Lord of the Mysteries v6c32 - Tencent MTL

Although Klein has not been in the forsaken land for less than a week, he has already learned enough about it through the little "sun" that normal human beings, even saints, must use flames to create light when walking in the dark. Otherwise, it is easy to be attacked by dangerous monsters lurking in the depths of darkness, or be secretly swallowed up and disappear without a sound, never to be found again.

At this time, the old clergyman, without carrying an animal skin lantern, walked slowly into the interior of the church where the horse lantern shone through the mist in the darkness.

Had it not been for the depth and calmness of his eyes, without a hint of madness, Klein's first reaction would have been to meet a special monster.

Of course, this normal state and the performance of being immersed in darkness are so contradictory that any creature with an IQ on the standard line can easily come to the conclusion that the newcomer may be more frightening than a special monster.

Klein had only seen one before to be able to walk through the dark unaffected with enough wisdom and spirituality:

Blasphemer, Amon!

Feeling the dim light on his face, the tall old man in a dark clergy robe with a slight bow on his back stopped, looked at Klein next to the statue of the wolf, and asked hoarsely:

"where is the master of this city-state?"

Klein, who is one of those people who can try to solve problems peacefully without fighting strangers, heightened his vigilance and calmly replied:

"I just entered the city, and I don't know where its owner went."

As soon as he spoke, the whole church suddenly dimmed, and the faint fog surged in from the outside, drowning the inside.

The light of the lantern in Klein's hand could no longer illuminate the windows and doorways, and the outside world was so dark that nothing else could be seen.

In an instant, the church, which houses the statue of the wolf, seems to have been isolated from the ancient city of North, not knowing where it is located.

Klein's pupils dilated slightly, and he looked at the clergy with wrinkled faces and white hair and asked in a deep voice:

"who are you?"

The bent clergy replied with an overlooking attitude:

"I am the waiter next to the throne of God, the angel of the word, and I walk in this past place on behalf of the Lord, in search of the blasphemer hidden in the dark."

As he spoke, the figure of the old man swelled to four meters high, followed by pieces of dark illusory feathers, interlaced with light and shadow, woven into four pairs of deep but sacred wings.

"the Angel of the word" Stifler. The waiter next to the throne of God. The land of the past. Is this the family of the true Creator, the man of the Angel of Destiny, the member of the Redemption Rose? No wonder you can walk in the dark, because it is protected by the power of "depravity". Is the evil god still looking for the extraordinary characteristics of the "secret waiter"? Klein had to look up at Steve, who was still dressed in a black clergy robe but had four pairs of angel wings-a high position that still had wrinkles, gray hair and a sense of contradiction in the state of angels.

Klein pretended that he had never been the enemy of the aurora and spoke calmly:

"the blasphemer has long fled, and I am looking for him."

Stiffer, the angel of the word, gazed at Klein for two seconds and asked in a low voice:

"who are you?"

It's hard to get this straight. Klein sighed and smiled.

"I am a lonely traveler."

After he made this answer, he suddenly felt that there was an extremely dark self-generation in his body and settled down, combining with the shadow created by the light of the lantern.

The dark figure then twisted to life and stretched into another German. Sparrow, the gloomy-eyed German with lonely temperament. Sparrow .

This. Klein's eyes shrank, and without hesitation he leaned out his right hand in front of the side and scratched it out of thin air.

At this point, if he had not guessed that Steve was using his "answer", he could join the Aurora and believe in the "Real Creator".

At this moment, he already knows what the "word angel" is.

This is clearly an "evil angel"!

Use the other person's answer to intercept some of them or expand the ambiguity to create a verbal and spiritual effect!

When Klein said he didn't know where the owner of the city had gone, Steve intercepted "I don't know where" and let Klein trap himself and cut himself off from the outside world.

When the angel expresses his identity, every word is raising his level and power.

When Klein answers who he is, he is separated from the self of a "lonely traveler".

Since his appearance in the ancient city of North, Steve, dressed in black clergy robes, has been with strong malice!

And just as Klein tried to summon an image in the pore of history, the gloomy German. Sparrow seemed to be connected with him and grasped the same projection, and the two cancelled each other out.

Seeing that the ability of the "ancient scholar" was restrained, Klein fixed his eyes and did not hesitate to open his mouth and pronounce a word in the giant language.

But the next second, the word was stolen.

Nearly four meters tall, the bent "word Angel" Steve grew a bloody head on his left shoulder, which was very close to his own appearance, but he was much younger and seemed to be only in his forties.

Around the head, there are two skinless, bloody arms that graze different spirits and use their extraordinary ability to steal thoughts and thoughts.

At the same time, a bloody head grew on Steve's right shoulder, and he was only twenty years old in appearance.

These three heads, one herding soul, stealing Klein's idea, one gazing coldly at the target, deepening the "lonely traveler" 's self-knowledge, one mouth opened and closed and said:

"you are lying!

"you are the blasphemer who destroys the birth ceremony of the son of God and interferes with the coming of the Lord twice!

"you are one of the targets I am looking for!"

Klein twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth and then calmly spit out a giant word:

"Leodrow!"

This is the real name of "Lord of the Storm"!

Klein's idea was not stolen because he lined up what he had to do, which was all the same, and the theft of the first part did not prevent him from following the idea.

This is the valuable experience he gained in the confrontation with Amon.

Of course, if we meet Amon again, Klein suspects that similar methods may not work, and that the "god of mischief" will certainly be able to come up with new tricks once he is on his guard.

As soon as Klein's voice fell, there was a flash of silver and white lightning in the eyes of Stevie, the Angel of the word.

They covered the whole city of North, pierced the darkness that enveloped the church, and tore all depravity, secrecy, darkness, uncleanness and wickedness to pieces.

Inside, Klein and that gloomy German. Sparrow was at the heart of the thunderstorm and disintegrated without a hum.

Then the silver-white twisted and horrible electric snake engulfed the surrounding area, engulfed the wolf statue, and engulfed the "angel of the word" Steve.

In the dreary roar, the ancient city of North completely collapsed and became a real ruin.

Opposite the dry riverbed, Klein's historical projection quickly vanished, and the Noumenon returned to the real world.

Then, Klein made a series of "Flame Jump" and distanced himself from the North ruins. In the process, he pulled out the paper man several times and shook it into an "angel" to remove the trace.

The barren plain was silent again, and after a while, the ruins of the church shook, Steve shook off the dust and stones, and stood up slowly.

His all-white hair thinned again, and his dark clergy robes became ragged.

The "angel of the word" left the ancient city of North in silence, discerned the direction and went into the depths of darkness.

Half a day later, a figure approached the ruins of the city-state from the other direction, Klein, who had made a long circle.

He had not had time to inspect the ancient city of North, and he returned in the hope of finding out the clue to the real whereabouts of the original one.

At a distance, Klein repeated the process of looking above the fog, summoning the historical projection, hiding from the ancient fragments, and using the historical projection to summon the historical projection.

After completing the pre-preparation, he set foot on North again, and in absolute silence, he returned to the previous church.

Along the way, the bodies that fell to the ground were either ashes or just a piece of coke, completely losing the sense of horror and weirdness.

"that guy named Steve is not dead. It seems that the remaining storm power here can injure an angel. " Klein stopped at the ruins of the opened church and said to himself with a little regret.

Of course, he was just a little sorry, and he didn't expect to solve an angel so easily.

With his eyes swept, Klein saw a few fragments of the statue of the wolf.

They are dark on the surface and dark red on the inside, so they don't look like common stone.

"these stones are by no means simple, and they don't seem to be nearby products, which can be used by that dark wolf to carve his own idol. Perhaps by tracing their origins, we can find out where the dark wolf is hiding in front of the ancient city of North. As a 'miracle master' or even a 'secret waiter', the dark wolf must be good at removing traces and it is difficult to track his whereabouts directly, but if I can find out most of his previously hidden places, I can peek into his habits and style.

"if you master a person's past, you can predict his future!" Klein took two steps thoughtfully, bent down and tried to pick up a piece of the statue.

Just then, a blackened hand suddenly reached out and stood in front of his finger.

Out of the corner of Klein's eye, he saw that a corpse that had turned into coke nearby stood up at some point.

The charred corpse held a single glass carved out of crystal in the other hand and wore it to the left eye.

Monk! Left eye. Klein's heart tightened at first, and then strong doubts and doubts sprang up.

The next second, the scorched corpse smiled and said:

"Sorry, it's in the wrong place."

As he spoke, he took off the glasses and moved it to the position of his right eye.