Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

"Zoya."

Ourolius did not take Zoya to travel through the spirit world, because Zoya's current state is unstable. Once entering the spirit world, within a few minutes, the projection of consciousness left in the real world will completely dissipate and return to the spirit world. a part of.

Ouroleus knows this because he can directly see through Zoya's essence. From beginning to end, he is the one closest to Zoya's essence because of the way.

Hearing Ouroleus's call, Zoya responded in a low voice, but there was no more response. The skylark was already held in Zoya's hands, covered in his hands covered with wheel snake scales.

The skylark didn't make any more sounds, and its body didn't rise and fall with breathing. From the appearance, it had turned into the most ordinary skylark, and its feathers had returned to brown, but Zoya still covered it between her palms. Be willing to let go.

Because he really wanted to get a clear response from Zoya, since Ourolius spoke, he would not make any detours and enter the topic very straightforwardly:

"Amon stole my anchor."

"Yeah." Zoya's tone still didn't fluctuate at all, "I promised Him not to tell others."

Ourolius's tone was gentler than Zoya's: "Judging from your situation, it has no effect."

There was a little more smile in Zoya's voice: "Yes, a choice that goes against 'fate' will inevitably lead to failure for me."

The shadow of the silver wings behind Ouroloius completely shrouded the gray mist around Zoya. Even though the silver wings began to be stained with gray, Ouroloius didn't care.

With such a shield, they would not attract too much attention from below when they flew across the sky. Even if there are clouds blocking it, if someone keeps raising his eyes to look this way, there is a high probability that he will go blind. Losing his eyesight is considered a better outcome.

The "good luck" that Zoya had accumulated over a long period of time was still working steadily, and no residents on the ground noticed them passing by in the sky.

Destiny still protects his favored ones, at least for those who comply with fate, there will always be smooth progress. Ouroleus arrived at a special palace smoothly as planned.

Just like the "Dream City", this is also a city with a large number of "Angel of Destiny" believers. Here, Ouroleus's anchor will be more stable and it will be easier for subsequent plans to continue.

They fell down, where there was a circular altar with a dome supported by huge stone pillars. However, the people who usually prayed and made sacrifices here were gone. They had avoided this place early. A circle of silver-white linen was pulled around the altar to separate it from the outside world.

A black curtain enveloped the altar. When Ourolyus and Zoya approached, it lifted a corner, leaving a gap for them to enter.

Ouroleus's voice sounded again: "I thought the 'anchor' would also have some effect on you."

"I have stayed in the real world for too long," Zoya whispered. "If it weren't for the deal with Him, I should have returned to the spirit world long ago."

"There is nothing I can do to help." Ourolius said this, and his brows gradually wrinkled again. The worry on his face today may be more than it has been in hundreds of years before.

They walked to the middle of the circular altar, stopped at the same time, and turned to each other.

"Ourolius."

"Um."

Zoya raised her hand and placed the skylark in Ourolius's palm.

Another skylark with light yellow feathers flew up from the corner of the altar, landed on Zoya's head, and let out a light chirp, and then said with a smile: "At this moment, it is long late, but it always It will come."

Ourolius stared blankly at the skylark for two seconds, and there was a little surprise in his opened silver eyes: "You..."

"This is not a choice of fate, it is just my choice." Skylark said with a smile and winked at Ouro Leus.

Just as he said these words, the gray mist had already surged up and surrounded the skylark. At first, the feather tips seemed to be baked and burned by invisible flames. The skylark's wings began to wither. Shrinking, then quickly turning into dry ashes, blending into the layer of gray mist.

Ourolius lowered his eyes and watched the changes in Skylark. His lips seemed to tremble slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

Zoya took a step back, and His gentle and erratic voice came from the skylark's mouth and the light spot on its head at the same time:

"This is my destiny, and it's your changed destiny. Now it's time to get it back on track."

The erosion of the gray mist is becoming more and more obvious. The skin behind the feathers and the flesh and blood underneath, Skylark's body is like a lit candle, constantly melting into blood droplets containing light, and melting into the gray mist as it slides down, exposing the inner side. White skeleton.

Soon, the thin skeleton of the skylark also turned gray. When it was further decomposed, it was no different from the stone that was turned into powder by the weather, until the gray mist completely swallowed it, revealing a shrinking light spot inside the skull.

This part of the light point sank downwards, passed through the gap filled with gray mist, and merged into the nebula-like illusory material above the head.

The gray fog began to dissipate, and the light was quickly losing color.

"Ourolius."

"Um……"

The revelation of fate has become very blurry, Uroleus thought. What he can look at in front of his eyes is not only the long river of fate, but the illusory space that gathers endless light.

Seeing that Ouroleus didn't respond, Zoya had to raise her arm, grab Ouroleus's hand, and let his palm be close to her head.

"Thank you." Zoya said.

Ourolius closed his eyes, and he passed his hand forward, with complicated circular patterns lighting up from his fingertips, shattering the extremely fragile shell.

Zoya let go of Ourolius's hand.

When Uroleus's fingers tightened around a hard object, all the light seemed to be shattered and extinguished in the blink of an eye, leaving only a little buzzing sound and a lingering echo.

What is condensed in His hand is a gentle and bright silver ring, with a twisted connection point in the middle. The outside of the ring is covered with dense wheel symbols, densely intertwined like snake scales.

"Serpent of Mercury".

Ourolius slowly withdrew his hand, and after the last buzzing sound fell silent, Zoya's body fell backwards.

The shadows shrouded outside the circular altar suddenly violently turbulent. Zoya's shadow swelled up from the ground, catching the body that fell backwards. The flowing shadows covered it and dragged it to an undetectable direction. of dark depths.

Ourolius just closed his eyes, holding the extraordinary characteristics in his hand, motionless.

The shadow curtain floating around the outside dispersed, allowing the warm sunlight to fall again and shine on the altar.

A flying insect fell out of the folds of Ourolius's robe, rolled twice on the ground, and curled up in death.

The cries of crows sounded under the sky.

I'm sorry that I only have 2,000 words tonight, and I'm still struggling...

Originally this chapter was supposed to be combined with the previous chapter, but I ended up splitting it apart...