Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 61

"We are all the same."

"Children stumble out of the darkness and grow up under the blessing of the stars. After he has seen everything in the world, he will eventually return to the darkness and return to the embrace of the goddess."

"Today, there are two more devout guardians bravely marching towards the end. They died for us and for the goddess's lamb in the mortal world. This is the detachment of the soul and the interpretation of the true meaning of guardianship."

The bishop of St. Selina's Cathedral recited the concluding remarks of "Peace" in a low voice. The silver stars on his robes and the crimson moon crown on his chest shone in the afterglow of the evening, exuding a spiritual halo, silently comforting the surroundings. wounded soul.

In this solemn atmosphere, Melissa and Benson stood next to the members of the Blackthorn Security Company, surrounded by Elizabeth and other friends, their eyes were red, their faces were haggard, and they seemed to faint in the next second.

The little girl who had just lost an older brother clasped her hands tightly against her chest, followed the bishop's rhythm softly, and offered her final blessing to Klein.

"May you walk in his kingdom and go to a happy sleep under the gaze of the goddess."

"Praise the goddess."

The bishop who presided over the ceremony was silent for a few seconds, staring at the black-and-white photo of Klein's book on the tombstone with divine eyes, sighed, and turned around and said to the accompanying relatives:

"Now please let this young man rest in peace."

For the first time, Melissa, who had been slack in her eyes and didn't cry or make trouble, reacted for the first time, her pale arms raised forward, as if trying to grab something.

Seeing this, Elizabeth, who was supporting her, hurriedly held her friend's cold palm, and whispered comfort to her ear.

They watched Klein's coffin being lifted by Benson, Fry, Bright, and an inspector sent by the police station, and slowly sent into the grave.

With the sound of rustling, in Melissa's eyes, the last trace of her second brother in the world disappeared.

Leonard was injured and could only rely on crutches to move around, so he was excluded from the burial team and was staying on the edge with Kernley in a wheelchair.

He looked sideways at the scene in front of him, at Klein's strong sister, his vision suddenly blurred, and he turned his head away.

When the tomb was almost formed, Melissa broke free from Elizabeth's support, squatted down silently, and buried the old copper whistle she found from her brother in the soil.

After doing all this, she nodded to her eldest brother, and then took a few steps back. A thick stone slab covered the tomb with a muffled sound.

In the sad atmosphere, no one wanted to disturb these two poor brothers and sisters, so they left one after another and left the cemetery.

When the sky was getting dark, the sun was about to completely set, and the state was extremely poor, as if Benson, who had not slept for several days, suddenly said:

"I went to find a hired carriage, it's getting cold..."

Saying that, he draped his black coat over his sister's shoulders, and he quickly walked away from the tombstone, trembling.

Watching her eldest brother leave, Melissa unconsciously tightened her coat, and the tears on her cheeks gradually wetted the fresh soil.

She squatted in front of the tombstone, tears streaming down her face. It was hard to see her brother's face in the photo, and it was even more difficult to see the gray mist that seemed to caress her head.

In the approaching twilight, the thin mist embraced the sad girl, struggling to shield her from the wind and cold.

But other than that, there is nothing left.

The clouds in the middle of the night blocked the radiance of the red moon. With the departure of Azik Eggers, a thin gray fog shrouded Klein's grave again.

The mist seems to contain endless brilliance, mixed with the starry sky of the abyss. They come from the spiritual world, infiltrate continuously, penetrate the obstruction of the thick stone slabs, and climb up to the one in the dark coffin as if the pause button was pressed. A corpse without a trace of decay.

boom!

Suddenly, on the stone slab at the top of the tomb, a wave of illusory ripples continued to spread, forming a temporary "door".

Hands that had always been slightly pale, with wet mud particles, stretched out from the "door".

This "dead" with blurred eyes moved very decisively, fumbled out of the coffin neatly, and climbed out of the tomb in the deep pit.

He felt the extra memory in his brain that accompanied the return of the astral body, he couldn't help holding on to his sore temple, and with one hand he fished out the Azik copper whistle that was buried by Melissa in his tomb.

"Heh, I've already attended my funeral." Klein put down his left hand on his forehead, looked at his epitaph, and laughed at himself.

Because Klein's spirit body has been kept above the gray fog these days, the only thing he can do is to chat with "Mystery", try to deceive some information, and then use the power of the gray fog to watch his brother and sister. life.

In these long few days, he has almost gone through the grief with his brother and sister from a ghost perspective, watching them suffer insomnia and pain as a bystander, watching them cry in order not to worry about their relatives Buried in the quilt.

Klein finally glanced at the epitaph selected by Benson, sneered at the "best brother" on it, and left in front of his tombstone mercilessly.

With the images he saw on the gray fog, he found the captain who was buried on the other side of the cemetery only by memory.

The gentleness of Dunn Smith's black-and-white photographs, and the deep gray hidden in his eyes, loomed by the occasional crimson moonlight that pierced through the clouds.

He still smiled faintly, with traces of the years hidden in his eyes, and his hairline did not change at all, and it seemed that it would not change again.

Klein's eyes swept across Dunn's birth date and death date on the tombstone in turn, and finally stopped on the epitaph.

"The true guardian."

"The most trustworthy companion."

"Forever captain."

Klein, who had already "attended" a funeral with him, suddenly had difficulty controlling his emotions. In the misty brown eyes, the captain in the black and white sheet seemed to resemble the afternoon of the day his master died, playfully. After blinking, the mellow voice still seemed to echo in Klein's ears.

"We saved Tingen."

Suddenly, his inspiration was touched, he hurriedly wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, and quickly moved behind the tombstone.

Note? Klein found a note sticking to an inconspicuous corner behind Dunn's tombstone, with a graffiti version of the heart on it. The crayon marks were still glued to the paper, like a child's clumsy prank. .

When was this posted!

As a member of the Nighthawks who participated in the fight against the Son of the Evil God in Megoos' stomach, of course Klein knew what this was a metaphor for. This was not a prank at all, but a vile mockery, an insult!

He ruthlessly tore off the note, held it tightly in his hand, and clenched it so hard that it was almost unrecognizable.

"Ince Zangwill?"

Klein gritted his teeth, silently reciting the enemy's name with barely moving lips.

According to his knowledge, the traitor of the Nighthawk who planned everything behind the scenes was a "necromancer" who was good at manipulating spiritual bodies, and he was the only one who could take this picture while Klein was watching most of the real scenes. The insulting note was quietly glued behind the captain's tombstone.

But what was his motive?

Is it just to ridicule an unknown night watchman to vent his dissatisfaction with the Church of the Evernight Goddess?

"Maybe he didn't post it?" Klein put his hand on Dunn's tombstone, feeling the coldness of the stone, and gradually regained his calm thoughts, recalling his first sight of "mystery" on the gray fog.

He said that he was Zhou Mingrui who had passed through as early as the second era, and won the throne of the gods in the age of ancient gods.

Until the end of the fourth era, He fell into a deep sleep with the help of his own allies, separated his own humanity, and thus had himself, through the various experiences of human nature incarnated in the mortal world, and through the various emotions generated by human nature during the journey, Stable state, trying to regain the power of the peak period, gather the power of time and space, and achieve the purpose of returning home.

This sounds very reasonable, and it is also in line with the reason why Evernight did not make any movement after casting her gaze at Klein, and even allowed him to be promoted.

However, there is a bit of inconsistency in this.

Is the incongruity of your own destiny really because of the script of 0-08?

Just like what he asked when he was chatting with "Mystery", fate can only depend on one person, so now is his fate Klein's or Zhou Mingrui's?

"Sigh..." Klein tore the note in his hand and left Dunn's tombstone with both hands, "Captain, thinking about it now, I think it's not bad to go to Goddess Divine Kingdom, at least you don't need to be bothered by such things. Excuse me, you don't have to participate in the game of gods, you used to be under these pressures..."

He shook his head with a half sigh and half a smile, as if patting the captain's shoulder, patted the cold tombstone, and left the place where the past was buried.

"Captain, bye."

A soft sigh echoed in the gloom and chill, like a touch of warmth in early spring, slightly dispelling the depression in the cemetery.

Klein's figure is lonely and decisive, like a traveler who has lost his home and is preparing to go further into the unknown.

This is his farewell to the past, farewell to memories that can no longer be resurrected.

Yes, most people cannot be resurrected.

With this thought in mind, Klein had already walked out of Raphael's cemetery. Naturally, he couldn't see that after the torn note had completely disappeared, a pale hand pushed the slate away, penetrating the moisture-stained piece of paper. Dirt, sticking out of it.

Ten minutes ago.

"Mystery" looked at Klein, who had left above the gray fog, and dragged a translucent cocoon that was covered in the thick fog to the long bronze table.

Continuously conveying spirituality, the thread of the spiritual body that reinforces the spiritual body in the cocoon stretches out like a life, and a spiritual body with a high hairline and a straight nose emerges from it, and floats quietly in the air, as if intoxicated. In sleep.

"Mystery" sitting on the high-backed chair in the first seat stared at the heart reshaped by himself in Dunn's spirit body, looking at the heart that had been branded with "dark" colors and constantly exuding dreamlike emotions, his brows couldn't help. wrinkled.

I hope Amanisis will not misunderstand, I really don't want to pry his corner, if it is not necessary for the plan, I will not go to his unhappiness in death...

"Unfortunately, if I told him all the plans at the beginning, it would be much simpler than now." "Mysterious" raised his right hand slightly, and his spirituality extended to a chaotic crimson constellation. , skillfully opened one of them.

"He is the new favored one. He is about to wake up in Raphael's cemetery in Tingen. You will lead him."

The calm and gentle voice was transmitted through the inflated crimson stars. Dunn Smith's sleeping spirit body was also wrapped in the thin mist around it. With the help of light, it quickly sank and returned to the real body from above the gray mist. .

The leader of the Nighthawks squad, who was wearing a brand-new suit, sat up from the tomb a little dazedly, just like every time he couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality, he was sluggish for a long time before he regained his thoughts.

"I'm not dead?" Dunn said the reality in his memory in a daze, then climbed out of the tomb, turned around in confusion, his deep eyes completely solidified when he saw his picture on the tombstone.

According to the rules of the night watchman, if a zombie is found to be revived while patrolling the cemetery, it should be destroyed and cremated immediately to ensure the safety of the public!

"So should I go to the crematorium to reserve a place by myself..." Roshan has been complaining about being rigid on weekdays, and Dunn, who has gradually become too serious, laughed at himself. After joking, he quickly checked his body, looking for traces that might be contaminated by evil forces.

Ignoring the cold in the north of Luen, he took off his clothes and found that there were only a few shallow wounds on his chest that were still wriggling and recovering, but the big hole he had dug out above his heart had healed as before, and he could feel it. The bursts from below are powerful.

I am...

"Resurrected."

With the insertion of an abrupt male voice, Dunn, who was staring at his chest, turned around quickly, his arms spread out, and the ability of "Nightmare" to pull people like a dream was silently released.

Whoops.

The peace and darkness that had just spread shattered, and the unformed dream was ruthlessly destroyed immediately.

A man in a gorgeous formal suit smiled, surrounded by blue butterflies, and jokingly looked at the "darkness" Dunn unintentionally released just now.

"Yes, it seems that after being infected with high-sequence characteristics, even low-sequence ones will have certain authority characteristics."

Driven by this magnetic voice, the illusory butterflies suddenly accelerated, wrapped around Dunn who couldn't react, and bound him in place.

"Your Excellency, who are you?" Dunn didn't struggle with his rich experience, but calmly asked his own question, "Did you resurrect me?"

Edmund Jason, who was originally investigating the movements of the demon family in Port Enmat, but was forced by the Lord to work for no reason, shook his head slightly and said:

"It's not that I resurrected you, you are the favored one chosen by my lord, and I, as the angel under my lord's seat, will serve as your guide for a period of time."

"You may call me Edmund Jason."

Chapter end