Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 22

"Long time no see, Zhou."

The soft voice of "Goddess of the Evernight" echoes in the tranquil environment, like a sleep song at night.

"I didn't expect you to arrange such an identity for her." Zhou Mingrui asked casually.

"Goddess of the Night" said with a slight smile on her shadow-covered face:

"Compared to passively accepting the influence of believers like before, I hope she can deepen her humanity through the most intuitive feelings. Compared with the appearance of motherhood radiating everywhere before, a little girl like her is more suitable for doing more energetic activities. things."

"For example, working for your 'red gloves'?" Zhou Mingrui raised his eyebrows and joked, "This can indeed limit her to a certain extent. Oh, of course, it is more about your use of 'fear' authority. I don't know what kind of 'nightmare' you weave for her."

The figure of "Goddess of the Evernight" fluctuated a little, and she stood in the quiet, rippling darkness, giving people a very unreal feeling.

"The essence here is still the dreamland unfolding with the help of 'secret'. We shouldn't waste time on this kind of thing."

Zhou Mingrui looked around, and after a few seconds of silence, he said abruptly:

"I'm sorry, I just woke up, and I haven't been able to balance my mental state well."

"Can you manifest a moon?"

Zhou Mingrui could feel the sight of the "Goddess of the Night" cast towards him. He felt the eyes of the other party hidden under the veil of shadows. Under the guidance of spiritual intuition, he raised his head and looked at the brightly decorated night sky.

There are eternal stars, shining and surrounding a huge silver moon, false stars hanging high in the sky, kindly casting down the bright silver light from the past, illuminating the shrouded night sky. , the boundless sea of ​​sleeping flowers and night herbs.

Around Zhou Mingrui, a cold fog appeared, and they quickly dispersed, as if they were shaped by a pair of invisible giant hands in the air, forming a gray-white outline of urban ruins.

Under Zhou Mingrui's manipulation, the rough outline seemed to be combined with the image in his memory, gradually solidifying, turning into a real ruin sitting on a sea of ​​flowers.

He didn't care whether this action was disrespectful in the eyes of others, he found a fairly clean stone for himself, and sat down directly.

"Goddess of the Night" looked at Zhou Mingrui's series of actions, and asked in a calm voice:

"You seem to have regained a lot of humanity. Is this Klein Moretti's influence on you?"

"I prefer this to be a form of pollution." Zhou Mingrui nodded unabashedly, "After all, now I can only control Origin Castle by relying on my connection with him, and the most direct way is the spirit and essence. connection between.”

He paused, then said:

"In his dreams, his strong feeling of returning home in the deepest part of his spirit really affected me. Although I will no longer grow up, it still evokes a part that I have gradually forgotten, and in disguise and extreme elevates me. One-sided humanity in a field, this is more of an extreme emotional pollution than a cure, like an evil spirit."

"But it also shows that the experiment we did at the end of the Fourth Epoch was a success, and he is the best proof." The Evernight Goddess, who seemed to have melted into the surrounding environment, said calmly.

There was a sudden silence between the two of them, until Zhou Mingrui saw that the figure of "Night" had faded again, and then he spoke slowly:

"How much do you know about the movements of 'Uncertain Mist' and 'Adam'?"

The figure of "Goddess of the Night" fluctuated slightly, and said indifferently:

"I don't know the real goal of the 'Mist of Uncertainty'. After all, in terms of restoring power, He has too many choices, whether it is 0-02 or 0-05 in Bernadette's hands, or even the current Loen Royal Family. The uniqueness of the 'Dark Emperor' that he has in hand, he has too many possible targets, even if he wants to meddle in a Sequence One feature, I am not surprised, although it is better than nothing for him, but for us, this may be completely locked. The key to a trump card."

"As for 'Adam', his biggest goal in the near future is to become a god, but I suspect that he still holds some of the 'preparations' you researched with him in his heyday."

"I participated in the 'preparations', do you suspect that Saslier is still alive?" Zhou Mingrui asked thoughtfully.

"Goddess of the Night" nodded slightly, and her voice became a little ethereal:

"After all, the existence of the first 'Slate of Blasphemy' restricted the 'The Hanged Man' from entering the depths of the giant's royal court. Saslier may have used a state similar to yours now. Although he maintained his consciousness, he also **** there."

"Moreover, 'Adam''s recent actions reminded me of a fact that was ignored by us at the time. Who is most likely to contact Saslier without being discovered before the Redemption Rose begins?"

"You mean Adam?" Zhou Mingrui raised his voice suddenly, his brows furrowed, "But he should not have awakened at that time. He should have been with Amon and arranged to be far away from the giant royal court."

"Perhaps when he wrote Adam's underlying program, he left a back door, a backup personality clone, this level of awakening will not reveal flaws." "Goddess of the Night" softly put forward his guess.

"This level of avatar can just keep a part of his humanity for him, and it also confirms the attitude of the Hanged Man towards Adam, beware but not hostile." Zhou Mingrui's mouth twitched slightly, as if thinking of something happy , "Adam is the only one who has shown hatred from beginning to end, isn't it?"

It is no wonder that when he briefly woke up in the Fifth Epoch, Roselle, who had joined the Twilight Hermit Society, ignored many of his suspicious behaviors related to him. It turned out that he was not the only one left with a divinity based on the most utilitarian thinking. .....

Heh, if it was me, I would definitely do whatever it takes for the greater benefit. Thinking of this, Zhou Mingrui laughed at himself:

"I think I know the general situation, thank you for your help, Amanisis."

"Goddess of the Night" gently shook her head, her voice soft like a nocturne:

"I have two more questions."

Zhou Mingrui raised his eyebrows and motioned to the old friend in front of him to continue.

"Goddess of the Evernight" is still the soft nocturne-like voice, and said lightly:

"How are you going to deal with the relationship between you and 'him'?"

Zhou Mingrui was stunned when he heard this question, turned his head, and looked at Klein who was 'sleeping' at his feet. He smiled dumbly:

"I thought you would ask me why I deliberately indulged little Zarath to take away the characteristics of the 'Servant of Mysteries'."

He looked at Klein's face with his eyes closed at his feet, and fell into a trance for a while. He was silent for a long time before he said:

"I don't know, he is different from me. Except for the memories we shared in the past, there is nothing similar between us. Even if he gets my memory in the end, it is not the same person anymore, just like I never expected him to be resurrected. Both 'Adam' and 'The Hanged Man' are only part of his personality to him, they are almost another person, and Klein, he is mixed with 'Klein' after all. The new existence of this personality, my memory for him may just be a movie he has seen, that's all."

Zhou Mingrui took a long breath and said in a deep voice:

"Amanisis, if I do anything irrational in the future, please kill me."

The "Goddess of the Night" just quietly looked at the old friend who was sitting on the ruins, until the whole dream shattered and vanished.

Klein raised his head abruptly, as if he had been greatly frightened.

He rubbed his aching eyebrows, and found that his environment had not changed. He was still in the alchemy room of the Nighthawks team, and the opposite was still the one who was wearing a formal suit and had long, smooth black hair. Deacon Ran Amani.

Did I just see the projection of the Goddess Divine Kingdom? This is the process of 'swearing', so that the gods can watch you?

Indeed, if this is the case, under the watchful eyes of the goddess who is the 'Mother of Hidden', it is impossible for me to violate the restrictions placed on me by the church, but the question is, what oath did I swear?

Klein only remembered that the goddess cast her eyes on him, but neither Deacon Amani nor the goddess had told him the content of the oath.

Although I can guess that it is probably not to reveal the existence of the "acting method", and the goddess is unlikely to talk to me... Klein looked at Fran and asked carefully:

"Your Excellency Amani, is this all right?"

Fran stood in the center of the alchemy room, sorted out the wrinkles on her clothes when she was maintaining the ceremony, and said in a cold voice:

"This is a fixed process, mainly to let you enter the sight of the goddess. As for the content of the oath, it has been determined at the beginning of the ceremony."

Then, she carefully examined Klein's current state, nodded, and continued:

"You can go and configure the potion."

Finally... Klein's tense mood finally got a chance to relax, he solemnly walked to the long table where the recipes and ingredients for the 'Joker' potion were placed, and picked up the sheepskin that recorded the potion. Paper.

He glanced at the various materials on the table, there was a whole body of crystal clear, brilliance flowing, and there were vaguely layers of gray slap-sized horns with strange patterns inside; there was also a blue rose with the pattern of a human face.

Adult Hornages Grey Goat One Horn Crystal and Complete Human Face Rose!

He familiarly took out the tools needed to refine the potion, closed his eyes slightly, and recalled in his mind the first time he entered this room, the scene where Old Neil prepared the 'divine' potion for himself.

His eyes were slightly wet, he took a breath, and then slowly exhaled it, restraining his almost dissipating emotions, and prepared the potion according to the requirements of the formula.

"80 milliliters of pure water, five drops of mandala juice..." While meditating on the dosage of various materials, he put them into the crucible in order.

When the main materials blended with each other in the crucible, and the liquid inside was dyed with three colors of gold, yellow, and red, he couldn't help holding his breath, until those colors intertwined with each other, returned to stability, and appeared unusually clear, Klein took a deep breath.

He watched the sight of bubbles in the crucible rolling up and down in the liquid, constantly bulging and breaking, and he couldn't help feeling nervous, excited and looking forward to it.

He transferred the potion to the glass bottle beside him and looked back at Fran Amani, who was still standing in the center of the alchemy room with a cold face.

How is it like a child... Fran pressed the emotions in her heart, pinched a faint smile on her face, and encouraged softly:

"Don't worry, so far, I haven't seen anything wrong with your operation.

As she spoke, she seemed to remember something and added:

"Even if you fail to be promoted, as long as you don't lose control immediately or break into a puddle of meat, I can rescue you."

Madam, you really relieved my anxiety... Klein nodded, skillfully took off the silver chain from the cuff of his left arm, and used the citrine pendant to fortune tell whether he would be in danger.

After getting the confirmed result, Klein no longer hesitated, raised the cup, raised his head slightly, and drank the potion in one gulp.

so bitter!

The instant the potion slid into Klein's throat, it quickly decomposed under the guidance of his own spirituality, transforming into yellow, red, or golden light spots, infiltrating his body~www.mtlnovel. com~ He felt that his spirit seemed to have floated to an infinite height. Seeing his spirit seemed to be subdivided into several parts, absorbed by the countless light spots escaping, and penetrated into every part of his body together. in cells.

It was a change that could be felt from the inside out, quickly remodeling Klein's body within seconds.

At the same time, outside Klein's field of vision, a thick gray fog had completely enveloped him, and within that, he once again saw familiar hallucinations and ravings.

Under the hall supported by thick gray and white pillars, a huge stone throne stood in the middle, and in the empty palace, terrifying roars echoed constantly.

"Honakis...Flegora...Honakis...Flegora...Honakis..."

Klein closed his eyes and thought of the layered light spheres in his mind, each of which was different from the previous one, and was nested with fuzzy insects.

In this way, he relied on the most basic meditation to get rid of a small overflow of spirituality and a little uncontrolled situation.

Klein stood at the long table where the "Joker" potion ingredients were once placed, sighed slowly, and opened his eyes.

He has clearly realized that he has almost successfully been promoted to become the "clown" of Sequence Eight.

A crisp applause sounded, attracting Klein's slightly dazed spirit, leading him to turn his head and look at Fran Amani, who seemed to have never moved since he entered the room.

While applauding, the young senior deacon looked at Klein with a strange look.

From her perspective, Klein's eyes were dark and deep, and people would feel inexplicably terrifying just by looking directly at them.

Chapter end