Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 231

"From the perspective of a natural mythical creature, do you see my humanity?"

The fluffy gray-white gas in the black robe hugged and attached to each other, turning into a piece of unformed stickiness.

The "secret" that gradually formed the body passed through the silver-white mask under the hood, and the gilded eyes filled the hole. Through the hollow, he stared at the bitterness at the corner of Amon's mouth that had no time to restrain, as if he was looking for something.

"Heh, you're even crazier than before." An unprecedented spiritual intuition warning sounded in his ears, staring at the gilt in "Mysterious" eyes, and the frozen smile at the corner of Amon's mouth faintly faded.

"Perhaps this is just an inevitable stage. Your father also faced such a choice back then. If it weren't for those uncontrollable factors, maybe he would have succeeded."

The voice of "secret" traveled in all directions of the still city, shuttling between the gaps of high-rise buildings, and accurately poured into the ears of every Amon clone who was trying to break through the dream and find loopholes.

The corner of his mouth still kept a smile, but Amon, whose eyes were condensed and condensed, took a deep breath and pretended to smile.

"But I didn't see any bright spots of wisdom in The Hanged Man. Instead, it was a never-ending madness and unwashable pollution."

A dense mist rises from the ground, and the silver moon hanging in the sky is dyed crimson. Amon resists the blue and black that mixes it up. The surface of the classical robes has dense bumps, which subside and disappear. It seems that the next second is hidden in the bumps. The existence below will take the opportunity to flood out, replacing the Son of the Creator and controlling the "wrong" authority.

"That's why I used another method. Not only is it within the constraints of the authority of the "Lord of Mysteries", but I don't know that there is an obvious empty window when using death to push everything back again."

"Compared to returning from history and using the characteristics of miracles for resurrection, I think it will be more effective to make a fuss about the promotion ceremony itself," the silver-white mask slowly faded away, and the elf face that once belonged to Zhou Mingrui was indifferent to the continuous attempts. Failure, Amon, whose robe surface is more abnormal.

"Amon, we are all familiar with each other's promotion ceremonies. Think about it carefully. Now that Bethel is exiled from the starry sky, there is a situation that just meets the possibility of the reunification of the three ceremonies."

The dream projection formed by the gray fog seemed to be transformed into an entity in the next second, listening to the hysteria of spiritual warning, Amon quietly listened to the "mysterious" words, and waited until the other party finished speaking, and then "tsk" like Medici. one sound.

"You are indeed quite crazy,"

"Old guy, do you need me to remind you that even a mythical creature like me is born with a lot of risk in promotion. Have you forgotten the pollution on your body?"

Amon seemed to have given up the struggle and disintegrated the avatar on his own. The bulge that was constantly annihilating on the surface of the black classical robe lost its support and lost its direction for a while. The weird embarrassment that had poured out stood still on the surface of the robe, and the slippery tentacles curled up together. .

"Mystery" spread out his hands indifferently and responded with a smile.

"maybe."

He looked at Amon, whose style of doing things was much more decisive than before, and his smile was much more real.

"But the world of adults is like this. In your opinion, crazy decisions are sometimes my only choice."

"And compared to what I may have lost, and what I have lost, no matter how crazy it is, until the result comes out, it's just a choice."

"Since there is a certain chance of success, why don't I take a gamble?"

"Amon, I remember that you have always liked this kind of game, don't you?"

Qinghei climbed up his cheeks, the insects in the twelve links were entangled with each other, and there was not much expression on the constantly wriggling face. Amon's smile was slightly frozen, and his body that was almost collapsed could not make any extra movements.

He looked at the "mystery" that accompanied him through a considerable period of childhood, staring at the familiar but unfamiliar face with inexplicable eyes, shook his head slightly, and sighed with a rather difficult smile:

"I still... prefer the feeling of certainty."

The blue and black completely engulfed the light in the eyes of the son of the creator, and the body composed of tentacles and insects slowly wriggled.

The next second, a blazing white light pierced from the crevice of the smooth body, and the dazzling daylight erupted in it, swallowing this disgusting body in an instant.

"Mystery" stared indifferently at the occurrence of the mutation, gently lifted a finger, and the majestic heat that descended during the day was hurriedly gathered up without a good opportunity to vent, and disappeared into the nothingness of nothingness.

On the ground where the incomplete mythical creature stood, there was only a translucent worm left. The twelve rings on the outer layer of the body shone with charming dark gold, as if a twisted time was attached to the surroundings.

The false dream built by imitating the gap of history collapsed suddenly, the "mysterious" figure turned into a mist in the collapse of the city, picked up the twelve link bugs on the ground by the wind, and affected the corresponding reality around it before it disappeared completely.

City of Silver, Derrick's house.

The candles engraved with "Words without Pupils" and "Twisted Lines" expanded several times, and a huge gray-white cumulus cloud covered most of the living room. When he heard the news, he rushed to the vicinity, in front of Colin, who was full of surprise and shock in his eyes. , exerting an indescribably strong gravitational force.

Under its attraction, hidden in the surrounding air, living in the shadow of the monster, the silverfish in the wall, the dark golden photoelectric light flew backwards from all directions to the gray and white cumulus clouds, and merged uniformly under its throughput, the twelve links were small. The worm has doubled in size.

The huge volume of fog dissipated, and it seemed that he had noticed the gaze of Colin who did not dare to step forward. Incomprehensible delicate objects.

In the silent darkness, distant lightning flashed across the sky again and again, alternating light and dark, illuminating and covering Colin's deep cheeks again and again.

The Demon Hunter's powerful spirituality was slightly touched. Colin looked at Lovia and the other elder who came from the dungeon, and looked at those calm pale gray eyes.

Lovia looked at the pair of light blues that were almost indistinguishable from the corpses in the dungeon, nodded lightly, and gave her own answer, which was also inspired by the gods.

Under the witness of everyone, Colin finally moved.

He steadily walked towards the intact house, as if he had no energy, and when he came out again, he was holding two unconscious bodies under his strong and powerful hands.

The unconscious Derrick and the "Hermit" who fainted a second before the "Mystery" came were placed on the ground. Colin looked at the palm-sized precision instrument in his hand, and followed the three sticks of unknown meaning under the crystal cover. the rotation of the fine needle.

In the middle of nowhere, a plain voice passed by the wind, and He called this creation an example.

County Ahowa, on the outskirts of Tingen.

Dressed as a young gentleman, he made up his identity as a young scholar visiting Hoy University. The former owner of the actual parasitic body was indeed Amon, who had such a purpose, and suddenly turned his head.

The people around him who were talking to him also stopped their movements, all of them looked strangely in one direction, and their eyes of different colors looked at the church of St. Selina, which was still under renovation in the distance.

"Sounds very interesting." Holding the monocle made of crystal, Amon smiled reluctantly.

He tsk tsk shook his head, walked out and fell into a strange static state, only one gentleman was completely ignorant, and he had not escaped from the strangeness of everyone who suddenly stopped moving and stared at himself.

Amon sat without image on the steps outside the door, listening to the desperate calls and screams of the men in the house, with a smile.

Although he only lost a Sequence Four clone and some accompanying low-Sequence features, Amon knew very well that the situation had changed.

Combined with the information fraudulently obtained from Roman, the current plan of "Mystery" is undoubtedly very dangerous. He has almost blocked his future on the so-called human nature. If he is not careful, he may evolve into the "Master of Mystery". "I would like to see the situation - the weak human nature is drowned in the seedling stage, and replaced by the seriously polluted divinity, which may completely become the perfect container for the return of the "Lord of Mysteries" at any time.

Shall I try to throw the characteristics to 'Pure White' or 'Storm'?

In the face of the grim reality, Amon thoughtfully considered whether to abandon his own characteristics and cut his tail to save his life.

He is not willing to put his life on the gambling table without being at least 90% sure.

But soon, he denied his own idea.

Well, although the properties of the sequence two that leave the plural can completely meet my needs, 'storm' and 'pure white' may not necessarily understand the meaning behind my actions, the uniqueness and sequence one properties that I discarded are almost equal to plain white Sent to "Mystery".

Judging from his current state, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not devour the characteristics in advance, thus causing a catastrophe.

In other words, compared to the cruel status quo, his plan has a higher success rate?

The smile at the corner of Amon's mouth faded a little, and the **** of his right hand held the outer frame of the monocle, tightening and loosening rhythmically.

Bethel was exiled to the starry sky, and Antico's life and death are unknown - even if he was alive, he would lose his qualifications to be on the poker table. .. Amon recalled the other "Insect of Time" who looked much older than himself but was actually a "little devil", and the smile that had just faded a little was brightened again.

Don't think about Pallez.

He suddenly discovered that in the competition for the throne of the "Lord of Mysteries", who is currently the last owner of Origin Castle, it seems that only He is qualified to compete with his cheap elders.

And if he fails or gives up, although he doesn't care whether the "Lord of Mysteries" who has a high probability of returning will care about the humble reptiles on the ground, his father will definitely not come back.

The original "Lord of Mysteries" could not have allowed "God" to appear, even if he was not the original "God".

Thinking of this, Amon rested his right hand on his chin and crouched on the steps with his knees tucked in front of him. The figure curled up even more. When viewed from the back, it looked like a bird with folded wings, sheltering from the storm under the eaves, unwilling to spread its wings again. Soaring crow.

Father will not come back, "Mystery" will be replaced by that one, if the "Mystery Lord" is not happy, I may also be withdrawn from the characteristics... Amon counts the things he may lose, smile first It completely disappeared from the face.

After a long time, He stretched his waist, stood up from the ground yawning, and at some point in his hand there was a heart-shaped gemstone exuding a dreamy color.

He looked at the characteristics of the "miracle master" with bubbles constantly emerging, and the familiar smile crawled back to the corner of his mouth little by little.

"Perhaps, it's not impossible to play a more exciting game occasionally."

Although there is no evidence, he instinctively believes that the paranoid has already known the "secret" plan, and he should probably take the initiative to discuss it with the paranoid.

Well, there is still a clone in the Land Abandoned by God, and "Mystery" does not have enough power there... He looked in the direction of Tingen's cemetery, flipped his palm, the characteristics of "Miracle Master" Return to nothingness.

After retrieving all the suspicious extraordinary events that happened recently, combined with Zaratul's recent movement trajectory, Amon finally locked the city and Backlund where Zaratul was still staying.

A few months ago, the city named Tingen had just experienced a descending ceremony about the true creator, involving a case of the bishop of the Evernight Church, and the level 0 sealed artifact of the "spectator" pathway was also briefly stay here.

In Amon's eyes, these heavyweight elements almost make it clear that this is another collaboration between the familiar and unfamiliar combination of "Mystery", "Night" and "Paranoia".

The only thing that was different from before was probably that "Paranoia" took the place that originally belonged to his father.

"Well, although it sounds crazy, the game seems to have started." Amon withdrew his gaze from the spire of the church, and turned back to the house with a smile. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

The man's mental breakdown stopped abruptly, and the next second, the start button was pressed again in the still room, as if nothing had happened.

On Thursday, Backlund, at the home of Hilbert Alucard.

Even though it was morning, Audrey still complied with her agreement with Miss Islant and came to the jeweler Hilbert's house ahead of schedule.

Since joining the Psychological Alchemy Society, she has often visited the jeweler on the pretext of participating in afternoon tea on the topic of psychology discussions, and has also completed some psychological researches with Miss Islant from time to time, such as the previous research on the crew of the Varyag. psychological assessment.

After some systematic study, Audrey felt that her "Mind Reader" potion had been digested almost, but although she had exchanged the "Psychiatrist" formula from Mr. Fool, she There is no way to directly exchange potions with the Psychological Alchemy Society, so they can only raise them privately, and try to make their sequence in the eyes of the Psychological Alchemy Society equal to the actual one.

"Good morning, Miss Audrey, I didn't expect you to come so early."

After waiting for a while, Audrey looked at the door of the living room with a sense of feeling, and saw Islante, who had a baby face and a sweet smile, walked in slowly from the outside, with a bronzing book in her hand. The cover looks like a very precious big-headed book.

The "psychiatrist" sat opposite Audrey, placed the big book between the two, and added a touch of sincere congratulations to the sweet and formulaic smile.

"Consultant Rambis has read your psychological analysis of the crew of the Varyag. He specially praised your talent and wanted to invite you to his afternoon tea this weekend. This is a rare opportunity."

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