Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 38

Klein returned to reality. He was still sitting upright at the desk in his room, the same posture he maintained when he climbed into the gray fog at 2:50.

He didn't immediately practice what he wanted to try from a long time ago, the ritual of summoning himself - this is essentially a further use of the gray fog personality.

Because he is still unable to determine the final direction of this ceremony, if this ceremony finally points to the mysterious "God of Mysteries", then what is the final summoned thing, even he himself can't be sure.

I need to ask Mr. Ards about summoning-related knowledge, and try to eliminate possible hidden dangers... Klein made a quick decision in his mind, ready to take out a pen and paper.

"Maybe I can include something about Qilingus..." Klein, who was muttering to himself while spreading the letter, suddenly froze, his brown pupils slightly dilated.

He suddenly remembered something that he had forgotten, the letter sent by Ms. Daly that he received on the carriage that night.

"That's a letter about the details of the review process for the members of the Nighthawks who know the 'acting method'. It's a letter about the specific process of swearing to the goddess." Klein slowly said what he suddenly remembered. The content of the letter was a little dazed for a while.

How could I forget such an important thing?

He sat in the chair and carefully recalled his own experience that day, as well as all the possible abnormal places.

First, I was attacked by Dust when I was connecting with Dust, and then I went to the lunatic asylum with the captain to determine the status of Hood Eugen. As a result, I happened to bump into his reverse scale and directly suffered damage from the pollution of the true creator. In the end I got that letter from Ms. Daly on the carriage to the police station.

Is it because my fatigue has accumulated to a certain extent, so I forgot this letter, which may contain a lot of information, in my unconscious mind? With the gradually clear memory in his mind, Klein touched the forgotten letter from the inside of the coat that he had not yet repaired.

He carefully checked the surface of the envelope and found that there were no suspicious marks, then carefully picked up the letter opener by the table and cut through the dark red paint.

There was only a reply letter written on standard letter paper in the envelope. Klein quickly opened it and read it immediately.

"I'm glad to hear your promotion and thank you for your noble act of sharing your 'playing' with your teammates, which will help Tingen's friends to avoid old Neil as much as possible ending."

In the letter, Daly changed her previous style, and her language was no longer too open, but rather conservative, just like a real thank you letter.

After a while of chatting, Daly also seemed to gradually break the conservativeness brought about by the serious form of letters, and began to share with Klein some details of her oath to the goddess.

"The senior deacon who was in charge of the review of my 'special application' at that time was Krestai Cesima, a senior 'nightmare', although he had not yet entered the realm of a demigod, he received a With the recognition of the holy relic, he also became a senior deacon in charge of the 'Red Gloves'."

"Actually, from a personal point of view, I think this is also related to him being stronger than most of the 'nightmare'. After all, he is very decisive and sharp enough. Once he notices it, he will not let go, unlike his colleagues who are caught by dreams. Sleepy, procrastinating to do anything, not even daring to go up with safety measures."

This is the familiar Ms. Daly... Klein pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth and moved his gaze downward.

"As for the details of my oath to the goddess, in fact, there is no special experience worth explaining. I just followed Crestai's instructions and put my hand on the sacred object he held, and then recited it as usual. The honorable name of the goddess, under the gaze of the sacred object, declares that she will not reveal the 'playing method' to the uninformed, that's all."

Relic... The corners of Klein's raised mouth were quickly smoothed out, his brows were tightly wrinkled together, and even a few traces were squeezed out of the skin near his eyes.

Why did I 'swear' in a ceremony controlled by Ms. Amani, a demigod? No, thinking about it carefully, I didn't actually make any vows at all. Instead, I saw the divine kingdom of the goddess.

Klein's hands couldn't stop straining, and even left irreversible traces on the letter paper. His brain was spinning rapidly, thinking about the reason why he received such a "ceremony".

"Gray fog? No, if the church really perceives that I have come into contact with an 'item' comparable to the realm of the gods, then the biggest possibility is to deal with me, or put me in the Chanis Gate."

"Traveler, this is even more impossible. It belongs to the secret deep in my heart, and I happen to be able to stay awake in my dreams, so I can be sure that no one has read my memory."

"But apart from this, there are only Antigonus's notes left? I had a brief contact with it. Is the church suspecting that there is still a contamination from him lurking in my body?"

"But why is it so important? I was just a little Sequence Nine..."

Klein relaxed his hands, and the almost torn letter paper fell from the air in a swirl and fell on the table, covering it in a mess.

"Perhaps, maybe it's because of the church's attention to the path of 'divine', a 'divine' that has been contaminated. This is the real reason why the church used a special method to censor me." Klein raised his head slightly. muttered to himself.

In any case, he should have entered the sight of the goddess now, which is both a good and a bad thing for him.

The good thing is that under the protection of the goddess, he may be able to avoid the influence of the "God of Mystery" on himself to a certain extent, and more should be the possible intrusion from the angel of the "God of Mystery".

The disadvantage is also obvious, that is, everything he has done now has entered the monitoring of the goddess, and even the connection between himself and the gray fog has been exposed, but he has not been locked in the Chanis Gate, whether it is also Can it prove the attitude of the goddess, connivance, acquiescence?

"But the church doesn't seem to know about this, and even Ms. Amani, who is in charge of the ceremony, doesn't seem to know about the existence of the gray fog." Klein rubbed his forehead slowly, and fell into the deep sea again. In another strange circle of thinking, "The goddess and the church are not the same?"

For a "modern man" with a 21st century experience, this is not difficult to understand, after all, in the history he has experienced and understood, it is also normal for the supreme ruler and the lower executive agencies to have different attitudes in some hidden aspects. .

Klein pursed his lips, patted his cheek sharply, and his distorted brows eased slightly.

"Forget it, I'm just a little 'clown' now, a Sequence Eight who can't be weaker. I think these things are of no use. It's better to do the things in front of you first and improve your strength first."

He tried to convince himself to "forget" his troubles, rubbed his fingers, ignited a spiritual flame, burned the letter sent to him by Ms. Daly, and took out a brand new set of stationery and envelopes.

He is going to write a letter to Mr. Azik first, asking about sacrifices, gifts, and expected knowledge about summoning. By the way, he will add some information about Qilingus to see if he can arouse the interest of the "big guy". .

He checked the state of the spiritual wall, and after confirming that it could still block prying eyes from the outside world, he returned to the desk and slowly wrote the word "Dear Sir".

Seeing this look up, Klein considered for a few more minutes. After calming down his emotions and sorting out the thoughts in his mind, he wrote:

"...Unfortunately, the mastermind behind the scenes has not taken any further actions, and I can't get more clues."

"The reason why I contacted you rashly this time is mainly to ask you about the 'sacrifice ceremony' related knowledge. This is a problem I encountered in my latest mission, because the internal information of the Nighthawks has certain access restrictions. , so I had to look for relevant knowledge from other sources..."

Klein paused and recalled the process of the "Sacrificial Ceremony" described by "The Sun" at the Tarot Conference just now. He decided not to say more, and could only hope that Mr. Azik had already recalled it. Relevant knowledge is enough to complete the details of "sun" that may be mentioned.

After writing the content about "sacrifice", Klein slowly exhaled, and tried his best to lead the topic to the content related to the summoning ceremony. Of course, he would not directly say "I want to summon myself", for fear that this would scare me. When it came to Mr. Azik, the "pot" could only be thrown at an unknown cult.

"Actually, during the recent mission, I came into contact with some knowledge related to summoning, but it is difficult for me to judge whether this knowledge is correct and whether it contains hidden pollution. The following is the knowledge about 'summoning' I got... .."

Klein carefully copied everything he knew about the "Summoning Ritual" into the letter he wrote to Mr. Azik.

After he wrote the last relevant character, he thought for a while, and mentioned the information about Lieutenant Hurricane Qilingus to Mr. Azik as a reminder.

He did not directly ask his teacher to help kill Qilingus, but he mentioned it casually, just to make the other party be careful, and only mentioned the description of its danger at the end.

"Qilingus' strength mainly relies on a Sealed Artifact called 'Wriggling Hunger', which is a terrifying Sealed Artifact corresponding to the 'Shepherd' sequence ability, which can devour other people's souls and use their Ability, although according to what the intelligence shows, the souls that Qilingus can drive are limited, but the exact number cannot be determined.”

"And according to further information, there is an extremely mysterious organization lurking behind Qilingus. He is pursuing an item corresponding to the 'High Sequence', which may be beneficial to the recovery of your memory."

This is called a white lie... Klein took a long sigh of relief, and then carefully read the letter he wrote. After confirming that it was correct, he put it in the envelope and carefully sealed it with wax oil from the melted candle.

He didn't use the varnish that could be traced to the source, but just smeared it roughly. Anyway, Mr. Azik only has one copper whistle, so there is no problem of figuring out the sender of the letter.

He pulled out the chair, held the envelope in his hand, walked to the middle of the room, took out the cold, soft copper whistle from his pocket, put it at the corner of his mouth, and blew it abruptly.

In silence, a gloomy cold quickly occupied Klein's bedroom, and phantom bones glowing with hazy light poured out from the brown floor like a fountain, rising higher and higher.

Oops, I forgot the size of Mr. Azik's messenger... Klein's heart tensed, and then he worried about the safety of his room.

I saw those bones quickly gathered into an illusory and huge monster. He lowered his body and bent his back. Pale flames burned in his huge eye sockets, staring straight at the letter in Klein's hand.

Klein twitched the corners of his mouth, tentatively raised his right hand holding the letter, and handed it to the terrifying monster in front of him.

The white-boned monster withdrew slightly, raised its drooping arm slowly, and swept away the letter in Klein's hand with a sweep of its huge palm.

Looking at his actions, Klein also wanted to take two steps back. Without hesitation, he picked up the copper whistle again and blew it.

Woo!

Accompanied by the cold overcast wind, the huge monster disintegrated, turned into white bones, fell back to the brown floor, and quickly disappeared.

After doing all this, Klein finally let go of his hanging heart, and with his last spirit, lifted the spiritual wall that blocked his room.

With the collapse of the entire invisible wall, the rare warm wind from outside the window blew into Klein's bedroom, dispelling the gloomy cold that had swept the entire room just now. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

With a staggering pace, he fell to his bed, and fell asleep silently under the embrace of the soft quilt.

With the sound of steel colliding, Derrick walked to the edge of the training ground alone, unplugged the water bag, and filled up the lost water with a big mouthful.

In the commotion, Dak Riggins, who originally belonged to the same "general education class" as Derrick, found his classmate who looked very lonely. past.

"Hey, what are you doing, stay alone." Like most of the residents of Silver City, Dak Riggins, who is over 1.9 meters tall in the 'Warrior' pathway, sat next to Derrick with a smile on his face. asked.

Derrick wiped the sweat from his hands and replied straightforwardly:

"There aren't many friends here."

A mixed expression of surprise and sympathy suddenly appeared on Dak's face. He wanted to pat the other person's shoulder, but he remembered that Derrick had just lost his parents and could only sit in the corner of the training ground in silence.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he took out a piece of pottery from his pocket, patted Derrick's knee, and handed it to the other person.

"Look at this!"

Derrick took the pottery slice handed over by the classmate and saw the brightly colored patterns of three giant dragons on it.

"What is this?" Derrick asked his question without thinking.

Seeing that he had aroused Derrick's interest, Dak smiled mysteriously:

"Bought from the underground market, hey, a small object found in the ruins of a city-state, I heard from the boss who sold it to me, this is the real antiquities of the dragon civilization!"

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