Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 63

Ruen, Backlund, Holy Wind Cathedral.

This is the former headquarters of the Church of the Storms and the bridgehead of the Fourth Epoch Battle of the Four Emperors. Although it has been downgraded to the Cathedral of Backlund Diocese, its status is still detached from other churches, and it is even faintly connected to the Abyss of Storms on Pasu Island. comparable

At this moment, Alger Wilson stood under the broad dome adorned with frescoes of azure, silver, turquoise, and gold, and was oppressed by the sacred majesty surrounding the church. He lowered his head unconsciously, and truly felt himself of insignificance.

Ace Snake, the "Singer of God" who was previously implicated in the Qilingers incident, also reappeared in the church's official occasions. Fang Zheng's face was like stagnant water, and it was difficult to see a trace of emotion.

The archbishop, who was wearing a gorgeous robe embroidered with waves and wind patterns, raised his chin slightly, and the emotion in his silver eyes was suppressed and heavy.

"Guardians of the storm, according to the news sent by the ascetic Templar, the evil that was defeated by my lord with thunder in the past is about to move again. The abyss **** headed by the Belial family have invaded various coastal cities. The latest news confirmed with the Nighthawks."

"Among you are the punishers stationed in the city, and there are 'captains' who disregard their own reputation and are willing to disguise themselves as pirates for the sake of faith. I hope you can return to your posts, not be trapped by this failure, do your best Do your best to resist the infiltration of demons, crush these evil heads, and their lives are your best chance to prove your piety to the Lord."

"Everyone, this is your chance to feel the Lord further, and this is your chance to get closer to the great throne of the Lord..."

The archbishop's thick voice echoed in the empty church under the blessing of the wind. It rumbled like thunder, causing Argel's eardrums to ache, and the thoughts of complaining in his mind became more scattered.

He had previously obtained relevant information from His Highness Edmund, and it was far more specific than the ambiguous information given by the church.

The demons headed by the Belial family are not seeking to penetrate their own power at all, but are planning a more terrifying coming ceremony, pointing directly at the fallen angels behind them!

"Further feel the opportunity of the Lord, hehe, the weakest demons who are qualified to perform similar rituals are Sequence Six, and the strongest captain floating on the sea is just the newly promoted 'Wind Blessed One', these opportunities are still the same. Leave it to those who are more highly valued." Although Alger was dissatisfied, he was still very "religious" and right-clicked on the chest with the other participants.

"Praise the storm!"

"Praise the storm!" Ace Snake opened his arms and sang in a hug. His low voice penetrated his soul, worthy of his title of "Singer of God".

Praise the storm... Alger recited it silently in his heart, feeling the coldness coming from under his collarbone, the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously, and his dark blue eyes cast his gaze on the clear blue stone bricks under his feet. After seeing the expression on his face through the reflection, he was shocked, and hurriedly retracted his gradually divergent thoughts.

"Derrick, be careful, even an Extraordinary cannot survive if a city wall of dozens of meters falls." With the good eyesight of a 'warrior', Joshua vaguely saw the "thin" hovering at the edge of the city wall. The figure raised the animal skin lantern in his hand a little higher.

The warm light illuminated Derrick's green face. He quickly retracted his gaze, turned and walked towards the temporary captain who was in charge of guiding his patrol this time.

"Captain Joshua, I heard that there are no flying monsters nearby. Why do we still patrol the city walls? Isn't the general patrol team stationed near the City of Silver?"

"Who knows, this is the rule set by the former chief. It seems that there were some monsters suspected of dragons at that time. We suffered a certain loss because we did not set an early warning on the city wall." The letter with red gloves Ya clenched the dagger in his hand, and counted the faint lights floating in the distance one by one, until after confirming that all the team members were safe, he turned sideways.

"Actually, setting up a sentry on the city wall is not useless. There are fewer monsters here, which is more suitable for newcomers like you who have just reached age, and it is indeed possible to see farther than the patrol team below, and if there is an accident, you can also quickly support. "

A monster that looks like a giant dragon... Derrick, who was attracted by this information, did not listen carefully to what Joshua said, but thought about it and asked less directly:

"Captain Joshua, before there was a giant dragon near the City of Silver?"

"How is that possible? Although I have graduated from the general school for so many years, I still remember that our place belonged to the radiation range of the giant royal court. How could there be a giant dragon?" Joshua briefly thought about it and directly He rejected this possibility, "You are young, you may not know very well, we generally need to go east for a long time to collect the 'psychoanalyst' characteristics that can be used in the City of Silver, only there are still some traces of dragon civilization left, and some The existence of dragon monsters."

Because of the lessons brought by its aggressive behavior, the City of Silver changed its way of exploration a long time ago, from a solitary exploration that drove straight in one direction to an exploration mode that centered on the City of Silver and explored the surrounding city-states radiantly.

Although this improves the survival probability of the exploration team, it also makes it difficult for the City of Silver to find Beyonder characteristics and materials other than the "Warrior" pathway. After all, as the city evolved from the Kingdom of Silver under the control of the original giant Wang Ting, they are almost in The center of giant power.

"Actually, you don't need to care about the so-called giant dragon monster. According to my understanding, the last time I encountered that kind of situation was when the former chief gave an order. Now patrolling the city wall is just a form." Joshua looked at it. As Derrick became more and more silent, thinking that what he said scared the young man who had just lost his parents, he couldn't help but feel relieved.

Derrick looked at the temporary captain who was plucking a handful of weeds like human hair into the lantern from the cracks in the bricks at the top of the city wall with concern written on his face, and honestly stated his thoughts:

"I'm not afraid, I just remembered the three-headed dragon I heard about some time ago. I heard that someone died because of praying to this unknown evil god."

The three-headed dragon... Joshua, who was adding fuel to the fading animal skin lantern, suddenly stagnant and raised his head with a strange expression.

"Where did you little guy know that?"

Seeing the cheeks of the young man in front of him gradually blushing, before Derrick could respond, he couldn't help but smile and took the initiative to pass over the topic.

"You must have gone to the black market secretly, right? Abel was arrested two days ago."

"That is an unknown existence in a city-state that Elder Lovia discovered a long time ago, a strange evil **** who clearly has the image of a giant dragon, but weaves his honorable name in Elvish language."

"It's been so long, how can anyone take that seriously? It's because of this behavior that we haven't been able to get the Creator's response."

Derrick, who had already learned something at the Tarot Club, glanced at Joshua's expression, and probably figured out the other party's idea of ​​obscuring the situation. middle.

But in a corner he didn't know, Elder Lovia, who was just mentioned, was lurking in the shadows on the other side of the city wall. His rosy lips were muttering words, and the obscure Elvish esteemed name accurately pointed to its corresponding existence.

The air around her suddenly stopped flowing, and a huge dragon-shaped head slowly climbed out of the shadows, with a mixture of madness and clarity in her eyes.

On the steam locomotive leading to Backlund, a tall and straight man returned to his box, took off the gold-framed glasses clipped on the bridge of his nose, and placed them in the corner of the table at will.

He stared blankly at the half-length mirror hanging in the box. Seeing that he had a strong bookish air, dark red eyeballs, and relatively tight skin, his vision gradually blurred.

Under the squirming of the skin surface, the dark red pupils were gradually dyed dark gray, and the bookish air that is common in scholars slowly faded away, and instead, deep eyes, as well as soldier-like calm and capable, emerged.

Dunn Smith touched his hairline, which had become receding again, with a little regret, took a few steps back, and sat on the soft bed in the box.

With the help of the graceful-speaking His Royal Highness Edmund, Dunn easily obtained a sufficiently authentic identification, and obtained a piece that, although slightly flawed, had almost negligible side effects, and could completely change his face. 's seal.

It's a seemingly ordinary gold-framed eye that can completely change the wearer's face, and its side effect is just to get tired easily and want to sleep, but this is almost for a senior "sleepless" not a problem.

The only thing to note about this sealed artifact is that once the glasses are removed from the user's face, the disguise of changing the face will also be removed, which is difficult to last.

Through the thick windbreaker, Dunn touched the identity certificate that was neatly folded by himself and put in his formal pocket, and for no reason remembered the methods that His Highness was familiar with in this regard.

"This identity is like it's tailor-made for me..." He muttered to himself, then lay down on the soft bed, adjusting to his new identity in advance.

Louis Evans, a son of a businessman from Jianhai County, majored in criminal investigation in his university. Because he had a bad relationship with his family, he chose to go to Backlund alone, preparing to make a living through his hobby.

According to what His Highness said, the Evans family in this identity is a Beyonder family that is subordinate to him, and the so-called Louis Evans is not completely fabricated, but borrowed from one of them who died in the Morse Ascetic Order The family son who is being hunted down is an identity transformed from a real person with decades of social trajectory.

The only thing similar to Dunn in this identity is his proficiency in criminal investigation. The other characteristics are almost completely opposite, which can maximally obscure the acquaintances Backlund may meet and prevent his identity from being exposed.

"You must not have contact with people in the church without authorization."

"Don't intervene in extraordinary events in Backlund without authorization."

"I don't know why. That Highness reminded me several times to pay attention to the situation in Backlund. Will the Aurora Club make any big moves again?" The former captain of the night watchman recalled the information he was told, his heavy eyelids Gradually fall, blink by blink.

In just a few seconds, Dunn fell asleep in the box of the steam locomotive and returned to the hut where all his dead companions lived, enjoying the sun.

Klein, who had already taken out the £300 deposit he had deposited in the bank's bearer account, bought the train ticket to Backlund and carefully looked at the approximate arrival time.

"There's about an hour left." In front of the platform, he lowered the brim of his hat, avoided the crowd, and squeezed into the bathroom of the station.

In the small and dirty space, Klein took four steps backwards and climbed the magnificent palace in the gray fog with difficulty.

"It's decided?" "Mystery", who was still sitting at the head of the long bronze table, put down the cheap book in his hand and waved it gently, making it return to the fog of history.

Klein nodded slightly as the pattern symbolizing the "diver" was formed on the high-backed chair at the end of the long table.

"I refuse to accept the help of the angel under your seat, but I hope to get some help with the identification."

"Rejection?" "Mystery" seemed a little surprised, his fingers tapped the mottled tabletop, and in the rhythmic tapping, his voice said calmly: "You still don't trust me?"

Klein nodded irrefutably, and unabashedly expressed his attitude:

"You know, it is unreasonable to have unreserved trust in Zhou Mingrui, who has seen many similar film and television works."

The gray fog that pervaded the palace was still calm, just like the master sitting in the center.

"Mystery", shrouded in thick fog, did not refute Klein's answer, but relaxed and leaned against the back of the stone chair behind him, his voice a little lazy.

"I won't force you, but starting from the identity of the half body~www.mtlnovel.com~ I think I have to emphasize it again."

"The Zarath you saw in Roselle's diary before, is still alive and well in this world, and once you, who are my half body, are promoted to the middle sequence, which is Sequence Six, the smell of gray fog on your body will be unbearable. Controllingly attracts angels of the same and similar paths like Him."

"If there is no angel's protection, you are likely to encounter danger unknowingly and experience death again."

"My state is not good, you can't expect me to dedicate my attention to protecting you all the time."

"I will take the corresponding risk. This is my own choice." Klein, who was warned of the risk, nodded indifferently and agreed, as if he had carefully considered the consequences of his decision.

"I want to rely on my own strength to take revenge. Before I succeed, I beg you not to intervene too much in my life."

Don't intervene too much in my life... The "God of Mystery", whose expression was shrouded in a jet-black robe and shrouded in layers of thick gray fog, looked at himself on the opposite side, and his true thoughts were difficult to spy on.

He seemed to recall something, and after being silent for a few seconds, he let out a chuckle without warning.

"very good."

"When you preside over the party that you called, you can still sit on the main seat. You are also Zhou Mingrui, so of course you are also the master here."

"I will fulfill your wish, and you will have a set of authentic enough proof of identity."

With a slightly frivolous snap of his fingers, several documents fell in front of Klein.

The text and seals on it are extremely clear, and an elegant floral signature occupies the most conspicuous position.

"I hope your road to revenge goes well, dear Mr. Sherlock Moriarty."

Chapter end