Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Amon pushed up the monocle of his right eye, and an unnatural stream of light passed over it: "But this is not what I did, this is the 'loop' left by Zoya. If you have a moral conscience about this The resistance should be directed at Him, not me."

Esther turned her head in disbelief: "Isn't that crow squatting in the nest your clone?"

"yes."

"Then what are you talking about? Don't act like a victim. This is not something Zoya can do alone."

Not to mention that I already know that you have no such thing as a moral heart. Esther sneered in her heart, but did not say it directly. She knew that she was still at a disadvantage, at least she shouldn't break up with Amon on the surface.

Amon's eyes suddenly narrowed: "I'm just helping you recognize the reality. Gods are all existences similar to me, including the big snake and the 'Hanged Man' you saw."

"Orochi?"

"Ourolius's nickname."

But Esther heard that Amon's words were referring to another god, "The Fool".

This made Esther even more amused. Amon really knew nothing about "The Fool". Esther had been saved by "The Fool" and had a glimmer of hope of relief. No one would be willing to let go of that person in hell. A spider's silk, Esther is no exception.

In this regard, Amon's transaction would be difficult to impress Esther in any case, not to mention that Esther is also a "thief", and she will not forget that Sequence 8 is a "scammer".

"An unrelated question, have you ever been in contact with the Aurora Society?" Amon asked with a smile.

Esther suddenly felt alert: "I have seen him, but I haven't had much contact with him."

Amon noticed her tense shoulders and deliberately took another step in front of Esther, which made Esther subconsciously take two steps back, widening the distance between her and Amon.

"If you are not used to it, I can also communicate with you in the form of a crow."

Esther spent a lot of effort not to show her hatred. Her originally indifferent mood frequently became turbulent after meeting Amon: "Thank you, no need to."

Amon pushed up his monocle, and a sudden memory appeared in Esther's head.

It is true that he cannot steal, but that does not mean that Amon cannot give something away through "return" and forcefully give it to the other party who is not willing to accept it.

Esther felt an unnatural buzzing sound in her head again, as if she might fall into coma next moment.

"What you gave me is not just memory..." Esther clenched the "pale bone nail" in her right hand and kept repeating to herself in her mind that she must not attack rashly. She could not defeat Amon's true form.

Amon looked troubled, as if he felt very sorry for Esther's calm performance:

"Of course, there is also the pollution contained in the memory, which is a good condiment. But Zoya's design is really clever. Even if he is not dominant, you can still use his ability.

"Don't be so dissatisfied. You can calm down and take a look at the part of the memory I gave you to understand their true colors. If you think it doesn't matter, then you can abandon your poor moral heart and accompany him to go crazy."

Even if I knew His purpose, knew that He was trying to alienate the little trust I had just developed in Hels and Ourolyus, and understood that I should never listen to any guiding words from His mouth...

But when Amon said this, Esther's brain subconsciously mobilized the extra memory to understand the conversation in further detail.

Even the smell of blood in her memory was so strong that it made her feel physically nauseous.

Esther can be sure that Amon did it on purpose. The simple memory is more hazy and fuzzy, and there is absolutely no sensory stimulation that is so clear that it makes people sick.

The main perspective of the memory kept shaking. It was obvious that "I" was running hard, trying to escape from the strangely decorated mansion. The crimson moonlight spread through the neat floor-to-ceiling windows, kissing the blood on the escapee's hands.

But eventually a shadow emerged from the corner and pounced on the people trying to escape. The pain of being devoured blood and flesh made "I" scream, and a bird flapping its wings was startled outside the window.

This memory is just one of them.

When Esther detached herself from these memories and stabilized her cognition, she subconsciously covered her mouth. She felt more nauseated than fearful.

"I told you, don't be fooled by the appearances they show you. This is the true face of the 'Hanged Man'. As for Zoya's true face, you have seen it now. You can have naive expectations. Seek their help." Amon spread his hands towards the town behind the light, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

His eyes under the monocle are as dark as a well:

"I even know that you still have the protection of the night, but do you know that He was also involved in the betrayal of my father? The night here contains some of His remaining divine power, as well as the darkness outside...

"He once tried to completely uproot and hide this entire town, even though this was our preparation for Zoya to stay. The night is the true god who controls the 'secret'. There is no reason why Zoya and I are so naive. It’s a little secret, He can tell who this town is pointing to just by looking at it.”

Esther subconsciously covered the Holy Emblem of Darkness with her hand, unable to say anything.

She looked inside the light curtain again, and a carriage carrying a large amount of knitted goods crashed into it, disintegrating into dots of light a few steps away from her. When the sun rose on a new day, the driver and horses appeared again. Will appear here and repeat the process of disappearing again.

After a long time, Amon stretched out his hand and knocked on the solid light curtain: "I also heard that Zoya was the 'star of hope' that accompanied the night before following my father."

"Who told you that?"

"A bigot."

Esther felt that she shouldn't believe a word, but the special ability of "spiritual intuition" to accept information allowed her to clearly distinguish what Amon said - when a "scammer" told the truth, He even acted too sincerely, which was what frightened her the most.

Esther's fingers rested on the edge of the cloak, touching the bright red with a little warmth. She tried to seek explanation from "spiritual intuition", but "Zoya" stopped moving at all after approaching this place. .

Esther glanced back at the black mist that floated like a veil: "What you heard is true. I once dreamed about Zoya's memories, the goddess of the night and Ouroleus, and..."

Amon urged her to continue with his eyes: "Any more?"

"Dazhbog."

The smile on Amon's face appeared again, but it was quite shallow, with a strange sense of reminiscence: "I haven't heard this title for many years, what does it mean?"

"I have no idea."

"That's a real shame."

This was a sincere statement, Esther could hear it, and Amon seemed a little dissatisfied that she didn't know anything about it.

However, Amon did not expand on the topic of this title: "By the way, it is necessary to say one more thing. The dream in which the dark night and the big snake appear at the same time is basically not a dream. It is almost a phantom of the wrestling between the two."

"As a result, the dream collapsed very quickly." Esther rubbed her forehead. The previous memories related to the Aurora Society were gradually fading away. After talking about other topics, the discomfort caused by excessive blood was quickly fading.

Amon pushed up his monocle happily: "That's right, you also mentioned this to me. But I didn't expect that He would come to you so early. It can only be that Zoya deliberately contacted the night. Otherwise, His luck, how could you be in danger of your life and even have to live in Chanis Gate?”

"What are you talking about? I'll follow you anytime - whatever you want."

Esther realized Amon's meaning halfway through her words. He directly put what Esther had told Xiao Qi directly on her head. This made Esther's anger that had finally calmed down begin to bubble out again.

"Are you angry?" Amon asked, and it was hard not to think that he was deliberately provoking.

"Yes, I'm angry."

"Shouldn't that be a good thing for you?"

Upon hearing such an understatement, Esther's figure flashed and was already in front of Amon. She tightly pulled up the collar of Amon's black robe and stared at him angrily.

Amon smiled slyly and lowered his head, even slightly leaning forward to obey the pull. He looked back at the lady grabbing him by the collar, like a fish struggling in a stagnant pond, wondering if it had the ability to jump out of the pond.

She knew there was nothing she could do, but she was still angry about the destined outcome. Why? Why would Zoya choose such a person? Is it because He has his own understanding of human nature? Or is it because of the instructions left by his father?

Amon was looking forward to Esther's further actions.

Esther noticed that he looked into her eyes, but her gaze went beyond the existence of "Esther" and she was always just staring at the circular star mark.

"If you want to confront 'Zoya' so much, then steal my thoughts and try to parasitize me!" Esther's voice was low, cold because she was suppressing her anger. "Is it possible that you are still afraid? ?”

Esther's hands on Amon's collar loosened uncontrollably and hung down softly, her strength being stolen away.

But the next moment, the stolen control power was returned. Amon pinched his right eye socket: "Of course I can get rid of Zoya's ability, but I will also find it troublesome. His pollution is silent. Even the true God may be affected.”

"How is it possible? You are great gods and angels, existences that mortals can't even imagine..." Esther took two steps back, put her face in front of the light screen again, and cast her sights on the town. Compassion dilutes the anger deep inside.

The voices from the towns have never completely stopped.

Amon clicked on the city within the light curtain: "If your god is just a thought that can erode your understanding of yourself, then who are you? You will forget who you are on the road to longing for light, Your destiny becomes His thread, and His destiny becomes your destination.”

Esther's lips moved, but no words came out.

"This is the truth about Zoya's ability to anchor others. We are the same."