Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 8

At half past eleven at night, Klein returned home.

Fighting against fatigue and hunger, he tried his best to suppress the sound of his actions, for fear of waking up Benson and Melissa, who were already asleep.

But as soon as he entered the living room to find something to eat, he found Benson's back slightly lonely under the elegant gas lamp.

Benson was sitting alone on the sofa, covered in the soft, warm light from a gas lamp, reading a grammar-related book in ecstasy.

He seemed to have sensed the footsteps behind him, and just as he was about to turn his head to look, he couldn't help but yawned:

"Ha, Klein, have you finished helping that teacher?

"Mr. Ards found some cultural relics in his hometown, and he asked me to do related exploration and protection work together." After speaking, Klein waved the notes on his hand, "This is an unimportant book. Note, Mr. Azik gave it to me when he found it was of little value."

Anyway, the territory where you lived for decades can be considered your hometown, right?

He took Melissa's dinner from the kitchen and ate it.

Benson obviously didn't care, and yawned again:

"I have to go to bed. Since I started studying grammar and reading those classics, my sleep quality has become very good. Now I can fall asleep as soon as I touch the bed."

Klein remembered the civil service exam, he tried his best to swallow the meal he just ate, took a sip of water and said:

"There is a reward for hard work, uh, you know, our company has some relationship with the National Police Agency, I heard some inside information, the big guys above seem to be tired of the procrastination and inefficient government, and are planning to reform the employment mechanism, Recruiting by public examination. Picking the capable ones and replacing the officials who are unable to fill the current jobs.”

Benson's originally blurred eyes suddenly became energetic, lowered his voice, and asked excitedly:

"Is it a public exam, like the university lecturer exam?"

Seeing that Benson had taken the bait, Klein briefly introduced Benson to the possible content of the civil service exam in the future, and finally reminded him:

"Of course you shouldn't have too much hope in this matter, after all, no one knows whether he will be passed."

With a smile on Benson's face, he yawned again:

"But if I can pass, then this will be a good opportunity. Of course, even if I can't pass, the knowledge I have learned is enough to help me find a better job. You are a living example in front of me."

Seeing that Benson had understood, Klein let him go upstairs with the other party, while he quickly finished the dinner on the plate, and went straight back to the bedroom after packing, locking the door behind him.

He stood in front of the window, looking at the street scene bathed in the crimson moonlight outside the window. The street was empty and silent, only the slight sound of his own breathing could be heard.

He closed the curtains all at once, looked at the notes in his hand, forced himself up, pulled out the ritual silver dagger, and created a wall of spirituality to seal the entire room.

After taking four steps backwards, Klein once again came above the gray fog.

The gray and hazy mist filled the air as if it had never changed, and the crimson illusory stars and the constellations formed by them occupied the entire sky. Klein sat in the majestic palace like the residence of a giant. After examining it carefully, he withdrew his gaze. Prepare to divination the summoning ritual that you got from Ms. Daly.

He skillfully embodied the banknotes and wrote down the incantations and divination sentences for the summoning ceremony:

"It would be dangerous for me to use the above ritual to summon myself."

The citrine he held in his left hand slowly turned counterclockwise, denying the danger of performing the summoning ceremony.

Klein didn't try directly, but tried to embody the note that Mr. Azik gave him just now.

Under his attempt, a vague outline floated above the long bronze table. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't solidify it until he was about to give up, and when he was ready to wave away the vague outline, one book was the same as the one in reality. Identical notes fell out of blurry outlines.

The notebook that Klein looked at in amazement, his feeling just now told him that he seemed to have escaped the notebook directly from the void!

He didn't immediately flip through the notes to check the contents. Instead, he summoned a pen and paper again, and said, "The origin of this note."

Mr. Azik didn't find anything, so he should be fine. Klein thought.

Randomly, he recited it silently seven times, leaned back on the back of the chair, and entered a dream state.

The dream this time was very clear, and Klein could clearly see the details of the surrounding buildings.

It's a quaint but sophisticated city built on a reef that sprawls along the beach, full of primitive frescoes and Baker's patchwork.

In normal times, this must have been a beautiful city, but now, it is covered with scratches of giant dragons and traces of flames, and the ground is littered with the stumps and arms of dead elves, and even a complete corpse is hard to see. .

With a clatter, a blue cracked face, a gentle and beautiful man pushed away the rubble and climbed out of the rubble.

He looked crazy and indifferent, holding a blood-stained notebook tightly in his hand.

In Klein's sight, the blood on the notebook was slowly fading, and a vague and eerie symbol protruded from the cover.

At this point, the picture in front of him suddenly shattered, and Klein's consciousness was dragged into the next scene.

It was still the man with the blue crack on his face. Half of his body collapsed and twisted into a huge tentacle that was extended from countless transparent worms.

The tentacles were entwined with bursting thunder, and he was surrounded by the wind, laughed wildly in the air, waved his tentacles, and hit the bird-shaped behemoth in front of him with all his strength.

This picture was extremely blurry, and before Klein could see it clearly, it changed into a new scene.

The soft-faced man's face is no longer covered with cracks, and he is confronting a huge figure sitting on a coral throne.

The figure was indistinct, as if it was covered by a pool of paint, while the gentle-faced man had gloomy eyes and a frosty face.

The figure on the Coral Throne suddenly became furious, and struck the man with several thick lightning bolts.

Klein's eyes flashed, only to see one hand handing over the note, Mr. Azik, who was wearing the ancient lord costume, was instantly thrown out of the dream.

He rubbed his brows, which were aching from fatigue, and recalled the few pictures he had just seen.

Is this the relic of an ancient elf powerhouse?

He survived by relying on this item in the dragon's attack. Later, he provoked a certain existence. After successfully escaping, his body was seriously injured and there was no hope of recovery, so he gave the note to Mr. Azik?

Heh, the rest is all my guesswork. After all, in the end, I didn't show the state of the strong man at all, and I didn't even show who the hand really belonged to.

Maybe he was killed by the huge figure that split the lightning, and the owner of the huge figure gave the note to Mr. Azik.

After all, Mr. Azik also mentioned that he got out of the crisis with the help of a great being.

Alas, the boss didn't finish his words at that time. Besides, the great existence who masters thunder and lightning, is it the "Lord of the Storm"?

Klein thought hard for a long time, and found no results, so he decisively skipped the exploration of the notes, and he had no idea of ​​in-depth divination. Since the last time he accidentally divination "Eternal Blazing Sun", after the fire was burned, Klein has Understand a truth, don't die!

He turned to research on another matter, extended his spirituality to wrap himself around, simulated the feeling of falling sharply, and returned to the real world.

After returning to the bedroom, Klein quickly arranged the summoning ceremony, stepped back to the center of the room, looked at the candle that symbolized him, and whispered in giant language:

"I!"

Then he immediately switched to Hermes language and continued to recite:

"I call in my name!"

Klein endured the dual torture of lack of spirituality and mental fatigue, and looked at the candlelight that had swelled and spread out and was dyed with a gray sheen, but there was no change, and he felt a little dazed.

Immediately, he pinched his stinging forehead and silently said to himself:

"I'm calling myself, and I'm still standing here. If someone really responded to me, it would be really scary."

He slowed down for more than ten seconds, then took four steps against the gray fog again, and saw that the top of the long bronze table where he usually sat was swinging in circles of light patterns that spread continuously.

In the center of the light pattern was a strange symbol composed of crimson rays of light—that was the strange symbol composed of "eyes without pupils" and "twisted lines" on the back of Klein's high-back chair.

He just stretched out his hand and touched the circle of light patterns, and the scene of himself chanting the incantation just now appeared in front of him. door.

Klein gave him the instruction to open the door, and the crimson stars and boundless mist on the gray fog also seemed to be pulled.

The ripples generated by the surging gray fog kept rushing towards the illusory gate, pounding one after another, as if trying to fill in the other side.

But no matter how it fluctuated, the gate was always in an unformed state, and it seemed that all the influx of power had been strangely grafted to another place.

Klein felt the pain in his brain becoming more and more unbearable, so he could only give up the attempt and withdraw his thoughts.

"Is it because of my own lack of spirituality that I can't make the 'Gate of Summoning' really take shape?" He looked ahead suspiciously, 'Gate of Summoning' was the name he just gave.

"Perhaps when I get promoted to Sequence Eight, I can mobilize more spirituality, and I can try to build a complete 'Summoning Gate' after I get it."

"Well, I can't try it during the dangerous period of my promotion. If I mobilize too much spirituality in the dangerous period of the early promotion stage, I may lose control. I have to wait until I can't hear the ravings at all before I can try." Ke After Ryan finished thinking about the plan, he nodded slightly.

Holding the excitement that he had just discovered a new secret, he quickly wrapped himself in spirituality and returned to reality.

After all, no matter how excited you are because of the discovery, people still have to sleep, especially the "dagong workers" who have to go to work tomorrow morning!

As soon as Klein tightened the quilt, his thoughts completely sank into the dream state, and he immediately regained consciousness passively in a daze.

The captain won't come again, will he?

He was dumbfounded and found himself paralyzed on the sofa in the living room, while Dunn had crossed the hallway, walked in with a cane, sat opposite him, smoking a cigarette like that, looking straight at him. follow him.

Captain, I need a rest... Klein has no love for life.

Chapter end