Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 44

Klein silently examined the blood-red handprint that appeared on the page, and his right hand, which had been hitting the edge of the long bronze table, unconsciously lifted up, and slowly moved towards the old notebook that was spread out.

Suddenly, his left hand clasped his right hand, which he was slowly raising, with his brows furrowed, and then slowly released, his hands resting on the table normally.

"This notebook has the ability to deceive people's hearts and make people unable to resist touching it?" Klein stroked the edge of the hard-shell cover of the notebook with his left hand, and the whispered words were inaudible, "Or, it's just that this **** handprint has Such an ability, after all, I didn't have this impulse last time."

He stared silently at the notes on the table. After thinking for a while, he familiarly took off the silver chain on his left wrist and let the yellow crystal pendant hang down to the ground.

"There is no danger in touching the blood-red handprints that appeared on the note that Mr. Azik gave me."

The pendant hanging in the air first slowly turned counterclockwise, then stopped suddenly, and turned clockwise more quickly.

Klein looked solemnly at the ambiguous divination results in front of him, and his raised right hand froze in midair.

It's dangerous, but it's not very dangerous... He pursed the corners of his mouth, suddenly smiled strangely, calmly hung his hand over the **** handprint, and covered it tightly.

Reluctant to let the child catch the wolf... Klein felt the sudden dizziness in his head, and couldn't help laughing at himself.

The rich blood red spread out at once, splitting into separate and clear words, which were quickly reorganized and arranged in an orderly manner to form the text of the note.

Klein, on the other hand, obeyed the dizziness in his head, his consciousness sank, and he entered a dreamland where the color of the picture escaped, and he was always on the verge of collapse.

It was still the handsome man who was suspected of being a "mysterious god". His face was still soft, but his face was no longer covered with dark blue cracks like the one seen in the previous divination.

At this time, He was standing in a town shrouded in war, with a dozen or two or three-person giant octopus demonic wolf standing beside him, like a wax statue, his joints were twisted and stood still. , the mouth kept mumbling out-of-tune ravings.

"Walking class... wrinkling class... crepe life thunder..."

This babble is constantly changing its tone, just like a person who has lost the ability to speak is trying to recall his native language, like a child who is babbling is struggling to say his own name.

A faint whimper suddenly came from the rubble around "Mystery", and the top of the gravel pile formed after the collapse of a high-rise building trembled.

Vivid bird-shaped patterns can be clearly seen everywhere on the rubble, and there are even some bone decorations and bird-shaped sculptures.

It is precisely because of the existence of these peculiar customs that the trembling ruins of the building have not completely collapsed, and there are still some gaps left. The entire ruin is compacted so that the top slab is not covered.

"Mystery" walked to the trembling ruins, his black eyes stared indifferently at the rolling rubble and the dust shaking from the cracks. He didn't intervene, he just observed quietly.

boom!

The struggling existence in the ruins finally lifted all the rubble on its head, and a little boy with an exotic face climbed out of it with difficulty.

There was a dazzling shimmer on his body, lubricating liquid was constantly squeezed out of the air at the tip of his fingers, and a breeze hovered around him.

There is no doubt that he is a "master of tricks", an ordinary boy who believes in the "phoenix god".

The boy was breathing in the fresh air, his eyes half-squinted, as if he was adjusting to the strong sunlight around him.

Suddenly, the gradually focusing eyes clearly saw the strange wolves around them, motionless, and babbling in their mouths. Struggled violently again.

Unfortunately, his lower body is still stuck in the rubble. No matter how he struggles, he is only hurting himself and adding pain.

In the silence, there seemed to be invisible silk threads extending from infinite heights, pressing on the slate on the boy's body, the roof beams were pulled apart, and his **** legs were constantly healing against the flow of time.

He has been observing the boy's "secret" without saying a word. The "sculpture" of the devil wolf with twisted joints around him lost its support in an instant, no longer roaring strange babble, crashing down without warning, limbs limp and crumpled.

The figure in a black robe walked among the corpses of the demon wolf, ready to leave this city-state that has become a ruined city leisurely.

The boy who had just climbed up from the ground looked around at the surrounding ruins in a daze, until he heard the loud noise of the demon wolf's body falling to the ground, and under the influence of an unknown attraction, he ran towards The figure that was walking away.

In the dream, from Klein's perspective, he kept running like that, following the "mystery" walking ahead, running through the wind and rain, through the spring and autumn, from boy to boy.

Finally, the rapid transformation and the intensified collapse of the picture stopped flowing, and the escaping color suddenly solidified, becoming no different from the real.

"Mystery" and the boy were hiding in a dark cave. In the sky outside the cave, it was raining heavily, and the water curtain that fell from the sky obscured everything, hitting the ground and the entrance of the cave, falling with the wind and interweaving into a net.

The two of them stood by a bonfire, feeling the rare warmth in the crackling burning.

The words of the two seemed to be influenced by an unknown hidden power. Klein, who was hanging in the air, could only hear the last few elvish words of "Mystery".

"my name?"

"...I heard a story, a story about a 'nightmare'..."

"...not a nasty devil wolf...he's a magician, a half-blood..."

"No surname?"

"...How about Ambrosius?"

With a snap, the entire dream stood out with the last syllable of "Mystery" and shattered in response. Klein was once again thrown out by a familiar feeling, and there was a touch of nostalgia and sadness in his thoughts.

Is this the so-called danger? Klein looked at the writing that had returned to normal, and couldn't help recalling what he had just seen.

His right hand climbed up to the edge of the long bronze table again and tapped skillfully.

"The little boy who appeared in the dream just now is a 'master of tricks'?"

Klein, who had previously browsed more information at Chanis Gate, had seen some descriptions of this sequence's abilities in the information about Gnosis.

"If it's really the Sequence Eight of the 'Master of Trick' and the 'Apprentice', is this little boy the 'tracer' described in the previous note?" Klein rubbed the newly appeared text on the note, his eyes widening. The focus is slightly blurred, "The city-state of the phoenix, the original believers, the nightmare, this is more in line with the description of that angel..."

Klein no longer thought about it, but withdrew his attention, pointed at the words, and carefully read the newly appeared words.

This time, the text is no longer a description of the authority of the gods, but instead has become a diary-style text written in the first-person form.

"Amanisis's little actions were discovered by Freguera, but it's a pity that the madman's brain is not very clear, so he wasted such a good opportunity."

"No, I can't say that. It should be said that He was fortunately not aware of Amanisis's little actions, and reminded us how dangerous the authority of 'darkness' is."

"His suggestion is right. Keeping a diary and watching the contents written by yourself repeatedly can indeed effectively stabilize your humanity and spy on your current state.

"Of course, I am more willing to believe that he is simply satisfying his own bad tastes, and is using this opportunity to play. How can a 'Sea of Chaos' master, a powerful 'psychiatrist' need such a tasteless assistance!"

Why do you feel like complaining about a bad friend, and who He and Amanisis are... Klein frowned and turned to the next page.

The text on this page is not as sparse as the previous page, and the content is relatively enriched, but it does not seem to be related.

"Today that guy gave birth to two sons of his own, tsk, in terms of seniority, Roman has two more brothers."

"No, no, why should my students rank with His sons!"

"His symptoms are getting worse, and now I don't even know whether it is the 'God' who usually talks to me again, or the remnant like me."

"Oh, what doesn't change is that whether it's 'God' or Him, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com they are always eager to help me suppress the ravings of 'Heavenly Venerate'. Could this be the hatred between the Beyonder characteristics in the same line?"

"We are only thieves of Beyonder characteristics power after all, and it is impossible to truly become them. I also taught Roman that high-ranking existences will always exert influence on Beyonders under them, even to our level, we cannot get rid of them, or this The degree is where the pain begins."

"God", "Tianzun"!

Klein felt that he had suddenly crossed into the plot of immortal cultivation, and felt a strong sense of absurdity.

"This shouldn't be referring to just two names, what two sons, 'God of Mysteries' must have gone crazy when he wrote this!" Klein tapped the words in his left hand that made him puzzled. There is no clue in his mind, "'Tianzun' may refer to 'Blessed and Yellow Tianzun', did he hear that person's ravings?"

When he first crossed before, Klein had guessed that "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" had fallen. Later, his attention was taken away by this "mysterious god" who suddenly appeared, and he forgot the culprit who made him cross. .

"Could it be that this 'Heavenly Venerate' is indeed dead, and the 'God of Mysteries' is his successor, so he hears his ravings?" A bold guess suddenly appeared in Klein's mind, "This is related to The church's statement is consistent, the high-ranking person in the pathway can affect the members of the low-sequence, but he did not say that the dead one can also, then that He may be similar to the 'mysterious god', the successor of the so-called 'God'... ..."

Klein moved his gaze and continued to look down. Although he was full of doubts at first, his calm brown pupils suddenly widened, as if he had seen something unbelievable, filled with sudden panic.

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