Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

In the small town of Ramd near Tingen, Klein watched Fry leave, while he found a relatively clean stone to wipe it, and sat down.

He sat bored for a few minutes, and after several hesitations, he still couldn't help but took down Sealed Artifact 3-0782, rubbing his fingers on its surface.

"Perhaps I can foretell its origin?"

Klein thought for a while, took out the absorbent pen and pen and paper from his chest, and carefully wrote down the divination statement.

"The origin of this sacred sun emblem!"

Klein skillfully closed his eyes and used meditation to pull himself into a dream.

He felt that he was floating in a radiance, and there was endless fog in front of him. After a long time, there was no change.

"Yes, there must have been other diviners in the church who had divined this holy emblem before, and it is estimated that they were like me and found nothing."

Klein thought for a while, and then wanted to exit the dream, but just when his spirituality first touched his body, the radiance and mist that seemed to last forever suddenly boiled.

What's the situation?

Klein was startled by the sudden change, subconsciously aroused his spirituality, and prepared to forcibly escape from the dream.

The boiling fog seemed to have been inspired by an unknown person. The concentration gradually increased, the color deepened, and tentacles formed by rays of light extended.

The newly formed gray fog is actually swallowing the surrounding brilliance!

Klein's spirit body returned to his body, but the tentacles cast by the light had already climbed onto his body and were gradually swimming inwards.

It actually entered into reality with the help of a dream!

Klein's thoughts seemed to be filled with lead, and he felt that he was gradually losing control of his spiritual body.

"No, I have to... pray to the goddess... No, Fu Sheng... Xuan Huang..."

He took a step backwards with difficulty, and then his body froze there, his limbs twisted strangely, like a puppet suspended by a thread that came out of nowhere.

Klein felt like he was submerged in water, and it was difficult to concentrate his thoughts, so he could only stare blankly at the "water surface" in front of him.

The "water surface" composed of gray and white mist mixed with shimmer seemed to ripple, and the twisted "water waves" gradually turned into a moving picture.

In the painting is a man in black with a hood, wandering in the barren land like a lone wolf.

A half-lion half-dragon monster in the distance seemed to be staring at him, lowered his body, and kept making a grunting sound in his throat.

Suddenly, the monster froze for a moment. Like a big cat, it lowered its body again and then lifted it up sharply. The bones made a crackling sound.

As if everything just now was just for stretching.

The picture composed of "Water Wave" is suddenly distorted, and a whole new picture is reconstructed.

The man had already taken off his hood and floated in the air, with the corners of his worn and torn clothes floating casually.

He was covered by a huge shadow, and the space around him twisted strangely, squeezing out clusters of pale flames out of thin air, surrounding the existence in the center.

It was a bird-shaped behemoth with bronze eyeballs covered in feathers woven from pale flames and mysterious patterns!

The giant bird seemed to be aware of the peeping, and a huge light suddenly burst out from its bronze eyeballs.

"what!"

Klein felt pain for the first time in the water. He tried to regain some of his consciousness, but was stabbed by the powerful light and couldn't open his eyes.

"Grass, it hurts!"

"Wait, I seem to be able to move?"

Klein, who was enduring the pain, opened his eyes tentatively. He saw a priest bathed in golden light standing opposite him. He asked in a calm tone:

"Your state is not very good, is it the anchor's problem?"

Anchor?

Klein just wanted to ask what it was, but found that he had opened his mouth, and his voice was gentle and pure.

"No, it's just that He has become active again recently. Since sheltering the elves, my anchor has become sufficient, but you..."

"That's not my voice!"

While terrified, Klein wanted to hear the words behind "himself", but the priest in front of him, bathed in golden light, seemed to have spied on his thoughts and lowered his hand a little.

The ravings he heard when he was promoted to the fortune teller appeared again. It was like a huge steel nail had been inserted into his brain, which was constantly stirring his brain.

Klein couldn't help lowering his body, trying to put his head in his hands to relieve the pain, but found that his body had nearly collapsed into countless squirming maggots.

He stared blankly ahead, no fear in his mind, but calmly thought about the current situation.

"Am I out of control?"

"I wonder if Captain and the others can kill me before I completely turn into a monster?"

"No, I might be able to rescue it, but Captain and Fry are both in the hotel..."

Klein raised his head with his neck made of maggots, and stared blankly at the gap in the woods, only to see several illusory huge pillars appearing out of thin air around him, and the man in the painting just now floating in front of him.

For the first time, he saw the man's face clearly.

It was a soft and delicate face full of elvish characteristics. His eyes were dark and dull, and it seemed that all his emotions had been wiped away, and he was looking down at him indifferently.

Klein's head also gradually collapsed, and his whole body turned into a maggot mass composed of clasped worms, frantically slapping everything around him.

Unknown gazes were cast from the stars, and the entire "dense forest" seemed to be wrapped in a thick "dark flannel", completely blocking the connection with the outside world, and even the roar became silent.

......................

"Depend on!"

Klein suddenly fell to the ground. He didn't care about the pain, he got up immediately, and kept slapping the dust on the windbreaker.

"I fell asleep just now?" Klein turned around and looked suspiciously at the fairly flat stone.

He only remembered that he had divination about the origin of the Sun Sacred Emblem, and then seemed to vaguely see an endless light and a thin mist.

"In the end, there seems to be a man's hand?"

"Not necessarily, that hand is white and thin, maybe it's a lady..."

Klein looked around with a guilty conscience, and found that Captain and Frye were not here before sitting back on the stone.

The time hasn't come yet, the captain probably won't come to me in advance...

What was the situation just now, this is an item bestowed by a certain existence? So there is interference?

What if interference was eliminated?

As soon as this idea appeared, it quickly took over his brain.

This is reasonable.

After several hesitations, Klein still looked around. After confirming that no one was there, he picked up 3-0782, passed through the layered roar again, and entered above the gray fog.

In the majestic and majestic palace, Klein sat at the top of the ancient long table, showing the mutated holy emblem of the sun.

He weighed the thin piece of gold in his hands, as skilled as he had done it many times before.

As if he didn't notice anything, he took the pen and paper and wrote down the divination statement. After reading it seven times, he leaned back in the chair and entered the dream.

The gray fog cut off the sky, and a drop of golden, bright, warm illusory liquid floated on the altar.

A man in a white robe beside the altar frantically held the holy symbol of the sun, and his vitality was drawn out bit by bit, turning it into a bridge linking the mysterious liquid and the holy symbol.

Finally, he lost all the breath of life and fell down on the altar. The drop of bright golden liquid also slowly merged into the holy emblem. UU reading www.uukanshu.com outlined an incomplete fuzzy symbol.

"A ritual of self-sacrifice?"

This question just popped into Klein's mind, and the picture of the dream quickly changed the picture as if to answer it.

The shattered brilliance once again formed the drop of illusory liquid, but this time it became huge, hanging in the fragmented sky and the deep starry sky behind it blocked by the gray-white fog, like a sun wheel.

Suddenly, power from out of nowhere filled that drop of liquid, and the false sun instantly filled up, becoming bright and hot.

Accompanied by a humming sound coming from the boundless void, the pure and pure flame instantly ignited everything, and the hot golden waves swept outward frantically.

Boom!

Klein was thrown out of the dream at once, and lost his normal perception, leaving only the endless burning pain on his body.

The immeasurable flames caused a drastic change in the gray fog. The fog around Klein instantly wrapped the golden sun wheel, and the dream that had already collapsed reappeared.

The golden sun was filled once again, and the flames that had spread before got rid of His control, and under the influence of time, it actively went back.

The sun was firmly nailed into the false starry sky, and this time He actually showed the emotion of fear!

He tried his best to expand, and the sun that broke through the limitations of its shape was now more like a human-shaped phantom made of brilliance.

His body twisted uncontrollably, his hands were raised heavily, and he put on a blue-black cloak for himself with difficulty.

Suddenly, his movements became relaxed.

He pulled up his hood, seemed to be in a happy mood, bowed forward slightly, and then disappeared directly into the gray fog, leaving only Klein still burning and a dilapidated palace.