Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

However, what disappointed Amon's clone was that even if he recited Zoya's honorable name, nothing changed nearby.

He also failed to successfully establish contact with this space and received no response from any aspect.

If it were read by those few people, would the result be different?

When thinking like this, Amon couldn't help but focus on the three Aarons.

As the "Four-leaf Clover" continued to sink and was submerged by sea water, the passengers on the boat did not feel any pressure. In fact, if it were not for the silver water tumbling outside the green protective cover, it would be the same as the sea. Not much difference.

The surging silver sea current is not clear. If Aaron were to describe it, he could see that the silver is filled with more chaotic colors, reflecting dazzling shimmers and pictures, and then superimposing and blending, revealing The gray tones tear apart the image that has been revealed to the observer, constantly overturning various omens, repeating a disorderly cycle.

It seemed as if someone had knocked over the palette in this silver liquid. This chaotic and illusory state was very similar to the spiritual world in Aaron's memory - if his memory was reliable.

Aaron had to retract his gaze to prevent phantoms from appearing in front of his eyes every moment, allowing him to see fragmented revelations again and again. These revelations have no meaning. They are all things that happened in the "past". Aaron's spiritual intuition gave a clear premonition. He did not know where those pictures came from, or whose eyes they came from.

Most of the pictures depict similar scenes. Before the doomsday when the earth collapses and the sky sinks, Aaron is running, screaming and struggling. What he brings to Aaron is only the sense of helplessness that the world is about to be destroyed. Only this point must not be different.

Vika had already closed his eyes early, and there was an extra towel in his hand, which was obviously just imagined. After wiping a few drops of cold sweat from his forehead with a towel, Vika neatly wrapped it around his face, avoiding any possibility of seeing the sea water.

It seemed that those babbles that he did not understand gave the other party a reminder, which made Aaron somewhat regretful that he could not hear the voice that provided information to Vika.

Mateo didn't seem to notice this. He stared at the extra towel in Vika's hand, stepped forward to help Vika, who couldn't see anything, up, but couldn't understand what happened just now.

From beginning to end, what happens here is as if we are still immersed in a dream - so how do we get out of this dream? The "Clover" is still sinking, are we really going to drown?

Mateo's doubts couldn't help but tilt towards worse imagination, until Vika interrupted his random thoughts: "Don't be afraid, we will be fine."

"What? I look scared?" Mateo subconsciously wanted to deny it, but his voice was trembling slightly.

He glanced at the temporary "eye mask" that Vika had just tied and sighed softly: "Okay, I was a little uneasy... I remember that we passed through a very strange passage, and then I fell asleep?"

Aaron was able to endure the influence of the silver sea current on himself, so he did not cover his eyes with anything: "Yes, your friend didn't wake you up until your spiritual energy was nearly exhausted and the surrounding environment was stable."

Seeing Aaron reaching out and pressing down on the deck, Mateo wanted to ask him what he was doing, but as he spoke, he glanced at the strange young man: "Then you are..."

"It's a coincidence that an unwelcome guest hitched a ride on your ship."

This level of lies is so clear that if Mateo thinks about it, he will not believe such a weird statement.

But he accepted it subconsciously, even full of enthusiasm as a crew member of the "Clover". He subconsciously stretched out his hand in that direction, as if he was going to go over and shake hands: "Ah, welcome, welcome, but it's a pity. We have nothing to entertain guests now. My name is Matteo, how do I call you..."

Although Vika was still blindfolded, he accurately patted Mateo on the shoulder and pulled the guy who was unconsciously affected back.

"Amon." The black-haired young man replied in a brisk voice.

Aaron felt a chill in his heart. He had also stayed in Trier, visited the catacombs when he was not high in rank, and even heard a lot of related things from Thomas and Alexander - among them Including those rumors about the tombs of nobles in the Fourth Age.

At least there was an "Amon Family" in Trier, and Aaron's teacher warned him not to trust anyone who claimed to be "Amon", no matter whether he looked like an Extraordinary or not.

Aaron calmly took two steps in the direction of Vika and Mateo, then dragged the two to the cabin door again, and whispered: "You guys come into the cabin."

"There's no need to be so nervous. If I wanted to hurt you, I would have thrown you out of the range of this ship long ago."

Aaron's slightly stiff neck twisted around, and what frightened him the most was that these words were not spoken by the smiling young man, but came directly from Mateo's mouth.

After Mateo said this, he immediately covered his mouth subconsciously. He began to pull at his lips in panic, and if Vika hadn't pulled his arm hard, Mateo might have started to pull out his tongue.

Aaron's face became heavy again: "Demigod, parasite..."

He said these words more to wake up Mateo, to make this guy stay vigilant and polite, and not to be as impulsive as before.

Amon nodded grandly: "For a non-school 'monster' demigod, your knowledge is pretty good. Do you need me to praise you?"

Just these words made Aaron come up with a new inference - the other party is not just a "parasite", but a higher order, making himself unable to detect it. If it is an angel of the "stealer" path...

Amon didn't care what Aaron was thinking. He deliberately asked: "If the situation here is in line with my guess, you should be able to see the changes in the silver water clearly."

"Yes." Aaron didn't try to hide it. His understanding of "Stealer" was not detailed. He only knew the names of individual potions, but he also had a brief understanding of the abilities that "Scammer" might have.

"What do you see?"

"They are all meaningless pictures, destruction and doomsday. I don't know if they have anything to do with the real world." When Aaron said this, he glanced at Vika beside him.

Although Vika was blindfolded, he still seemed to be able to sense everything around him, and took over the conversation almost without any gaps: "That was the end of the past after all. Although there are related legends in our real world, they should not be So much the same.”

"Of course it's different." Amon didn't realize that he was being excluded. He even participated in the conversation and analyzed it in a serious manner. "If the world we know has been destroyed, then we should all have died - it is even less likely that we are still standing now. It’s such a serious discussion here, isn’t it?”

What He said was not consistent with what He was thinking. A vague guess was swimming under the ice of doomsday. It nimbly avoided the question raised by Amon and disappeared into the vortex-filled sea water.

Aaron didn't seem to want to continue this topic: "I can barely hear a little music, Vika, did you hear it?"

Vika nodded: "Well, they are still outside, gathering near this ship, but they are hidden in the gaps that are difficult for me to peek into. I think you'd better not look at it for too long. If you show signs of losing control, I will also There’s nothing you can do…”

"I have a solution."

People who could say this, except for "Mr. Amon" didn't think so. A chill immediately ran through Aaron's back. He really didn't want to think about what it was: "I can restrain myself." Spirituality shouldn’t require that method.”

"You said those creatures are still following you outside?" Mateo listened for a moment, "But I didn't hear anything."

Amon also did not hear any special sounds, but his spiritual perception was much broader than that of Aaron and others. Even if he could not directly peek into the fate of the sea currents like the "monster" path, Amon could still detect the monsters wandering outside. Swarm.

The shock caused by the "Clover" confused them somewhat. They still surrounded the ship, more like entering a state of "escort" and no longer full of the previous fierce aggression. I'm afraid they have never seen anything similar, but after hearing the call of that "machine", they wanted to take the initiative to test the real objects that invaded here?

They are guarding against reality, but whether these insect swarms are targeting spiritual bodies or extraordinary characteristics, Amon cannot make an accurate judgment.

He still wanted to try throwing those people out of the boat.

Amon suddenly looked above the "Four-leaf Clover". Soon, Aaron also glanced upward quickly because of the reminder of his spiritual intuition——

A gap opened in the green barrier of the "Clover".

Mateo also followed Aaron's gaze. Before he yelled in panic, a group of silver water had already poured in, but the light curtain quickly closed behind it, causing Mateo to be confused again. Dazed and unable to make a sound.

Vika was obviously blindfolded, but at this moment she subconsciously raised her head.

The moment the silver ball of light fell, Aaron reached out to pull Vika away, but Vika jumped up before he could catch it.

He jumped a full three meters high and reached out steadily to catch the silver object. The intertwined fate instantly collapsed due to his touch, revealing what was hidden inside. Aaron fell down again, his body as light as a feather, and he carefully protected the things in his hands. It wasn't until he fell back on the deck that Mateo could see what it was.

It was a bee pupa that was constantly beating like a heart, with several spider web-like thin lines intertwined on it, forming an approximate triangle symbol.

Mateo almost guessed what it was at a glance: "Wait, is this your messenger?"

Vika scratched the towel covering his face twice, and Mateo could almost see the frown under the towel: "I don't know why it turned out like this."

A low response immediately came from the bee pupa: "If I die in the real world, I will need to return to my nest."

Vika asked the question that the others were also curious about: "Is that your lair?"

"The nest is the root of our birth, the place we are heading to now, and the source of dreams."

Is this also a dream? Is "Dreamland" a literal name?

Apart from the original, Amon could not even think of any other existence that could have such a special dream - so special that it independently formed a small chaotic world, not a spiritual space, but a single world that was completely blended into one.

The "Clover" continued to sink, and Amon began to wonder where it would go.

If these messages cannot be passed to the main body, it will be a real loss to the main body. This clone can't help but feel funny at his own thoughts.

Zoya really concealed too many things, or even Esther was deceived?

But there are always some people whom He cannot hide...

He had to get out alive and let his true body know about the "Dreamland". (End of chapter)