Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"Ah, ah, ah..."

The harsh cries of crows surrounded the mottled and weathered castle spire. In the huge dark cave, a young man in a classical mage robe straightened the monocle on his right eye socket.

"Sure enough, no matter what age, the aesthetics of the Zarath family are so boring..."

The palms under the long sleeves tightened immediately, the crows flying in the air in a ring instantly silenced, and the equally pitch-black beaks opened and closed but made no sound at all.

In silence, a crow's scarlet eyes suddenly regained its agility. It glanced at the barren ground. Translucent worms exploded under the feathers, clinging to tentacles entwined with illusory jet-black threads, forming a phantom. A vortex of tentacles that hugs the worm's flesh mass.

Amon on the ground watched all this, with a flat and relaxed smile on the corner of his mouth.

In her sight, all the crows flying around the church turned into monsters similar to the mythical creatures of the Diviner pathway, with the powerful gravitational force formed by the aggregation of Beyonder characteristics and the terrifying tentacles that stirred the air one after another attacked her.

The thin body of the young man floated uncontrollably under this strong gravitational force. She just wanted to steal the restraint of this gravitational force on her. In the empty void around her, a gray-white mist that was so thin that it was almost negligible surged out of thin air. Out, under the provocation of the terrifying tentacles, wriggling towards Amon.

"Interesting." Amon, who was a little surprised, adjusted his glasses again and snapped his fingers.

"However, this kind of trick didn't work for me very much when I was seven years old." Amon stared at the group of hugging worms that formed first, and the flat smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly became vicious.

The blazing holy light illuminates the dark cave, and the power from the eternal day of the sea relic of the battle of the gods dispels all evils. Although the thin mist is stimulated by this sudden light, it frantically wraps the hugging worms that summoned them. Resisting, but in the face of absolute heat, all meaningless behaviors are just self-comfort. A second before hiding in the loophole, Amon seemed to hear the roar of filial piety from a certain old-time existence.

The flat spherical pit replaced the original quaint castle, and the attack mixed with the divine power of the ancient sun **** made it clear all the conspiracies carefully arranged in this secret stronghold of Zarath. In the dark darkness, only dreamy colors are there. Stubbornly gathered in the ball-shaped potholes.

With another snap of fingers, the space blockade originally stolen from Bethel shrouded this area, and under the influence of the breath of the strongest person in the "door" pathway, it basically cut off all reality and mysticism connection with the outside world.

The flowing brilliance was firmly imprisoned in Amon's monocle. After leaving the Land Forsaken, she devoted most of her energy to finding the traces of Zarath.

This unknown guy in the Fourth Epoch is the only lucky person who has successfully snatched a characteristic from her who is said to have lost control since the "God of Mystery" closed the top of Hornakis, and is now the clearest "God of Mystery" state one of several people.

After secretly swallowing up several members of the Secret Order in a row, Amon was pleasantly surprised to find that this recently promoted angel coincided with himself, retaining a Sequence Two clone that used the solidified historical projection to exist by virtue of his characteristics.

After wasting some strength, Amon finally found this castle called Dilan.

It was grafted and hidden in the hidden ruins of the Zarath family in the original Quaternary Epoch. At the same time, the projection of the contamination and solidification of Tianzun also penetrated the power of the spiritual world, which is enough to compete with the power of the Sequence Angel in a short time.

"Oh, it would be nice if Pallez was so careless." Amon recalled the old friend who had cordially exchanged the meaning of life with him, and shook his head with a gentle smile.

In the spherical pothole, a large crystal that looks like a heart floats in the air. Under the crystal surface, one after another bubbles that seem to be hidden in a dream slowly rise, and they shatter silently when they touch the surface of the crystal wall.

Amon looked at this dream-filled treasure, turned his right hand hidden under his long sleeves, and the only light in the darkness disappeared instantly.

The space blockade from the "Gate of Ten Thousand Gates" dissipated on its own. After only a second, the gray-white mist and the terrifying tentacles stained with blue and black descended again through the thick stone wall. The powerful gravitational force rolled up the only target, the furious Zarath. It seemed like the next second would devour the shameful thief.

A streamer swept across the monocle, and the black classical robe was replaced by an ordinary postman uniform. Amon's clone, who was ruthlessly abandoned by the main body, glanced at the unpleasantly cuddling worm in front of him, curled his lips in disgust, and whispered. :

"Since they are already 'faceless people', why not make up for their innate disadvantage?"

The blazing white light erupted again in the darkness, this time the son of the creator did not evade, she stretched her arms and sank into the afterglow of the old days that faded with her father.

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Won't write Amon...