Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Among Amon's many clones, most of them have special skills that they are good at. They are the same but different from each other - from laying regular rails for steam trains to being able to completely restore the proportions of landscapes with charcoal or paint. On the canvas, what they do may not necessarily be what they are interested in, but it can be said to be a pastime - after all, they always live other people's lives, and it is easy to steal some kind of ability other than extraordinary. .

Since the end of the Fourth Age, Amon has lost his apparent identity. His clones are scattered into muddy corners like fungi after rain. No one knows the exact number, and Amon has never cared about this. He has low-sequence The characteristics are very tolerant. If the avatar wants to eat, then go find it yourself.

And the "Amon Family" went underground, which made the "thieves" who are still alive even more frightened, because you don't know whether the person you saw yesterday suddenly wore a monocle today because he followed fashion on a whim. , or the inside has been replaced by something else.

There is a close connection between the main body and the avatar. The adjustment of the anchor and self-cognition achieves a synchronized balance between the two parties. The main body and the avatar are both Amon, and the avatar has its own tasks and even life.

Of course, there is also sailor Amon, or in other words, the navigation knowledge shared by the Amons.

After simply verifying some physical laws, Amon's clone standing on the bow of the "Clover" was forced to give up the consideration of having navigation knowledge.

The space and time here are chaotic. There is no wind that can identify the direction, and there are no clouds to accumulate rain. In Amon's eyes, the silver sea surface does not look like "sea water", but is closer to the traditional life school theory for a certain A concrete description of a river.

But the silver sea surface in the distance meets the faint sky, frozen in the unchanged morning and dusk, unless this "river" can be so wide that it has no boundaries, so as to cover everything——

"Or He drowned everything." Amon whispered.

He no longer looked into the distance looking for any islands, but turned back to look at the alert demigod. Even if he still tried to protect the other two extraordinary people, this meant nothing to Amon. He had already left the Worm of Time to parasitize on them, but the man called the captain was not aware of it. His spiritual intuition was probably very nervous, but he did not know the source of the nervousness.

Amon showed a friendly smile: "I have no malice, I just want to ease the tense atmosphere. In fact, I still need this ship to lead me forward, because I can't find the direction here."

The instructions given by the main body are too vague, so He doesn't have much to rely on now. Using these humans to test the environment is another good option.

After all, they couldn't hurt themselves, and the low-sequence "monster" was in a very abnormal state. The behavior of a fanatical believer made Amon suspect that he was infected by some power. So He doesn't plan to deeply parasitize them - but if something unexpected happens, Amon doesn't plan to provide much protection, as long as the ship is still there.

Aaron just looked back at Amon and nodded silently without speaking.

Vika didn't react at all. After a few seconds, he suddenly approached the sleeping Mateo and pushed hard twice.

With a strange scream, Mateo suddenly opened his eyes, and the overwhelming sleepiness disappeared without a trace, along with the dream that still lingered on him:

"Wait for me--"

Aaron's doubtful eyes and Vika's concerned expression in front of him made Mateo come back to reality from his dream.

"What were you dreaming about?"

"I dreamed of Trier, when I was a child! That old street always smelled of oil, but the meat pies in the next street - no, and most importantly, there were mine, mine parents……"

Mateo suddenly came back to his senses and realized that the person who had just asked him was another person. He subconsciously looked over following the voice and saw a man wearing a classical robe and a very unfashionable peaked hat. Not like any crew member Mateo knew.

"Your parents are dead."

The stranger said this, which instantly made Mateo's good impression of him disappear. However, he responded with a cold face: "Yes, they are all very good people. It's a pity that I can't introduce them to you." ”

But the young man seemed to have seen through what Mateo was thinking, and actually sounded like he understood it: "Isn't that true? Apostates and heretics..."

Because the silence began to turn into hostility, Aaron quickly brought the topic back to the previous matter, not wanting Mateo to offend the mysterious outsider head-on: "Did you dream that your parents were still there when you were a child?"

Mateo nodded. The things in the dream did not fade because he woke up. Instead, they were like very detailed memories, as if they happened just yesterday: "We did not encounter...we did not encounter the church's siege. They Just like ordinary people, they are a couple that can be seen everywhere.”

This sentence basically confirmed the description of "apostate and heretic". Mateo did not look at the black-haired young man, but instead looked at Vika: "Did I sleep in a dream for a long time?"

"Time is meaningless in dreams," Vika replied calmly, "Have you seen her?"

"Yes, I remember everything now. She even said something in my dream... Damn it, how could I forget about Esther?"

As Mateo spoke, he tried to stand up from the deck, but felt that his spirituality was dry and almost exhausted. The ensuing feeling of weakness made him dizzy, and he quickly sat back down, rushing to Aaron, who reached out to help himself, waved his hand.

"What did He tell you?" Amon suddenly asked.

"Him? No, no, Esther is just a person I know. You may have misunderstood something." Mateo subconsciously retorted, and then felt that he did not need to explain to the other party - he did not know who that person was at all. .

Vika stared at Mateo, his expression no longer concerned, but rather trance-like: "The dream has absorbed your spiritual power, or in other words, the dream has exchanged your spiritual power with your wishes."

"Is this why I feel drained?"

Aaron patted Mateo on the shoulder: "What if, I mean what if, Mateo continues to sleep?"

Amon interjected with a smile: "He will die."

"Matteo will forever fall into a dream, and his body will be destroyed due to loss of control, but his extraordinary characteristics will carry his spirit body and dissolve into this world."

Vika's answer caused the deck to fall into silence again.

"A sweet dream that you will never wake up from?" Mateo rubbed his forehead to drive the thought of falling asleep again out of his mind, "Sounds like a really beautiful trap."

Aaron was curious about what he would dream about, but he glanced at the smiling young man uneasily and quickly placed responsibility on this curiosity. He could not leave Vika and Mateo alone. It would be too dangerous for them in front of the other party.

After all, Mateo served as his crew member for a period of time, and the information revealed by Vika was quite important on this ship.

Amon didn't care about this, but continued to ask Mateo, who was tired of him, and asked further: "But you like that dream very much. If you can stay in it forever without distinguishing between reality and dream, wouldn't it become Reality?"

Mateo was stunned. He thought for a few seconds, and finally frowned: "That's different."

"What's different? Your wish has come true."

Vika spoke before Mateo: "That is not the fulfillment of a wish, but a twisted deprivation that will only leave Mateo in this world. For the real world, this is just death - —Everything in this world is like this, there is nothing left here.”

Amon mostly dismissed Wika's words: "There is still ocean and sky here."

Vika responded calmly: "Then what do you think they are? They are just the remains of the old world."