Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

When the night watchman patrolling the cemetery was about to return, he found a few new ravens falling on the gate in the distance.

Their feathers are jet-black but not shiny, their eyes like coagulated blood beads are deeply embedded in their sockets, and the focal length of their pupils cannot be seen, as if they are imitations made of glass.

The night watchman looked at the door in amazement, squinting his eyes to find the violation carefully.

No, those ravens that were there just now are different!

Those original ravens became exactly the same as the new ravens, no, it should be said that all ravens are exactly the same!

Suddenly, the raven standing at the top twitched, star-like sparks appeared on his body, and his figure was no longer stable. It seemed that several images from different time and space were superimposed together, and it seemed that it would collapse at any time.

The night watchman in the cemetery immediately opened his arms, opened his lips slightly, and murmured a poem of restful sleep, trying to pull the other party into a dream.

Dreams are the home of the "Insomniac"!

The twitching raven seemed to be affected by the dream, and gradually regained its calm, and the convulsed head lowered.

The night watchman stopped singing and walked forward cautiously.

Suddenly, the raven's neck on the gate turned and moved again, it spontaneously ignited!

Then the second one, the third one, the fourth one... One by one, the ravens spontaneously ignited one after another, turning into fireworks like a meteor explosion.

The night watchman was so frightened that he staggered back several steps, and opened his arms again.

But this time, just as his lips were separated, more than a dozen ravens were squeezed out of the smoke that had not yet dissipated due to the fireworks!

Their eyes glowed with blood-red light, and they were covered in deep blue flames. Their bodies were like phantoms formed by superimposed images of different time and space. , flapping its wings at the same frequency, rushed out of the silent cemetery.

The members of the Nighthawks, who were frightened and left in place, were stunned for a long time. After they suddenly recovered, they quickly chased in the direction where the crows left.

The walking gentlemen and ladies on the Backlund Bridge suddenly felt cold on the top of their heads, and there was a gust of wind blowing through them.

In the distance, a group of ravens whose bodies gradually collapsed swiftly turned and passed over the bell tower of the Backlund Bridge, dragging scattered fragments of black mist, and passed through the hollow of the Gothic spire.

After another sharp turn, the slender and scattered ravens quickly gathered after the headed raven landed on the mast of the giant ship. The half-collapsed bodies quickly collided and merged with each other. Star-like sparks continued to flicker in the aroused black fog. A man with blond half-length curly hair and a black retro trench coat is outlined.

Suddenly, the black mist around him suddenly tightened, leaving only the corners of the windbreaker floating in the air. He stood on the mast overlooking the streets of Hiltons, and the workers on the ship were busy as usual and seemed to notice nothing.

Ps: This is only the first part. Later, I will make another appearance with an adopted character. The specific official appearance time should be in the third volume, so stay tuned.

This is the surviving demigod under the seat of "Mystery" (counting the elves who will not enter the main line, there are less than ten in total), a mysterious mage who turned into an ancient scholar.