Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Esther turned around and strode into the black mist: "I'm different from you."

"You always deny this, but 'you' are Zoya." Amon followed her naturally, walking behind her like a shadow gathered by black mist.

"I'm not." Esther said without looking back.

I am Li Xing, I am Esther, definitely not "Zoya"!

Only on this point did Esther have an extremely firm belief.

Even if the world where "Li Xing" is located has suffered terrible destruction, even if the name "Esther" will always be forgotten by the people who have interacted with it, I am still me...

"What if this is also Zoya's expectation?" Amon's smiling voice sounded.

Esther glanced back at Him disdainfully: "That won't change anything, I am who I am."

After Esther walked out of the black fog, the footsteps following her stopped.

Amon's voice came from behind her: "You will take back these words one day, Zoya."

"I told you, I'm Esther!"

Esther no longer suppressed her anger, and the "pale bone nail" pointed behind her, and the hood slid back her head, revealing her eyes that would emit light in the dark. The mark was slowly getting lighter, and her eyes were gradually becoming brighter. Restore.

But there was no one in the direction where the sound had just come from.

A black crow feather slowly fell down, like a mirror, reflecting Esther's powerlessness over her own destiny, and also seemed to be mocking her stupidity of not distinguishing between true and false, good and evil, from the past to the present.

Esther turned back and pulled up the hood of the bloody cloak to cover her hair.

——

Among the stone pillars.

Esther sat here to rest again. If she wasn't worried about the dangers nearby after she fell asleep, or that "Zoya" might control her body and make some unpredictable actions, Esther would really like to have a good sleep.

Since meeting Amon, her brain has been like a CPU that is overloaded all the time. It has not caught fire yet, thanks to Zoya's additional forced cooling state.

After the marks in her eyes disappeared, Esther's emotions began to fluctuate again, breaking away from the indifferent but alienated state. This gave her a strange feeling of being taken out and then put back into her emotions again.

This is of course related to Zoya, and it is also very similar to the state shown by Ourolius... But when I mentioned Medici, he seemed a little sad. Is it my overly sentimental fantasy?

Thinking of the memory that Amon deliberately retained, he deliberately showed the victims of the Aurora Society to Esther, which still made Esther, who accepted Hells' kindness, feel uncomfortable. At that time, "spiritual intuition" was full of resistance, and Zoya's refusal to communicate was because Hells was still fighting against the Seven Gods?

It's not like He cares about the life and death of ordinary people, otherwise there wouldn't be such a chaotic town where life and death are superimposed.

Esther touched her forehead, and finally gave up the idea of ​​going to Silver City to take a look. Now was not the time, and she had a vague premonition in her heart.

She did not hesitate anymore and decisively recited the honorable name of Ouroleus, praying to him that she could leave this continent. After praying, Esther stood up, stole the dust on her body and threw it aside.

She looked up at the top of her head, and another bolt of lightning split the darkness.

Unlike the dream where I met the goddess of the night, Hells did not let me directly enter his divine kingdom, but only communicated with me briefly on the periphery. But unlike what he saw in the dream during the Tingen period, He seemed to have some spare power to suppress his crazy state...

Is it because we met? Or did Zoya anchor His knowledge without me knowing? Maybe there are two reasons, but Zoya can only help to a limited extent, so He wanted to let me leave as soon as possible, because he knew that I couldn't accept His madness.

Esther had to admit that the memories Amon gave her would affect her view of Hells to some extent.

Ouroleus arrived very quickly, which made Esther suspect that He had been praying next to Hells. Apart from that, the "Angel of Destiny" didn't seem to have much to do.

However, when Ourolius walked out of the gap in the spirit world and saw the group of stone pillars in front of him, he was obviously stunned for two seconds before walking towards Esther.

"Do you know this place?"

There was a rare expression of distress on Ourolius's sculpture-like perfect face: "I seem to remember that there is the Lord's army."

Esther was quite surprised by this answer, and smiled bitterly: "That was a long time ago... Ourolius, can I ask you a more special question? You can also choose not to answer."

Ourolius stared at Esther blankly for a moment before nodding: "I will answer."

Ouroleus's straightforward reaction made Esther hesitate for several seconds. She always felt that she didn't want to bully someone with his personality. However, Ouroleus was not strictly a human being. He seemed to be an angel of the "destiny" path. King of……

Considering that no one could ask questions at the moment, and "The Fool"'s answers were always vague, Esther didn't dare to ask "The Fool" any more questions, so she could only bite the bullet and said: "You know Zoya, that kind of Light, what on earth is it?”

This time Ourolius was silent for several minutes.

Esther sighed helplessly: "It's okay. If you don't know or it's not convenient for you to tell me, you don't have to force yourself to think about it."

"Know that above the sequence, that is His source."

Above the sequence! Is it the same as the "Origin Castle" mentioned by Amment?

But the gray mist belongs to "The Fool". Isn't Zoya the attendant of "The Fool"? "Origin Castle" and "Light" are obviously not equivalent...

Ouroleus answered Esther's doubts: "Zoya is just a part of the 'light'."

Esther naturally thought of those skylarks: "Like a clone?"

Ourolius thought for a long time, but couldn't find a better description: "A little bit, but not complete."

Thinking of the light ball on the gray fog that looked like a chandelier, Esther somewhat understood what Ourolius meant: "So he has a strong influence on the 'destiny' path because he is quite powerful to some extent. Those who are in a high position on this path, but cannot exert their full power."

"Yeah." Ourolius answered quickly this time.

Facing his indifferent and gentle eyes, Esther shook her head: "Thank you for your answer, I don't plan to ask any other questions."

Ourolius opened his hand to her, holding a lifeless-looking skylark in his palm:

"It's time to go, this is not the right place for you to stay."

Esther looked at Ourolius and then at Skylark's body, pointing at it blankly: "Wait, wait, you don't want me to parasitize it, do you?"

Ourolius nodded, a few strands of silver hair hanging around his face, making his rarely changed indifferent eyes appear gentler.

Esther's expressions twisted together again. She missed her previous state of being detached from emotion, indifferent and peaceful.

I thought it could only be living things that were parasitized... No, thinking about it this way, it is impossible for a normal skylark to die without decaying after so many years. This is probably just a shell left by Zoya from her past activities.

Esther gave up her inner struggle and used the "parasite" ability with a "casual" mentality, transforming herself into a shadow and burrowing into the lifeless body of the skylark.

Ourolius stretched out his left hand, and the bright red cloak fell on his arm, curled into a ball like life.

When he picked up the Holy Emblem of Night, Ourolius frowned obviously, but still stuffed it and the bud into the cloak.

When the skylark opened its eyes, it felt as if it was wearing very heavy clothes. Unlike the other birds that had parasitized it before, Esther felt like she was stuffed into a heavy doll suit.

Skylark raised its wings and flapped them twice. Although it moved freely, there was always a sense of discomfort due to a lack of fit, and its perception of the outside world would also become dull.

Has it been left for too long? Esther subconsciously considered this point of view.

Ourolius tightened the arm holding the red cloak, wrapped the skylark in it, and specially reminded Esther: "Don't come out."

Skylark nodded: "I know, I won't move."

Ourolius stood there quietly for two seconds, then asked as if he suddenly came back to his senses: "Is there any place you particularly want to go?"

Esther thought about it for a moment: "Roseid Islands? I'm going back to Loen in June."

Ouroleus nodded, he opened a crack in the spiritual world, wrapped the Skylark tightly and stepped into it.

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Sunya Sea, a desert island.

A young man wearing a black classical robe appeared on the beach and pushed up his monocle.

"Adam, Adam? I know you can hear me."

Black stone pillars rise from the ground, and bones of different races build a dome. Black empty eye sockets stare at the caller. The magnificent church is complete with their support, isolating the young man standing inside from the outside world.

The black-haired young man walked leisurely towards the front of the church of bones, where a cross that made people feel insignificant was erected, and a blond bearded figure stood below.

Amon adjusted his monocle: "As we planned, it has seen the Hanged Man and Zoya's anchor. I also buried the psychological suggestion you imposed. Is this enough? I could have just brought it over."

The priest in a simple white robe turned around, his eyes clear and full of joy and sorrow: "It's 'her', she won't like to hear your words."

"It's not a human being, nor is it Zoya." Amon said with a smile, "Why don't you see it?"

The priest just smiled back gently and did not insist on correcting Amon's title:

"I just want to plant a little seed, too strong a method will destroy her existence.

"But I have to say, you stole Zoya's anchor, and tampering with it was not the right choice."

Amon spread his hands indifferently: "Isn't it too late to talk about this now? His anchor in the 'Dream City' was originally stolen from me, how could I leave it alone?"

"I'm not blaming you," the priest walked up to Amon, his eyes reflecting the thin face of the black-haired young man, "If I didn't pursue it, you wouldn't even be willing to tell me about it."

Amon remained silent with a smile on his face.

Adam's eyes were as clear as a child's without any fluctuation:

"Zoya doesn't need any anchor in the first place. The anchor will only reversely distort her self-perception. When you take away the anchor pointing to her, it is equivalent to entangling his fate with yourself, which does you no good. .”

A stream of light flashed across the monocle, and Amon's smile deepened: "As long as I become a true god, this is not a problem. But this can explain many things, including Zoya's abnormal influence on my clone, but it cannot explain his state."

"I know that your purpose is to use the existence of the anchor to distort Zoya, so Zoya also took more drastic measures."

"It was my father who imagined humanity for Zoya without telling everyone, but has he been hiding it from us? For so many years?"

The priest with a light blond beard lowered his eyes: "Of course not, Zoya has her own way. Now, Esther is still experiencing everything in this world personally."

"I don't understand." When Amon said this, there was no smile in his eyes.

"I know what you are worried about," Adam clicked on the silver cross pendant hanging on his chest, and the olive branch strung on it was still green, "Zoya will come back."

"Can you ask him to be more honest when he comes back and give me Source Castle directly?" Amon muttered softly.

"I can't guarantee that."