Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

In the evening, Klein, who was wearing a long black trench coat, stepped on the iron-framed stairs, got off the public carriage, shrank his neck, and walked towards No. 2 Daffodil Street.

"It seems to be getting colder recently, and I don't know if there will be heavy snow in winter." Klein stepped on the faded floor tiles, his shadow was pulled by the dim light of the gas street lamp next to him, and dragged on the ground in a long string. out of tune.

Just as he was about to trot a few steps, he quickly took out the brass key in his trousers pocket, and when he returned to the living room to warm himself, a huge white bone palm suddenly stretched out through the faded floor tiles stained with a lot of dust, and dropped it. A very carefully varnished cowhide envelope.

Klein was stunned for a moment, and then realized that this was Mr. Azik's messenger, and hurriedly picked up the thin envelope from the ground.

He looked at the envelope lying in his hands with complicated eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he unconsciously complained:

"Do you have to be so secretive every time..."

In his mind, he compared the gap between himself and Mr. Azik's messenger, and he used the key to open the door with the number 2 engraved on it.

Because he read a lot of materials outside Chanis today, and checked the red chimney house in Tingen again in the afternoon, Klein was unable to catch up with dinner at home again today.

He handed his black cane inlaid with silver to the maid Bella, and he paced impatiently into the kitchen where he still reserved a dinner for himself.

Due to Mr. Azik's letter, he did not choose to chat with Benson as usual, but after a brief exchange, he found a reason to rest and returned to his room on the second floor.

He closed the door with a bang, Klein skillfully pulled up the curtains, then raised his right arm, holding a silver dagger in his hand, spraying his spirituality, constructing a spirituality wall that can resist most influences.

Sitting at the desk, he cut open the paint with a letter opener in anticipation, took out the letter in the envelope, and looked at the gas lamp at the head of the table.

"Dear Klein..."

"Some materials will be sent to your residence..."

"Regarding 'sacrifice', this is a very dangerous area. You can't trust any unfamiliar existence you may come into contact with in the process, and you must also cultivate your own strong discernment ability, which can ensure that you will not be attacked by evil spirits. Being deceived by the devil, he will not lose his soul inexplicably."

Simply put, we must be vigilant, beware of "telecom fraud", and don't believe the other party's nonsense. Just like online dating in the original world, you can't take the photos sent by the other party as everything, at least be suspicious... For no reason, Klein recalled what happened to his roommate in college and his roommate. He felt chills all over when he remembered that friend and a big guy who had called "wife" for half a year.

He hurriedly gathered his thoughts, put his attention back on the letter paper in his hand, and carefully watched the main event below.

"As for the correct process of 'sacrifice', this is a nearly fixed ceremony. First, you need to set up a corresponding platform, adjust it according to the hidden existence you want to point to, and use the herbs and ores from the opponent's corresponding field. Pay particular attention to his corresponding symbols."

Symbols? Klein was stunned for a moment. He still doesn't know what his symbol is.

"You don't have to design this yourself, right?" He just had such an idea, but suddenly the strange symbol behind the "The Fool" high-back chair, half "eye without pupil" and "distorted eye" appeared in his mind. line" combination.

"That's my symbol? But Miss Justice and the others have similar symbols behind their seats. Isn't this a symbol of the Path, or is the symbol behind me actually a symbol of gray fog?" Klein Rubbing his forehead, frowning slightly, he whispered the thoughts and guesses in his head, "I can do divination first, if that symbol is indeed a symbol of gray fog, I can also try it, after all, I can answer prayers The essence of it is to use the personality of the gray fog to bind it to itself."

The reason why I dare to do this is that the "God of Mysteries" is probably already "dead", and he may have really returned home. After all, according to yesterday's research, if his state is still normal, I won't even accept it. To prayer... Klein breathed a sigh of relief silently.

He then read the following procedure, and then looked at the part about "Summoning" written by Mr. Azik.

In this regard, Mr. Azik's attitude is still serious, and he emphasizes that the sequence he is in is too weak, don't try to summon unknown existences.

Only at the end of the letter, the gentleman's attitude softened, and the wording used in writing was not serious, but rather easy-going.

"...As for the Qieringus you mentioned, this news has made me understand some abnormalities that have happened around me recently, and the sealed item corresponding to the 'shepherd' on him is indeed hooked. I became interested, maybe this sequence touched on some of my past memories, which may help me recover my memory."

Klein turned the letter over and made sure he didn't miss anything, then rubbed his fingers slightly, and the spiritual sparks blew gas, burning gas from a corner of the letter, burning the entire letter to ashes in a few seconds, and sprinkled it into the garbage with the wind inside the barrel.

Klein pulled the chair, left the desk, and walked to a relatively open place. He took four steps in the opposite direction with familiarity, passed through the heavy chatter, and climbed directly above the gray fog.

Surrounded by the eternal gray fog, he sat upright on the high-backed chair at the head of the long bronze table, neatly took off the silver chain wrapped around his left wrist, the citrine pendant hung straight down, accompanied by the gram Ryan's silent thoughts turned.

He wants to determine whether the weird symbol behind him is a symbol of gray fog. If the result is correct, he will complete the ritual of summoning himself today!

The yellow crystal pendant rotated clockwise without hesitation, indicating that when Klein played The Fool, the weird symbol on the high-back chair behind him was indeed a symbol of gray fog.

Finally... Klein relaxed slightly, leaned back slightly, and leaned on the back of the stone high-back chair.

He could finally have one more hole card.

After a few seconds of delay, he got up with strength, ready to extend his spirituality to wrap himself, return to the real world, arrange corresponding rituals, and immediately carry out the ritual of summoning himself.

At this moment, a burst of crimson suddenly flickered above the gray fog, expanding and then contracting, as if to symbolize a person's breathing.

Klein stopped the spread of his spirituality, raised his right hand lightly, controlled his spirituality, and touched the crimson star that was flashing.

With a bang, the light burst out, forming a distorted and blurry picture.

He saw Miss Justice in an off-white court dress, and saw her sitting on a chair in a dark corner, clasping her hands against her forehead, praying devoutly.

He listened to the illusory superimposition, the slightly immature and tensed sweet girl who turned back layer by layer, and his brows could not help wrinkling.

Klein thought silently for a while, and then responded.

After several hesitations, Klein threw the image composed of the crimson stars into the stars symbolizing "The Hanged Man", and quickly wrapped himself in spirituality, passing through the thick gray full of terrifying ravings. Mist, when he arrived in the real world, he leaned over to the desk, took out a piece of letter paper, and started writing.

"...According to the emergency information I received, the pirate I mentioned to you, Zilingus, has infiltrated the party held at Duke Negan's mansion tonight, and his purpose is unclear for the time being. But he has the ability to use the 'shepherd' to change his appearance and disguise himself as a baron named Gramir..."

Klein didn't use the envelope, but folded it casually, then flipped through to find the old copper whistle that he had put on his coat, puffed out his cheeks, and blew it violently.

A huge, terrifying phantom bone messenger emerged from under Klein's floor in an instant, with a huge head facing Klein, and the pale flames in his eyes were full of fire.

Klein looked up and down, and honestly handed the letter to the messenger, then quickly blew the copper whistle to end the call.

But he didn't stop his movements, and immediately set up another ritual different from "sacrifice".

"Faced with the reality that there may not be a strong "messenger", the best I can do is to seize every opportunity to improve myself, and I can only do so much about Qilingers. Now." Klein held the spiritual oil in his hand and moved very smoothly.

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Azik, who was walking in Backlund University, suddenly stopped, looked at the surrounding air, raised his right hand under the guidance of his hunch, and steadily used the letter handed over by his messenger.

Ards frowned as he looked at the letter paper that was folded at random in his hand, and read at a slow pace on the spot.

It was not until he had read the entire content that his clenched brows eased a little, and a gleam of light flashed in his brown eyes.

In Backlund University, where the flow of people is not sparse, Azik used the spirit world shuttle as if no one else, the surrounding environment was instantly distorted, and the colors became more vivid, red more red, white more white, It's like an abstract painting that hasn't dried out yet.

After a period of gloom and coldness, the tall and straight gentleman disappeared silently in place, and a student walking with his head down walked straight through where he stood just now, shivering uncontrollably.

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Amidst the screams of extreme fear all around, Qilingus' thoughts were extremely violent, and then his fingers moved, and the glove on his left palm wriggled wildly, showing a layer of fine dark golden scales, with his double The eyes changed at the same time, the pupil color became lighter, and the pupil was like the tip of a needle.

Irritability turned into irritability, but he still took advantage of the cowardice of these nobles for the first time, and used "Dragon Power" to intensify their panic.

Those official Beyonders would definitely not dare to take action under such circumstances, and the consequences of accidentally hurting a noble would not be easy!

Qilingos' legs violently exerted force, and under the blessing of the strong wind, he knocked several banquet members who were fleeing around, and was about to bump into one who was frightened and dumbfounded. His hair was all white but very dense, and his temperament was gentle and elegant the old man.

A blue-eyed man in a tuxedo who was chasing Qilingus was startled and shouted:

"Consultant Rambis, be careful!"

As if the old man didn't hear it, he remained stunned, but his turbid eyes turned slightly.

Qilingus snorted disdainfully, then changed direction, jumped out from a convex belly window, and then gliding a constant distance with the wind around him, flying directly out of Duke Negan's mansion.

He rolled to the ground, changed his face in an instant, took off his dress, and ran quickly.

This is a municipal park, which he surveyed in advance, a more lively park in Backlund.

As long as he used the crowd in the park, he could smoothly integrate into the population of more than five million in Backlund and successfully escape back to sea.

It's just a pity for that card... Although Qilingus was unwilling, he could only speed up his actions, and finally got rid of his pursuers by the artificial lake.

He was just about to take advantage of the terrain of the canal to swim into the Tussock River, when an invisible barrier blocked his way, isolating him from the water that was so close at hand. He could only see it, but couldn't touch it.

His heart moved, and several huge wind blades flew out, but as soon as they touched the barrier, they disappeared without a sound, as if they had been moved to another place without a trace.

Just as Qilingers was about to take another action, the glove on his hand had already wriggled and changed his image, but the spiritual warning in his mind was a blast.

With his good fighting nerves, Qilingus subconsciously jumped sideways, turned his head slightly, and caught a glimpse of the place he was standing just now being violently slashed by a huge white bone palm~www.NovelMTL.com~ a hideous The white-boned behemoth was bending over and squatting there.

He immediately switched to the soul bound by Creeping Hunger, the gloves were suddenly dyed with a layer of pure gold plating, and then he opened his arms as if embracing the sun.

However, the expected fiery beam of light did not appear. Instead, the white-boned monster adjusted the orientation of his body, imitating his movements, and also opened his arms.

Wow wow wow.

An illusory sound of water suddenly sounded in Qilingus' ears. He heard the sound and looked around, only to see that his ankles had been submerged by the dark phantom water waves, and countless spirits with numb expressions and haggard faces stared straight at him. The malice in his eyes almost overflowed.

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Alger Wilson, who wasted a lot of time searching for the "God Singer", suppressed the impulse in his head, and the blood thumped beside his temples.

He flew to the artificial lake where violent spiritual fluctuations had occurred just now, stood on a dirt slope, looked down from a high place, and looked down at the open space below.

Without warning, his expression froze, and a trace of panic gradually crept onto this tough guy's face, which was extremely obvious.

Beneath the small soil slope, the "Singer of God" was standing on the grass that had become desolate and innocent with a black face, facing a white bone that was randomly spliced ​​together.

There was no flash on his body, the glove on his left hand was missing, only his head was "intact", his two shriveled eyes stared blankly ahead, and there was a strange smile at the corner of his mouth.

Qilingus... Alger swallowed hard, then pressed his right hand against his chest, his lips slightly parted.

But after all, he was unable to "praise the storm" as usual. After a while of silence, he walked down the **** with a blank face and said in his heart:

"Praise Mr. Fool."