Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me - v2 Chapter 244

City of Silver, at the top of the round tower, in the chief room.

The flickering candlelight was projected on the unadorned wooden table, dragging a long, deformed shadow on the ground.

Colin Inriart sat quietly in the chair, eyes closed.

If you ignore his exaggerated height, at this time, the chief who personally killed several demigod monsters and supported the City of Silver to stumble through the darkness for decades is almost the same as the old man who can be seen everywhere in the outside world.

He was sitting in front of a full-length mirror that was out of tune with the simple room. The sterling silver outer frame and the delicate withered flowers made this mirror look like something that could be produced in the Forsaken Land.

Of course, this is also the case.

The gray-haired old man with deep scars on his face opened his eyes. His right hand, which is not shriveled, was holding a pocket watch with a delicate shape. His light blue eyes stared deeply at the face that was older than himself. Big – a mirror that seems to have been handed down from the era of the Creator’s rule.

The deep and vicissitudes of light blue stared at himself in the mirror, at the image that was almost identical to himself, his eyes slowly moved back, and looked behind him.

In the mirror, the white pocket watch he held tightly was exuding a faint light, distorting the darkness behind him, and the silhouettes that did not belong to this time were hidden in the shadows that were not rich, and his eyes met Colin.

Those were the parents, sons, daughters-in-law, grandsons that he personally executed in the past 80 years…and his brother who died silently underground and never saw the last face.

If Derrick was here at this time, he would definitely be able to find out what was the strong sense of discord in his heart when he met the mysterious old man in the underground cell.

In the mirror, his head is no longer split, and he silently looks at his younger brother. The eyes of the two are so similar, and they don’t want to, condensing two completely different lives.

“Dong Dongdong.”

“Please come in.”

Colin suddenly turned over the palm of his hand holding the pocket watch, stood straight at the closed door, and the illusion in the full-length mirror was swept away.

The old wooden door was slowly pushed open, and a silver ash appeared in the gap.

The bright and elegant Lovia nodded slightly to Colin, still wearing the same dark purple robe.

“Chief, what’s the matter?”

She unabashedly looked around the shabby room, and finally stood about one meter in front of Colin, looking up at the old man who was nearly two heads taller than her, trying to read something from the other’s eyes.

Colin’s light blue eyes were still vicissitudes, as if nothing had happened just now.

“Have you been in a stable condition recently?”

Lovia frowned imperceptibly.

“not bad.”

She was a little surprised that the chief would ask such a nonsense question.

“Derrick told me the name of the existence he tried to pray to when he was parasitized before.”

Colin’s eyes stayed between Lovia’s eyebrows, trying to see something.

It’s a pity that Lovia just nodded slightly, as if hearing a news that couldn’t be calmer.

“It’s a very unexpected name. To be honest, it’s like the name of the creator. I haven’t heard it for a long time.” Looking away, Colin continued.

“He said that the one who was called the ‘mysterious god’.”

A voice almost sighing lightly swept across the room, Lovia still stared at Colin expressionlessly, and there was no fluctuation in her light gray eyes.

“You don’t seem surprised by this.” Colin shook his head, and his words were somewhat straightforward.

But before Lovia could answer, the old man put away a rare sigh, and a pair of dark green symbols appeared in his eyes at some point, staring straight at Lovia.

“Do you think this is true?”

This is asking what the Lord means… Feeling the invisible oppression from the “Demon Hunter”, Lovia felt a little funny for a while.

This was the first time she had seen such an expression on the chief’s face.

Hope, nervousness, and… fear.

With a slight sigh of relief, Lovia’s cold expression finally revealed a smile.

“I hope and think it’s true.”

As she said that, she raised her right hand, feeling the heat from her abdomen, looking at Colin’s clenched right hand, and said casually:

“Didn’t you already receive a gift from that one?”

“I think you should have gotten an answer from Mohu, but you just lack the approval of others.”

“You are afraid, afraid that your decision will lead the City of Silver down the wrong path.”

A slightly hoarse mature voice echoed in the closed room, and for a while, there was no sound at all.

The light blue eyes were slightly enlarged, and Colin looked at the elder who was also hiding a secret in surprise. After a long time, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

“You’re right, I’m scared.”

The wry smile became more and more obvious, and Colin’s gradually wandering eyes swept to the full-length mirror beside him, rubbing the pocket watch in his palm, and the phantom hidden in the shadows reappeared.

He looked at the people who had gone away, and the old voice became firmer.

“Although we can’t fully trust the person behind Derrick, we don’t seem to have the right to choose.”

Spreading his palms, Colin stretched out the silver-white pocket watch to Lovia and said in a statement-like tone:

“This sealed item made by Amon of the ‘Parasite’ can speed up or slow down the flow of time in a short period of time, and can even barely perform the miracle of reversing time.”

“As long as the user carries it on the body, it will actively absorb the spirituality of other people nearby, and even after smearing blood, there is a chance to steal an extraordinary ability of the enemy.”

Colin stared at the pointer that was moving, and the five fingers that were spread out gradually exerted force.

“Of course, it will also steal the user’s spirituality, extraordinary power, and even life irregularly. Although it can be avoided through firm will, once blood is applied, this side effect is almost inevitable, and there will be no more way to avoid it.”

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“And its second side effect…” Colin’s statement stopped abruptly.

He looked at Lovia with complicated eyes and shook his head silently.

“Actually I don’t think it’s a side effect.”

“This Sealed Artifact will make people see illusions in the mirror, sometimes regrets, sometimes things they desire, but it will not read or affect the user’s heart.”

Under Colin’s gaze, Lovia’s expressionless face finally trembled.

The “shepherd” subconsciously wanted to reach out and grab the pocket watch that was walking, but restrained his movements, and after a long time, he sighed sadly:

“Maybe this is the sincerity of that person.”

Colin nodded slightly in agreement, flipped his right palm, and the silvery white disappeared.

He looked out the window where the lightning was still there, the sky alternated between light and dark, and he stopped for a while before continuing:

“It is with this item that I plan to prepare another exploration in the near future.”

“I’ll tell Shirmon about these things…” Colin looked back at Lovia, wondering what he was thinking.

“According to the records, there is a city in the northwest of Silver City that originally believed in the ‘God of Mystery’… This exploration is still in charge of you and me.”

……

The solidified gray fog traverses the main continent, stubbornly standing on the wilderness, and has not changed for a long time, as if time has been stopped from the beginning of its birth, only to faithfully fulfill its mission.

The altar that once prayed to the gray fog has been abandoned. In the open space several hundred meters away from the gray fog giant screen, a stone pillar that appeared out of thin air stood among the mounds, holding a huge dragon looking down.

“Lord Loholid.”

A not-so-old voice broke the peace here, adding a bit of anger to the thunderous wilderness.

Moon City High Priest Nim nodded slightly to the giant dragon perched on the stone pillar.

“This is the monster you need.”

The old high priest opened his mouth slightly, and spirit bodies of different shapes flew back between his teeth. His illusory face closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep again.

With only one head exposed, Loholid raised his head and swept across the various monsters placed in front of the stone pillar. His blood-red eyes were suddenly dyed with a brass color, and the illusory particles were dyed under the authority of the Prophet. Shadow, the mouth of the giant dragon imitating the authority of the “parasite” opened slightly, and the unconscious monsters in front screamed, turning into an old mummy in an instant.

“Today I will ask my Lord to grant you miracles.”

The dragon on the stone pillar digested the lifespan it had just swallowed, his eyes turned blood red again, and the muscles on both sides of his neck were surging.

Since he came to Yuecheng, he has used several purification rituals to win the trust of the residents here, and at the same time, with the help of the divine power of the “mysterious god”, he has cut off Yuecheng’s prayers to the gray fog that have lasted for thousands of years.

Although his level has not yet learned about the old days, as a giant dragon that has lived for nearly three thousand years, as a giant dragon who has experienced the heyday of the Creator, he is very clear that Sequence Zero is not the end of promotion.

Thinking of this, Lohollid raised his huge body, looked into the distance, stared at the orange-red torches on the horizon, and his voice was deep.

“I will pray to the Lord to give you a certain amount of food. Of course, this will not meet the needs of everyone in your city-state.”

Nim’s already bowed head buried deeper.

“Praise the great ‘mysterious god’.”

“All of this comes from the gods’ care, we will collect more sacrifices…”

“Don’t be so restrained.” Loholid interrupted Nim’s words, and looked at the “Night Watchman” who was always vigilant in front of him, and was a little dazed for a while.

Since the fall of this continent, he has seen too many difficult seekers in the dark, and he himself has played many disgraceful roles before being reinstated by the Lord.

If it was before, I should have used violence to hunt down all the demigods in this city-state and turn this city-state into my own pasture…

“Since you are familiar with the ceremony, you should know that my lord, like the glorious creator, is a benevolent existence.”

“Although my lord believes in the creed of equal exchange, she is more willing to show her mercy.”

Loholid held his head high, looked at the gray fog behind him solemnly, and looked at this strange barrier that originated from the same source as the Lord’s power, and said respectfully with a little fear:

“The Lord appreciates your loyalty to the Creator, and even more appreciates your perseverance and determination to persevere in the dark for many years.”

“She is willing to give you redemption selflessly, just as the Creator did in the past.”

Loholid looked at Nim, and the hideous dragon head evoked a smile.

“Wait and hope, our chance to get out of this darkness is coming.”

……

“His Excellency the Archbishop.”

The heavy stone door slowly opened, Sost looked at Saint Anthony who came out of the ground, and quickly lowered his head.

This old man with no beard and deep eyes just stood there, making people feel unstoppable, but at the same time his pure eyes can always smooth the fluctuations in the hearts of others, and there is no dark feeling at all.

“Neus Andrellard has indeed converted to the goddess.”

A very penetrating voice penetrated into the hearts of every red glove present, and Anthony Stevenson, whose eyes contained a deep and peaceful gaze, swept his gaze, stared at Soest, and said in a hurry:

“The information given by Neus Andrellard is basically credible. There was a conflict between the ‘Ancient Demon’ and the Blood Worship.”

“This is our chance to tackle the ‘devil’ in one fell swoop, but it’s also a bigger danger.”

“The Archbishop of the Church of Steam, Horamick, and I will be personally responsible for everything related to the ‘ancient demon’. The red glove team you lead will investigate the cross-shaped sewer hubs in the Backlund Bridge area one by one from now on. You can recite it when necessary. my honorable name.”

To have the two archbishops dispatched together?

Hearing St. Anthony’s explanation, Sost was surprised at first, and then he straightened his back hurriedly:

“Yes.”

Seeing the archbishop nodding slightly, he unconsciously swept to the underground that seemed to contain extreme fear, and tentatively said:

“His Excellency Archbishop, what should we do with Andrellard next?”

Saint Anthony slowly turned around and looked at the Divine Emblem of the Night Goddess, which was constantly emitting a soft glow on the heavy stone door, and familiarly outlined the outline of the crimson moon on his chest.

“We should not restrict the freedom of lambs who have lost their way.”

The archbishop seems to have a profound emphasis:

“Since Neus Andrellard has abandoned his wrong beliefs and devoutly converted to the goddess, we should naturally treat him as a compatriot.”

“When his confinement period is over, I will apply to the Holy See for him to join the ranks of the Nighthawks.”

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Sost looked at the archbishop in shock, and he didn’t calm down after a long time.

Although he knew that there must be political and church image considerations, after all, even the former “devil” believers can accept it, and it can show the magnanimity of the goddess, which will only facilitate the communication between the night watchers and the wild Beyonders in the future.

But emotionally, it is still difficult for him to accept a future “demon” colleague.

Anthony’s calm gaze slowly swept over. The saint seemed to see the doubts of his subordinates and said softly:

“News Andrellard has given up the opportunity to continue his promotion. He only hopes that the church can heal his broken arm.”

“There’s nothing wrong with a ‘cold-blooded’ voluntary under supervision.”

Slowly heaving a sigh of relief, although he still couldn’t accept such an arrangement, Sost still tapped around his chest reverently, facing the holy emblem on the heavy stone door, and lowered his head.

“Praise the goddess for her tolerance.”