Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

When Uroleus was reciting that honorable name, a tiny flying insect clung to the corner of His robe, listened to those few words, and rolled itself into the folds.

Amon stood in mid-air, staring closely at the skylark in his hand, pinching it tighter and tighter.

That little bit of uneasiness, caught in the details

Something was wrong, Amon knew very well in his heart, something was wrong with Zoya, something was wrong with Ouroleus, and what happened to the honorable name he read just now?

Even without looking down, the many clones left in the air nearby allowed Amon to clearly observe the situation below, and outlined an observation angle with no blind spots in his mind.

As the silver light swayed from Ourolius's body, the silver ring spread out from his body, showing a light laurel yellow color. When his closed palms opened, they began to flicker, and then bloomed into a ball. Gorgeous filaments.

Zoya, who was sitting on the bench, stood up slowly. He seemed to have said something, but Amon couldn't hear it clearly in the sudden burst of gibbering.

All the sounds were covered in humming, and the soft murmurs were like a flock of fluttering birds. The soft light gradually surged and flowed outward quickly along the symbols composed of thorns, olive branches and flower vines on the ground, forming a circle at the outermost end. The circle light curtain continues to stretch upward.

They echoed each other with the blooming filaments in Ouroleus's hand.

Amon looked at all this indifferently, and just slightly loosened his hold on Skylark's hand, and raised it to his eyes: "Do you really think you can trap me like this?"

"Are you going to step into the trap yourself, Amon?" Skylark raised his head proudly, completely unaware of being pinched in someone's hands, "You're just kidding, you're already in it, aren't you?"

"I see, you are not Zoya, you are just a clone or a puppet...Father even gave you a unified personality?" Amon's expression became more and more indifferent, but a smile appeared on his lips, full of ridicule.

"Correction, you are thinking about human nature, annoying guy."

The complacency in the skylark's voice gave Amon a sense of resistance, but considering that this little thing couldn't see the current situation clearly, he felt funny at the skylark's stupidity and ignorance.

"The dislike you have towards me now does not stem from your own feelings. Then whose attitude and judgment are it?"

After saying this, Amon stole the skylark's "flying" and "sounding" abilities, threw it down, and watched the little bird helplessly flap its wings and roll several times in the air.

Its mouth kept opening and closing, and Amon was sure that it was a complaint against himself, but his indifferent eyes fell on the gradually extending and complete ritual circle at his feet.

However, just before the skylark landed, Ourolius had already frowned, lifted up the skylark that fell into the light of the magic circle, and protected it in his arms.

Amon adjusted his monocle, and the countless clones that were originally in the air instantly stretched their bodies. The black-haired god with a thin face wearing a monocle launched his "stealing" ability to various places at the same time - not only It's Ourolius below, as well as the lights that are constantly shining on the periphery, and the light curtain that is forming a circle and covering all directions.

Except for Zoya in the middle of the circle.

Once he considers him as a target, Amon's spiritual intuition will issue a strong warning. Compared with questions like "dare you dare?", he is very sure that he cannot try, otherwise he will be directly left in this trap and completely lost. The possibility of resistance.

However, the stolen light points are of no use, and now is not the time to study them in detail. Amon can only trap them in the control of "uniqueness".

No matter how many times he activates his "stealing" ability, it will inevitably fail when it falls on Ourolius. Such an almost astonishing failure rate made Amon aware of the abnormality again.

Does his good fortune come not from himself but from others? Or what really matters is the bad luck that was imposed on me...

When the outer walls formed by the light were completely connected and there were no gaps anymore, the buzzing stopped instantly.

The too silent environment made the senses that were accustomed to noisy before become uncomfortable. Amon did not ignore this abnormality and quickly "stealed" the position of the external avatar, but did not receive any feedback.

Is the connection with the "doppelganger" cut off?

This made Amon narrow his eyes. He raised his right hand, held the monocle in his right eye, and used the ability of "Decryption Scholar" to quickly analyze the light curtain. Obviously the energy it displays is extremely harmless, just like the most common and natural spirituality, but it effectively interferes with Amon's mobilization of clones.

Amon's expression became calm instead. This is not something Zoya can do alone, just like the three compositions on the ground...

His body gradually became illusive, and then the shadow of a huge wall clock appeared. It was ancient and mottled, as if it had left countless tiny scratches after years of precipitation, but the scratches were filled with floating shadows of worms. , they seem to be attracted by some invisible force and become extremely unstable in the form of mythical creatures.

The surface of the wall clock carved from stone has a scale divided into twelve grids. Each grid is gray or gray, but they are mixed with each other and have different symbols.

The moment the huge wall clock appeared, a shadow-like pointer crossed one level on it, and the next moment, the violent bell rang, far more powerful than the previous humming murmur.

This blurred Ourolius's eyes for a moment. His "perception" was briefly stolen, but this did not hinder his steps. He was approaching the middle position of the magic circle. Zoya had been standing since she got up. By the bench.

When she heard the bell, Zoya gradually raised her head. There were two cracks on his face, and small light spots were constantly escaping outwards. As they separated, the two cracks were still expanding. The gray mist flowed out from it, seeming to want to blend into the air, but was attracted by the trajectory drawn by the light spots, and continued to flow around Zoya.

Outside the translucent mask, a layer of white snake scales was growing out, trying to cover the shell with no facial features and layers of cracks, and then dissolved into wisps of gray mist.

Only Ourolius's footsteps were not affected. As He passed by, the color of the light in his hand continued to fade, scattered into the silver light stream rushing towards Ourolius, forcing them to get close to the ground again instead of restraining them. The interloper who accepts the guidance of fate.

The pointer jumped one step again, but when the bell rang, a silver waterfall erupted from the ground.

Like a geyser that suddenly erupted, the gentle stream of water rushed straight up, leaving no room for the mottled clock to try again.

More importantly, as the crack in Zoya's head became larger and larger, the silver river was mixed with a gray mist, completely suppressing Amon's next move.

The streamer-like silver light connected end to end, and the fine silver light reciprocated with the gray mist, constantly gathering and scattering the trapped "Angel of Time".

The moment Amon's mythical form was "restarted", he began to try to disperse his consciousness among his clones. However, he kept falling into this "loop" of trying to escape, and it was difficult to analyze the key to breaking the "loop".

Zoya finally took it seriously.

Even such a fleeting thought keeps repeating in the "loop".

The silver waves rolled up the long hair behind Ouroleus. When he approached Zoya, snake scales with round symbols began to appear on his skin, but they were steadily suppressed and retracted. in vivo.

Ourolius held the skylark in his left hand, and stretched out his right hand towards Zoya to hold it.

The silver light that was constantly surging in the barrier avoided the light spots around them, making way for a path that was enough for them to walk out.

The gray mist was still flowing out from Zoya's head. The place where Ourolius was rubbed by the gray mist left a piece of scorched black with traces of erosion, but He seemed to have no feeling at all and just led Zoya towards the barrier. Go outside.

"Feel sorry……"

Zoya uttered a soft whisper, but it was blurred among the buzzing sounds. He had no specific direction. Only he knew to whom this apology was meant.

Ourolius didn't respond, just stared at the illusory rivers without substance, and led Zoya forward very slowly.

When they passed an olive tree at the edge, a figure wearing a linen white robe appeared from the air. His gentle eyes fell on Zoya, but there was no usual warm smile on his face.

Sensing Zoya's hesitation, Ouroloius followed Zoya's wishes and stopped slightly even if he didn't need to speak.

After leaving the range of the magic circle, the gray mist pouring out of Zoya's mask had gradually converged and condensed into a gray color that seemed to be dripping down her head at any time.

Adam's clear eyes reflected Zoya, watching him slowly turn his head in his direction, and his quill subconsciously stopped at the end of the sentence.

After a few seconds of silence, Adam shook his head: "Is it really appropriate for you to be the villain?"

Neither Amon nor Zoya seems to like the "fairy tales" written by him very much. They all use a deliberate gesture to gradually twist the gentle story into a sadder result.

“There is no distinction between good and evil, they are all the same.”

The humming sound emanated from under Zoya's mask. He seemed to be getting weaker and weaker every moment, but still maintained the last limit of his breath.

Adam raised his quill again and blackened out many of the previous paragraphs. Apart from inducing a little uneasiness in Amon's heart, it could not be said to be a successful "arrangement" to actually lead him here.

Adam's gentle smile gradually faded: "I originally thought I could write a better ending."

"We all thought there was a better way." Zoya turned her head. After a two-second pause, she pulled Ourolius's hand and signaled to continue moving forward.

"Are you going far away? I can help you convey some words to Amon."

Adam put down his quill and asked.

"No."

Sorry, there was no update last night... I was beaten to the ground by a cold, so sorry! !

Thank you all for your continued love and support. But I’m still not sure about tonight’s chapter, it depends on my physical condition...