Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Under the towering dome, metal candlesticks hang down from the top, and the faint blue flame burns quietly, shaking with the vibration of the entire building.

The frenzied shouts of the soldiers and the sound of judgment that is the highest in the world envelop the entire building, but the thick stone walls and the soil under the ground make these sounds seem to be coming from another world, the real but too far away, no matter what happens outside would have something to do with it here.

The battle of gods in the sky above Backlund was still going on. The tall red figure stared at the illusory figures in the distance. Crazy scarlet eyes stared at the old friend who was confronting him. The flames exuding aura of destruction recklessly devoured the surroundings, even if there were other The "Judges" supported by the gods frequently issued decrees, and the "Blood Emperor" surrounded by several kings of angels could also find loopholes, laughing and attacking the most violently.

This is the war of the gods, the biggest result of a careerist who succeeded in a solitary throw, and a feast to celebrate the "Red Priest" ascension to the throne.

However, this unparalleled feast is not open to everyone.

"how do you feel?"

A few dozen meters underground from the "Feast", in the mausoleum blocked by a sophisticated space barrier, a young man shrouded in a cloak stood in the center of the room, staring at Medici, who was nailed to the high seat with broken wings. , looked at his unnaturally lowered, lifeless head, and asked softly.

"To be honest, it's not great, but it's acceptable, at least now my mind is quieter." The corpse placed on the stone high-back chair was motionless, but the voice of Red Angel Medici echoed throughout the room. As clear as before.

Zhou Mingrui, who had just woken up from a deep slumber, was on the verge of collapse, kneading his temples.

He did not intend to use this futile action to try to reduce the influence of Tianzun on himself, but he did not know how to deal with the sudden bad news.

In the space corresponding to the spiritual world, Medici's broken spiritual body is being burned by flames that symbolize malice. His handsome face, which has been damaged by decay marks, is distorted in pain. From time to time, another face will appear, as if there are other souls. contained in this flame.

Zhou Mingrui watched all this silently, raised his hand slightly, and tried to steal Medici's spiritual body.

Just now, Medici, the former war angel, was betrayed by his three "colleagues". During the siege involving the angel of time and the angel of fantasy, and the siege and interception of "Mr. Door" Abraham, he completely fell to Ariel. Under the conspiracy woven by Star Tudor, only the spirits that have not dissipated are left to suffer from pure malice.

Turning the wrist, after trying again and again, Zhou Mingrui's five fingers, who tried to steal with the help of "Origin Castle", suddenly felt a scorching heat, and the movement of turning the wrist suddenly became difficult.

Watching the illusory flames in the spiritual world gradually peel away from Medici, Zhou Mingrui forcibly endured the pain caused by the babble in his head, and asked the question he had always wanted to ask.

"Medic, how faithful are you to your beliefs."

"What nonsense is this, I'm the Lord's... knife soldier."

On the tall stone seat, the corpse with its head lowered slightly vibrated, and the corpses on the remaining two seats were wrapped in illusory flames. The remaining flesh and blood evaporated quickly, but only one pair remained in a few seconds. Skeleton and mottled armor.

The soul of Sauron Einhorn Medici is being burned, which can be equivalent to the burning of the Medici, and it can also be equivalent to the burning of their corpses, which is undoubtedly reasonable.

Zhou Mingrui, who had just completed a "stealing" and "grafting" in line with the project, looked at the spirit body wrapped in crystal in his palm, took a few steps forward, his five fingers clasped the surface of the crystal, and hung in front of the chest of Medici's corpse. .

"So no matter what you hear, you will continue to hold on to your beliefs?" In a low voice, Zhou Mingrui's tone unknowingly carried a hint of resentment.

"Nothing will shake my faith in the Lord."

After a long silence, Medici's tone was a bit bitter, a bit calm, and it was difficult to say the oath he had made before God.

Hehe... An indistinct smile slowly evoked, Zhou Mingrui slammed the crystal in his hand into Medici's body, and the next second, the illusory brilliance instantly illuminated the entire mausoleum .

"Let's meet in two thousand years, loyal 'conspirators'."

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