Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

A red-haired young man wearing pitch-black armor came from the other side. The blood-red mark between his eyebrows made him look like a burning flame.

The silver-haired young man walked side by side beside Him, and had to quicken his pace to catch up with the red-haired young man's decisive steps. A skylark with clear eyes and shimmering feathers was squatting on the silver-haired young man's shoulder.

When Medici saw the black-haired boy, he looked a little surprised: "Hey, little crow? Why are you here?"

Amon made a face at Medici: "Bah, why can't I be here?"

Before he finished speaking, he had already disappeared from his original position and stood at the top of the grape trellis. He is completely unaffected by gravity, as if what is standing on top is not a child's body, but a light black crow.

A red-purple flame erupted from the position where Amon had just dodged. Seeing that "Little Crow" had completely avoided such a sneak attack, Medici smacked his lips in disappointment:

"Tsk, I can't get burned at all now. It was still fun when I was little."

Amon grabbed it with his backhand, but failed. He glanced at Ourolius next to Medici. His "decryption" ability was enough for Amon to quickly analyze the situation in front of him. He was also the king of angels. If Medici was very lucky, so it would be difficult for Amon to steal anything from him.

Even if it is stolen, the Mercury Snake can use the "restart" ability to briefly rewind the time here to the previous moment, causing Amon to lose what he stole.

Medici proudly put his arms around Ourolius's shoulders and raised his chin at the boy: "How about it, are you unlucky? Do you think I won't be prepared for this little trick?"

The skylark was frightened by this action, spread its wings and quickly moved away from Ourolyus, landing on Zoya's raised palm.

"You can come to Zoya, and of course I can come to Zoya." Amon tiptoed and walked around the grape trellis, "This is not a very secret place."

Medici snorted and watched Ourolius walk up to Zoya: "Lord Sasril asked me to come over and see how you are doing."

The skylark was shattered in Zoya's palm, and tiny points of light instantly poured into the mask. Between the alternation of light and dark, the sound that came out became very erratic, echoing with an ethereal hum: "You can tell Him ,no change."

Ourolius thought in place for more than ten seconds. His silver eyes stared briefly at the endless river, and then asked: "Is there anything you want me to bring?"

Zoya did not expect there would be additional questions. Ourolius rarely acted on a whim, but he still answered calmly:

"No need...the all-knowing and all-powerful God watches everything."

The boy who was pacing on the grape trellis suddenly sat down next to Zoya again and joined in the conversation between the two with a smile: "Of course, nothing can be hidden from my father."

Medici also came over and raised his eyebrows at the boy:

"We have to go, we still have a mission! When the boy from the Abraham family was roaming the spiritual world, he encountered a very strange area. Orochi and I are going to investigate the situation."

"Can I go?"

Medici backhand punched Amon on the back of the head as a warning: "Don't run around, wait for us to come back! Did you hear that, little crow?"

This level of attack power could not cause any harm to the mythical creature. Amon didn't even bother to dodge. After being beaten, he rubbed the back of his head in annoyance and complained loudly to Medici:

"It will still hurt!"

This can be regarded as a strange tacit understanding between the two. If Medici activates the fire ability, Amon, who has had his hair and feathers burned, will definitely dodge.

But if Medici simply used fists to teach the Son of God, Amon would sometimes get hit intentionally - and then complain about it to his father.

Medici didn't believe any words that came out of Amon's mouth. He grabbed a handful of peas and threw them into his mouth, then shook his fist again: "Don't even think about bullying the little sparrow, the big snake will tell Sass Lier’s!”

"Ouroleus doesn't know that, he is not you..." Amon muttered, realizing that the sacrifice offered to him was eaten up by Medici in an instant.

Medici shook off his disheveled red hair, turned around and walked to the other side, a few flames escaping from his hair.

Ouroleus glanced at Zoya again, which to him was considered a sign of concern: "We are leaving."

"Well, I'm fine." Zoya gave a very cold reply.

Ourolius followed Medici and walked towards the outside of the monastery.

The huge olive tree spread its arms to the sky, and the shade of the tree covered the end of the road. Zoya, who was sitting under the grape trellis, remained silent.

It wasn't until the backs of the two angels could no longer be seen that Amon withdrew his gaze and ate the remaining peas in the bowl bit by bit.

After basking in the sun for several minutes, a butterfly with white tentacles on one side and pure black wings flew in from the outside and landed on Amon's lap, almost blending into his black robe.

After receiving the news from the clone, Amon turned to look at Zoya again: "They are gone, they are really gone."

"Medici just said that they have a mission."

Amon looked sideways at the body that had not changed at all for several years, and was suddenly curious about what Zoya was thinking about. Precisely because he could not steal Zoya's thoughts, this curiosity never diminished.

He stretched out his hand and tapped Zoya on the head with his knuckles: "Adam once told me that you are getting weak."

Zoya didn't react at all, so the black butterfly flew up from Amon's leg and landed dangling beside Zoya's finger, its wings opening and closing.

Amon felt that Medici's words were quite reasonable, and he liked it better when he was young.

At that time, Zoya would not directly "restart", would not directly reject Amon's pranks, and was even willing to share many stories with him and Adam that were not in the Herabogen collection.

"Will you disappear?" Amon asked.

After gradually gaining followers and letting his clones listen to too many prayers, Amon also continued to learn the knowledge that belongs to human society, such as life, separation, and death. However, knowing does not mean understanding. He has never experienced this touch.

Amon would only think of this when he saw the light under Zoya's mask.

Zoya lowered her head, letting her silver hair block her face: "I don't know."

"Father has defeated many ancient gods. Although people no longer mention the situation of those ancient gods, they are indeed dead, right?"

"Everything that is alive may die." Zoya replied softly.

Amon had a hunch that even if he continued to ask on this topic, Zoya would not give a more detailed answer.

He looked around again, not noticing the presence of Adam. His brother seemed to be really not here: "Okay! Let's go out for a walk!"

After hesitating for two seconds, Zoya still shook her head, and the light spots under the mask slowly gathered: "Medici also said, 'Don't run around'."

Amon adjusted his monocle and said righteously: "This is not running around. We have a clear destination, so it is not running around. We just left this monastery."

Zoya hesitated even more: "This is not..."

But Amon interrupted Zoya directly: "If there is a problem, it's because Medici didn't make it clear. He could have said clearly that we should not leave here, not 'don't run around'."

Zoya hesitated for two seconds, but Amon opened his hand and knocked a book with a rough cover on Zoya's head.

"What is this?" Zoya asked subconsciously, not quite understanding the meaning of Amon's action.

Amon took back his hand and shook the storybook he stole: "It's a book for children to tell stories. There are some illustrations in it. You can guess what story it tells."

After hearing this, Zoya actually started to think: "Is it Daribog's past deeds? In his country, such a book should be the most widely circulated."

"You guessed half right," Amon said with a smile, and opened the cover in his hand. When he flipped it quickly, the rough paper made a "squeaking" sound, "The skylark brought olive branches, thorns and The wreath was finally moved by the Lord's deeds and decisions, and stayed with the Lord, praising the Lord's past..."

Zoya lowered her head even further, as if she didn't really want to hear this fairy tale that had spread to all corners of the continent.

Amon also noticed the resistance shown by him, and instead said even more happily: "You know that in some areas that believe in the 'Angel of Destiny', when they tell this story or worship the gods, they will always let you and Ourolius go. Together?"

As he spoke, Amon stopped turning the pages of the book and opened a simple black and white illustration.

The above is a simple drawing that has been preserved because it was soaked in a specially prepared liquid. However, due to the erosion of time, the content of the picture is a bit blurry. Only a twelve-winged angel wearing a white robe can be seen, as well as the two angels lingering on his arm. A bird whose lines replace light.

The appearance of the angel and the shape of the bird are both blurry, but the ouroboros-like zigzag halo above the angel's head is easily recognizable as the image in the Holy Scriptures of Ouroboros.

A moment of silence.

"I can't see," Zoya said. "I know you are holding a book, but I can't see it clearly."

Amon was stunned for a moment, and then he put down the book in disappointment: "I think this is a very interesting thing. Maybe Ourologis wants to use this method to help you."

His emotions were completely reflected in his words, letting Zoya know that Amon's loss was sincere.

Zoya reached out and tapped the book in Amon's hand: "Or you can tell me what's on it."

"This is what I have always wondered about. We all have anchors, Father, Sasriel, all the angels. Adam and I also have believers. Why don't you?"

Amon threw it away casually, and as a soft light passed through his monocle, the book disappeared into the air and became part of his collection of "sacrifice".

But Zoya slowly shook her head because of what He said before: "Because I don't need it... I never thought about getting my own anchor."