Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

The clouds collided in the distance, the rumble of thunder rolled from the soles of the feet, the violent coughs came one after another, and the unknown fear drove the pedestrians to hold their heads and run around. Only when a few black figures shouted loudly, they could barely maintain order, one by one. Long queues poured into the light blue steeple church, which was not quite spacious at all.

Behind the door of the church, Calvin, who was wearing thick glasses, kept flickering in his eyes, muttering words in his mouth, counting the figures running in front of him, and turning his head to look at the crowded hall.

"Can the underground area be opened?"

A priest with an old robe helped the fallen child without looking back:

"A place that will not be affected by the sealed gate has been opened."

Carlson frowned and walked around in a heavy circle. Looking at the saturated interior of the church, he suddenly squeezed forward. Using his strong body strengthened by potions, he pulled away the lost reason, leaving only the survival instinct. The people in the eastern district found Klein, who had a crooked hat and was in a hurry to deal with the influx.

"Detective Moriarty, there is no room for people here, and it will close soon."

Klein looked stunned. After looking around, his mouth opened, and there was a hint of pleading in his tone.

"Can't we accept some more refugees?"

Carlson shook his head firmly.

"The Extraordinary in the church must always ensure that the sacred emblem has sufficient spirituality to resist the plague outside. The sealed gate in the ground also needs to be guarded, and there is no more place for civilians to provide."

But he soon added:

"So I'm going to bring a Level 2 Sealed Artifact and go to the first floor of the dock guild on Xieji Street to open up a temporary shelter."

Like Klein, he pointed to a square building on another street more than thirty meters away from the church.

"With the help of you and another informant, we can barely spare two people, which is enough to avoid the negative effects of 2-0659 in a short time."

Seeing that Klein nodded without hesitation, the mechanical heart smiled, and then quickly ran to the ground. After about two minutes, he returned to the church door with a transparent glass bottle in his hand.

"Is this a sealed artifact of the 'Sailor' pathway?"

Klein felt the brackish sea smell emanating from the glass bottle, covered his mouth and nose with a mask, and ran to the pier guild not far away with Calvin.

"It is an item that corresponds to the ability of the 'Wind Blessed One'. It can create wind walls and water currents. The negative effect is that it emits harsh singing and affects the user's mental state."

Considering that he and Klein would take turns using this sealed artifact, Calvin made no reservations and briefly introduced the sealed artifact.

It only affects the mental state. It is indeed a church with a large number of "craftsmen"... While running, Klein nodded slightly, marveling at the equipment advantage of the Church of Steam far exceeding other churches in terms of sealed objects.

They quickly moved to the door of the docks union. Klein took a quick step forward, his arms bent over his elbows, and slammed the tightly locked door open.

"Get out!"

In the lobby of the union, the gang roared, anger mixed with fear, Klein and Calvin looked at each other, twirled their wrists, and threw a few cards of different suits.

Calvin unscrewed the bottle cap of the sealed object in his hand, and a strong hurricane gushed out from it. The airflow driven by spirituality suddenly turned into several strands, separated in the air, and rushed to each air outlet, blocking the external plague. inward spread.

"Everyone is not allowed to move."

With a snap of his fingers, the cards stuck in all corners blazed, with orange flames bursting out. Klein used the revolver to press the head of the gang leader, looked at the plateau man who was stunned by him, and asked aloud:

"What about the original staff here?"

The gang leader felt the coldness on his forehead, and coughed a few times in his itchy throat.

"They all ran away... they all disappeared before we came."

Did they all run away?

Klein frowned.

Even an ordinary person with a strong body who spends more than ten minutes in the current Eastern District will suffer from a fatal disease. Even if the original staff of the dock union didn't understand Feifei, they should have noticed something wrong the moment they came into contact with the smog. Why? Will you take the initiative to escape from the building?

Sensing that Klein's face was not good, the gang leader was startled and hurriedly added:

"'Demon', we saw a 'Demon'!"

"Those people in the trade union also saw it, but they didn't have guns or self-defense weapons, so they all ran away when the 'devil' first appeared."

"It's true, there really are 'devils', and we were driven here all the way by those monsters!"

Hearing the strong man under the gun panicked, but his rationale was still logically clear, Klein's expression froze, and he looked back at Calvin, and found that the other party was also confused.

"The 'devil' has come here..."

The mechanical heart murmured in a trance, his body swayed, and he almost didn't stand still.

Although he didn't want to believe it, these gangsters probably didn't lie... Klein looked around, swept away from the faces of the gangsters who were standing together to avoid the flames, with indistinct blood on their dark clothes. The left hand beside him clenched into a fist.

Twenty minutes have passed since the "Devil" caused the explosion by the Tussock River, and the radius of the entire Eastern District is only 8 kilometers. Twenty minutes is enough for the "Devil" to run back and forth in the Eastern District.

Suddenly, as if he had decided something, he shouted to Calvin:

"Can you control these gangsters alone?"

Calvin, who was awakened by Klein's roar, first nodded blankly, then reluctantly replied to his thoughts, carefully considered Klein's question, and said carefully:

"Are you going outside?"

He thought for a while, "If I confiscate the guns of these guys, and exclude the spirituality and negative effects consumed by 2-0659, I can last for about ten minutes."

After careful consideration, Klein nodded slightly.

"Enough, you control the sealed item here, I'll go outside to find other survivors."

Having said that, Klein raised his wrist, forcing the gangsters to hand over the guns in their hands, then extinguished the flames, turned around and walked towards the gate.

"Wait a minute." Calvin suddenly stopped Klein, took out a hand and touched it in his arms, and threw a bottle of dark green medicine to Klein.

"Come back as soon as possible, I can't last long."

The corner of his mouth evoked a slightly difficult smile, and said with an inappropriate humor.

Klein also smiled back and rushed out of the union gate.

......

The black feathers merged with the night behind him. The crow with blood-red eyes and dull eyes crossed the sky quietly, staring at the street houses below which were covered by the thick smog, as if looking for something.

The plague and strange twisting power of the "Witch" lurks in this natural carrier, not only from the physical level, but also the mixed spirituality covers the entire Eastern District from an extraordinary perspective, blocking the outside world's grasp of the situation in the Eastern District.

The crow flapped its wings unhurriedly, and behind it was a terrifying scene constructed by thunder, brilliance, and purple flames.

It slowly lowered its height, its lack of sanity but its eyeballs as clear as glass beads, reflecting the vaguely visible outline of the creature behind the haze below, and its gray-white hind paws were gently closed.

On the streets of the East District, the "devil" who was chasing his prey with a broken arm in his mouth suddenly stopped, his huge body trembled constantly, as if he was trying to fight against something invisible.

But the next moment, this creature with purple-black skin and a body comparable to a wild bear was lifted out of thin air, its fangs let go of the broken arm in its mouth, and its blood-red eyes were numb and sluggish.

On the entire street, not only the mighty "devil" just now, but also the residents of the East District who were being chased as prey were also dropped into the air, chanting inexplicable babble.

boom.

A stream of flames rose, and the crows fluttered out from it, and penetrated into the thick haze. The creatures that were lifted out of thin air on the street also landed one after another, and walked in all directions with a unified pace.

The crow standing on the rusty street lamp ignored all this, and his blood-red eyes suddenly turned to the west, wanting to see the scene beyond the East District.

The grand information tide is coming from the west, and the illusory blue-purple butterflies jumped and dived in the tide, washing away the filth that passed along the way, and also breaking the black filaments that bound the heads of the puppets.

Feeling that the control of the spiritual body line was interrupted, the crow took no haste, raised one wing and penetrated into the wind, the front end curled and pulled back, and dragged out a dark red coat with embroidered gold thread, leaving a maroon color. A tall figure with slightly curly long hair and a crown on his head.

This middle-aged gentleman in luxurious clothes had a stiff face, but the moment he saw the seemingly unstoppable flow of information coming in front of him, the remaining spiritual instincts in his body acted, and his body suddenly disintegrated into a larger "wave". A high wall of knowledge was built in front of the crow.

The two completely different "tides" collided together, and the blue-purple butterflies rushed towards the thicker wall without fear, igniting themselves to flash through the blue and black, barely tying.

The repelled information flow retreated for a certain distance, until it reached the entrance of the street, before shrinking and solidifying into a human outline.

The sludge on the surface of the body slowly slipped, and the blue-purple phantom butterfly reborn from the sludge under his feet. Edmund Jason, dressed in an exaggerated robe, looked at the figure standing under the street lamp, and then looked at the figure that had already flown away. The crow sighed:

"Russell Gustav."

......

"The plague of the 'Witch'?"

On the edge of the Eastern District, a huge wing that could not be seen by the living covered the small brick red building that screamed and wailed, and various invisible spiritual bodies flew towards the residents who had contracted the disease.

Azik Eggers stood up from the desk, his eyes were instantly dyed with a layer of dark gold, a small number of dark green scales drilled out of the bronze skin, and pieces of milky white feathers spun down to the floor.

"Death Consul" stared at the mist ruled by the pale, gloomy and cold suddenly enveloped the edge of the Eastern District, the wind of the underworld turned into an invisible barrier, and collided with the breeze lifted by the "distorted" authority.

After doing all this, Azik, who had temporarily ensured that the plague would not spread farther, took a step behind him, stepped into the spiritual world, discerned the direction a little, and, driven by a cold wind, flew towards a flashing one. A deep purple photoelectric, the spiritual world area where the color blocks are superimposed.

There is a dense street of "devils", and it is the most serious direction of the plague.

As the spirit world shuttled, a trace of confusion flashed in Azik's eyes.

The divinity belonging to the "Death Consul" is angrily scolding him, and he should take this excellent opportunity to cooperate with the plague of "The Witch" to reproduce the pale disaster in the country blessed by "Dark Night" and make up for the weak state.

But countless times in his life named Azik Eggers, especially those experiences with good memories, flashed before his eyes quickly, reminding him not to be assimilated by that cry from a distance.

"I don't know where Klein is now, I don't know if he will be in the East District..."

Azik closed his eyes, and the color block beside him instantly became richer, red more red, white more white, countless undead woke up from the underworld and attached to this son of death.

Feeling the real feeling from the ground with his feet, Azik slowly opened his eyes and was covered with dark gold, but he could still see a touch of brown pupils, and his cold eyes swept to those who were clinging to the roof, with rungs between the streets. The "devils" who bite humans, just staring at them make these false projections created through rituals shattered into pieces of rotten flesh.

He gently mixed up a little girl who was slumped on the ground in fright, and smoothed her messy hair with a gentle smile. The dead beside him moved silently, and the pale flames that acted as eyes looked into the distance.

"I can only be sure of one thing now," Azik helped the little girl and watched her run in the direction of the church accompanied by a dead spirit, "At least what I'm going to do now should be a what a university lecturer should do.”

......

Klein, who rushed out of the church, controlled his pace and kept looking around while running, looking for survivors who could still move.

Relying on the influence in his memory, he ran to several settlements where old Kohler had led him, and he didn't even dare to use "Flame Jump" to hurry, but he just dropped a lot of cards along the way, for fear of falling in the fast movement. which survivor.

The back of his right hand was dimly lit, and Klein, who was expanding his vision with the help of the spiritual body line, suddenly lit up. Between the monotonous black and white in his eyes, he found a rather tenacious "fire light".

Not caring about more, Klein snapped his fingers with his right hand, and immediately the paper bag that fell next to the "firelight" was swallowed up by the flames. Klein stepped out of the flames and grabbed the hand of the man on the ground.

But before he had time to take out the potion from his arms, Klein saw a blurry shot coming towards him quickly. He could only rely on the instinct of the "clown", kick his feet, and jumped away from the man.

Immediately afterwards, Klein, who had just landed, suddenly felt his ankles cold. The shadows crawling on the ground surged like life, and a shadow spear flew out from it, pointing directly at Klein's throat.

"and many more."

Klein felt the deadly coolness next to the skin on his neck, looked in the direction that stopped the attack just now, his eyelids jumped imperceptibly.

The one who collapsed on the ground and kept coughing turned out to be an acquaintance—Old Kohler!

And Klein also knew the two people who attacked him just now... but because of the sealed objects on the other side, he couldn't find them immediately.

"Long time no see Mr. Evan, and Miss Helen."

Klein vigilantly looked at Zeriel who had killed Zeriel, and almost killed his "Bishop Rose" and her nanny, and nodded slightly stiffly.

Hearing her name, Helen tilted her head and looked at Evan Stone, who was covering her nose and mouth with a mask. She seemed to be asking who he was?

"It's been a long time indeed, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Mr. Leonard."

Evan waved at Klein, and swiftly poured a tube of liquid with a strong herbal flavor into Old Kohler's mouth.

Then he carried the dying old man on his back, glanced at the potion in Klein's hand, and said straight to the point:

"Are you an official Beyonder?"

"Informant, but now we are gathering the survivors together with the Church of Steam." Klein nodded slightly, spread his arms, indicating that he was not hostile, and slowly approached "Bishop Rose" and "Provocateur".

"It turns out that those gentlemen knew that all the people in the East District were going to die."

Evan murmured, but he didn't slow down at all, and leaned over to Klein's side.

"Your ability to move with the help of flames is limited to you alone?"

Knowing Klein, he put his hand on Evan's shoulder, glanced at his eyes and barely cracked a gap. Old Kohler, who had regained a little consciousness, said quickly:

"I can move with you, but it will be slower, and..."

Klein glanced at the confused Helen, "And my current spirituality can only support the consumption of three people."

Evan didn't bother, "No, Helen can leave with the help of the shadow, and the speed won't be much slower."

Speaking of this, Klein didn't hesitate. The flames under his feet swelled and swallowed the three of them. Helen, who was standing by and didn't understand the situation, also fell backwards, merged into the shadows, and moved at high speed with the constantly flickering flames.

As the flames went on and off, a crow suddenly turned its head on a street lamp across the two streets, and in the blood-red eyeball shaped like glass, sparks of sparks that broke through the haze were reflected.