Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 50

The storm of light gradually subsided against the pale and dead fire. "Dawn" sprinkled every corner in front of the knight. The high wall made of spiritual flames divided the entire room into two.

Angelboda's vertical eyes hidden under the eagle-head helmet were solidified with orange-red light. Seeing that there were no bones left in front of him, only a piece of ground emitting purple light remained, and he slightly raised his free left hand.

A spirit that was not consumed in the attack just now slid to the light that flew to the ground, stopped next to the Beyonder characteristic that was contaminated by the "primitive witch", held it into the body with transparent hands, and swirled. , plunged into the illusory dark water waves on the floor, and returned to the "underworld" in the depths of the spiritual world.

Behind the knight, Klein and Dunn, who were still conscious, carefully opened their closed eyes under the reminder of their spiritual intuition, and tentatively looked towards the front covered by "river water".

In Dunn's deep gray eyes, a Cyclops half-giant with a height of nearly three meters, wearing heavy armor and an eagle-headed mask is silently examining his direction. The orange-red vertical eyes are pure and bright, attracting attention. his eyes.

A demigod? Dunn moved slowly in the direction of Klein beside him, and his body that had not stood up straight bowed down again.

In the tranquility of the late night, there was a sudden sound of the metal collision of the armor, and Angelboda moved his neck, and the low voice echoed in the narrow space of the helmet, buzzing:

"Are you believers of 'Dark Night'?"

Dunn, who heard the question from this unidentified demigod, felt a huge pressure for no reason.

"We are the night watchmen of the Church of the Evernight Goddess, and this is my captain." Klein, who was beside Dunn Smith, looked at the captain's strangeness, quickly took the question, and answered clearly in giant language.

When Angelboda heard the sudden, fluent giant language, she felt a little dazed for a while. She used Hermes language just now.

After a brief silence, the demigod who seemed to have come from across the times spoke again with a calm tone.

"I'm sorry I took one of your Sealed Artifacts just now. It is impossible for me to return the Sealed Artifact with my own breath to you. As compensation, I will give you a corresponding characteristic."

Corresponding features? Dunn, who could barely understand the other party's words, frowned imperceptibly.

At Angelboda's suggestion, a strange-looking, jug-shaped spirit jumped out of the illusory "river" at her feet, saluted its owner tremblingly, and flew to Dunn. After shaking it a few times, he spat out a "gem" from the top of his head that made people calm just by looking at it, a characteristic of a "psychic".

There was another sound of metal collision. Angelboda looked at Dunn, who was still in the same place and didn't dare to move, and Klein, who had answered her question just now, and was now hiding his curiosity and observing him secretly. He couldn't help sneering, turned around and walked towards the balcony bathed by the crimson moonlight.

In the tinkling sound of the collision, the demigod who suddenly appeared and rescued the Nighthawks gradually merged into the surrounding environment. Around her, different colors were randomly aggravated, twisted and blurred into one after another. Color blocks, the velvet curtains seem to be woven with blood at this time, as if flowing.

After a period of weirdness, the whole scene returned to its original state, only the half-giant who seemed to have walked out of a historical fairy tale disappeared.

The same ability as Mr. Azik? Klein remembered the strange changes in the surrounding environment when Azik woke up in the small town of Ramd, and couldn't help but guess the identity of the half-body just now.

"Captain, the one just now..."

Still staring at the empty balcony, Dunn, who frowned, shook his head lightly, then hurriedly approached Kernley, who didn't know his life or death in the house, and casually ordered:

"Klein, go downstairs to check if there are any survivors...Kenli give it to me."

"Okay." Klein nodded swiftly, and looked at the collapsed Kernli with some heart palpitations, as well as the **** red and black stumps next to him. The sadness and depression in his heart were separated by two weeks. After that, it reached the top again.

Kernli is also preparing to marry his fiancée this year... Klein was in a low mood, carefully jumped over the floor that had been destroyed by the terrifying storm of light just now, and slowly approached the building leading to the first floor. ladder.

Just now, although Angelboda consciously used the "underworld" river water summoned by his "ferryman" ability to protect the surface of the floor, preventing the attack from spreading, causing the entire house to collapse.

But after the terrifying attack swept through, the floor on the left half of the entire second floor still seemed to have been plowed, with ravines and cracks intertwined, cutting the originally luxurious brown wood floor into pieces.

With the light of his spiritual vision, Klein finally stood on the stairs leading to the first floor of the house. Looking at the stairs that had been partially broken, he couldn't help but have a headache and put his hands on his forehead.

His legs were tensed, his waist quickly retracted, and he crossed the not too wide crack. In order not to roll down directly like a wheel, he could only speed up the alternating speed of his legs, and his posture came down to a funny position. building.

Just as he approached the living room where the servants gathered, he smelled a rancid stench that could not be concealed. Resisting the urge to cover his nose and mouth with his hands, he slowly turned the corner and turned his eyes to the living room.

The gas lamp that was supposed to be on had burst at this time and landed on the carpet mountain below, and the crystal ornaments collapsed, reflecting the crimson moonlight scattered outside the window.

In Klein's field of vision, dozens of bodies were either lying flat or leaning against each other, occupying the very spacious living room.

These bodies, which were still alive ten minutes ago, have turned yellow at this time, the skin and muscles on the body surface have decayed into a pool of mud, and the internal organs inside the skeleton are also festering and black, exuding a pressing stench.

Such disgusting "body" is displayed in different ways, forming a formation that seems to symbolize some evil symbol.

"This is the ritual that Mrs. Sharon will complete without sacrificing herself, a sacrificial ritual?" Klein looked at the deceased all over the place and thought to himself.

After walking around and confirming that there were no survivors, he raised his head to feel the surrounding environment, and returned to the stairs he had just descended, ready to go up to meet the captain.

After a run-up, he jumped over the obstacles on the stairs vigorously, and took a few steps to get to Mrs. Sharon's bedroom.

His leather shoes stepped on the carpet that stretched to the front of the door, and the soft fluff canceled the sound of the soles.

Just when he adjusted his mood and was about to step in and help the captain collect the body for Kernli, his bookish face froze, and his brown pupils expanded uncontrollably.

He saw that the captain was lying beside Keenli, with his head buried in his neck, his nose twitched slightly, as if he was sniffing some delicious food.

Suddenly, Dunn with blood on the corners of his mouth looked at Klein, who was standing at the incomplete door frame. His face, which had already left traces of time, was filled with undisguised excitement, and his deep gray eyes were not like normal.

"Klein, Kernli is still alive."

Still alive... Klein's spirit was lifted, and he immediately threw out the guess that he had subconsciously thought up in his mind just now, and dashed towards the captain and Keenli regardless of the danger. fall.

He limped towards Kernley, touched the inner pocket of his trench coat with one hand, and tried to touch Kernley with the other, feeling his breath.

After a few seconds of silence, he slowly exhaled, looked up at the captain, and asked tentatively:

"Would you like to give Kernli the medicine first?"

Dunn shook his head in denial without hesitation, checked the section of Kernli's left arm that was covered with frost, and immediately said:

"The medicine we usually use is similar to a medical booster, which may have the opposite effect. Now get out of here and I'll drive. You are responsible for paying attention to Kernli's state and sending him directly to the hospital."

Klein's hand stretched out inside the windbreaker twitched, and then he moved it out. There was nothing in his hand.

"Then now, I'm afraid Kernli won't last long."

Dunn looked at Klein's stiff movements and dodging eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and a wry smile appeared.

"it is good."

Then the two acted quickly, carefully carrying Kernli down to the second floor one after the other, restraining the impulse in their hearts, quickly walked out of Mrs. Sharon's house and garden, and transported him to the night shift parked farther away. on the carriage.

Dunn didn't delay. He quickly took the seat of the coachman. He didn't care to sort out his tattered clothes. He took off his coat and threw it to Klein who was sitting in the compartment behind him.

"Put it on Kernley."

Without waiting for Klein's response, he raised his arms and raised the reins.

With the blessing of Dunn's skilled driving skills, this unadorned, black-based carriage was not too fast, and the carriage drove smoothly to the nearest hospital.

They avoided obstacles along the way and reached their destination in only about twenty minutes.

Dunn, who was sitting in the driver's seat, quickly turned over and got out of the car, ran to the entrance of the carriage, and joined forces with Klein again to carry Kernli into the hospital where there was no light.

Following the nurse's exclamation, the hurried footsteps of the overtime doctor, and Klein's calm voice explaining his identity, Kernli was successfully sent to the operating room.

Dunn, who had been busy all night, looked at Klein, who had obviously lost his strength beside him, and suggested in a low voice:

"I can guard this place, and you can go home and rest for a while."

Klein kept rubbing his forehead, which was already in pain, feeling the emptiness and tingling of his brain, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"If I go back like this, I'll scare my brothers and sisters. I'll just rest here. If Kernli is in need, I can also help."

Dunn was surrounded by persuasion, but nodded slightly, and then found a place to sit by himself.

Klein looked at the captain with a normal face and no weird behavior. He left silently and sat in the corner of the wall opposite the captain. Once, his right hand stretched out to the inside of the windbreaker, his palm bent, as if he was holding something, leaning against the wall. Putting his head in his knees, he soon fell asleep.

Dunn observed Klein's subtle movements, glanced a few times, and sighed involuntarily, his hands clenched and loosened, his face with a straight nose bridge inevitably showed obvious fatigue, and his back gradually hunched.

"It's great that there are no Extraordinary characteristics, no Extraordinary characteristics."

When he lowered his head and murmured, Klein, who was sleeping against the wall, seemed to relax.

"Klein, Klein." Klein, who was curled up in the corner, frowned slightly under the harassment of the outside world, opened his eyes in a daze, stared at the obvious dark circles, and looked at the cub who disturbed his sleep kind.

In his blurry vision, Leonard, who is very rare and well-dressed, is shaking himself innocently. Next to him is another colleague of his, who is concerned about Luo who is watching Klein. Yao.

The sun is really poisonous... Klein looked away, opened his mouth and sighed, and then, as if remembering something, his body suddenly became tense, and suddenly asked his colleague:

"How is Kernli?"

Luo Yao, with silky black hair, blinked his big eyes and replied in a calm tone:

"It's out of danger."

Leonard on the side also nodded in agreement:

"His left hand was frozen by Mrs. Sharon's attack, but it stopped the bleeding. The real danger is internal bleeding, which requires a long period of rest."

"It's fine." Klein tried to get up, but UU reading www.uukanshu.com found that his body was curled up and slept all night, and the joints seemed to have been hit by a hammer, swollen and painful everywhere, and almost collapsed to the ground .

He declined Leonard's kindness, propped up his body against the wall, glanced at the hospital hall where no one was there, and said in a puzzled tone:

"What about the captain?"

Pulling his fingers on the collar, Leonard, who looked unnatural, unbuttoned a button and replied casually:

"The captain was also examined by the doctor this morning. His leg was cut and he is now being bandaged."

Luo Yao, who was on the side, spoke quickly and added:

"If it weren't for the fact that you weren't injured, the captain also told us that you were very tired, and we were going to drag you up and let the doctor check it out."

Klein listened to the implicit concern of his teammates, and the solemnity in his heart eased slightly. He recalled all the suspicious things the captain had last night, shook his head, a smile twitched at the corners of his mouth, and said in a calm voice:

"thanks."

Luo Yao, who suddenly received the thanks, was a little embarrassed, and adjusted his posture unnaturally. On the other hand, Leonard, who was beside her, responded with a smile, without any resistance.

When we were at a stalemate with Mrs. Sharon and were about to be in danger, it was the captain who cleared the siege; Kernli was not injured twice because the captain immediately knocked him out of the radiation range of the sealed object; in the end, the captain was just confirming whether Kernli was real or not. death, just normal behavior, just normal behavior...

Klein's tightly pursed mouth suddenly loosened, he breathed a sigh of relief, and shook his head vigorously, as if to empty all the troubles that plagued him.

With an unnatural smile on his face, he asked Leonard in a brisk tone:

"Can I borrow some money? I seem to be hungry."

Chapter end