Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Mrs. Sharon, who was forcibly dragged into a dream by Dunn Smith, was under the influence of the lavender and magical light, her eyes that were naturally closed began to tremble slightly, and there was a sign of awakening.

In the depths of the gorgeous room, the source of the lavender light, the thick black sludge overflowed from the thick safe, as if something terrifying was about to come.

Is it the statue of the "primitive witch"? Klein tried his best to remain calm, drew his gun quickly, and frantically pulled the trigger on Mrs. Sharon, who had not yet fully awakened.

when! when! when!

Accompanied by the silver bullets falling silently on the soft and luxurious carpet, the bullets dragging the crimson light also knocked into Mrs. Sharon's head, destroying this place under the driving of powerful external force. Zhang Juemei's face was red, white, and yellow all over the ground.

"Ha, ha, ha..." Klein, who quickly emptied the entire magazine, was not relieved by the fragmentation of Mrs. Sharon's head. He panted and turned his head slightly, looking at the unresponsive Keenli, who came over, shook his head forward.

Keenli, who had also learned the internal body language of the Nighthawks, raised the Sealed Artifact in his hand in the direction of Mrs. Sharon's corpse unhurriedly.

For a while, the whole house fell into a strange silence, only the thick safe emitting purple light still overflowed with sticky sludge.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of being hit by a heavy object suddenly came from the safe, and the entire box was deformed. The gray and white color swept the entire room for a while, infecting reality.

Oops, I can't move... Klein struggled to move his eyes and looked at Keenli, who was holding a sealed item, and found that his teammate was also frozen in place, like a vivid wax figure.

Not only did they lose the ability to move their bodies, but even their own thinking ability seemed to be degrading over time. They could only watch Madam Sharon, whose head had been shattered into a puddle, and crawled up again with twisted movements. .

"Crimson!"

Dunn Smith, who had been downstairs and was in charge of delaying Mrs. Sharon, dragged the back of his coat behind him, and swiftly rolled up from the balcony on the second floor. Just before his body fell, just before he touched "Grey", his right arm burst into flames. He turned his wrist, and a silver-white spell quickly shot into the spacious bedroom.

With the eruption of the crimson "moonlight", unprecedented tranquility calmed the process of "grey" eroding reality, and the power of the night rivaled the purple light!

Dunn landed on both feet and hit Klein and Kernley with the revolver, helping them get out of the predicament.

Kernli looked at the captain with excitement, but found that Dunn's gray eyes were deeper than usual, like an unfathomable mist condensed in this small lens.

Is the captain's skill so good? Klein took this opportunity to quickly reload the demon hunting bullets, and stared at the "Mrs. Sharon" who had been completely "resurrected" and whose brain was roughly spliced. Shen Sheng said to the captain:

"Captain, we must first destroy the safe, which contains the statue of the 'primordial witch'. I suspect that part of the power of the statue was lowered to cause the current aberration."

Dunn nodded indifferently, adjusted the revolver in his right hand, and aimed at "Mrs. Sharon" who was adjusting his body condition with one arm.

"You and Keenli use 3-0782 as much as possible, and I will contain the front."

Hearing the captain's order, Klein acted subconsciously. He and Kernli dispersed in different directions, forming a stable triangle, completely blocking "Mrs. Sharon"'s retreat.

"The captain is Sequence Seven, and I'm a 'clown' who is good at close-quarters combat. Kernli has a relatively dangerous sealed item in his hand. No matter where she goes, she can't solve her opponent immediately." Klein held both hands Holding the peach wood handle of the revolver tightly, out of the corner of the corner of the eye glanced at Dunn, "The captain's state is very wrong, it doesn't look like his style..."

This idea only appeared for a moment, and he immediately threw it out of his mind, and concentrated on guarding the "Mrs. Sharon" who might mutate. He chose to trust the teammates he got along with day and night, which is reasonable!

The 'Mrs. Sharon' with twisted joints adjusted her state, the sludge in the thick safe no longer flowed, and the faint purple light was completely extinguished at this moment, and was buried in darkness.

"Hidden." "Mrs. Sharon" shook the head she had just attached, and dozens of transparent silk threads dragged all kinds of decorations in the room, blocking the bullets, sawdust and ceramic chips fired by Klein and Kernli. one place.

Perhaps her head was rudely re-spliced, the facial features on the no longer beautiful face were also dislocated, and the movements of her lips did not match her voice.

Standing directly in front of the balcony, with the crimson moonlight on his back, Dunn looked straight into the clear eyes of 'Mrs. Sharon', the pistol raised in his right arm fired several times, and his left hand behind him snapped his fingers softly, taking advantage of the shocking sound of the gunshot. .

Phew!

The wind blowing out of the window stopped in an instant, the whole room became darker and darker, and in the tranquility, the gunshots from the revolver actually resounded.

"Mrs. Sharon"'s expression was sluggish for a second or two, and the head pieced together by invisible forces also tended to shatter again.

An uncontrollable twist of anger appeared on her ferocious face. The brown pupils reflected the huge invisible cascading door outside the window, and a terrifying scream roared.

"Ah!" Keenli, who was holding the Sealed Artifact, fell to the ground. In pain, the mirror that was supposed to be shown to "Mrs. Sharon", but for some reason it had not been working, fell to the ground face up. Straight out the projection of Keenli who was hugging and howling.

In the eyes of Klein, who was also fighting against the terrifying scream, Kernli, whose expression was originally distorted, stopped screaming instantly, as if his mouth was blocked, and his entire face was covered with a thick shadow, with a heavy expression. Weird.

Before everyone could react, the silk thread manipulated by "Mrs. Sharon" was raised again, and clusters of burning black flames burst out of the air, and together with the frost spreading on the ground, they seemed to torture the three Nighthawks. lethal.

Dunn Smith, whose expression was still indifferent, glanced at the attacks coming from all directions, as if predicting the future, he swiftly ran towards the dead end of all this, and ran roundly to the one who was standing in place, about to be cut off by silk threads. Kernley.

During this process, his eyes did not deviate at all. He switched the revolver to his left hand, raised it without aiming, and blindly shot off a frost spear that Klein had overlooked. Deep full-length mirror.

boom! Klein was reminded by Dunn's gunshot. The body that was jumping in the air forcibly twisted his waist, leading the man to pounce to the side and approaching "Mrs. Sharon" who was still standing there and seemed unable to move at will.

He picked up a stubby wooden stick at random, turned his wrist, and the invisible force instantly strengthened the toughness of the stick. With a strong wind, he slashed at "Mrs. Sharon, who was focusing on harassing and attacking Dunn. ".

Snapped!

Before being swept by the short stick, "Mrs. Sharon" has long disappeared, replaced by a larger piece of glass, the mirror that Dunn shattered just now!

Where the full-length mirror was originally, a burst of black flames rose, "Mrs. Sharon"'s slender and tall body walked out of it, and three strands of frost attached to the air burst out.

Klein didn't have time to dodge, so he could only resist with a stick horizontally. He hooked his free left foot, and pulled the easel next to him to fall in front of him.

"Mrs. Sharon"'s expression suddenly became distorted, and a completely different emotion appeared in her clear eyes. It seemed that these two different personalities were interfering with each other at this time.

The silk thread that had been cut out sharply seemed to be disturbed. Klein escaped with the tough wooden stick, and the other one brushed over Dunn's head. Only in front of Kernli, Frost had already climbed up to him. body, death is coming.

Dunn, who was running, quickened his pace instantly, picked up a broken ornament around him, and smashed it at Kernli, who was standing still, unaware of the danger.

With a muffled sound, Kernli staggered and moved a few steps to the side, his left arm wrapped in formal clothes was thrown high, the surface was covered with frost lines, fell to the ground, and shattered into pieces that were stained with blood. Red and black flesh.

Dunn, who finally arrived, knocked him flying, his body was low, and his left hand picked up the quaint silver mirror that fell on the ground, face up, and the higher hairline flashed in the mirror.

Boom! He rolled around, ignoring the pain of putting on the sturdy furniture, and steadfastly pointed the mirror towards the python-like hair that was already leaning against him, and controlled Klein's "Mrs. Sharon".

The mirror was instantly dyed with a layer of lavender, and "Mrs. Sharon"'s hideous face was clearly reflected in it, and the picture suddenly became dark and deep, as if connected to the spiritual world.

"Hidden!" "Mrs. Sharon", whose hair fell for no reason, gave up her restraint on Klein, her clear eyes were mixed with anger, hatred, panic, and panic, and she stared at the expressionless Dunn. .

She rubbed her hands on the lens, and Keenli, whose left arm wound was covered with frost, screamed in agony. She was in a happy mood when she heard it, and her cracked mouth exaggeratedly completed a distorted arc.

She frantically stabbed her right hand with sharp nails into her stomach, and as if nothing had happened, she pulled out her internal organs. Using her body as raw material and the soul of a layer of servants as fuel, she set up a curse on the spot!

Klein, who was thrown aside, swayed and stood up, barely regaining consciousness. He looked at "Mrs. Sharon" who was close at hand, and raised the revolver subconsciously, but remembered that he had already emptied his bullets.

It would be great if the "spell" on his body was still there, but it was thrown into the gray fog at this time... Klein glanced at the silk thread surrounding Mrs. Sharon, and resolutely jumped back a few times, or Rolling over, or jumping forward, dodged the random attacks by "Mrs. Sharon" in order to ensure the success of the ceremony.

He didn't try to fight, but ran directly to Kernli behind the captain and to the pistol with bullets beside the injured teammate.

Seeing that the ceremony of "Mrs. Sharon" was about to succeed, Dunn, who held the sealed object in front of him, gave up the action instantly, dropped the mirror in his hand, and ran towards "Mrs. Sharon", pulling the trigger continuously. , the solid figure briefly swept across the mirror, his eyes were firm, and there was no longer a fog-like depth.

In the opposite spiritual world, the eyes of the huge spiritual body that was suspended silently before the space seal suddenly ignited a faint blue flame, linking the coordinates in the distance.

His figure quickly faded and merged with the thick color block behind him. Within a second, another figure appeared here, looking around stiffly, as if he was looking for something, the vertical eyes under the eagle-shaped helmet. Showing obvious excitement.

Her eyes hung over every corner around her, and then stopped on the hidden seal in front of her.

Seeing the "engraved" seals of the illusory gates, she immediately took off the badge with "eye without pupil" and "twisted thread" from the buckle outside the armor, without hesitation. Press it up.

"The Primordial Witch?" Feeling the power behind the seal, she couldn't help revealing a hint of doubt in her vertical pupils, which radiated orange-red light.

As a slave of the Lord, eliminating His enemies is the first mission.

A black knight in heavy armor emerged from the void, and a pale crescent-shaped light struck the safe in the corner of the room with a thunderous force.

In the face of absolute power, this thick iron block is like a paper toy, it is easily torn apart, and the storm of light purifies every inch of filth. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

She touched the giant sword to the ground, and layers of illusory water waves floated on the carpet below her. The dark water devoured the simple silver mirror that she had just used as the medium of descent.

"Mrs. Sharon", who was about to release the curse, froze in place, her clear brown eyes were full of doubts and puzzles, and her mouth did not match her voice.

"Angelboda, you are still alive!"

"Chick." The half-giant Angelboda looked at the terrifying body in front of him, and couldn't help but think of other witch sect members he had seen, Katarina, and what he saw in his adoptive father's diary. description of.

Why is this different?

The breath on her body shocked Klein and Dunn, who were still conscious, and the spiritual warning madly called the police in their minds, reminding them to hold their heads and close their eyes, not to look directly at the terrifying knight standing in the center of the room .

Angelboda didn't have the heart to talk much with this evil **** who had only heard of it. He clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, and the broad sword with the wide door was easily raised. The spiritual body of the servant who was hypnotized by Dunn in advance and killed in the "Mrs. Sharon" ceremony was forcibly stripped from the body, passed through the dark and illusory river, and rushed towards the "Snow" who was condensing the attack. Mrs Len".

Looking at the attack that was about to take shape in front of him and the ghost strengthened by "Ferryman", the clarity in "Mrs. Sharon"'s eyes dissipated, and a daze gradually occupied her eyes.

In the confusion of her thoughts, the ice-covered spear in front of her shot out with an illusory black flame.

Just as she was about to touch Angelboda's helmet, which seemed to pierce through her head, the great sword in the knight's hand slashed out from the ground.

A pure storm of light completely swept the room on the left side of the balcony.