Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"Emlyn White, greetings from the immortal ancestor Lilith."

"The great 'mysterious god'."

The arrogant vampire lowered his noble head in front of a greater existence, the eyes of the gods passed through the strange mist, no sorrow or joy...

Damn, this guy won't be hiding here... Klein looked up and down at Emlyn whose spiritual body was trembling. The spirit has been separated from the body for too long, and it has exceeded the tolerance limit of Little Sequence Seven.

In all fairness, based on Klein's rich experience of several spiritual body out-of-body, he can say in a very complicated way that this is a high-end operation that can easily kill him without protection. If it weren't for the gray fog to protect his spiritual body, and " "Mysterious" stare, he won't take advantage of the state of the spirit body to take advantage of the situation when he kills him.

This thing might kill you!

Keeping the confusion in his heart, Klein lowered his voice, preparing to respond first to Emlyn, who may return to the kingdom of Lilith at any time.

He recalled the details revealed in "Mystery"'s unpleasant tone just now, and deliberately said indifferently:

"Is this what Lilith means, or is it your own blood race?"

Emlyn, who was wandering in all directions, suddenly buzzed in his mind, and quickly responded:

"Of course it is the revelation of the first ancestor."

"He told us that the doomsday is coming, we must be prepared, and you are the one who holds the key to the doomsday, so I asked for the help of His Royal Highness the Marquis and Duke, and prayed to you."

I am the doomsday... No, "mystery" is the key to unlocking the doomsday?

Hearing the other party's unreserved and detailed response, Klein didn't know where to continue for a while. He thought about what Emlyn had revealed in the church before, and couldn't help but sigh.

Alas, if I deliberately exaggerated the horror of "secret" at that time, wouldn't he have asked the Duke of the Blood Race for help... I actually proposed this plan.

But after thinking about it, with the help of the gray fog, Klein looked past Emlyn again and turned to the lowest direction, only to see the "mysterious" phantom still sitting there, as if it didn't mean to disappear. .

Lilith's revelation... This ancient **** died in the second era, and the authority of the "moon" was also divided, divided by the goddess and gods such as the "primitive moon" and the "mother tree of desire". There was no absolute monopoly, and what was even more interesting was that "Mystery" did not deny Lilith's identity... Klein chewed on the name of this dead ancient **** and nodded silently.

"I am in the same rank as all the gods in the astral world. Why did your ancestors regard me as the key point of the end?"

He glanced at the "Crimson Moon" formed by the fast moving messy stars on the seat behind Emlyn, and threw another question.

Emlyn, who was already in a trance, shook for a while, his eyes flashed a little numbly, and then disappeared in an instant.

"I have no idea......"

However, he quickly asked for this daze, and before the "God of Mysteries" questioned, he tried his best to answer:

"But this is the revelation of the ancestor. He said that I will be the savior of the blood race, and praying to you will be the premise of everything."

Savior... Klein paused for a while before confirming that he heard the word correctly. He re-examined the serious-looking Emlyn, and looked at the other party's spiritual body that seemed to dissipate at any time, almost not laughing.

Lilith wanted the vampires to pray to "Mystery" to make sure that the state of this old friend might be true, but the savior is definitely a pretense for those marquis and dukes to deceive Emlyn.

One thing to say, it's a bit too much to bully the second dimension... Klein asked in a gentle tone:

"Then Mr. Savior, you have prayed to me now, what should you do next?"

This... In the face of the god's suddenly friendly question, Emlyn froze in place.

Looking at Emlyn whose brain was down, Klein slowly shook his head, imitating the usual routine of a magic stick, and said in a calm voice:

"I have a hunch that soon, this city will suffer from disaster."

"Different from the oracles of Lilith and the careful thoughts of the blood clan now, after understanding the damage caused by the disaster, perhaps that is the real opportunity for you to answer my question."

After speaking, Klein waved casually, Emlyn's spiritual body was instantly released, and under the impetus of majestic spirituality, he returned to his real body.

......

The ground floor of a mansion in the West District.

An illusory shadow blood vessel extended from the black coffin, wrapping around the surface of Emlyn's paler body, providing necessary nutrients.

Suddenly, the body protected by the shadow trembled slightly, and a thin layer of red light appeared from the silent black coffin. A line of sight cast from the darkness, staring at Emlyn's face, which was full of alertness.

The young man with thin cheeks and not masculine lines gradually frowned and opened his eyes.

......

"You didn't even bring him into your little party."

"Mystery" looked at Klein who was dealing with prayers, watching the embarrassed appearance of receiving sacrifices from "The Sun" and "The Hanged Man", and giving materials and gold pounds respectively, and joked with a smile.

"I'm not really the 'mysterious god'. Although it does look like the demigod of the blood race is faking Emlyn, what if Lilith is really behind him?"

Klein rolled his eyes at "mysterious", grasped the two materials in his hand that exuded a shimmer of spirituality, quickly checked the "faceless man" formula in his heart, and sighed.

It's still worse than "the characteristics of human skin shadows".

After returning Emlyn to reality just now, Klein dealt with the backlog of transaction requests. Unfortunately, Little Sun only got the mutant pituitary gland of the Thousand-faced Hunter. As for the characteristics of human skin shadows, this is in Silver City also seems to be a rare commodity, and there will be no clues for a while.

However, the "ancient demon" is about to move, and Prince Edsack needs to deal with it. Only after I am promoted to Sequence Six and gain the ability to disguise, will I have more room for manipulation... Klein counts the bronze long table. Mottled on the top, slowly relieved.

"Lilith?"

"Mystery"'s peaceful voice was slightly raised, as if she was in a good mood.

He chuckled softly, "If Lilith really wants to convey something, she will only use a more secretive way."

"He really doesn't know my specific state right now, so it's okay to establish contact with him."

That is to say, "Mystery" is going to take the initiative to take the initiative to tell me the truth in this matter?

"If he prays to me again, I'll pull him into the party." Klein thought about it, "but then why did you keep Emlyn outside for so long?"

Brush, "secret" eyes suddenly stared at him, staring straight at him like that, staring at his straight hair.

After a while, this emotionally unstable **** took the initiative to lighten his figure, his gaze disappeared, and he mentioned in a dreamy tone:

"You will soon encounter the characteristics of human skin shadows, so be prepared for promotion..."

......

dong dong dong!

Underground in the Backlund Bridge area, within the cement network connected by the sewer pipes, a silver armor stained with blood strode forward, dropped the "devil" corpse in his hand, and quickly got into the temporarily excavated bathtub. Inside.

Sost, who was standing aside, looked at the pocket watch, and after repeatedly confirming that the maximum time limit was not exceeded, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned to look at the "Necromancer" who was trying to channel the "devil" corpse, and lowered his voice:

"Did you find anything?"

Saying that, he quickly swept over the "devil" corpse that was split in the middle by a sharp blade and had a smooth wound, and his eyes became a little more dignified.

"No, no matter how hard you try, you can't get it out."

Closing the metal bottle cap, Daly stopped wasting the potion and shook her head.

This is already the third "ancient demon" they killed. After calling 1-42, although they almost avoided the possibility of the "devil" committing suicide and destroying the spiritual body, the curse buried deep in their spiritual body was still erased. All traces, no information can be obtained by divination or psychic.

"But at least we have proved that the 'ancient demon' has almost infiltrated the underground into a sieve," Daly's eyes pierced through the darkness and looked further away, "It's only been less than an hour since they started, and they have leaked so much. "

"The 'devil' hunted today is almost the same as last year, but the so-called lair doesn't seem to exist at all. There is no clue at all." Sost nodded in agreement, watching a team member get out of the hot tub Crawling out of the middle, the remaining few people quickly recovered the armor that revealed a strange beauty.

An intuitive Daly stared at the floating darkness, trying to see something out of it.

"But it's not normal, like, like..."

"It's like someone trying to drag our attention underground."

"Necromancer" closed his flashing green eyes, and his face without heavy makeup was turning pale.

"The spirit here is trembling, something is coming."

......

"He's here."

Opposite a luxury villa-type house built next to a glass flower house, the huge giant dog suddenly got up, and the awkward Roen language was conveyed to the surrounding "compatriots" through the ceremony under his feet.

For a time, several gazes from different directions all stared at the docked carriage, and at a gentleman with a bloated waist and gray-blue eyes.

He is the biggest power holder of the conservative faction in the Loen Kingdom, and is the current Duke of Negan, Pallas Negan.

The duke hugged his mistress who was facing him, and the two bodyguards behind him who were dressed in different clothes quickly followed, blocking the duke's sides.

One of them is a middle-aged man in a tuxedo, with brown hair, blue eyes and a rigid expression, who is the protector provided by the Church of the Storm; With a more restrained temperament, he is Duke Negan's secretary.

They watched the surroundings vigilantly, passing all possible dangers around them, but they didn't realize the maliciousness from the shadows themselves.

The giant dog in charge of the assassination operation was not very skilled in feeling the emotional fluctuations of several people. Through the eyeballs floating in the air, he saw through the walls of the mansion, and his line of sight followed the movement of the Duke and his group, and finally stopped on the second floor.

After a while, it felt the familiar rhythm of mating mammals.

Really two pieces of sweet fat... The giant dog was not very skilled in manipulating the duke's affection, the shadow under his feet suddenly turned into mud, and the huge body sank into it.

The "devils" who were also paying attention to this "show" opened their wrists one after another, and the red blood poured on the ritual position under their feet. The converging spirituality pushed the giant dog along the track of solidified shadows and swam to the luxurious villa. Attic.

The ferocious dog head silently emerged from the solidified shadow, cast his gaze from the ceiling, staring at the prey who was still immersed in joy, and the corners of his mouth twitched cruelly.

"die!"

The hoarse and thick "devil" words exploded on the ceiling, stirring up the already high desire, accelerating the primitive instinct of human beings, and the Duke's comfort also reached its limit.

boom!

The closed door was violently slammed open, and the "Wind Blessed" turned into a sharp sword under the strong wind, and the mistress who hadn't reacted with a frightened face flew away, and stroked the duke's eyes with his fingers. On the neck, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he summoned the gust of wind again, and several sharp wind blades swept upwards instantly.

The finely crafted ceiling was torn apart, and the shards of wood fell, and the second before touching the duke's mistress, it flowed back in a strange way, deviated from the distance, and smashed into other directions.

At the door that was broken open by the "Wind Blessed One", the secretary with neat blond hair stared at everything in the room indifferently, with his half-turned wrist facing the giant demon dog that landed steadily.

He looked at the "Wind Blessed One", and continued to turn his wrist. The gust of wind rushing towards the giant dog immediately seemed to have vitality, and the end-to-end connection formed a cage solidified by pure gale force, and the giant dog was framed in it. , temporarily separated from the Duke.

Taking this opportunity, the "Wind Blessed" who supported the duke quickly removed the conch necklace from his neck and brought it to the duke's mouth.

His vision was still sluggish, but the duke, whose consciousness returned a little bit, shuddered and caught the conch. Before the weak breath could blow the conch, another shadow, different from the giant dog, rose from the corner, and a sharp force forced the "Wind Blessed One" to stop. Without prompting the strong wind, he and the duke were taken away from the second floor together, and flew to the foot of the glass house by the wind. The conch also fell to the grass by the weak Duke Negan.

The viscous shadow twitched quickly, forming a concave and convex outline. The short-haired lady with a beautiful face but a dull look rolled her eyes, and together with the giant dog who had been "deviled" in the gust of wind, she stared at the blond secretary.

Boom!

Flames burned on the huge black wings, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com tore open the piercing wind wall, and under the urging of the giant demon dog, its scale-covered throat turned crimson, and a hot column of fire whistled towards the door of the room.

The sluggish lady took half a beat, her wings with relatively thin membranes fanned behind her, and a few sulphur fireballs blocked the four corners that the fire column couldn't cover, and slammed towards the blonde who jumped out, not forgetting to twist the space to avoid the explosion. youth.

"This is my prey..."

The scorching flames extinguished with the closing of the snout, completely "demon". The giant dog, which looked almost like a young dragon from the outside, swept in the direction behind him, staring at Duke Negan, who had not yet completely died, with a slight movement of inspiration. Looking back at the corridor opened by the explosion, there was a hint of cunning on the corner of his mouth.

The sluggish "Apostle of Desire" nodded silently, his eyes widened as he looked at the bloody, no longer beautiful girl curled up in the corner, her stiff face wrinkled as if struggling, and then she rushed towards the guard who was trying to fight with the Duke without hesitation. The confluent "Wind Blessed Ones".

The black wings lit up with light blue flames, and the "Desire Apostle" who was completely "demon" in mid-air roared. The "Demon" who was waiting nearby should be summoned and rushed towards the Duke whose life was about to come to an end.

In the almost overwhelming massacre, someone triggered by someone unknown, a low sound of water swept out abruptly, echoing the bell of the Cathedral of the Holy Wind.

On the grass full of the pungent smell of sulphur, the lady "Apostle of Desire", whose sharp claws were piercing through Duke Negan's fat neck, stared blankly at the sky, her dull eyes finally regained clarity, and she could see the bright light. Silver followed by a gust of wind.

The next second, thunder comes from the day!