Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

The dim red moon hangs high above the lead-clouded sky, and the chaotic East District seems to be covered with a layer of cold-toned filters. , seems to be quietly accumulating for the next crazy growth.

The first batch of skilled workers who left work has almost disappeared, leaving only scattered ordinary workers and homeless people on the streets of the East District.

On the north side of the East District, far away from the Dockers' Union, a pair of "disabled" men also wearing worker uniforms, covered in dust and mud, were supporting each other and turned into an alley not neatly.

After recovering a certain amount of mobility, Klein rationally gave up continuing to chase Lanvus. Although his spiritual intuition told him that the state of being possessed by the true creator had passed, the thread of the spiritual body on Lanvus' body was over. Distortion cannot be ignored. Regardless of the reason, Klein has lost the strongest ability that he can release independently in front of him.

I don't know what the level of the friend Mr. Stone knew, and whether he could handle my left hand... Klein thought with obvious exhaustion on his face.

After all, the level of treatment in the Eastern District is uncomplimentable. No, it should be said that the level of treatment in this era is unbelievable.

If a doctor full of medieval déjà vu suddenly shouted that he was responsible for my life and cut off my left arm, I would be very grateful to Mr. Ston.

I don't know if this is the case, can "Mystery" help me connect my hands for free...

Although the enemy he was thinking of fled in front of him, Klein didn't seem to sink into depression. Instead, he could make jokes about himself in his mind more easily now, the corners of his mouth curved high, stubborn and stiff.

"It's just ahead, it's there soon." Evan, who found that Klein could walk independently with a cane, released his support and nodded.

He looked at the brilliance of the alley where his tailor shop was located in front of him, his nose moved, and the aroma of food rushed to his face, his brows suddenly tightened, and he subconsciously added:

"Well, Mr. Mitchell, my friend has a unique set of opinions on diet. She prefers to eat food that maintains its original characteristics. I hope you will not be surprised to call it out later."

Although after the most basic judgment, Evan can confirm that this gentleman who calls himself Leonard Mitchell is also an Extraordinary, but he cannot confirm the position of this gentleman, in case he cannot accept a "Rose Bishop" what to do?

Damn, I should have thought about it just now, even if I introduced him to the old Tam of the clinic, why did he get so excited that he brought him to see Helen?

Evan, who was limping while walking, couldn't help covering his face, and his brain, which was already throbbing, was even more unbearable at this time.

bang.

Evan, who was wondering whether there was still a remedy, was suddenly startled. He seemed to hear the sound of the tongs he usually used to clamp the honeycomb falling to the ground.

wrong!

This is the sound of the tongs landing!

But before he could get angry and shout, in the tailor shop you could see from the next corner, a woman whose body features were covered by a robe rushed out, and her scarlet eyes were particularly obvious under the night sky.

"Helen?" Evan stopped subconsciously, blocking his intact left hand in front of Klein.

Bloodless and not in a good state of mind, Helen stood at the corner slightly dazedly, her scarlet eyes constantly scratching on Evan's body, and finally stared at his right wrist.

"You are hurt?"

Helen, whose voice was slightly hoarse, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and her eyes that were shining with spiritual brilliance also dimmed immediately.

"I met a lunatic, it's not a big problem." Evan's lips were half-open, and he replied after a while, with an inexplicable relief in his heart.

The next second after he got the answer, he saw Helen's gaze turned a little to the right.

Oops!

Evan then remembered that Helen's eyes flashed with the scarlet light symbolizing "Secret Prayer" just now, and she turned her head almost instantly, with obvious worry on her face.

But the strange thing is that although Mr. Mitchell, who is of unknown origin next to him, looks a little surprised, he is more of a strange smile at this time, and he can't say it anyway.

"What a coincidence" ah...

Until now, Klein still couldn't recognize it. The slightly haggard, but beautiful and tall woman in front of him and Mr. Evan who took the initiative to help him were the strange combination he met at the "Eye of Wisdom" party. It was also the "Rose Bishop" who killed the Feysac spy and her companions while acting with Detective Zeriel.

Considering his current physical condition and the enthusiasm shown by Mr. Evan just now, Klein decided to hide his identity by pretending that he didn't discover all this.

Anyway, I wore a mask during the two close encounters. Even if I saw Sherlock Moriarty's face through some means, I didn't wear a human skin mask today. I am now Klein, who goes by the pseudonym of a poet classmate!

Klein pulled out a smile very naturally, and the faint strangeness in his brows disappeared for a while. He looked at Evan, who revealed doubtful eyes, and said half-jokingly:

"I just didn't expect you, Mr. Stone, to have such a beautiful friend."

He deliberately emphasized the word friend.

Evan Stone, who was deliberately misunderstood, frowned slightly, while Helen, who was standing a little further away, was a little confused. Obviously, this young lady did not react immediately.

As a "Rose Bishop" who can take revenge on any impolite thoughts towards her at any time, she doesn't need a very sensitive "sense of smell".

"Cough, I think you misunderstood, Mr. Mitchell, this is Helen, and she is the friend I want to introduce to you."

Can "Bishop Rose" see a doctor? The muscles on Klein's face twitched imperceptibly, and he used almost all the potential of "The Clown", so he didn't clearly write the question on his face.

If my spiritual intuition hadn't called the police, I would have thought you were looking for extra meals for your friends!

Although the situation was tumbling in his head, Klein took the initiative to suppress his doubts, but his spirituality spread, and the "substitute" on his right hand entered a ready state, ready to be stimulated at any time.

"Then I'll thank this lady first. I hope you can save my poor left hand." Klein raised the cane in his hand with a reluctant smile.

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

Senbai's thick lightning occupied the distant sky, and the frequency was relatively slow.

On the dark wasteland, lanterns that seemed to be suspended in mid-air slowly moved forward, from far to near.

Iron boots reflecting the faint light, cloth shoes with animal skins, heavy footsteps regularly left traces on the ground, accompanied by the rustling of clothing.

Lovia Tiffany, with an airy brow and thick silver-gray curly hair, walked at the forefront of the team, her pale gray eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate the soul, scanning the darkness ahead, always alerting to the dangers that might appear at any time.

This is another regular outing in the City of Silver. It does not involve any lost city-state relics. It is only to widen the fog on the map.

"Elder Lovia, the team members are a little tired. Shall we take a break and move on after everyone has adjusted?" A tall brown-haired man with a resolute face carefully stuck to Lovia's side, The voice was low.

Because of the rumors that had spread before, many members of Silver City were extremely afraid of the strength of this "shepherd" elder.

Lovia, who was wearing a dark purple robe, pondered for a while, her eyes slowly passed over the team members with varying degrees of fatigue on their faces, and nodded slightly:

"No problem, rest 100 lightning strikes nearby."

They were crossing a hill, and there was no shortage of places to rely on.

Moreover, it was a period of slow lightning frequency. It belonged to the night defined by the City of Silver. 100 times of lightning was enough to restore the energy of this team composed entirely of Beyonders.

Seeing that one of the members closed their eyes by relying on stones, or sat on the ground and rubbed their ankles, or took out the dry food that she carried with her, Lovia reconfirmed her surroundings to make sure that no one's lantern was about to go out, and the two monsters hidden in the darkness did not. After not approaching, it was not obvious that he distanced himself from the team, and was only on guard at a distance.

This does not arouse the suspicion of the other team members. Most of them know this elder with a slightly abnormal spirit, especially two months ago, after her husband passed away unfortunately, she was more tolerant.

wow.

The ubiquitous shadows in the Land Abandoned by Gods surged like a tide, and layers of thick shadows rose slowly, building a less obvious shadow barrier around Lovia, as long as the "Knight of Dawn" did not take the initiative. If you get close, you will never find an abnormality.

This mysterious elder clenched his fists with both hands on his chest~www.NovelMTL.com~ The brightly-colored lips whispered the incantations of the elven language, and the smooth and tender skin became even paler. In a trance, she felt a sharp gaze Sweeping from the darkness around, unable to trace back to the source.

"The great 'Not Rescue'..."

Since she obtained the "Shepherd" formula, this has been Lovia's daily life. She needs to regularly contact this hidden existence who helps her and constantly report her own movements.

But this time, it seemed to be just a daily prayer, and the three-minute report did not mention any useful information.

With a mature and beautiful face, Lovia still lowered her head, and only put down the hands on her chest after the sight that had been watching her disappeared.

The light gray eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate the soul on weekdays seemed extremely dazed at this time.

The surging shadows around her returned to calm, and she stared blankly at the darkness in the distance, her thoughts flying to nowhere.

Two months ago, her husband died in the wilderness far away from the City of Silver. She took the initiative to create an accident and left the team, but after waiting for five days, she never saw her husband die because of the curse of the City of Silver. turn into evil spirits.

Since then, there has been a voice whispering in her heart, urging her to pursue the truth in the dark and give up the false and ridiculous "abstainers".

"The great truth..." Lovia with firm eyes whispered, her white and stylish right hand pressed against her flat abdomen, as if she was feeling the remnants of life.

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

Unexpectedly, "Bishop Rose" really has the talent of a surgeon... Klein stared blankly as Helen fixed a splint on his left arm, wrapped a bandage, and muttered to himself.

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