Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me - Vol 2 Chapter 182

In the room behind the Harvest Church, Emlyn, holding a doll in both hands, tentatively looked at Bishop Utravsky and the bespectacled detective standing outside the door.

The noble blood family’s natural and powerful hearing could have allowed him to hear all the details of the conversation between the two, but due to Bishop Utravsky’s absolute control over the church, the invisible wall of spirituality blocked the exit of the room in front of him, and he could only faintly hear it. Jojo saw their mouths move slightly, but couldn’t hear a sound.

After a long time, when Emlyn was almost bored enough to memorize the “Harvest Canon” that he didn’t memorize, the wall of spirituality finally dissipated with the wind, and the tall Bishop Utravsky was Klein beside him. Move out of the way.

“Well, all in all, you can go home now.” Klein glanced up and down at the vampire whose suit was a little wrinkled, “But I want to ask you a few more questions.”

“some questions?”

Emlyn frowned suddenly, but looked at the doll in his hand again, thinking that the other party was a detective hired by his parents to find him, and he brought him a doll he hadn’t seen for a long time, soothing his recent injury. mind.

His inner thoughts were swirling, Emlyn’s eyes wandered, and he happened to catch a glimpse of Bishop Utravsky who was also looking at him. After a moment of silence, he raised his chin in a pretentious manner.

“Although you don’t want to admit it, you are fortunate to have the friendship of the blood clan, and I am willing to answer your questions for you.”

Ignoring Emlyn’s frown again, Klein chuckled lightly.

“Thank you very much for your cooperation.”

“I just wanted to make it clear, did you encounter a strange key before entering this church?”

Under Klein’s inquiry, Emlyn’s eyes suddenly brightened a lot, and he subconsciously glanced at Archbishop Gao next to him, his tone a little flustered and a little annoyed.

“I…I did get that key from a thief.”

“If it wasn’t for the **** thing, I wouldn’t have walked into the church of the Mother Goddess, and was locked in the basement by this old guy until I promised to recite the Holy Mother of God’s scriptures.”

Mother, Mother God?

Klein’s expression was extremely strange for a while.

He struggled to raise his head and looked at the bishop beside him, but only saw a peaceful and kind face, and when he noticed Klein’s gaze, the clear-eyed Bishop Utravsky immediately turned his head and smiled slightly.

It’s only been a few days. Considering the time he had been locked underground, it only took Bishop Utravsky two or three days to convert Emlyn?

I remember Little “Sun” said that vampires are all followers of the ancient **** Lilith, without exception.

Seeing that Emlyn himself didn’t respond, Klein suppressed the doubts in his heart and said to Bishop Utravsky:

“That item came from a Beyonder who has lost control. If I want to exchange that item, what do I need to pay?”

He raised his head laboriously, but in his heart he calculated how much property he still had.

It stands to reason that the characteristics of an “apprentice” are less than two hundred pounds, and the transactions between ordinary Extraordinary people are nothing more than knowledge, materials, and gold pounds, which can be circulated with the world and the general public. The gold pound accepted is hard currency.

Then to Klein’s surprise, Bishop Utravsky pondered for a while, and the light in his eyes also dimmed a lot.

“I hope you can do me a favor?”

Seeing that Klein was still puzzled and silent, Bishop Utravsky sighed slowly and continued:

“I wish you could kill me.”

……

Backlund West District.

An unremarkable black and brown carriage drove slowly towards the intersection of the West Side and Queens.

In the dark carriage, Fabti looked at “Jason Beria” who was sitting opposite, beating the drums with his fingers.

The black-haired and shiny giant dog curled up at his feet. Looking closely, the figure was much larger than before. The blood-red pupils were more chaotic. On the raised back, the dark purple lines accompanied the rhythm of breathing. The constant flickering drove the stubby sharp horns raised on both sides of the deformed head of this ferocious giant dog, trembling and trembling.

Outside the car window, there are fewer and fewer garden houses behind the garden, and more and more low-rise buildings alternate with residences.

Fabti looked into the distance with a feeling, and sneered disdainfully:

“A Sequence Eight ‘cold-blooded’ can kill these people round and round.”

After sending the saint who was in charge of several zero-level sealed items to the periphery of the ruins where Medici was sealed that day, Fabti deliberately inspected the Kingdom Museum where strangely appeared just now, and was pleasantly surprised by the smell of “devil” there. trace.

Wherever you walk, you will leave traces.

Although in the eyes of the world, most of the “devils” crawling out of the abyss are symbols of madness and evil, in the canons of major churches, they often become a negative backdrop to the great power of the saints and the benevolence of the gods.

But from a purely rational point of view, every “devil” has the ability to control rituals no less than a “peeping person”, and moreover, through his innate sensitivity to malice, he can let all people either target themselves, or There are no traces of rituals related to their own realm.

Coincidentally, Fabti was pleasantly surprised to discover that during the ceremony, the little devil of Umbrellad did not choose the grand duke of the other “demon” family who had become the actual controller of the family, but instead took the risk to point directly at himself, who was almost The “dark side of the universe” that has been judged half-dead.

In the special vision unique to “Devil”, a group of people flashing blue light is surrounding a house. The overflowing red and black blood mist felt the breath of that “cold-blooded” kid.

“Go, from the thirteenth, contribute your last value.”

Fabti’s hoarse voice was incomparably clear in the carriage, and the giant dog’s head curled up under his feet did not lift, but just opened his mouth like a yawn, while “Jason Beria” sitting opposite him The movement moved bluntly, the blood in the chest cavity melted, and a jet of darkness enveloped him from head to toe, and instantly collapsed into a sticky piece.

Formless shadows followed the gaps in the floor of the carriage, and bit by bit seeped into the unnoticed underground.

He has lost his real life, and even the characteristics of “Apostle of Desire” have been taken away. Now, with the authority of “Duke of Blood”, “Jason Beria”, whose body barely maintains his previous state, is chasing the joy of the heart of the nearby life.

Ignoring the “Heart of Machines” member who was in front of him, he plunged into a bungalow next to Neus Umbrellad’s original residence, his scarlet eyes without a trace of whiteness stared at him and was stunned. The hostess who was unable to escape, her face with high cheekbones was twisted to the extreme, her saliva-drooling mouth was opened to the limit, and she roared towards the fresh flesh in front of her eyes.

During the jump, the sharp claws of the “demon” were twisted into the shape of a blade, and “Jason Beria”, who had lost his human form completely, shoved his right hand into his mouth. , the left paw frantically ripped open the woman’s chest and abdomen, and like the most skilled doctor, he swiped down the red and white intestines and spleen and took them off.

The shrill screams penetrated the wall and alarmed the “Heart of Machinery” not far away.

The “devil” instinctively called the police to the malicious inspiration, and the little remaining consciousness of “Jason Beria” roared wildly in the soul cell made of blood, hoping over and over again that the “demon” would transform the cage in front of him. smash.

In the haze that was obscured by blood, several figures in black trench coats were approaching, and Jason Beria helplessly watched the members of “Heart of Machines” raise various weapons in their hands.

A torrent of divine brilliance descended from the sky. Unexpectedly, in this dazzling whiteness, Jason Beria didn’t feel the pain of the burning soul, it was just a dazzling force that suppressed it and finally stopped stagnant. Astringent thoughts.

In an illusory hallucination, I don’t know if it was an illusory hallucination, the gray and blue eyes looked aside, and looked at the corpse that he himself built into the wall of his house.

The hollow eyes of the rotting corpse stared blankly at Jason Beria, and the corners of the shriveled mouth raised a little.

The hostess of the house had long since lost her life, and the blood from her internal organs stained the heels of Ikanser’s boots.

He frowned as he looked at the “devil” that was swallowed by the holy light just now, with all the blood transpiring, leaving only a mummified “demon”, and the solemnity in his eyes became thicker and thicker.

His fingers rubbed the silver mirror handed over by his subordinate. After hesitating for a few seconds, the messy-haired captain untied the black cloth covering it. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com asked solemnly:

“Dear Arrodes, is this mummy the murderer who planned the Ripper incident?”

The silver-white mirror fluctuated for a while, and blood-red fonts emerged from the “water”.

“Yes.”

Looking at the affirmative answer, Ikanser breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around and said to the subordinate behind him who was grooming the hostess and handling the scene:

“Quickly inform the church that the murderer of the Crazy Ripper case has died.”

He paused for a moment, and pondered:

“By the way, remember to attach it. I think this operation is too coincidental. It cannot be ruled out that the so-called Crazy Ripper is the product of multiple crimes, and I hope to allow in-depth investigation.”

Seeing one of the team members leave in a hurry, Ikanser, who was still staring at the open space in a daze, suddenly felt a numbness in his hand.

Oops… The trouble in front of him brought him back from his thoughts to reality.

He looked at the mirror in his hand again, and saw that the line of blood was even more crimson.

“It’s question time for Arrodes.”

“You must answer Arrodes’ questions or you will be punished more severely.”

“Okay, tell me, who was the last time you had an ending question?”

Since Ikanser’s last words to his subordinates just now vaguely showed his distrust of Arrodes’ results, Arrodes was angry.

This time he not only gave the question in blood, but read it out loud in Ikanser’s own voice.

brush!

When his eyes suddenly hit, Ikanser covered the mirror with a blushing face, ignoring the searching gazes of others, his upper and lower jaws clenched, and his voice was almost speechless.

“I choose… punishment.”

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