Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me - Vol 2 Chapter 220

Holding the “Long Sword of the Silent One” tightly in both hands, Derrick followed behind the terrifying elder Lovia, alert to the various evil and incomprehensible paintings on the surrounding walls.

Before the departure, the chief specially broke up the original team and changed it to a group of three, and only one of the three needed to keep lighting at all times, while the other two moved forward with the illuminator as the center.

Of course, there are always surprises in the dark, so the rest of the team must also carry fire with them, so that they can quickly glow to protect themselves when the lighting fails or disappears.

Unfortunately, Derrick was taken out of the original group and placed in the group where Elder Lovia was the group leader. Another teammate who accompanied him was a rather raw old man. As for the chief, he was One person in a group.

He stared at the tall figure in front of him with a lantern in his left hand and a straight sword in his right hand hanging beside him. For a moment, the anxiety in his heart was dispelled a lot, and then he became vigilant again.

In the darkness, a pair of purple eyes quietly moved away from Derrick, admiring the murals on both sides, distractedly interpreting the secrets hidden under the pictures describing various disaster scenes.

The bright and generous-looking Lovia gently lifted the hair from her ears and moved forward slowly.

This is the interior of the Temple of the True Creator. Although it has been abandoned, the deepest statue still retains some functions, which can attract the attention of this god.

Four days have passed since she reported the secret here to the chief and organized a team.

In addition to the necessary preparations, in order to guard against the three-headed dragon Loholid, they could go in another direction and cross the entire plain without bunkers before arriving at this city-state.

“Stop.”

Chief Colin Inriat’s deep voice came from the front, and the old man who followed Lovia stopped, the swaying torch swaying with a crimson light.

In the sudden openness, a naked, one-eyed man with dark eyes hangs on the upside-down cross. Her face is like a lake, and the appearance of the idol also shows traces of time, and the spirituality that once existed on it is still gone.

Colin looked at this mysterious sculpture that he had never seen before, and touched the darkness that had been devoutly carved by the craftsman again and again from top to bottom, and the depth in his eyes became more and more solemn.

As Lovia said, the bottom of this statue is painted with the sign of the “Hanged Man” pathway, and the cross was once the symbol of the Lord… Although in the records, it has the “Hanged Man” pathway The **** of authority is only the Lord, even the “mysterious god” can only copy one or two by relying on the power of the “door” pathway, but why is the cross here hanging upside down…

Colin listened to the uneasy heartbeat that only he could hear. His big hand full of vicissitudes took out a bottle of potion from the pocket of his clothes. After drinking it, two dark green mysterious symbols quickly appeared in his eyes.

The “Witcher” itself has a certain ability to identify, and after matching the corresponding medicine, this ability will be strengthened to track and restore the evil spirit and traces, and it is the natural enemy of the evil breath.

“Eyes.” The dreamy purple eyes closed gently, and Lovia suddenly reminded him that the old man holding a torch beside him subconsciously swollen his muscles, staring at her feet, and Derrick, who was holding two swords, also became nervous.

Different from the chief and unknown companions, he has seen the image and logo of the real creator at the Tarot Fair, knows the relationship between this and the “mysterious god”, and also knows that this evil **** seems to have a relationship with the creator of Zeng Jin. Certain relationship.

But Mr. Fool seems to have been avoiding the birth of the real creator and her specific relationship with the Lord, and although this believer of the gods also believes in Mr. Fool, it seems to be regarded as a cult in the outside world.

This can be seen from the first time Miss Justice, Magician and Judgment heard the name Aurora Society.

Derrick, who silently swallowed his saliva, lowered his body and watched the chief who slowly lowered his gaze after a while of silence. He recalled what Mr. Hanged Man had taught, and was ready to pray to Mr. Fool at any time.

The dark green symbol in Colin’s eyes slowly moved down, and finally stopped at the one-eyed place where the only facial features of the real creator **** statue did not resemble the lake. Looking at the faded scarlet, a burst of illusory ravings echoed in his mind instantly.

Thousands of different voices overlapped together, including old people, young people, men and women, who roared and cried, praised and cried in different ways, but they were repeating the same content.

“The Betrayer sets off the cataclysm…tore…she slept…”

There was no useful content in the intermittent words, Colin’s messy silver eyebrows frowned slightly, and he stepped back and looked away.

The Betrayer set off the cataclysm… Who is the Betrayer?

The tall body staggered back, and suddenly, Colin saw the dark fresco hidden behind the dark statue.

Blood-stained pure white sun wheel, tentacled storm cumulus clouds, dirty brass eyeballs…and brightly colored stars in the starry sky!

The description missing from the records quickly appeared in Colin’s mind~www.mtlnovel.com~ The always stable chief was stunned.

After a while, he sighed slowly, turned around, and looked at the flustered old man, Lovia with a cold temperament, and Derrick, who had a complicated expression but worries and tensions were written in his eyes. Sighed:

“The residual spirituality of this statue retains some of the ravings that occurred when the city was destroyed.”

“The city should have been destroyed in a runaway, and all the townspeople were infected.”

“So those human body stumps disguised as fruits outside are all the original townspeople?” The old man holding the lantern quickly regained his composure after a brief panic.

“Those stumps should have been handled by Loholid, otherwise it would be almost impossible to see through their disguise.” Lovia added after considering for a few seconds.

“The ‘Three Heads Sanctuary’ needs a lot of flesh and blood to maintain itself. Those flesh and blood that contain weak pollution are acceptable supplements for him.”

Derrick, who was holding a long sword, nodded approvingly.

Sometimes the beasts in the dark also contain strong pollution. Among the babies born in Silver City this year, several were born deformed because their mothers mistakenly ingested less polluted meat during pregnancy.

Listening to everyone’s conversation, Colin’s old eyes were rarely cloudy. He stared at the flame in his hand, and a little bit of light ignited from the bottom of his eyes.

“Destroy the outside of the temple, leaving only the area where the statues exist. All participants must be quarantined after returning.”

In the dimness, feeling the breeze brought by the old man and Derrick following the orders, Lovia looked at the pitch-black hanging figure and slowly slumped to the ground, just as she usually did when she was praying.

Colin, who had moved to the side of the statue, witnessed all this and remained silent.

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