Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 112

"Because, I am even more, the true creator!"

Following the almost babbling declaration, the shadows in the entire corridor instantly boiled, and under Lanvus' linen shirt, the ligated sarcomas shrunk and expanded, squirming like snakes.

Looking down at the several "Night Watchers" who started their own actions under the stairs, Lan Erwus's mouth was even more sarcastic. He suddenly tore off the shirt on his chest. On the red skin, a grim hanging figure was formed.

At this moment, just judging from his breath, he is the true creator!

He is the true God!

"Crimson!" In the face of such a situation, Krestai, who held the bone sword tightly, stabbed it into the ground without hesitation, and the lightless darkness expanded again, and the speed and area of ​​the spread was far greater than the scope of the real Creator's breath radiation. wide.

Before this mortal disaster, he chose to take a gamble and chose to believe in the mysterious man who had the same aura as the holy sword in his hand and shot just now!

In the absolute domain, the silky thread slid across the sky with the sound of breaking the air, and quickly intertwined into a net. Dunn, who had a few lumps of sarcoma on his waist, bent slightly, the shadow that enveloped him was extremely thin, and only part of it was done. On the camouflaged face, sharp fangs and vertical needle-like pupils reflected a strange light.

Without reservation, he directly released the strongest ability that he could drive in the "darkness".

"This is a peaceful and pure land."

"This is holy heaven."

The two "Requiem Masters" holding the Sealed Artifacts sang loudly, and Clement, who held the silver mirror in his hand, raised his hands high, and on the blurred silver mirror, a thick shadow made a cross notch domineeringly, a majestic mighty force. Impacting the mirror image, this Sealed Artifact shivered.

Lanvus, who was standing high, still had his hands open, and his whole person was like a cross. Even if the silk thread was continuously beaten and pierced, even if the quiet singing turned into a sharp sword and went into battle in the spiritual realm, he still looked like that contempt. Everything is arrogant and safe.

Seeing this, Crestai, who gritted his teeth, suddenly exerted strength in his arms, and the bone sword covered with pure white slashed out.

The pale white light mixed with the aura of destruction is mighty, severing all obstacles on the path, and it seems that the next moment will continue to move forward, splitting Lanvus in half.

"Ah."

Faced with such a desperate situation, the curvature of Lan Erwusi's mouth became more and more crazy, and the hanging figure still bound to his chest swelled instantly, the blood-red flesh and the shadow intertwined and rose from the ground, like an upside-down banyan tree. , obscuring the sky and the sun, intertwined.

boom!

Between the electric light and flint, the pale light collided with the illusory figure, the viscous silk thread divided the space, and the peaceful poem resounded through the darkness.

Huge energy erupted at the intersection of light and darkness, and pure spirituality exploded in an instant. The huge air wave raised flew the four "Night Watchers" who insisted on fighting, and the colorless shock waves shattered the wall. This column, The long staircase collapsed along with the dust in the sky. Lan Erwus, who was standing in the middle of the huge shadow, fell to the first floor under the influence of gravity.

"Clement, Bell!" The bone sword in Crestai's hand was deeply inserted into the ground again, and several spiritual bodies rushed out from behind him, obeying the master's wishes, opened his arms, and wrapped the already lost in the impact. The two night watchmen of consciousness.

Amid the dust in the sky, Crestai Cesima was in ragged clothes, red blood running down her cheeks, her azure eyes were dyed pale red, and her short golden hair was dull and tinged with a little erythema.

Clap clap clap clap!

Suddenly, a crisp applause sounded again, and in the flying dust and the thick darkness, the **** Lanerwusi walked out, the corner of his mouth was still the iconic sarcasm.

Krestai, who was kneeling on one knee, struggled constantly, his hands on the hilt of the sword trembling, even though the blood continued to pour from the corners of his mouth, the strong night watchman did not stand up again.

Lan Erwus, who was still applauding, looked down at him, stood a long way away, bowed deeply provocatively, and his tone was ridiculed.

"Thank you, the great 'Sword of the Goddess', for saving an innocent soul from the true creator."

After he finished speaking, he stood up straight and stepped back into the shadow behind him, but his voice was still clear.

"Actually, I always wanted to escape from them. These brainless lunatics have been enslaving me and want to use me as a container."

"But they probably didn't expect that even if the strict surveillance destroyed my escape plan again and again, the last time, the last time I actually met your informant, hahaha, he really reported my situation to the church, I Thank you, thank you very much."

"Bastard!" Crested, who had stubby black hair growing on his cheeks, trembled all over, his anger kept hitting his sanity, and asked him to pursue the voice that had been lingering in his ears.

Unfortunately, the voice was getting farther and farther away, but it was still difficult for him to get up.

Lan Erwusi stood on the edge of the brick red building that had collapsed more than half, behind the open sewer entrance, he finally bowed deeply and his voice was low.

"Finally, good luck, good sir."

The cold wind was still blowing, and on the towering bell tower of the East Balam dock, a clown with a happy smile held a mask in his hand, and the corners of his dark blue clothes rattled, standing alone under the night sky.

He stared at the small brick red building that was constantly flickering with light and shadow in the window not far away, like a sculpture, and he never took his eyes off for a second.

In the darkness, he could only rely on this method to judge the process of the battle, trying to witness the final outcome of the enemy.

At this moment, an unprecedented light flashed, followed by unprecedented darkness.

The street lights near that area went out all at once without exception!

bang!

The cane that was dyed all black slipped from his hand, and the clown who was holding the mask staggered back two steps, unable to help shivering, and his legs were weak.

Klein was very sure that for a moment just now, a very strong aura of the true creator flashed there!

That was the breath that once shattered half of the Tingen Nighthawks squad!

That was the terrifying aura that Klein could not face directly!

Suddenly, this evil darkness disappeared in an instant, and the tranquility of the night returned to reality.

Disappeared, the attack and hedging just now destroyed the breath of the true creator?

He crouched down, trembling, and picked up the cane that had fallen on the steel platform.

In order to prove the enemy's life and death, Klein just grabbed the cane, and then got up eagerly, looked up, and glanced at it, he happened to catch a glimpse of a black spot leaving the nearly half-collapsed small building and got into the ground.

There is no doubt that this is definitely a member of the Aurora Society, and it is very likely that it is Lanervus!

The smiling clown was so excited that his limbs were stiff and he couldn't take care of himself, but he still followed his reason and prepared to lower his pendulum to perform divination.

"Don't worry, he has lost the power of the Hanged Man, here's your chance."

The "mysterious" peaceful voice suddenly sounded, and a message suddenly appeared in Klein's mind.

In the illusory picture, the shirtless Lanervus was running, surrounded by ditches with sewage, dark and dirty passages, and rusted metal pipes.

This is the sewer, Lanvus is in the sewer now!

"Captain, this is the first step in my revenge for you." Klein stroked the clown mask on his face again. His voice was ethereal and his eyes were blank.

As if he didn't see the high sky ahead without railings, step by step, he walked towards the end firmly.

In the night sky, the figure of the clown fell from the clock tower.

During the high-speed fall, he still maintained his original posture, which made people worry about whether he would fall to the ground like this.

However, this scene did not happen. He only fell halfway, and the bright flames lit up in the night sky and reported his body.

On the path leading from the bell tower to the distance, splendid sparks bloomed one after another, and when viewed from a high altitude, a perfect arc was drawn.

This is the joker's smile.

The collapsed rubble was like a fallen giant, lying quietly on the ground without making a sound.

The brick-red building that served as the battlefield has been dilapidated, and this scene is everywhere. The red moon is still blocked by the clouds, and the shadows continue to dominate the land.

In the shadows farther away, in a corner near the entrance of the sewer, there was a surge in the darkness, and Dunn, whose half of his face was stained with blood, limped out of it, embarrassed.

"If it weren't for the characteristics of a 'hermit', I would have been buried alive under the ruins." He looked deeply at the other half of the brick building that was still standing strong on the ground behind him, and then jumped down and jumped in. In an open sewer entrance.

The battle is not over yet, the murderer who is full of evil is still at large, and he must continue to pursue.

Whether it's the blue butterfly that appeared on the Aurora Society's messenger, or the real creator's breath that may remain, this will not be the reason to stop him~www.mtlnovel.com~ The resurrected Dunn Smith will not back down, The companions who exist in his Beyonder characteristics also do not allow him to back down.

After this adventure, he felt much younger, as if he had returned to his youth.

In the dream of "Nightmare", the figure of the companion still exists.

"Klein, this will be the first step in our revenge."

Deep in the labyrinth-like sewer, Lanvus ran, jumped, and turned flexibly, and seemed to be very familiar with everything here.

I don't know when, he has returned to the appearance that Klein had seen on the wanted notice at first, but there is still a tinge of crimson on his chest, it seems that the influence of the true creator on him has completely dissipated.

"Unfortunately, those Nighthawks are still too fragile. If the 'Sword of the Goddess' still has the power to resist, I may not even leave the last bit of His influence on me."

Suddenly, Lan Erwusi stopped in a trance, his body exaggerated and twisted, he turned back, and invisible air bullets flew past his cheeks, wiping bloodstains.

Then, as if he had foreseen the future, the muscles in his legs were tense, and he jumped back suddenly, pulling the distance.

boom!

A metal chain blade broke through the air, and the deep flame attached to the sharp blade was hot and scorched on the ground.

"It turned out to be you, it turned out to be you!" Lan Erwusi with a dignified face suddenly laughed, gradually laughing wildly, pointing his right hand to the darkness ahead, trembling.

In the shadows, a dark blue figure step by step, the chain blade in his hand is blazing.

On his face, the bright oil paint is thick and messy, and a touch of bright red is extremely conspicuous.

It was a smile, a clown's smile.

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