his senses. The stubble and hair color changed rapidly. The bookish air disappeared.

He slowly opened his eyes, looked at his own reflection in Sharon's eyes, touched the cheek that was somewhat similar to Dunn, and suddenly laughed.

"Oh, 'Faceless Man'."

Chapter end