Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

In the early morning, the sky is slightly bright, and the corner alley is mostly quiet and dark.

With the help of "Desire to Walk", Klein blended into the shadows and walked quickly, only to feel that the surroundings were gray, black and transparent, the reality was blurred, and it was filled with muttering words from far away from the center of the earth.

These obscure and incomprehensible languages ​​are like a thorn, constantly infesting Klein's nerves, as if a behemoth is crawling beside him, telling him the legacy from ancient times.

Klein listened to the incomprehensible language and turned his head slightly.

The blessing of Antigonus suppresses the influence of the Beyonder characteristics in "Desire to Walk", that is, the spiritual imprint of the "Apostle of Desire"... Where did these babblings come from?

Could it be that Beyonder characteristics can still feed back the influence from the top of the sequence after being made into a weapon, like the ravings heard when Beyonders are promoted and are at the premonition of losing control?

The ancient chaotic sound in his head became more and more harsh, Klein frowned, and decisively escaped from the shadow state.

The gentleman in black distinguished the direction, pressed the top hat with his palm, and walked into another street.

On the broad Haiphong road, carriages with patterns of storms and waves galloped past.

......

In the alley where the battle had just happened, Cordova Royer, the captain of the Punisher Squad in the Rhosid Islands, looked at the mess and his face was ugly.

Looking at the team members who inspected the scene, Cordova, the deacon, restrained his emotions and asked in a deep voice:

"Intis people?"

This is the most important thing for him, for this diocese, and for the entire colonial government.

The "Knower" who was responsible for restoring the clues shook his head and said nothing in a hurry. He stared at the slush and ashes in his hands for a while before confirming:

"It's hard to confirm, there are too many kinds of Beyonder abilities left here, and the span is very large, from the 'sun' and 'hunter' mastered by Intis to the 'devil' and 'psychiatrist', it is difficult to determine which force it is. made."

Observing the deacon's face, the "Knower" paused and said carefully:

"After all, we have to consider the existence of sealed objects, as well as medium and high-quality spells."

As he said that, he glanced sideways at the few charred corpses on the ground that could not be seen clearly, nodded, and refrained from words that were not suitable for this occasion.

Cordova nodded slightly. Although his subordinates did not finish speaking, he was very clear that there are many ways for pirates to master extraordinary abilities at sea, and many of them have deep or shallow connections with the government or secret organizations. From this point of view alone , it is difficult to characterize the incident as an infiltration and terrorist attack by a foreign power, but more like a revenge conflict between pirates.

After all, although there are few pirates with multiple ways to mobilize, they are not absent, at least the so-called four kings and seven generals have such strength.

And from the preliminary judgment of the autopsy, this conflict involved "Steel" McVeity, the second deputy of "Admiral Blood", and even he himself was lying on the ground.

The recent attitude of the kingdom and the church is to try to be as stable as possible, not to expand the impact of a vague incident... In an instant, Cordova set the tone for the scene.

"The 'Admiral of Blood' had a conflict with unknown pirates. They must have been for the Death God documents."

"These bastards, I will report it to the archbishop immediately. Now we block this place and don't allow anyone to approach. If any natives behave abnormally, shoot them!"

Cordova waved his arm very boldly, arousing faint excited responses from all the punishers.

The natives and the "Sea God" church are too rampant, this is a good opportunity to attack them... Seeing the subordinates moving, Cordova nodded in satisfaction.

......

The Land Abandoned by God, a temporary camp established by the City of Silver.

The bonfire burning the wood piles made a crackling noise, and the chief of Silver City, Colin Iliad, stood on the edge of the camp, looking across the darkness to watch the compatriots resting around the bonfire.

After watching for a while, the silver-haired old man turned around and said:

"Do you have any idea?"

Derrick, who had been preparing for a long time, moved his throat. Just as he was about to speak, his expression suddenly became strange, and he suddenly fell into silence.

"What's wrong?" Colin's voice was low.

Derrick, who had an embarrassed expression, instinctively shook his head.

It has been a whole day since the Tarot Club ended. Chief Colin did not know his contact information with Mr. Fool. He just believed that Derrick needed to hold a ceremony to obtain the revelation of that existence according to his common sense, so he deliberately There was a day of delay for the reason of lack of preparation, and Derrick was very considerate to arrange daily patrols by himself, so as to create opportunities for this inexperienced teenager as much as possible.

But, but what should I tell the chief... Derrick bit his lip, and suddenly realized that although he had prepared for a long time and straightened out the proposal he heard at the Tarot meeting, he didn't want to whitewash it at all.

I can't just confess that this is what someone else told me...Mr. "The Hanged Man" said that sometimes tacitly pretending to be confused is the safest way to communicate secrets...Young Derrick did not understand the specific meaning of this sentence, but in the face of the subtle expectations in the chief's eyes, he still said with difficulty:

"I think that the ruins of the city-state are likely to preserve a characteristic or sealed item corresponding to the Sequence Four of the 'Divinator'."

"The Sequence Four of the 'Fortuneteller'?" Colin frowned slightly.

"Yes." Derrick nodded hurriedly, and methodically recounted the information shared by Mr. World.

Finally, he observed the thinking chief and added deliberately:

"And the starlight emitted by the lamphouse in the ruins is likely to be the use of that characteristic or sealed item to the spiritual world. Although the spiritual world has been sealed off, but..."

Derrick, who noticed that what he said was a bit blatant, stopped for a while, and then continued:

"But... I read in an ancient book before that although the spiritual world has been blocked, many extraordinary abilities that rely on the special realization of the spiritual world can still be used normally. Four should be the same."

"If we can find a way to isolate the connection between the spiritual world and the sealed object made by the 'worm of time' in your hand, we may be able to avoid the occurrence of the mutation."

Starlight... Colin caught this familiar and unfamiliar word and nodded slowly.

In the City of Silver, where there is only darkness and lightning, the starlight is like the sun and the moon. It is a description that only exists in mythology. Which existence actually said that?

Chewing on Derrick's "clue" Colin couldn't help but feel a little lost.

Over the years, the City of Silver has come into contact with many unidentified beings, but there has never been such a good-tempered being like this suspected "mysterious god" who is willing to share such detailed knowledge with believers.

"I see, I will find a way to tell this to the other members."

Colin looked at Derrick and nodded. At the same time, he turned and walked towards the bonfire. His eyes kept falling in one direction, on a figure with long silver and gray hair.

Although the existence of the suspected "mysterious god" gave a lot of hints, but because it was too specific, Colin only felt uneasy in his heart.

It's so kind, so kind that he can't believe it easily... It doesn't match his impression of a high-ranking existence, so he plans to listen to the "true creator" again.

Although it is dangerous to walk a tightrope, this is the creed that all the chiefs of the City of Silver have adhered to, and so is he.

......

No. 48 Sour Lemon Street, inside the "Blue Wind" hotel.

Danitz, who was wearing a thick jacket and wide-leg trousers, gently pushed the door, his head in a peaked cap looked left and right between the cracks of the door, his eyes gradually moved up, and he was sitting on a wooden chair with his legs folded. The cold eyes of the adventurer, embarrassedly pulled out a smile.

"I have already handed the body over to professionals, and it will take about two days for the bounty to come down."

He squeezed into the room sideways, looked at the wooden chair under Gehrman, and then at the soft sofa. Against his will, he sat on the chair by the dining table, far away from Gehrman, who was sitting casually.

"You can rest assured that those guys don't dare to mess with me... Our captain, there will be no commission."

Taking a cut... Klein had a little understanding, but he nodded calmly on the surface.

He didn't bother about this topic, and took off the "creeping hunger" in front of Danitz.

The human leather gloves with a satisfied stomach lay quietly on the table, the black disguised on the surface slowly faded away, revealing the original flesh color, Danitz thought that he was secretly glancing at the glove that was more famous than himself, and his sitting posture was even more serious. Correct.

Danitz did not lack understanding of how powerful "Lieutenant General Hurricane" was at his peak, and Gehrman's strength was at least several times that of Qilingus, although he didn't want to admit it, but Danitz subconsciously Gehrman's strength has been ranked above his own captain.

He swallowed and said carefully:

"We killed the second officer of 'Admiral Blood', what should we do next?"

"The point of contact has been removed, and I can't contact the captain for a short time."

In fact, he can be contacted. The core crew of the "Golden Dream" have been taught a kind of secretary, and this ritual magic is enough to contact any place in the radiation waters of the Rhosid Islands.

Can't contact Lieutenant General Iceberg?

Klein's expression remained unchanged, and he only raised his eyebrows in his heart.

Does Danitz think he is a fool or I am a fool, a pirate general who has only one point of contact in Bayam?

Besides, isn't it that you go to the contact point just to send a telegram? Even if the contact point is gone, why don't you just find another telegram?

Klein suppressed the various complaints in his heart and said indifferently:

"Can you use telegrams?"

Danitz was stunned for a moment, and answered honestly:

"meeting."

After carefully scanning Danitz's eyes, Klein suddenly stood up and looked at Danitz, whose body was suddenly tense and leaned back. He didn't notice:

"Go and write a notice that 'Flame' killed McViti, and find a way to throw it at the door of the Church of the Storm."

What to write... Danitz listened to Gehrman's order, his eyes widened, and after a while, he realized that he heard correctly.

Shit, I took the initiative to go to the Church of the Storm and still this kind of thing, isn't this a blatant provocation?

Those reckless men will definitely catch me up and throw me to the ground!

He instinctively wanted to refute, but despite Gehrman's cold and dull gaze, he still twisted an ugly smile.

"How to do it?"

How to do it? Of course, you put on makeup and threw it at the door and ran away without reporting it?

Klein frowned slightly, and just as he was about to answer, he remembered the indescribable disguise level of "Riyan", and said:

"You can find someone."

After speaking, he walked neatly into his room, locked the door silently, and laid down a wall of spiritual bodies.

Although he has the confidence to deter Danitz from disobeying his orders, nothing is absolute.

After doing all this, Klein went backwards four times and came to the top of the gray fog.

In front of the long bronze table, he waved lightly, and a black iron badge with sporadic brilliance flew from behind him.

This is the badge for communication that Mr. A gave him.

Although the telegraph is not a controlled product, whether it is at sea or on the mainland, it is a relatively difficult machine to obtain, and the price is not cheap... Klein sighed slightly, looked at the badge in his hand, and tried Infused with spirituality.

Although the ultimate contact distance of this badge only covers Backlund, he can try to use the personality of Gray Mist to raise the power in the badge and contact Mr. A from here.

I don't know what will happen to the aurora after the smog. I heard that they sheltered a large number of residents in the East District. Maybe I can take this opportunity to ask...

A dense gray fog entangled in Klein's right hand, and along with his spirituality, it poured into the black iron badge. The luster attached to the badge's surface exploded in an instant, and the entire hexagonal iron sheet let out a moan, and the black gas generated by the explosion exploded. Under the suppression of the gray fog, it reorganized into a shadowy air mass, like a floating curtain, revealing a hazy human figure hidden behind the curtain.

Backlund, Mr. A, who was praying, suddenly widened his eyes, stood up trembling all over, his head slightly lowered.

Facing the shadow that spread without authorization under his feet, the flesh on his arm was dissolving, and drops of blood mixed with flesh were poured on the restless shadow, forming an abstract picture filled with gray and white.

"Your Excellency the elector."

Hearing the undisguised excitement and fear in the voice coming from the black air mass, Klein twitched the corners of his mouth, raised the air of a "voter", and said rudely:

"I have come to sea."

Mr. A on the other side of the black gas immediately replied:

"The sea is the area in charge of K. He is a 'shepherd' just like me. If you need it, I will contact him immediately."

K, another twenty-two gods, I don't know what character this is, but information about the "Admiral of Blood" and that document can be obtained from him...

As a believer of the "True Creator", one of the most convenient things is that you don't have to consider the existence of hypocrites like when facing other believers of gods. After all, the Sequence Eight "Listeners" of "Secret Prayer" basically cut off this kind of Possibly, all believers who have prayed like the true creator will become absolute fanatical converts, which also means that even in K, who has never met, Klein can call himself a voter without caring.

Klein took the information that he didn't want money without a trace, and tapped the table with his finger.

"Not for now, but you can give me the way to contact him."

Without waiting for Mr. A to respond, he continued:

"I need a telegraph, as well as the movements of the Aurora Society after the smog, and the attitude of the kingdom."

"How should I give it to you?"

After a few seconds of silence, Mr. A's voice came again.

Looking at the gray fog that filled the magnificent hall, Klein's fingertips were heavier.

"Recite the name of my lord and make sacrifices."

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I'm sorry that I was disconnected for so many days before. The school has a lot of things. I moved to a new dormitory and there is no Internet. I used the leftovers from the previous dormitory, so I couldn't connect to the computer (the computer was connected to the next door, and the air conditioner went off in the middle of the night.) , I don’t know how to get over the 30-degree sky).

Anyway, sorry.

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