Chapter 319

In the quiet night, the full moon still hangs high in the sky, dotted with stars as the foil for the full moon. In this almost inconspicuous night, a mysterious person arrives on the mountain road in the distance. guest.

This is a man wearing a black robe, his face is deeply buried by the cloak on the black robe, and his face cannot be seen clearly, but on his dry hands, it can also be distinguished that this is an old man who has passed the vicissitudes of life.

From time to time in his cloak, he coughed dryly, and he could clearly hear the shortness of breath, which unintentionally proved that this was an old man.

Holding a lantern in his right hand, he was walking towards the deeper night without stopping.

He seems to be a bit old, and he doesn't walk very fast. It seems that the surrounding air is also a little chilly, which makes his vicissitudes of life tremble continuously, but his back gives people the feeling that this is not the way to home. direction.

Of course An Lusi knew that the road he was walking was not the direction leading to his warm home, but in comparison, he had more important things to do tonight.

This is a mission, a mission left by his own family after countless years of experience. For this mission, his family is located in this dangerous barren mountain.

For this reason, they abandoned too much, and after an unknown number of years, only An Lusi was left in this family.

He is already a late old man, he often prays, hoping that his ancestors will not blame him, and the mission of the family may be cut off from now on, because he feels that he can't last long.

Just when he felt ashamed of his ancestors that he might not be able to complete the mission, fate finally prayed for him, and just waited for that opportunity tonight, the opportunity to complete the mission.

These are not important, he just wants to complete this mission as soon as possible, so as to get relief, and then return to the embrace of his belief in the gods, not to be troubled by everything in the world, and to become a worry-free person in the kingdom of gods.

For some reason, the silence tonight is terrifying. Usually, there are occasional noises made by nocturnal animals, but there is no sound at this time, and the deep darkness is like a beast with its mouth wide open, quietly waiting for its prey It automatically walked into its huge mouth full of sharp teeth.

Even though the bright full moon is still hanging high in the sky, and the cold moonlight is constantly shining on the earth, it still cannot stop people's fear of the unknown.

He moved forward step by step with staggering steps, maybe this late old man would never come back once he left, but he didn't feel afraid because of it.

Quiet everywhere, seeing off the old man.

I don't know how long he walked, but the light in the lantern in his hand has already been extinguished, and he has abandoned him at some point.

But he seemed to have finally reached his destination, his end.

This is a high mountain, and there are some yellow and rotten branches and weeds everywhere, people can't see the slightest sign of life, but it looks like the outstretched hands of a demon.

If there are people who believe in demons here, they will definitely shout: "Oh! Great demon! Are you welcoming your humble servant?"

But An Lusi is not a person who believes in demons. The god he believes in is an existence that has long been forgotten by the world. His mission is to come to this mountain tonight with the full moon hanging high and the world silent. peak.

Rechanting the name of the gods again and again, using your own blood and soul as a guide, to welcome the return of the gods.

He came to the highest point of the mountain with a few steps, and there was a bottomless cliff in front of him. Anlusi took out a dagger somewhere on his body, and cut his wrist fiercely.

The blood flowed down like a waterfall, but he didn't have any fear. Instead, he handed his wrist to the cliff, his eyes showed a look of fanaticism, and his mouth was not idle. He whispered in that vicissitudes but powerful voice: :

"The existence of the powerful and unknown

Lord of the Rise and Future

wield mystical authority

you with endless possibilities

Your faithful servant Ann Luth Jack Kadar

I am willing to use my blood and soul to pray for you who wandered in the void, your return. "

When the last sentence was finished, his body began to shake involuntarily, apparently a little unable to hold on, but he was still struggling to hold on, until he couldn't hold on anymore, and staggered and fell down.

The blood on his wrist was no longer flowing at some point, it seemed to have dried up, and the brown eyeballs under his black robe had appeared phantoms at some point, obviously his life was not long.

At the moment when he really closed his eyes, he saw a silver, white and purple brilliance soaring into the sky from inside the cliff, isolating the full moon from the night.

In this world, a phantom angel with a pair of intertwined silver, white and purple wings growing on his back, and a body-fitting angel in armor composed of three colors slowly pointed the long sword in his hand forward.

The brilliance of the sky slowly began to compress, including the illusory angel, all condensed into a three-color arrow. Mysterious and exquisite patterns flowed on it, which looked mysterious and abnormal. Then, driven by some unknown force, Heading in one direction, piercing through the void, and flying away.

Anlusi looked at the disappearing arrow and the aura left in the void, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, then he closed his brown eyes, and remained motionless.

After an unknown amount of time, the arrow shot into an unknown place, where one of the mysterious beings seemed to feel something, and slowly opened his eyes.

In a shabby house, a smiling young man flipped through the yellow notes on the table, picked up a quill, turned to a certain page, and wrote on it :start.

Don Woods woke up in a daze, and rubbed the corners of his eyes in a daze, as if he wasn't too used to the environment in front of him.

At this time, he was lying on a recliner, and it seemed that he had spent the damn night in this hard chair because of some work last night.

But I have to say that the reason doesn't seem to be that simple. This is a hut with an area of ​​more than sixty square meters, where all the daily necessities that can be used in daily life are piled up here.

The innermost window seat should be the place where he usually rests. From here, it can be clearly seen that his daily living standard does not seem to be very rich.

Even so, this place should also be a warm nest that belongs to him on weekdays.

But now this small room that can be called home looks messy, with collapsed tables and chairs everywhere, and those flowers and plants that Don Woods seems to be very fond of are no longer known by someone. smashed to the ground.

The house was in a mess, and there were almost no intact items, as if they had been washed and skipped by robbers or gangsters.

A puddle of dried blood could also be seen under the awakened Don Woods, and there was also a broken mark on the clothes in his lower abdomen, which was obviously caused by a sharp dagger.

And all of this seems to mean that something not very pleasant seems to have happened here last night.

He stood up, his steps were a little staggering, like a child who had just learned to walk, a little unsteady.

After he got up, he ignored the headache scene and came to a shattered mirror step by step.

When this broken mirror was complete, it was obviously a bit huge. Although it was broken now, the remaining part allowed Don Woods to see his own face clearly.

The brown hair is a bit messy and entangled on his head. It looks like it hasn't been washed for a while, and some disgusting and disgusting bugs can grow in it.

Under the hair is a man in his twenties, with light blue eyes, a tall nose bridge and a somewhat resolute face.

The face may be due to excessive blood loss, which makes the already fair skin appear even paler.

Generally speaking, this body is the kind of handsome young girl who can attract some young girls who have not experienced much in society.

Underneath is wearing a loose and large pajamas, which may not be appropriate, but this kind of dress in my own home seems to be very reasonable.

If there is not a huge hole in the pajamas and this messy house, it seems that this is really a kind and beautiful picture.

He patted his forehead as if he was remembering something, and he seemed to be receiving something, and he could clearly see his painful and struggling expression in front of the broken mirror.

After a long time, he let out a long breath, and his eyes showed some agility, without the feeling of being a puppet manipulated in a circus just now.

His name is Don Woods, and maybe this name will be used by him for a long time to come.

He is not an ordinary person who becomes a detective under the pressure of life and dreams, and accepts some entrusted tasks in exchange for remuneration.

He also has a name called Archie Davel, a god, or a trace of soul of a god.

As for the real Don Woods, he was dead, in the organized and premeditated killing last night.

These are not important to him, as a god, or the soul of a god, these things have long been commonplace.

The only thing he has to think about now is how to complete what he should do, to help the main body or to say that he can get rid of the seal that has existed for an unknown number of years.

He returned to the reclining chair, and began to recall some of his own thoughts in a flash of thought.

His natal name is Archie. Davier was once an ordinary person in the birth era of the earliest era. Later, because of the recovery of mysterious power, he successfully stood out and became one of the few gods in the world.

He is in charge of the rules of the mysterious and unknown, and because the mysterious and unknown represent the future, he is also called the master of the future.

Later, the number of gods increased. This was supposed to be a feast for the gods, but with the invasion of an unknown force.

This has led to many unexpected changes in the world. This power does not belong to the abyss, nor does it belong to hell, nor does it belong to destruction. This power is more terrifying than the abyss, crueler than hell, and crueler than destruction.

For this reason, the gods jointly agreed, and since then the Era of Alien Abyss has been opened, and it has also led to this era of long-lasting and tragic invasion and resistance.

Archie Davel's memory is only preserved in the process of exploring the abyss shortly after the opening of the abyss era.

It was as if time jumped, he seemed to be able to see the disgusting breath in the strange abyss at the first glance, and jumped for an unknown amount of time after opening the next glance, everything in front of him seemed so unreal.

He didn't know what happened to him, but judging from his experience, he might have been sealed. He didn't know who had such great power, who could make the gods who ruled a rule in the world unconscious seal.

But these can be explored slowly in the future. The most important thing is that someone can help him out of trouble on the periphery. It is obviously impossible to rely on others.

So he sent out a strand of his soul using a special method, and this strand of soul was also transformed into eight paths and merged into the bodies of eight people.

And these eight people also meet two conditions, one is that they must be people who have died not long ago, and the other is that these people have more or less flowed some people who once believed in him, and he bestowed favor on these people. exist.

This means that there are seven other selves in the current world, but I don't know when the seven selves will meet again.

He rubbed his forehead, and began to check the memory of this young detective named Don Woods, even though he can't use much of the authority that belongs to the gods now.

But after he took charge of one side of the rules, he had a fundamental insight into some of the mysteries of the world, not to mention that he now belongs to the existence of a trace of Archie Darwell's soul and the remaining soul of the young detective Don Woods. A brand new Don Woods.

So he quickly found some very useful news for him in this soul.

This made him frowned. This place belongs to the city of Artos, a city that he has no memory of under his influence. The most important thing is that he did not find anything about the gods or those favored by the gods.

In his memory, he only has the experience of living in the city of Altos in these years, and he only knows that the world outside this city is very dangerous, so he has basically never left this city.

As if this place has been isolated from the world, it seems that there has never been news from other cities. He whispered: "No, it's not that there is no, but these people should not have access to that level of news."

"For such a long time, something must have happened during the period, causing the low-level civilians to only focus on the life in front of them, but have no experience to pay attention to other things, and the real truth is always in the hands of those in charge."

Just when he was about to continue sorting out his thoughts and consciousness, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps in the corridor outside, before he recovered himself.

There was a loud noise, and a police officer in a dark green uniform, black leather boots, and a gun in his hand kicked open his wooden door, which didn't look very strong.

After the police officer came in, three people walked in again, two of them were also dressed like police officers, and the other was a middle-aged woman with a fat body and freckles on her face.

The police officer who came in quickly looked around, his eyes were wary, and his right hand holding the gun was also slightly exerted, as if he was afraid that someone would take the gun from their hands by surprise.

But the fat woman with freckles threw herself down in front of Don Woods, crying out loudly.