Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"I think I may have a clue as to what Mr. Andre has been up to lately."

After looking at the smoke and dust not far away, Klein followed the direction of the swing of the spirit pendulum and picked up a stick-shaped object with golden light from the ground in the dark.

He wiped the gray and black on his face and asked Leonard:

"Does the church monitor gatherings of wild Beyonders?"

Dunn, who was on the side with the help of "darkness" warning around, also cast his eyes.

Although he didn't often attend such underground gatherings, he was still very curious about the official attitude towards wild Beyonders and their ability to control gatherings in a big city like Backlund.

A gathering of wild Beyonders?

Leonard recalled what he hadn't heard carefully in the usual meetings, and turned his eyes to the side.

"Of course there is. Isn't this basic common sense?"

In other words, you don't really know... With what he knows about Leonard, Klein shook his head half-smile.

He played with the golden short staff in his hand and sighed a little:

"This extraordinary item of the 'sun' pathway flowed out from a low-level party, and it is a temporary weapon made by a 'artisan'."

"Unfortunately, I happened to be at that party."

"Did this Mr. Andre say anything at that time?"

With years of experience, Dunn quickly grasped the point, and Leonard on the side was still a little lost. He didn't quite understand why Andre wanted to buy an extraordinary item to restrain himself.

Even if it is to deal with the "devil" who is chasing him, there should be a better choice. Looking at his only right hand, the price of using this weapon is definitely more serious than the scorched black that appears on the outside.

Klein handed the "Sun Short Staff" to Leonard, recalling the situation that day, and secretly said:

"He's more interested in the new heresy that the Aurora Society has recently spread in the Eastern District."

Pretending to have a difficult memory, Klein deliberately paused.

"By the way, he also bought the herbal medicine of the 'Pharmacist', but this is a secret transaction, no one knows what he bought."

The smoke almost dissipated, and Dunn nodded slightly when he picked up a piece of meat whose shape was almost invisible from the ground.

"It should be a recovery potion."

Leonard, who was standing beside Andre, also echoed:

"He has a long laceration on his chest, and is also attached to the curse of the 'devil'."

"Well..." Leonard pondered for a while, putting aside the rags covering Andre's chest, "and that 'Pharmacist' is not bad, otherwise he probably wouldn't last so long."

Half of the fog that blocked the question was cleared away, and Dunn's brows, which were still covered with a layer of black, suddenly wrinkled, looked around, and said seriously:

"Let's get out of here right now."

"Leave?" Leonard looked surprised when he turned over a tattered blueprint on the ground and the amputated limb that was kept in a puddle in the corner to avoid the explosion.

He waved the severed limb that was as dry as Mu Nai Yin, and pointed to the edge of the paper.

"This should be the map of the Backlund sewer, and the pointer made by black magic. Andre is obviously looking for something."

Walking slowly to Klein, Leonard, although somewhat reluctant, still shoved these two key pieces of evidence to the other side.

"And we still have a 'divine' here, so it's better to directly determine what Andre is looking for."

Although, classmate poet, this kind of key item is usually a typical group destroying engine in the game... Klein looked left and right at the severed limb in his hand, and the evil aura on it made him disgust him. farther.

Klein thought for a while, and decided to ask Dunn the reason first.

"What did you find again?"

Tong Nei's blackness faded, and Dunn opened his eyes.

"There are a lot of evil spirits roaming nearby, the nearest one is nearly 100 meters away from us."

Although at the level of Sequence Six, Dunn's control of "darkness" can only cover about 100 meters at most, but in the sewer environment with almost no light, this blessing-like ability has been expanded to about three times, of course, only perception scope.

A lot of evil breath?

Klein's eyes slowly lowered, and he looked back at the severed limb that was held far away from him, his face gradually ugly.

we will not......

"Here, it seems to be the lair of those 'ancient demons'..." Leonard, who had been silent since the beginning, turned his face ashen.

The old man just told him that the "ancient demon" has the means to summon companions by building a lair, and the ability of the modern "demon" to use rituals to summon "demon" servants and projections is actually the inheritance of this ancient ritual.

The "devil" summoned by the "lair" is not a false projection and a weak servant, and those guys are at least weak Sequence Six.

I'm super, I feel that my hunch doesn't have to be so accurate at this time... The look on his face is even more ugly, Klein said immediately:

"They shouldn't have found anything yet. We'll mark it here, then leave here immediately, and report the situation to the church first."

Dunn also nodded.

"Okay, those 'devils' are still far away."

Leonard also nodded and agreed:

"Take Andre. Although he doesn't know what happened between the 'devils', he should already know more about the so-called 'lairs'."

The three reached an agreement that Leonard, who was in charge of the investigation, did not need to take the initiative to carry Andre, and tied him behind his back with the belt of the police uniform, while Klein retrieved the "Sun Short Staff" and cooperated with Dunn to make a left. One right is alert to the danger that may arise at any time.

In front of the real "devil", his "chain-blade cane" is a joke.

......

"I have a bad feeling."

On the ground floor of a garden house in the Backlund Bridge area, Maric, who was playing cards with a living corpse, put down his chips and turned his head to look back.

Sharon, who rarely takes the initiative to express her opinions, appeared on a high stool, and she could vaguely see the colors behind the virtual and real figures.

"Have you found the trail of Jakes?"

He glanced at the "Crimson Moon Crown" on Sharon's left chest, frowning slightly.

Except for the full moon, this item is in the hands of Sharron. Although the crimson moonlight radiating all the time will make the desire of the "different species" grow, it will also strengthen their ability on the other side.

Only in this way, Sharon can better communicate with the spiritual world while maintaining the state of "Wraith", obtain information of revelation and nearby interactions, and thus fight against Jakes, who is famous for her keenness.

Of course, what's strange recently is that Sharon hasn't caught Jakes' breath for a long time.

"No." Sharon, with a delicate but bloodless face, shook her head slightly, her expressionless face stiffer than ever.

There was a trace of unease in her light blue eyes that were as quiet and clear as a lake, and her blond hair swayed with her breath.

"It's the breath of a 'devil'."

"demon"?

Maric froze suddenly in the chair, his eyes slightly spreading.

"Blood worship?"

"No." Sharon shook her head again indifferently, "It's more terrifying than Jakes."

"I only saw huge shadows."

The story that the teacher told her once resurfaced in Mohu's memory. Sharon didn't know where to look, and Dan Dan spit out a name.

"abyss."

The unreal figure of "Wraith" suddenly faded, leaving only the usual cold voice.

"Contact Sherlock, he should know."

......

where is this?

It's so dark, is this the "abyss", or the dark heaven of the goddess of the night?

Neus stared blankly at the surrounding Mohu.

The dark kingdom of heaven, hehe, as soon as this idea came up, it made Neuss laugh.

"Huh, huh...cough."

"This guy is awake."

Leonard, who was running, shouted forward, sounding a little surprised.

woke up?

Klein and Dunn, who were on both sides of the front guard, looked back together and were a little surprised.

Thorough wound cracking on the front chest, the curse recurs, the body surface remains uncontrollable, the right arm is broken, there are additional burns and the "sun" pathway has natural restraint on the "devil"...

How could he wake up so quickly?

Klein raised his eyebrows, slowed down slightly, and leaned to Leonard's side.

The "substitute" in his right hand opened silently, and the illusory palm quietly grabbed Andre's soft spiritual body thread.

"Do you know where you are now?"

Andre, who was lying on Leonard's back, turned his head with difficulty, his out-of-focus eyes trying to see clearly, but Mo Hu could only capture a swaying black and white.

"Are you... the police?"

Neuss hissed, inhaling sharp pains in his burning lungs and parched throat with every sound he made.

"No, you are the Extraordinary of the Church."

After a brief period of daze, the reason that belonged to the "criminal" quickly regained his thoughts, and News' hoarse voice was exceptionally calm.

"It's the Church of Evernight, it's the Nighthawk."

Without waiting for Klein to respond, Leonard reported his identity first, his eyes were slightly wrinkled and he swept over the two of them. He was slightly relieved when he saw that the two did not refute.

Church of the Night...News's expression suddenly relaxed a lot, and the corners of his mouth twitched hard.

"not bad."

Immediately, he regained his strength, his eyes returned to focus, he coughed a few times, and his voice became much clearer.

"Reborn Financial Giants"

"By the way, you must inform the church as soon as possible, 'ancient demons'... They are building 'lairs' underground!"

The three people who were running couldn't help but slow down a lot. They looked at each other's eyes with surprise. Dunn, who was running at the front, said:

"This doesn't seem like something that a blood worshiper should say."

"Aren't you and the 'Ancient Demon' together?"

After another cough, Neus still had that inexplicable smile, and closed his eyes tiredly.

"I turned away from the blood-worshiping religion and my family a long time ago."

"My real surname is Andrellard, now...is it a believer of the goddess?"

"Goddess? Wait!"

Leonard's voice was suddenly too loud, and he couldn't accept this statement for a while.

What a joke, he has never heard of that "devil" who believes in the goddess, doesn't it mean that the "criminal" pathway will destroy humanity when the Sequence Eight "cold-blooded"?

His brows knit together, and the back of his head touched News's forehead.

"If I guessed correctly, you should already be a Sequence Eight, right?"

Hmm...News opened his eyes a little, the smile still on the corner of his mouth.

"Don't you know the 'acting method'?"

"Although the potion will transform the Beyonder's body, it must be completely digested."

"Even after being promoted to 'cold-blooded', I haven't digested the potion much..."

This flawless logic blocked Leonard's words, he could only roll his eyes, and ran quickly again.

Anyway, he asked to be sent to the church himself. Even if it is a rare species among "devils", the archbishop and deacons will check it, so you don't have to worry about it yourself.

It's just... Leonard lowered his gaze, staring at the ground.

Where did these "ancient demons" come from?

......

"Interesting, the little guy from the 'mysterious' family actually discovered my 'laid'?"

In the hired carriages that could be seen everywhere in Backlund, Fabti gently flipped through the latest "Becklund Post", but his attention did not stop at the boring text edited by these humans.

The eyeballs connected to the procuratorial network deployed throughout the city were blood-red, and finally he was no longer topless, but put on a pure black formal suit with only a deep red tie. Fabti was expressionless, monitoring the city except for Church churches and all corners outside the royal palace.

The eyeballs hidden in the shadows slowly turned. Some of them were hanging from the ceiling of the office building, some were in the homes of ordinary people, some were facing the Holy Wind Cathedral, and one was even placed outside MI9. on the floor desk.

Fabuti, who was processing information from thousands of perspectives at the same time, slowly evoked a sneer, and the two specially marked pictures crossed other useless scenes and were picked up by the "Abyss Monarch" alone.

"Well...have to find a way to make this little girl meet the little guy from the 'secret' family."

Although she still doesn't understand what "Mystery" wants to do, but no matter how people control the source quality, as long as she wants to continue to fight against the pollution of the "mother tree of desire", she must play the role of "source". A good employee of the heir to the fort, meeting the demands of the boss.

"Unfortunately, the creator's red angel and the little girl ran to other places, otherwise Backlund would be more lively."

"Plague, starvation, death and...war."

Fabti gave a slightly displeased "tsk".

It is obviously a rare opportunity, but the one who can best represent "war" is absent. If the Red Angel can also join the chaos, her sacrifice might be even bigger.

Suddenly, a low voice resembling a dog barking interrupted Fabti's dream, who was "melancholy". On the side of her line of sight, an eyeball floating outside a luxury house in the Backlund Bridge area looked down. The fierce eyes scrutinized the big dog crawling on the ground, and the passers-by nearby ignored it.

"I should have said don't bother me before I started."

The giant demon dog crouched on the ground in fear, his deep voice rumbled.

"Your Majesty, those human Beyonders have recently strengthened the defense here."

"They may have spotted us."

Farbouti in the carriage made a "huh" sound.

"A believer of 'Storm', or a lackey of Augustus?"

The giant dog thought for a while and judged based on the clothes of those humans:

"They're all wearing black, it's supposed to be..."

After thinking about it for a long time, it still hasn't found the word "military" in its own thesaurus.

"Hehe, don't worry about it." Fabti's smile became more humane, cruelly evoking an arc.

"The 'Prince Execution' of Loen is very happy to see the gift we gave her."

"Continue to monitor there, the time is almost up."