Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Silver City.

The explorers who returned from the ruins of the temple lived under the suburbs temporarily, while all those who had followed Chief Colin Inriart into the secret room to meet the **** statue were transferred to the dungeon at the bottom of the round tower.

This is the shelter for those residents with signs of loss of control. The City of Silver has been looking for a way to save them for thousands of years, but more of the outcome is spiritual death and physical mutation.

Derrick Berg, who entered the bottom after a detailed inspection, was sandwiched between two knights in heavy armor and passed through the long, narrow and gloomy aisle, feeling inexplicably chilled.

As long as he doesn't try to communicate, there is generally no problem... He silently recited the warning given to him by the old member, stared at the gap in the floor tiles in front of him, and moved slowly under the push of the two knights.

This is an effective way to escape. Along the way, he heard a lot of faint calls for help and mourning, but the intertwined, irregularly distributed gaps in the floor tiles successfully diverted his attention.

winter.

The heavily armored knight opened a heavy-looking stone lock, and the rusted iron door creaked open under the knight's pull. Another knight patted Derrick on the shoulder.

"You have been living here for a while, we will deliver food on time, and if you need it, you can also ask for medicine."

Derrick looked at the "Knight of Dawn" whose face was hidden behind the visor, and when he heard "provide medicine", his breathing involuntarily increased a little.

"But don't worry, every two days, someone will pick you up on the ground and be checked by a 'psychoanalyst'. If you are in good spirits, you should be back to normal life soon."

With that said, the knight took out another iron-black vial.

"This is a potion that every prisoner in the dungeon must take. The main ability is to suppress your extraordinary ability, so as to cooperate with the 'Crown of Glory' to eliminate the influence of esoteric factors."

"First Evolution"

The other knight who was guarding the surrounding area turned his head and patted the knight holding the vial, motioning him to hurry up.

"Well, although you didn't have any adverse reactions, this is an underground rule."

Derrick looked at the vial made of black-faced grass remnants, nodded blankly, and took it.

He was familiar with opening the straw-woven bottle cap, and Gulu drank the liquid inside, only to feel a cool breeze slip through his esophagus and into his stomach.

Under the action of the herbal power, the extraordinary power instantly decayed in his body, and the quietness infected his thinking, and even the mourning and cry for help that echoed in the original passage changed a lot, and it was difficult to affect his spirit.

Watching him swallow the potion, the heavily armored knight outside the cell pulled over the stone lock again. The rusted iron gate was locked with a bang, and a silvery white light flowed through the fence, as if connected to the earth.

The light source gradually became farther away as the two knights left. Derrick, who was familiar with the special environment of the Land Forsaken by God, instinctively wanted to find something that could be ignited, but after wandering around, he found that inside this stone house, Only a low candle made of animal oil was slowly swaying, and there was no extra fuel.

Under the influence of the "Crown of Glory", the darkness in the ground is not dangerous... The old man's words echoed in his ears again. Derrick forced him to calm down and actively catered to the suppression of the potion, curiosity Dissipating in loneliness, he lay on the board bed in the corner without any curiosity, staring blankly at the mysterious symbols of unknown meaning on the ceiling.

After an unknown amount of time, Derrick, who was about to slip into his dream, suddenly heard a manic and violent slam on the door. The instinct bestowed on him by his long-term fighting life drove him to jump up, his hands habitually holding swords in front of him.

The violent crash continued, and the iron door that was comparable to the Guardian's defensive barrier was relentlessly trying to shake next to Derrick's cell.

This hysterical vent was even mixed with thin, sharp and mournful sobbing. Derrick's whole body stood up, and his back was cold.

Without warning, an inexplicable light swept across the entire corridor. Under this strange brilliance, everything that happened in the cell next door, whether it was the despair of the perennial prison life or the last struggle before the transformation went out of control, was all in this absolute place. The power disappeared, and in the gap between the fence, Derrick vaguely glimpsed a smear of crimson flowing out of the next cell, and at the same time, the rusty smell of blood also squeezed into his nostrils.

Dead... In the strange environment that seemed to be absolutely quiet, Derrick's ears were keenly aware of the passing wind, and he turned his body as if he had a premonition. A muffled sound rang out.

Only this time, the muffled sound was much milder.

The residents on the other side of the wall beat the beat rhythmically, and the familiar Dongdong sound made Derrick feel an inexplicable familiarity.

It's as if someone always taps the table like this... Derrick leaned closer to the corner of the wall on guard, clutching his temples.

Under the power of the potion, it was difficult for him to recall the unimportant parts of these memories.

"Who?" Derrick raised his voice, but there was no panic mixed in.

The rhythmic percussion stopped immediately, isolated for a few seconds, and a deep but rather old voice came from the lake.

"This time it turned out to be a young guy."

"Are so many young people out of control in Silver City now?"

elder? Derrick's inner vigilance suddenly decreased by half.

In the City of Silver, it is not uncommon for the elderly to enter the bottom of the round tower. Almost all of the residents of the City of Silver are Beyonders. When they get old, the risk of losing control is almost inevitable.

"Who are you?" Derrick leaned half of his body against the wall, his ears pressed against the cold metal.

"Just a person who has lived here for a long time." The old voice laughed, and then he talked about other things.

"Alas, poor Moloch, he was injured when he went out and was pushed to the brink of being out of control. The doctors on the ground tried to rescue him several times, but to no avail. Finally, he couldn't stand it tonight."

The fishy smell of blood was still lingering in the nasal cavity, Derrick took a deep breath and asked in a low voice:

"The Sealed Artifact here...'Crown of Glory' will execute these runaways, won't it?"

The old voice behind the wall paused, then sighed:

"Very smart kid."

"But this may be a good ending. After all, it may be a more acceptable ending to go to death peacefully than to be a monster without a ghost."

"I've been here for forty-two years, and I've seen a lot of people struggling and finally being executed when their consciousness is basically devoured by monsters."

"To be honest, it's better to give up the struggle in the first place, it's too painful."

"But living in the City of Silver is also very painful. According to what you said, we should avoid being born, so that maybe we don't have to face the curse of kinslayer."

Listening to the old voice's complaint, Derrick remembered for no reason that he seemed to live in another world, with sunshine, pure food and water, and a "mysterious god"—other people who were blessed by such a great **** as Mr. Fool. The members of the Tarot Society, grief poured out from the instinct suppressed by the herbal medicine, and sighed secretly.

A strange silence descended on the cell again. Derrick was leaning against the steel wall. The old voice on the other side of the wall seemed to be startled by his words, and there was no sound at all.

After an unknown amount of time, the familiar knock sounded again, and after a few knocks, the old voice was much calmer.

"Fortunately, you spoke your heart out here. If you were on the ground, the elders would definitely banish you and let you fend for yourself in the wild."

"We are already the last human beings. Thanks to the glory of the Lord, we can survive in this darkness. Isn't this a gift?"

But Lord... Hearing the old voice's sigh, Derrick clenched his hands tightly and opened his eyes wide.

Although he is naive, he is not a fool... Although Mr. Fool has been avoiding some things, she never shy away from her alliance with the true creator.

In fact, at the Tarot Club, Derrick lied. When exploring the temple, he peeked at the frescoes that could be seen everywhere. The frescoes that had been peeled off to Mohu basically described the same thing.

Lord, she was betrayed, and she fell because of this, carrying the curse for all sentient beings and turning into a "hanged man" in the shadows!

"Why were you sent to the dungeon?" After a moment of silence, Derrick bluntly changed the subject in order to hide his emotions.

"me?"

The old voice paused, then hummed for a while, like most old people who recall history.

"I used to be the captain of an exploration team."

"During an outing, we discovered the city-state half a month away from the City of Silver."

"They, like us, were city-states once ruled by giants, and later saved by the all-knowing and almighty creator, but they fell."

The old voice suddenly became serious, and the tone became condensed.

Fallen? Derrick vaguely grasped the key words in his words and stood up.

"They tried to change their beliefs and believed in some illusory gods that only existed in their own imaginations, so they went to ruin, and the entire city was left in ruins."

It sounds a lot like I'm exploring that city... Derrick rolled his eyes and said tentatively.

"True Creator?"

The old voice behind the wall paused again, and said somewhat unexpectedly:

"You actually know the name."

However, he did not delve into it, but continued to tell his story with a much more ethereal voice.

"Although I don't know where you got this name, you definitely haven't experienced our feelings."

"In that city-state, we found a living person, an outsider whom the City of Silver has not seen for more than two thousand years."

"Outside the City of Silver, in the endless darkness, there are still living people!"

Knowing the genus of Mr. Fool, Loholid was not too surprised that Derrick, who once sheltered a city.

But after he was silent for a while, he suddenly realized that the atmosphere was abnormal, and tried to cater to him:

"Really, the survivors of that city-state?"

The old voice coughed, a little surprised.

"Did the Council of Six announce the news, or did someone spread the news out, don't you look surprised?"

"In my recent exploration, I witnessed a creature with the chief who was not affected by madness. Although it is not a human being, he did prove that there are other creatures that can live in the dark." Derrick made a random excuse.

However, if the other party went to the same city-state as you, you might have seen traces of Loholid. After all, the vessels with the three dragons engraved on them were found on the edge of the ruins.

...The old voice seemed to be stunned by the news thrown by Derrick, and after a while, he said again:

"You mean, you and Colin met other intelligent creatures?"

"Are you sure what you're seeing isn't some fantasy disguised as a monster?"

The old voice paused for a while, and said with some wickedness:

"After all, you're locked here too."

"Of course not, we fought him." One question after another, Derrick couldn't keep up with the other party's thoughts, so he explained patiently:

"That's a giant dragon, an extremely powerful dragon. He can communicate rationally, but for some other reason, we were forced to fight."

"Dragon..." The old voice chewed on the word and returned to silence.

"Let's talk about the Gentile who was discovered."

The strange ethereal feeling disappeared, Derrick blinked his eyes, and his breathing became much smoother.

"At that time, we wanted to invite that person to be a guest in the City of Silver. After all, he was the only living person we met in the dark, but when we were monitoring his return, he suddenly disappeared."

It seemed to be recalling that bad memory, telling that the old voices of his team members losing control and going crazy in the dark gradually became a little excited, hysterical, and even the flood-like emotions made Derrick always feel that the next second , that strange white light will come again and take away the poor man who is communicating with him.

"In short, after that, I was thrown to the ground by the six-member council, and I have been detained until now."

In the darkness, the old voice barely regained its calm ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Derrick touched the goose bumps on his body and sighed heavily.

"Do you remember what that person looked like?"

In his opinion, if it is an outsider like Miss Justice, he must be dressed differently from himself.

Although no one has proved it, since Mr. Fool has proved the existence of the outside world, there must be a way to get out of here.

"Looks..." The old voice behind the wall rummaged through the painful memories, struggling in his tone, "He looks very ordinary, unremarkable, and his clothes are no different from ours, except that he remembers that he was a young man. Men, the rest I can't remember at all..."

Is it really the survivors of other city-states who just believe in gods like the real creator... who are in a bad mental state?

Derrick thought for a while, imitated Mr. Hanged Man's tone, and probed:

"Then do you remember his name, or his origin?"

"Has he mentioned this to you?"

In the darkness, the old voice snorted painfully.

"He told us that his name was..."

The strange ethereal feeling struck again. Derrick, who was anxiously waiting for the answer, stared at the flickering candle in front of him, his vision suddenly blurred.

"he is......"

In front of the low table, the phantom in the misplaced time looked down at the young man. The unremarkable man pushed the monocle on his right eye, smiled and nodded gently.

"My name is... Amon."

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Huh, I took a look, and I still owe 12 more updates. Basically, I can only repay it during the exam depending on the situation, and then the rest will be put after the exam.

Don't worry, I won't run away.