Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

On the barren hills, an eight-clawed demon wolf with dark gray hair was crouching low, slowly moving on the dry ground with only scorched yellow grass.

It was obviously the summer of the Xingxing Plateau, but there was an illusory pale cold mist scattered all over the hills. Most of the creatures were driven out of the radiation range of the cold mist by the sudden cold. The body is scattered in a mess, wandering on the edge of the cold fog.

Suddenly, next to a dead tree farther away, the air that was shrouded in orange-yellow rays of light suddenly dyed a strong color, and the whole space was distorted, red more red, yellow more yellow, white more. White, the rich superposition of various colors, depicts a strange abstract oil painting.

The demon wolf, who was lying low in the middle of the cold fog, suddenly raised its head with dozens of fangs with twisted and illusory faces. The dark gray hairs were erected, and the sharp and fierce fangs were biting each other and clasping tightly. A grunting sound came out of his throat.

Many different kinds of creatures outside the cold mist tightened their bodies at the same moment and quickly jumped into the pale cold mist. For a time, the entire mist was full of octopus demon wolves with dark gray hair. figure.

It sensed the appearance of the enemy at the first moment, and often flaunted itself with vigilance, it wanted to use its own speciality to enter the spiritual world at the first time, but it was horrified to find that the corresponding spiritual world in this area seemed to be a A more mysterious and powerful gray-white mist shrouded it, and for a while, it directly disconnected from the spiritual world!

At this moment, the attacker next to the dead tree completely revealed her figure. Her limbs were abnormally long, and her whole body was covered by a sharp black knight's plate armor. Only a little orange-yellow light appeared on the ferocious eagle-headed helmet in the center.

She re-hung the silver-black badge that was originally in the palm of her hand on the buckle of the armor. Several muscles in her abnormally long legs were tense, and the pieces exploded. She instantly ejected herself and rushed straight into the illusory hazy. In the pale cold fog.

She ignored the number of dark gray demon wolves that had attacked her, and one indescribably ferocious spirit creature emerged from the gap in her plate armor, waving their "limbs" and turning into layers of flesh shields , paving the way for the all-black knight.

Under the guidance of the silver-black badge stuck on the outer layer of the armor, she twisted her body, and quickly condensed a heavy and generous giant sword in her hand, which was mixed with orange-red and blue-black. In the mouth of the monster with the characteristics of both sides of the wolf, under the storm of light, life and life tore it into pieces.

Another secret puppet... The dark knight recited silently, and then, following the guidance of her spiritual intuition, she deftly held the giant sword across her chest with two thuds, blocking two comparable to the shore. Anti-gun-grade air cannonballs.

She did not retreat because of this, but her feet suddenly fell into the dry and hard soil, stepping on a crack. After adjusting her breathing, her hands suddenly relaxed, and the giant sword fell to the ground instantly, a pale flame It quickly spread along the cracks that were smashed out of the ground, igniting the spirits in the entire cold fog.

With a stab, she dragged her great sword, rubbed against the ground, and slashed vertically along the momentum, bringing up a pale beam of light mixed with orange and red.

In the distance of the cold fog, a crimson flame rose violently, and the blurred and twisted figure of the dark gray devil wolf was instantly engulfed by the flame, and then the entire flame was split open by pale and orange-red light beams, and exploded with a bang. .

The above attacks were repeated many times, and the dark gray devil wolf flickered and erupted in the flames again and again, and pieces of rotten and broken flesh appeared on the ground covered by the cold mist.

The pitch-black knight standing in the middle of the cold fog suddenly stopped moving, inserted the giant sword straight into the cracked earth, and built a thick barrier made of dim yellow light on the spot.

She lowered her head, and the forehead behind the eagle-headed mask was aching faintly. She had consumed most of her spirituality just now under the teasing of the fog demonic wolf, and now it is gradually showing signs of drying up.

I can't take it any longer... She was silent for a while, and then she made up her mind. She suddenly pulled out the huge sword that was halfway straight into the soil, and swept it violently, creating an aura of decay and death. In the coexisting storm of light, countless weak or powerful spirit bodies poured out from the surface, desperately shackled the secret puppet that was still hidden in the pale cold mist.

The magic wolves mixed in the close-up group resolutely abandoned most of the close-puppets. After changing positions with the close-puppet avatars many times, they stretched their jaws, and the distorted and deformed giant spirit bodies emerged from their thick and sharp scorpions. The teeth emerged, broke free from the shackles of the "spiritual witch" ability, and ran towards the now more vulnerable pitch black knight.

The knight stared at a terrifying spiritual body floating in the air or hiding in the ground, decisively pulled off the silver-black badge stuck on the surface of his armor, and threw it out.

The badge swirled in the air, flew to the highest point under the blessing of inertia, and then stopped suddenly.

Without warning, the spiritual bodies of all the "creatures" within the range of the cold mist suddenly floated to the infinite heights, as if taken away by a higher existence, and were strangely hung upright for a while. , swaying like bacon, murmuring a strangely accented Elvish language.

"Loki... Bymon Thoth... Loki... Bymon Thoth..."

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On Saturday morning, Klein entered the Blackthorn Security Company. After greeting Roshan, he skillfully walked into Hengduan and knocked on the dark brown wooden door of the captain's office.

Dunn looked at Klein with deep eyes. After taking a sip of coffee, he said lightly:

"I forgot to tell you yesterday that after you are promoted to Sequence Eight, your weekly salary will change from the previous 6 pounds to 10 pounds per week. Oh, this is the level of a senior Sequence Nine, as long as you keep working normally, Maybe next year it could be £12 a week, like, like old Neil."

After speaking, Dunn lowered his head and took a sip of coffee again. Just when Klein was about to speak, he suddenly said, as if he had remembered something.

"By the way, I forgot to mention that your position in the police department has also changed from a trainee inspector to an inspector. They should have prepared the corresponding uniform epaulettes and certificates."

Klein was stunned for a moment, his mouth almost didn't close, reflecting that it took a long time to get back to his state, he immediately stretched his brows and eyes, and said with a slightly raised corner of his mouth:

"This is the best news I've heard this week."

The Dark-Free Talisman and the Yang Yan Talisman are the biggest gains that I have made, and they are not considered news.

Dunn put the coffee cup on the table and said in a mellow voice:

"Nighthawks are similar to the army in some respects. Soldiers need military merits to promote their ranks, and we also need corresponding merits in exchange for corresponding salaries and potions."

"That is to say, if there is no corresponding and sufficient merit, then even if the potion has been digested, it is impossible to apply for the potion after reaching the promotion standard?" Klein asked immediately.

Dunn paused for a while, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly:

"Actually, as long as you normally follow the team to deal with daily affairs, you will always encounter extraordinary events, and you will always accumulate merits for it, even if it is passive, so that you can always save enough opportunities for promotion."

"And for most Nighthawks, Sequence Nine may be the whole of their lives, the end of their promotion."

At the end of the promotion... Klein was a little dazed, and fell into silence for a while.

The opposite Dunn seemed to have thought of the same thing and continued to drink coffee.

Suddenly, Roshan knocked on the door of the captain's office and got in carefully, feeling the heavy atmosphere in the room, and said softly:

"Captain, this is a report from the police station."

Dunn immediately put down the coffee cup in his hand, cleared his throat and said:

"Just leave it here."

Roshan nodded, bypassing the silent Klein, and gently placed the paper with the report on the captain's desk, then tried her best to control the sound of footsteps and ran out of the office quickly.

Dunn watched Roshan close the door, sighed, picked up the paper on the table, and looked at it seriously.

As his gaze moved, his brows gradually wrinkled, and his eyes gradually became sharper. After reading it, he breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Klein and said:

"There is a case that needs your help."

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Klein raised his brows and asked subconsciously:

"Are there any extraordinary cases involved?"

"No, it's just a normal case with suspenseful elements. Mr. Maynard, the city councillor, was found dead naked at home this morning. Because of the identity of the deceased, the Tingen Police Department was under a lot of pressure. Our psychic method is to find out the murderer as soon as possible, or find out the cause of death of Congressman Maynard." Dunn explained casually, then thought for a while, and then added, "Only you in the team can complete this task. The other 'spies' sent to us by the church won't arrive in Tingen until next week, so the police station shouldn't be able to take that much pressure anymore."

Klein thought for a while, nodded, and replied softly:

"no problem."

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Klein, wearing a characteristic police uniform with two silver stars and a soft hat with a police badge in the style of "Crossing the shoulders, surrounded by the crown", stood straight at the door of the police station, his bookish face was also stained at the moment. With a sense of heroism, the whole person brought a sense of fierceness.

He recalled the information given by the captain in his mind:

"The time of death was between 9:00 and 11:00 last night. During this period, the police and servants entered and exited the room, and the scene was also contaminated with the atmosphere of these "unrelated people". No, perhaps there is a murderer hidden in it, which cannot be called "Irrelevant".

Just as Klein was thinking, a tall figure walked out of the gate of the police station and walked straight towards Klein.

Klein looked at the figure who wanted to approach him gradually, the corners of his mouth raised little by little, and sighed in his heart:

"That police officer has gotten fatter. Now he's more like a circus member than me, um, the funny brown bear."