Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 124

"It has been an honor to serve you, Your Excellency the Voter?"

In the shadow, Mr. A bowed deeply, and the dark red robe was as bright as blood under the moonlight.

Voter... Klein snorted in his heart, and probably figured out his position among the "secret" believers.

God's spokesman on earth, and in some areas, his word even transcends the angels and popes who serve and beside God.

But this is not wrong. If it is set according to the ancient dnd, the voters who can link with divine power to a certain extent can indeed take up this position... Klein is a modern social thinking after all, and soon After accepting this "setting", he smiled familiarly, nodded to Mr. A, and said softly:

"You did a great job, don't know how I should thank you?"

"Of course you don't have to thank me, as an envoy appointed by my Lord, the value of my existence is to implement the Lord's will, and the Lord's latest oracle is an ally who helps my Lord, the great Lord of time and space— The 'God of Mysteries' has regained his power, and as a chosen person, you are naturally among the ranks of my service."

Hearing Mr. A's slow and frenzied voice in his deep voice, Klein glanced at the other side's hood, which was completely covered by shadows. For a moment, he didn't know how to answer.

What a shame, I remember "Mystery" telling me that He hasn't reached the level of the creator... What "Lord of Time and Space", who came up with this title, it's too shameful Bar?

Klein, who is also "Zhou Mingrui", almost broke the soles of his leather shoes, but he still controlled his expression with the ability of "Clown". Looking like a god.

"Very well, you have proved your piety."

After speaking, he changed the focus of his words without a trace, and continued:

"But you also know that now that false gods are in power, it will be very dangerous for us to continue talking here."

"I think we need to act in secret recently. If necessary, I will take the initiative to contact you."

As for the voter's words, Mr. A agreed without much thought.

"According to your will."

He bowed slightly again, and then in front of Klein, he stretched his hand into his chest, unconcealedly reaching in from the surface of his skin!

What is he doing?

Looking at this **** scene with a cult flavor, Klein couldn't help but tense his nerves, and his back was covered in cold sweat.

But oddly, his spiritual intuition did not alert him to impending danger, but was eerily calm.

Slowly, Klein also put down most of his guard, but still held the chain-blade cane and observed Mr. A's next move.

Soon, the squirming sound of flesh and blood finally stopped, and the blood stains on Mr. A's chest clothes also flowed back into the wound. Black Iron Badge.

"Your Excellency, this is a spell in the field of 'Secret Prayer', which allows you to have the aura of a 'shepherd' in a short period of time, and also has the ability to communicate with me."

"It originated from the Black Saint, and the effective range is within the urban area of ​​Backlund. In addition to this range, the effect will be greatly reduced until it disappears. The spirituality above can also support it to be used for another three months."

Mr. A patiently introduced the badge in his hand. At the same time, when his palm was loosened, the shadows under his feet rose rapidly. He caught the badge in the air and sent it to Klein.

There is no curse aura, nor the contaminating aura of the true creator, just a pure spiritual item... Klein, who had detected the badge from the "spiritual body line" perspective and spiritual vision at the same time, nodded, and immediately picked up the badge, and politely said:

"thanks."

Afterwards, his right hand, which was not holding something, snapped his fingers, and the orange-red flames soared, instantly reporting his body shape.

"Praise 'secret'." Mr. A put his hands on his chest, bowed his head reverently, and then the tall figure collapsed into the shadow under his feet and left secretly.

Whoa!

A pre-arranged match was lit on a house not far away. Klein strode out of the flames, glanced around for a week, confirmed that Mr. A was not following, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

The first time he was glad that the people in the Aurora Society were fanatics.

If Mr. A hadn't been religious enough, things would have been much more complicated... He looked around aimlessly, and caught a glimpse of the incomplete red that swept the night sky and suppressed the stars around him. moon.

Praise the goddess... Suddenly thinking of the "pseudo-god" he had just lied about in order to convince Mr. A, Klein guiltily looked away, and immediately tapped four reverently on his chest.

The embarrassment gradually spread and occupied the high ground. Klein didn't want to stay on the roof for another moment, and immediately snapped his fingers again, and the flames rose again.

He wants to return to No. 17 Minsk Street as soon as possible, return to the gray fog, and confirm the specific ability of the badge in his hand.

The common sense he learned from the Nighthawks team told him that no spiritual items have no negative effects. No matter whether they contain Beyonder characteristics or not, the only difference between them is that the negative effects are not serious.

In the middle of the night, the dream labyrinth that existed in the subconscious ocean of Backlund, a megacity with a population of more than five million, was unprecedentedly huge. In the low-pressure illusory sky, a giant dragon with thick and gray scales whistled past.

After Gu Zhuang suffered a "secret" heavy damage last time and lost a personality clone, Angerweed was caught by Adam and branded on his spiritual body. As long as this person thought about it, he would lose control and explode at any time. .

But in a sense, this has also brought some good changes. For example, he finally no longer has to worry about being discovered by the best "psychiatrist" in the world, and can freely swim freely in the ocean of psychology.

If he only had to worry about the existence of the same level, it was impossible for Hermes to find himself who was deliberately covered by Adam.

The huge dragon vibrated its wings, and its icy vertical pupils reflected a metallic inorganic light.

His tit-for-tat pupils turned, staring at his destination this time, the huge wings folded together, the steel-colored wing membranes curled up on both sides of the skeleton, and the thick limbs grabbed the regular stone pillars rising from the ground. The tail hangs down to the ground.

Angelweed quietly inspected the sleeping girls in the illusory room, and the invisible spiritual plague instantly infected everyone in his sight.

Since there is no way to fight head-on and track the whereabouts of the "Uncertain Mist", then he will lay a trap in the lair where he will definitely return to rest.

"Oh, you have the power of Origin Quality, and I'm not bad." Angelweed's pale golden eyes became deeper and deeper, and there seemed to be a dark wave surging in them.

Even if he has already fallen, he can no longer directly mobilize the power of the "Chaos Sea", but if he just borrows the stigma branded by the source substance pollution to cover his breath, it is still easy.

As the pitch-black illusory tide swept through the dream maze, layers of pitch black appeared on the scales of Angelweed, who was focused and focused, and the pale gold and deep black in his eyes were mixed, giving birth to a glamorous look. blood red.

"Ah!" With a low roar, the thick scales and the strangeness in his eyes faded, and Angerweed became extremely tired.

He finally took a deep look at the girls in the golden roses that had already been infected by himself, and the huge figures dimmed and disappeared without a trace.

It's also a personality avatar!

In the Red Rose Manor more than ten kilometers away, in the guest room, Hervin Rambis, who had closed his eyes for a nap, suddenly opened his eyes, a look of indifferent cold gold.

He stood up slowly, took the cold coffee in his hand, and took a sip.

The verdant golf course stretches as far as the eye can see, and in the silent main house, the carnival of young people continues.

"Al Sukhod...it's really bad fun." The enamel cup was gently put down, and Hwin shook his head with a helpless smile.

West End, Edward Street, 6.

Having just returned from his mistress, Jason Beria, who was listening to his dog's report, sat casually on the easy chair, his fingers habitually crossed on his chest.

On the floor in front of him, the big dog with blood still left on the corners of his mouth squatted there obediently, his tail kept flapping, indicating the restlessness in his heart that was forcibly suppressed.

It opened its mouth, vibrated the air spiritually, and spat out filthy "devil" words, reporting the latest work to its master.

"Very good, well done, as long as this operation is successful, you will become the first 'Desire Apostle' under 'Devil' Beria."

Jason nodded in satisfaction and made a commitment to his dog.

If this scene can be seen by uninformed people, it must be very funny, but Jason, who has always been pragmatic, disagrees.

In his opinion, the degenerate people advocated by the elders of the family, and the training of ordinary people into their subordinates, are simply inefficient and frustrating.

Anyway, most human beings are not qualified to touch extraordinary low-level people, and they are no different from beasts, so why not directly choose animals with better control, maybe they will be easier to promote.

As long as this operation is successful, I will become a "devil", and the item will also take me to a level, even on some levels, to be comparable to the older "talker".

I will be the newest generation in the family who is most likely to become the Grand Duke... No, I am the future Grand Duke!

Unconsciously, Jason Beria, who has always been calm and cold-blooded, suddenly became fanatical. Com's uncontrollable fantasies imagined a beautiful scene after the mission was successful, and the desire in his heart expanded exponentially.

Finally, he returned to calm again, stood up satisfied, and walked to the bedroom on the second floor. The big dog that had been squatting in front of it was still orderly, and even its tail was raised.

"Is this the current 'devil'?" In the darkness, a shirtless young man silently appeared in front of the easy chair where Jason sat down just now, stroking the top of the big dog's head with his palm.

How did this kind of waste that was easily aroused, and the potion not digested cleanly be promoted to the "Apostle of Desire"?

You must know that even Fabti himself, who had swallowed his characteristics, had already digested all the potions in his heyday, so he was extremely powerful and became the last ancient **** who still occupied the throne!

Fabti, who had already controlled Jason's thoughts, shook his head sharply, slightly annoyed.

His time is running out. If he doesn't find a new host, he will only be eroded by the big tree in the sky if he only acts in the form of a "devil".

"Since the 'devils' are unbearable, perhaps, I can try a different species?"

In a trance, an even crazier idea appeared in his mind, lingering.

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