Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

The stories written by "fairy tale writers" use imagination as a collection to make the fantasy change into reality along the established trajectory.

Such stories often give things a more exaggerated form, including giving life to fish, insects, plants, trees, birds and beasts, giving them human-like thoughts and feelings.

However, the fabricated stories are always far from the truth.

"Adam."

The quill on the paper suddenly stopped, and the divine son whose name was called raised his head, revealing the face of a teenager who looked like a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy.

Adam had a gentle and friendly smile on his face. No matter who saw him, they would feel that there was a kind of friendly feeling about him that made people disarm.

This was not the case for his brother. Amon could see the falseness of Adam's smile, which showed that he was thinking about how to deal with himself, and might even be thinking about using "psychological invisibility" to escape.

Amon, who was standing on the top of the grape trellis, also laughed. The shadow of his black wings behind him blocked the sunlight, causing the shadow to fall on Adam's feet. Although Amon's smile is also friendly, in comparison, His smile is more cheerful and bright, and appears to be more energetic.

Apart from being close in age, the two of them could not see any blood connection that "brothers" should have.

They each seem to have taken away a little bit of the caregiver's temperament - Adam's comes from the indifference and gentleness of Ourolish, while Amon's comes from Medici's flamboyance.

"What are you writing again?" Amon asked with a smile.

The quill in Adam's hand touched the paper, leaving a mass of black dots that gradually faded away: "A beginning that should be the ending of the story."

Amon jumped down from the top of the grape trellis, "What do you mean?"

"Fairy tales should always have happy endings, just like this."

The vast earth is full of brilliance, grateful to the Creator who brings light, and believes in the omniscient and omnipotent god...

When Amon turned his head to look at the paper, Adam rolled up the parchment with his backhand, which made the black-haired son of God very dissatisfied: "Are you so stingy? I just want to see what you wrote."

"I know you can just steal it," Adam's smile was very gentle, but his too clear eyes could see through his brother at a glance, "but if you just show up, that means you have something to say to me."

Amon nodded with a smile and said bluntly about his purpose: "I do have something to ask you. Are there some inappropriate characters in the story you are writing now?"

"Yes, my father said that I still have a lot to learn, and observing the people around me is also part of it."

After hearing Adam's father's instruction, Amon's questioning ended here, because he knew that there would be no progress if he continued to ask.

"I used my father's words as an excuse again..."

"That's not an excuse, my father did say that."

The two brothers fell silent. Such silence was normal for Adam, but it was unusual for Amon.

So after thinking about it, Adam felt that as an elder brother, he still had some obligations to enlighten his younger brother: "What happened?"

"I just have some unexplained doubts. I originally wanted to ask you, but now I don't think it is very important." Amon blinked, and the smile on his face was so sincere and flawless, "By the way, what you just said, What is 'the beginning of the end of the story'?"

"The endings of fairy tales are more happy." Adam's quill stroked twice in the air, "And the story usually begins with an accident."

Amon's gaze crossed the raised tip of the quill and stared into Adam's clear eyes: "Unexpected..."

Hearing the thoughts in Amon's tone, Adam deliberately guided the topic: "What did you discover? So, you didn't mention Zoya today."

Amon was not very happy to answer the previous question, and then responded to Adam's last sentence: "Zoya went to my father's kingdom of God, and my clone couldn't follow her, and I didn't want my father to find out that I left a clone with him. , at least not so obviously."

"Father must have known this, and, let me remind you, Zoya knew it too."

"Even if I knew, I wouldn't be angry with me. But I can't let my clone break into Eden without permission. That would be too rude."

Adam's calm eyes were always observing others, but never revealed his own thoughts: "After all, it is my father's kingdom of God. I am glad that you still care about it."

After a few seconds, Amon, who pondered this sentence over and over in his mind, still frowned: "This sounds a bit strange. Are you mocking me?"

"I'm just stating my feelings. I've heard that the 'Angel of Time' is already famous for his pranks, and everyone knows that this son of God has a very weird temperament."

Amon stopped frowning and asked with a smile: "Who said that?"

"Thoughts in the subconscious sea." Adam replied calmly.

"Tsk, I thought it would be Medici..."

"Oh, Medici said it directly. He also asked me to tell you to stay away from the War Legion and stop parasitizing his subordinates."

Amon smiled even more happily. He pushed up the monocle in his right eye, remembering Medici who was looking for him everywhere in an aggressive manner: "I guess his original words were not so gentle."

"Herabergen also told me that the books in the library are only for loan and are not left there for anyone to take. If you take them, it's best to return them as soon as possible."

Amon rolled his eyes at Adam: "Why do they all say these things to you?"

Adam's tone was even calmer than before, even revealing helpless indifference: "Because they can't find you, and they only catch your clone every time. Do you need me to repeat your rhetoric about the unity of clones?"

"No need, those rhetorics were all arranged by me." Amon blinked. As for the person who was really responsible for those things, he never mentioned them.

But before Adam could say anything else, Amon rushed to reply: "I know! I will return the book."

——

God's Eden, the Kingdom of God where the sun shines forever.

Sasril held Zoya's hand, wearing a dark black robe with complex patterns engraved on silver threads and hanging complex accessories of a similar style.

Behind Saslier, the black shadow of the wide wings almost completely covered Zoya, who was as tall as a child, making Zoya look even smaller.

While walking through the empty courtyard, Zoya couldn't help but slow down. A strange feeling of nostalgia came out, but it seemed to be coming from a long distance away, creating a strong sense of separation.

The light spots in the mask gradually condensed into a ball, and Zoya's movements became stiff.

Saslier noticed Zoya's abnormality and said with a smile: "Then let's wait for Him here."

The group of light spots immediately dispersed, and Zoya's buzzing voice sounded: "This is a very familiar place."

"You always remembered, didn't you?"

Zoya let go of Saslier's hand, walked towards the fence at the edge of the pavilion, and sat on it gropingly: "Chernobog, because I have stayed here for a long time..."

"If you want, you can pray to Dazhbog, and we will all agree to let you stay here." Saslier walked up to Zoya, and he had to bend down to gently touch Zoya's head. .

The light spot under Zoya's mask slowly stopped, which made Saslier quickly retract his hand, then stood aside and looked at the garden that was so quiet that it seemed a little deserted.

He sighed in his heart. When Amon and Adam were still there, this place would be more lively. Ouroleus and Medici were also there at that time.

Now the two "gods" have grown up.

Sasril would only relax slightly when he was in Eden. Like now, he looked at Zoya who had never changed and couldn't help but think of the day when he saw the "Key of Light" fragment for the first time.

As the "Lord's Glory" spreads across the sky, land and sea, the "Dark Angel" has more and more things to do. The body that comes to pick up Zoya now is also his ability to pass through the "Three Heads Temple". Separated from flesh and blood.

The "All-Knowing and Almighty Lord" does not have time to answer so many prayers, so most of them are given feedback by Sasriel between the shadow curtains, and His true form is still busy now.

It seems good to take a break from official duties and relax for a while...

Saslier blinked and suddenly realized something: "Did you just use that 'anchoring' power?"

"Yes, because your condition doesn't look very good." Zoya hesitated a little when she said this, "Is it effective?"

Saslier looked at the flowers in the garden that would not wither or wither. He was silent for a long time before turning to Zoya: "Thank you, I haven't felt so peaceful in a long time."

But it shouldn’t be like this. If His state has been affected, then why——

"Zoya."

A figure stood in the pavilion and appeared next to Saslier. In contrast to Saslier, whose eyebrows were covered by shadows, this man was wearing a simple but neat linen white robe, and his whole body exuded a holy light. A halo-like ring hangs behind His head.

Zoya's body moved slightly. It was clear that not long after he sat down, he stood up from the fence again. Like Ouroboros or Medici, he knelt down on one knee and saluted unusually respectfully to the god believed by the world. .

Sasril also bowed and saluted, but he had great doubts in his heart. The worry that was just a thread before had completely turned to reality.

The compassionate and relieved smile on Daribog's face seemed to be no different from the past. He reached out and patted Zoya's head gently, and warm power shone from him like sunshine:

"Do you think this is enough?"

Zoya raised her head, and the light spots under the mask shrank completely, making her look even dimmer: "I know what my responsibility is, but I don't want to complete it."

Dazhberg nodded: "My help to you depends on the price you are willing to pay."

Zoya lowered her head again: "I understand, Beloberg."

Saslier suddenly understood that it was time to activate the backup plan.

Opposite to "Chernobog", the negative god of darkness and sorrow, another name is "Belloberg", the god of light. The two gods, the black god and the white god, form a confrontation between light and darkness.

Saslier once asked this question, but now, Zoya's hint is obvious, it is not the sun god "Dazhbog", but "Belobog".

His opposite.

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