Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"Tell me everything you know about Bansi."

Watching the first officer walk out of the guest room in worry, Klein's gaze was like a sword, stabbing Danitz in shock.

Danitz, who suddenly pulled away from worry, shook his head and slumped back onto the chair.

"Bansi is a relatively old colonial island. There have always been rumors of various local bizarre heresy at sea, but these rumors have become more and more outrageous recently, so outrageous that this land is almost turning into a curse in people's mouths. place."

"Before Loen's colonial army landed, the natives here believed in a primitive **** called the 'God of Weather', and Loen held the dominance over the island. After the Church of Storms built the church, it seems that this **** is not completely After the fall, the indigenous people still believe in the existence of gods and frequently hold blood sacrifices."

Danitz looked at the outline in the distance, the island surrounded by the storm, and his nose twitched.

"As for recently... just like the Varyag the guy said just now, the immortal 'weather god' may have come alive, and now the whole island is covered with a strange curse, our captain Guess that this curse may be for all outsiders, a curse of vengeance, just to make all the sinners who try to get their hands on the island pay for it with blood."

"Lieutenant General Iceberg" actually said that?

Klein's brows jumped imperceptibly, and the gold coins from his palm danced at his fingertips.

Seeing this scene, Danitz took a deep breath.

"I'm not lying. Our captain is good at reasoning based on clues. Her reasoning has not gone wrong so far. That island is absolutely evil."

Papa... Klein suddenly stopped divination, took a deep look at Danitz, and immediately got up and walked to the bathroom.

Before closing the door, he turned around as if remembering something:

"Take this opportunity, you can write a suicide note first."

After speaking, Klein slammed the bathroom door shut.

Danitz stared blankly at the closed wooden door with his mouth wide open, his legs trembling slightly.

What do you mean, why did this guy suddenly ask me to write a suicide note?

I shouldn't have disobeyed his will these days, and I have given all the information that I should have given!

For a moment, Danitz was in a panic and almost made a difficult choice between swinging a knife at Gehrman and escaping immediately.

But soon he calmed down, thinking that the warning meant more than a threat, and that lunatic might really be aware of the approach of some danger.

Damn, on this ship, it seems that I can only write a suicide note... Silently, the desperate Danitz touched the pen and paper on the table.

In the bathroom, with the help of a paper figurine to disguise himself, Klein, who had boarded the gray fog, sat quietly on the toilet, and his consciousness had already reached the head of the long bronze table.

As soon as he got on the gray fog, he saw that "Mystery" had just cut off the connection with a certain crimson star, and a figure disappeared without a trace on the side of the long table.

Klein was not in the mood to gossip, instead he took off the spiritual pendulum on his left wrist, and immediately said:

"The people on this ship who spy on me."

The citrine turned sharply, and the "Mystery", who was at the top, watched this scene, raised his arm silently, and his entire field of vision suddenly rose.

The illusory divination picture was extracted by the majestic spirituality, mixed with gray and white, and a holographic projection of the North Wind was constructed in the giant hall.

Klein's line of sight quickly discerned in the projection, and finally stopped on two dazzling light spots that were very close to each other, one was crimson and hot, the other was pale purple and tranquil.

The demigod of the "Hunter" pathway, and... a demigod of the "Spyder" pathway who feels a lot like Edmund Jason?

While Klein was thinking, a sigh suddenly came from his ear. "Mystery" stared at the spot of light, showing nostalgia.

"Bernadette."

Following His words, the spot of light was instantly restored to its original appearance. A woman with long chestnut hair and supple hair was sitting at the table, and beside her, there was a young man accompanying her. She was not alone.

"Medicine!"

Klein stared at the handsome face that was no longer pale, smelling the conspiracy.

"Even if he has fallen and lost his uniqueness, the appearance of Medici still means that cholera is about to come to the world," "Mystery"'s eyes stayed on the thoughtful face for a long time, "His goal should be It is the blood of his own descendants."

"There may also be Sirte, the demigod you met."

"But what does this have to do with Bansey? Why does Medici take Bansey as his hunting ground?" Klein frowned.

Although he couldn't figure out why Roselle's daughter came together with the Red Angel, he knew very well that the strangeness in Bansi's rumors was definitely not groundless.

"Mystery" glanced at him, and his indifferent face sank a bit.

"Banxi was called Binxi in ancient times. In the age of the creator, this border island has been a frequent visitor to the documents of the kingdom of God, and it is inextricably linked with the 'Red Priest' pathway."

"In a sense, its level of danger is comparable to that of Sefirah Castle."

......

The door lock slammed softly. Danitz, who was holding a piece of paper and mumbling, raised his head in a panic. He saw Gehrman Sparrow walking out of the bathroom. I wonder if it was an illusion. like dead.

"I have written the suicide note." Danitz swallowed.

With a frosty face, Klein glanced at the thin piece of paper, and his mind was still peeping at the last thing Kojima saw with the help of the "mysterious" personality.

"Try not to get off the boat," he said in a much softer voice, but when Danitz heard it, he felt a sense of suppressed anger, "If you still want to send this suicide note intact."

Who provoked this lunatic?

This was Danitz's first thought. He glanced tremblingly at the half-closed door of the bathroom, and suddenly felt that he was stupid.

How could there be someone in the bathroom!

It's impossible for me to go down and take the initiative to board the island. It's not that I'm out of my mind... Just when he put away his suicide note and wanted to pray to the storm, the door of the room suddenly made a loud noise.

The closed door was kicked open, and a familiar black figure stood under the door frame, sneering and swept over the two people in the room.

The man in black first glared at Gehrman threateningly, then sneered when he glanced at Danitz.

"Ouch!"

He pointed behind him, and the flames in his palm were fierce.

"All rolled into the corridor, everyone is now on the deck, this is the order of the marshal."

Looking past the "Hunter", Klein saw the passengers behind him who were threatened one by one by Captain Compaore, many of whom were women and children.

Danitz stared at the adventurer whose eyes were gradually terrifying with worry, and silently prayed that this lunatic would not get winded at this time.

Suddenly, Gehrman's thin and stern face slowly evoked a stiff arc.

The adventurer bowed politely and said:

"No problem at all."

Having said that, he walked out of the room and joined the long queue, and Danitz followed closely.

On the way through the corridor, he noticed that Gehrman glanced imperceptibly at the half-open luxury guest room, which was empty.

......

"Are you sure your descendants are on this island?"

On the edge of Bansi, Bernadette, who was leaning against the turbulent waves, stared at the island wrapped in messy colors with a serious expression.

I don't know when, there is no trace of leisure on Medici's face. Complex emotions are brewing in the red eyes, reflecting the depths of the island, and the blood-red hair is dancing with the wind, like a fire.

"Sure and sure..."

He looked at Bernadette, "Have you collected the spiritual bodies of those two guys?"

Bernadette knew that he was referring to Sauron and Einhorn, and nodded slightly.

"Well done, but you better put those two guys together with your magic lamp, and if something goes wrong, show me the ugly faces of those two guys, I promise, and I absolutely will Send you to be with them both."

Against this invisible pressure, Bernadette summoned a half-human, half-wind figure with a blank face, and adjusted the seal configuration.

After doing all this, she looked at Medici again.

"Then you should also tell me what happened here, we are equal..."

"Little princess..." Medici interrupted her words, and summoned the black armor with blood stains from the void. The corners of his mouth pouted, not knowing whether it was a mockery of Bernadette or himself.

"You're not even an angel, where is the equality between you and me?"

"After being a 'spymaster' for so long, you should know that some things are poisonous, you can't smell it, you can't know it, and you can't see it."

The red angel with dark wings spread out from behind rarely showed sympathy, looking at the phantom of the giant dragon hidden in the mountain, tortured by snakes and flames, and said in a vicissitudes of life:

"I appreciate your feelings for your father. I can have a little more fun in your life. Believe it or not, I hope our covenant can last longer."

"In this **** world, loyalty..." The Red Angel snorted, "It's too precious."

......

On the deck of the North Wind, Sirte looked at the seemingly normal Bansi town and asked in his local psychic network:

"Is everyone here?"

Deputy John bowed slightly, "Marshal, no one was found except for the luxurious guest room, everyone is here."

Surte nodded, instead of scolding his subordinates for their dereliction of duty as before, his eyes silently followed the figure on the island wearing a cloak and carrying a lantern, watching him move forward with difficulty, and frowning at the empty head under the cloak. .

"Take all the passengers ashore and let them go to the top of the mountain, not one of them is missing."

Behind him, wailing and whining came one after another, but after waves of swearing and arrogant flames, all opposing voices disappeared.

Klein looked at the man on the deck who had his arm cut off by the flames and was crying bitterly. For the first time, he thought of letting his emotions be controlled by anger.

He didn't even notice that the "substitute" on his right hand lit up, as if he had sensed something.

......

Off the coast of Banxi, the chaotic storm is stirring up the reality and the spiritual world. The powerful force and domineering twist the reality and the illusory together, and there is a faint trend of tearing this space to stand on its own.

In such chaos, a dazzling ray of starlight came from the east. It was like a duck to water in an environment where order failed, and it easily squeezed into the space destroyed by twisted spirituality.

This starlight carved out an area in the spiritual world and landed on this "reef" he made himself, ignoring the "storm" around him.

Tristan, who was slowly outlined by the black windbreaker in the collision between the transparent insects and the starlight, looked at the upside-down island leaning on the terrifying phantom, his eyes solemn.

Beside him, a figure walked out of the darkness under his feet, looking at the extremely chaotic environment around him with slightly dull eyes, frowning slightly.

"Eve, I'm sorry to put you at such a risk in the first place."

Tristan closed his dazzled eyes, took out a pure and clear spherical crystal under the gaze of the lady beside him, and stroked the surface with his palm.

In the gloomy blackness, he glimpsed a dragon with a broken neck, a crimson meteor, a sage of self-doubt, a chariot swallowed by greed, and a pair of cold and ruthless golden vertical pupils.

All of this is very clear, only two pictures are blocked by gunpowder smoke and gray fog, and only the gray and white scene can faintly see an isolated human figure.

After finishing the divination, Tristan flipped his palm, the clear crystal ball disappeared instantly, and opened his tightly closed eyes.

He felt the familiar fear, which was the unprovoked panic when he faced the Tudor Empire army when he first became a demigod in the Fourth Epoch.

After taking a few deep breaths, the bright stars on Tristan's body rose again, and together with Evelyn, they threw them towards the upside-down island.

......

"This time it's really over. Fortunately, you let me write a suicide note in advance." Danitz put on an ugly smile, trying not to let himself cry.

He and Klein walked at the end of the team, and were watched by three "hunters", and the scorching flames were pressing against their backs.

Klein glanced at the child who was infected by Danitz's despair, tears could not stop overflowing from his eyes, his stern face was gloomy.

Soult left only one entourage with the original sailors of the North Wind to guard the ship, and ordered most of his subordinates to **** the unarmed passengers to climb the mountain, while he himself disappeared without a trace, and he did not know where he went.

Klein thoughtfully glanced at the deputy who was walking on the left side of the team, the man in black named John, with his right hand dangling slightly by his side, turning the gold coins flexibly with his fingertips.

Suddenly, UU reading www. uukanshu. Com was forced by Compaore to follow the passengers up the mountain when the first officer heard a retching sound, and quickly looked to the left, only to see a fat passenger strangling his neck desperately, vomiting non-stop, as if he was about to retire. Spit out the guts.

"Sir, what's the matter with you?"

Seeing that the man in black and Kong Pole didn't care about him, he hurried up and patted the man on the back to help, but found that the man's wrist was holding him very strongly, and the bloodshot eyes were filled with blood. Fear of the unknown.

Klein, who was on the move, watched this scene and spat out an ancient Hermes word without warning.

"Light."

A scorching fire of light descended from the sky, mercilessly bombarded every man in black, precisely avoiding the nearby passengers.

Klein held up his golden-stained left hand, and his right hand gave up the control of the obese passenger's spiritual body line, while wiping it on his waist, he resolutely ignited himself.

Boom!

Along with the silvery whiteness and the coldness, the thunderstorm broke the calm, and the majestic rain fell from the sky.

John, who had just gotten rid of the harassment of the fire of light, had a grim face, and his sinister eyes were inevitably shaken by fear after the silvery white flashed.

In the dense rain, a stream of orange-red flames burned stubbornly, and the white adventurer whose face was illuminated by lightning came silently, holding a long blade from the sky to draw a sword to the stronger.

Tonight, Gehrman started hunting.

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This opening should be handsome, I think it should be enough for Gehrman's debut.

I'm sorry it's late today, because I wanted to make the opening a big fight, so it took me a bit of effort, I'm sorry.

Finally, I still ask for a recommendation and a monthly pass, please!