Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

The gang near the dock is looking for Miss Sharon and Maric?

Klein tapped the table rhythmically, staring at Old Kohler at a loss.

The previous action against the "Sexual Sect" was in the dock area. At that time, Miss Sharon specially reminded me that the demigods of the "Rose School" were led to another place, and they could turn around and come to Backlund at any time.

Alas, after that time, considering that Miss Sharon and the others were not in a safe situation, I never took the initiative to contact me... Klein breathed a sigh of relief and took it from the boss who happened to be serving the food. Coffee, take a sip.

"Is there anything else the gang at the dock has to say?"

The enthusiasm spread from the coffee cup blocked his face. Old Kohler, who was nibbling on the white bread, hurriedly swallowed the contents of his mouth and said indistinctly:

"I just heard they were looking for some people recently, but can't remember much more."

It has been four days since Yin Wensi took out Kapin's warehouse... Klein calculated the possible forces in the dock area and excluded MI9, which was still monitoring the warehouse ruins at the most, and he was familiar with it from his pocket. He pulled out a coin and tossed it upwards in front of old Kohler.

"Going to the quayside is dangerous now."

The coin with the image of George III fell slowly, and after a few turns on the greasy table, it didn't move at all, and it was reversed.

No danger.

Picking up the coin from the table, Klein picked up the Dixie pie on the side and ate it.

He ignored Old Kohler's surprised eyes, and after a while, he said casually:

"We'll go to the Docklands in a moment."

......

Backlund, Docklands.

In the dense warehouse group, a thin and thin figure ran hard, one deep and one shallow, shuttled with agility and flexibility that lived up to his physical flaws.

Behind him, several men in worker uniforms chased after him. They wore uniform peaked caps and held controlled weapons such as steel pipes, daggers and even pistols.

"Don't let him run away!"

The leading man let out a low growl, and hit his empty left hand in the air. The rest of the people around him immediately separated, and along the edge of the warehouse, they flanked the lame man's back path.

"Shit, run from the Backlund Bridge all the way to the pier, and to our site." The leading man stood there and gasped, remembering the stern look of the boss, spit out a mouthful of water and started running again, The revolver in the hand points forward.

The footsteps around him became more and more dense, and the lame man who was no longer young, Kaspars, was panting heavily, his eyes were constantly scratching around, as if he was looking for something, and a touch of panic gradually climbed on his pale face.

He should not be greedy.

After Miss Sharon chased away the terrifying cultists, he thought he could sit back and relax, not listening to Sharon and Maric, and just wandered back around the Braves pub to serve as a point of contact with Detective Moriarty.

Instead, he boldly took back the rights to the Brave Bar, and moved in there carelessly.

If he hadn't happened to go out this time, on the way back to Tiemen Street, he heard that a bartender he trusted was brutally mutilated on the ceiling and took the opportunity to escape, it is estimated that he would have arrived in the God of Storm Lord's kingdom by now.

But despite this, those gangsters who obeyed the cultists still grabbed his little tail and did not hesitate to shoot openly in the Backlund Bridge area, chasing him all the way here.

Damn, I shouldn't be greedy for money... The recent footsteps and heavy breathing are clearly audible, Caspers sticking to the cold warehouse exterior wall, his lame leg unconsciously hit Trembling, his sweat-soaked right hand held the revolver, stretched out his sleeve, and braved the cold wind to raise it in the direction closest to the sound.

The old man half-squinted his eyelids, his rotten nose pierced by the knife scar twitched, and his fingers on the trigger turned white with force.

Even if I die, I will take one with me!

Suddenly, the cold wind was still blowing, and Caspars squinted as he listened to the sudden quiet wind sound nearby, and the beat of his heart couldn't stop magnifying.

He counted the sounds in his chest, and after a long time, he didn't hear the footsteps approaching Chi Chi.

Boldly, the old man who had been wandering in the gray area all the year round dragged his lame legs, only showing half of his head, and looked at the other side of the corner of the warehouse.

In the mid-air where the wind was whistling, the light blue eyes that were as calm as mirrors stared at him indifferently. The complicated jet-black palace skirt seemed to be out of the influence of reality, quietly falling down with gravity, showing the delicate patterns outlined on the surface.

"Miss Sharon!"

Just as Kaspers' hoarse voice was about to shout, a pair of icy palms tightly covered his mouth, and he let go of his hands when he stopped struggling.

Maric, whose eyes were full of madness and malice, shook his hand in disgust, and rubbed the harp on Kasper's back.

"Maric, Miss Sharon."

Caspars, who was secretly relieved, found his backbone, lowered his voice knowingly, and nodded hurriedly.

"Why are you being chased here?"

After twisting the necks of the gangsters on the ground one by one, Maric glanced at Caspers, who was hunched over his waist, and his voice was also very low.

"Those cultists are here again, and the bartender in my bar was crushed into a lake of mud. After I heard the wind, I ran away quickly, and took over the gangster who happened to bump into them near Tiemen Street, and was chased all the way. "

Caspars explained in a low voice, but Sharron, who was floating in mid-air, suddenly frowned slightly. The unreal figure instantly faded, and only the ethereal voice could still prove her existence.

"Jakes may have come to Backlund."

Maric, who was also aware of the danger, had a solemn expression. After a moment of silence, he swept to Caspers, who was at a loss, without warning. The maliciousness in his eyes had never been stronger than it is now.

This person approached the vicinity of Jakes, and may have been marked!

He stared coldly at the gray-haired Caspars, his hands that could easily break through steel trembled slightly.

Although the "Temperance School" advocates restraining their own desires, they have never taught believers to avoid killing, otherwise how can their potions act as digestion?

"I don't feel the breath of the mother tree of desire."

For no reason, Sharon's voice sounded softly, and a gleam of clarity flashed in Maric's eyes, and then he looked at the "Crimson Moon Crown" hidden inside his clothes. Extraordinary crimson.

The malice in his eyes gradually subsided, and Maric roared at Kaspars angrily:

"Leave and hide from the quayside and meet us in the spare room."

Realizing that he might have caused danger unintentionally, Caspars didn't dare to refute. After nodding in a hurry, he disappeared between the twisted warehouses with agility that didn't match the cripple. Take away their guns.

Maric watched Kaspars go away, frowning a few times and walking towards the shadow behind him.

A few seconds later, a figure moving at high speed to Mohu rushed out of the dock warehouse.

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

"Old man, no one was looking for me before I left the church."

In the military control area controlled by MI9, a group of men and women in uniform black trench coats and red gloves stepped off the dark blue-painted airship and fell at the end of the team. Leonard, with messy black hair, used the noise made by the airship. , said quietly sideways.

"Heh, do you think it's an honor to be parasitized by me?"

The old voice gave a contemptuous laugh, and Pallez, who was floating in the outer layer of Leonard's spirit, observed the mixed aura of various nearby pathways, and sneered distractedly.

Leonard, who was innocently wronged, blushed. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he retorted a little excitedly:

"I just think you were just lying to me before."

"If the sanctuary, or even the angels of the goddess really discovered your existence, why wouldn't they come to me and let me be dispatched to Backlund!"

Leonard turned his head to the side, his messy half-long hair half-hiding his beautiful green eyes, his mouth kept opening and closing without making a sound, and the MI9 members who were checking the status of the airship's equipment were at a loss for a while.

"Think about it, you said that Your Excellency Amani is the angel of the goddess, this is impossible!"

"She, like me, was born in a church orphanage. She even became an Extraordinary for about the same time. How could she become an angel in three years?"

Pallez, who is exploring the surrounding atmosphere and beware of the appearance of some vermin "thieves", has no time to pay attention to this imbecile kid, so he has no good air:

"I also became an Extraordinary three years ago, so why are they now demigods?"

I... Leonard, who also had a lot of "evidence", suddenly fell silent, lowered his head, stood there for a while, and followed after the colleague in front of him turned his head to look at it.

This is the reason he cannot refute.

Although it has been determined that the old man is a "parasitic" who was guarded by the church's top management, since he parasitized himself to the present, he has not done anything that endangered his safety. Instead, he has saved his life and provided himself with some mysticism for free. Knowledge help.

In fact, the old man had already told him about the existence of the "acting method", but because he had been on guard against the old man's malicious intentions, it was not until Klein understood the "acting method" that he started to accelerate his promotion.

If at that time, if I had started playing earlier at that time, even if it was only at the level of Sequence Seven, would it be different?

"How can there be so many ifs?" Pallez didn't feel much about the aftermath that children often have. After confirming that there was no clone of Amon nearby, he relaxed a lot.

"I didn't deceive you. Although Fran Amani is from an orphanage based on his resume and the records of your church, as an Extraordinary, don't you know how easy it is to forge these things?"

"I remember that the deacon of your church introduced the ability of the sequence in the 'diver'."

"The 'Faceless Man' of Sequence Six can silently replace a person's identity, not to mention a character who may have been fictional from the very beginning?"

Pallez's voice echoed in his ears, and seeing the captain cast his gaze, Leonard straightened his head, pretending to be serious, and looked forward with an empty mind.

"As for why the church put you in Backlund..."

Pallez's old voice gave a low laugh, and after a "hey", there was a sudden silence no longer explaining.

So why?

Leonard scratched his head anxiously, turned his face to the side in a fit of anger, his green eyes that were loose like a poet suddenly shrank, and a light called surprise appeared.

Outside the military control zone, the night watchman who was in charge of the church of Evernight was talking with MI9 members.

Dai Li, who was holding a volume of documents in one hand, looked at Leonard in the crowd, and after a brief moment of daze, she smiled lightly.

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

Backlund, Docklands.

Klein dressed as a worker followed the route provided by Old Kohler, and the two walked side by side on the streets outside the dock area.

According to Kohler's description, the wanted orders and some tasks issued by the little gangsters are posted in the bounty hunter bar on the periphery of the dock area. The bartenders and managers here are members of their subordinates, mainly responsible for taking extra money and controlling nearby Survival bounty hunter.

This bounty hunter bar with a black background is different from the one in the Eastside. There are no quest requests that cover the entire wall. Instead, there are several poorly drawn wanted notices. The most conspicuous two occupy the center position, just one There is no portrait, and the other one looks rather abstract.

Old Kohler went to the front desk to order two beers, and Klein took the lead in taking the seat. Looking at the enigmatic portrait with Maric's name on it, he almost laughed.

The picture is usually full of malicious eyes. Maric, who is of medium stature, has turned into a skinny corpse, with saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth, while Miss Sharon is blank. Human-like, blonde and blue boy, UU reading www.uukanshu. The complex and solemn features of com's fair skin and black palace dress, the description of which the language is generally incomprehensible only points out one feature-beautiful, but like a ghost!

It's strange to find it like this... Klein squeezed his stiff cheeks from the effect of the magical item, and took the Southwell beer that looked good from old Kohler.

Miss Sharon is usually in a state of "wraith". It should be normal for these gangsters to be unable to obtain specific descriptions, not to mention that she may also possess a living corpse and use a false identity...

As for Maric, these people won't take the living corpse controlled by Maric as their deity, right?

Thinking of this, Klein glanced at the portrait on the wall again.

I have to say that it is very realistic, realistic enough to be used as an illustration for the horror part of hardcover novels, and indeed reproduces the hideous appearance of a living corpse.

But why did they want Miss Sharon and Maric?

Taking a sip of beer, Klein looked at Old Kohler, and said in a normal voice in the noisy environment:

"Did you ask what they wanted these people for?"

Before coming to the dock area, Kohler asked himself to inquire about the wanted order later.

"They didn't give a reason. That person saw that I was older and sent me directly."

Old Kohler nodded apologetically and crossed his hands together.

He only ordered one beer, even though the money was from Klein.

Klein didn't say much. After taking a few sips of beer, he walked to the bar as if casually. He tapped a few times in front of the bartender who was chatting with others, and said with a smile:

"Brother, what's up with the ones posted on the wall, I think the one I'm looking for looks pretty?"

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