Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

"One, two...three." Amon broke off three fingers and counted with great interest the several tombs where George III was attacked, as if it was some kind of little game of pebbles.

"Oh? It's a four-seater. I really didn't expect Zaratul to miss it. The kid you're guarding is quite popular. Ourolius would be very happy if he were here."

Norns whispered weakly: "I don't know what else you want to do, why you want to keep me - that has nothing to do with me. I told you, I don't know about the 'Dreamland', or even Even Esther doesn’t know.”

"Because it's funny to see you scared?"

Amon made a perfunctory excuse and went to explore the clones in several tombs to grasp all aspects of the incident.

In fact, there is no need for him to do this, because the "Insect of Time" that was brought back contains all the memories of this. Amon is now just trying to verify the memory he got.

Even Amon shouldn't trust Amon gullibly - this summary is strange, but because of the precedent of Xiaoqi, such vigilance is beneficial to Amon.

And everything that happened up to this point was not much different from what the other Amon remembered. Although the reality has changed slightly, and the scattered tributaries have extended twists and turns, the direction of destiny remains constant. He can see it clearly at this moment.

Amon let go of his hand, and the transparent ball disappeared. The skylark lay flat on his palm, with its feet turned up as if pretending to be dead.

Of course, Norns was still alive, and Amon had no intention of killing it from the beginning.

Only after verifying the authenticity of that "memory", He decided to slightly change his approach to the matter: "Zoya is full of resistance to me, but I feel that this is not from His will."

Skylark was quiet for two seconds, then turned over and jumped out of Amon's hand, standing firmly on his wrist: "You are right, now that you know what we are, then you should be able to understand what we mean to you. vigilance.”

"I understand your fear of your predecessor's 'Mystery'," Amon smiled and shook his head, "but do you trust this candidate as the 'Lord of Mysteries' so much? This is the strangest thing in my opinion."

Norns even thought seriously for a moment before speaking in a low voice: "Because of fate..."

"The fate has been changed." Amon pinched the tip of Skylark's mouth and forced it to swallow the next words. "So this kind of words can deceive others, and it is useless to use them to prevaricate me."

It wasn't until his mouth was released that Skylark whispered: "This is the truth. Only by connecting the turning points of fate together can we have a chance to ensure that this 'Lord of Secrets' is controllable——"

"What if I can promise you that this world will not be destroyed? Just as you expect, I will save Triss, whether it is cooperating with the rest of the sefirot, or standing with 'Adam' to fight against the outside of the barrier enemies, I don’t think these are difficult things.”

Only Amon himself knew how complicated emotions he felt when he said the name of that "brother". Now that he knew the truth in advance, Amon trusted "Adam" even more.

Norns looked back at Amon in confusion and shook his head: "It's different."

"Just because I'm different from him?"

Skylark's pale eyes gave Amon a sense of familiarity closer to his old friend: "There was no competition from the beginning, Amon. For fate, all that exists is the result. No matter how the process changes, it will all point to the same ending. "

A hazy halo gathered on Amon's monocle. He no longer peeked at the fleeting fate, but brought himself back to reality with a sigh: "Are you too stubborn, Zoya? "

Yunque was stunned for a moment, but did not answer.

——

The chaotic mausoleum will eventually calm down, and the battle will eventually end, especially since both sides have lost the reason to fight.

After all, the most important thing was the death of George III.

Whether it was the illusion of assassination or the real crisis of the mausoleum, it was like a heavy push behind him, causing the originally confident emperor to stagger and fall on the guillotine.

The potion he drank lost the restraints of the ritual, leaving only the boundless madness that eroded his consciousness. George III looked up and saw another huge and dark throne, and another tall man with two brown mustaches. Sitting on it, overlooking the latecomer who wanted to climb to the throne.

Although he had never seen the other person in person, George III knew who it was. He had seen portraits of that face from various historical materials.

Russell Gustav originally just looked at George III indifferently, but the moment George III subconsciously raised his legs and stepped up the steps, the "Black Emperor" from a hundred years ago showed a smile that looked at the poor guy:

"How funny, it seems He gave you the same false sense of 'uniqueness'."

This was the last scene in George III's life in which he had any sense of self. To be precise, these were the last words he heard.

Immediately, this ambitious king turned into a pure and dark shadow under the influence of the potion, and his body completely fell into illusion. Before the shadow completely erupted, the witch with giant snake hair rushed down towards the tomb that was forced to fall into the real world.

The colorless flame roared, and the hatred-biting meteor burst out with its last vitality, and then disappeared at the center of the explosion.

Outside Mausoleum No. 1, on the mountain peak not far away, the "Red Angel" looked at this scene and let out a snort through his nose.

"Did you already know that this would be the result?" Standing next to the "Red Angel", the "White Saint" who belonged to the "Witch Sect" asked softly with a serious expression.

When "Red Angel" laughed wantonly, two twisted cracks appeared vaguely on both sides of his cheeks: "This matter has nothing to do with me. If you have any questions, just ask that little crow yourself."

——

The secret mausoleums collapsed one after another, and the goal of this operation has been achieved.

Klein did not hesitate, he quickly fled towards the depths of the fog of history - and behind him, the shadow transformed by Zaratul was pursuing him.

When the group of Fulgrim's dogs emerged from the pores of history and began to bite the enemies who were chasing Klein, he couldn't help but feel nervous.

But after sensing that what was dispersed by Zaratul was only a part of the historical projection, Klein was somewhat relieved.

However, the pursuer, who was clearly the stronger side, felt a faint pressure, and some subtle spiritual intuition reminded him not to get entangled - soon, Zaratul understood why.

The appearance of Fulgrim's Dogs was more like the vanguard of a preliminary battle, locating the location of the enemy. Immediately afterwards, all kinds of strange spiritual creatures that Klein had never heard of began to emerge from the gaps in the fog of history. Get out of it.

They were in tacit agreement and unanimously, charging fiercely towards the shadow composed of transparent worms and slippery tentacles. Zaratul, who was still in the form of mythical creatures, was shocked. He had never seen these spiritual world creatures so "unified", but not even Other words can be used to describe their unusual appearance.

Klein continued to move forward, leaving behind him the history of the Fifth, Fourth, and Third Epochs, as well as the mighty army of spiritual creatures, as well as the enemies who finally encountered obstacles.

He was still running towards the front of history, approaching the beginning of the Second Age. It was not until the time when the Giant King Ormir buried his parents that Klein stopped when his spiritual intuition calmed down.

I don’t know where Zaratul was left, but when Klein returned to reality, he encountered no further obstruction.

After finally safely escaping from the mausoleum, Klein "teleported" to several locations one after another, getting rid of any possible clues. He even used "Angel's Embrace" to eliminate traces before quietly returning to the center of this huge vortex.

The most dangerous place, the safest place. With this thought in mind, Klein returned to a safe house he left in Backlund.

He's never used it here, so no one should know - that's the way it is.

But the moment Klein held the doorknob, his figure froze at the door.

His spiritual intuition was a step late - and Klein's body was already turning the door handle uncontrollably, stepping in very naturally, as if he had never paused just now.

The young man wearing a black pointed hat sat leisurely by the window frame, as if it was more comfortable than the sofa. Behind the monocle was a curious and inquiring mind.

A skylark was perched on His shoulder, its little eyes full of guilt.

"Good afternoon, I was still wondering when you would come back. I didn't expect it to be earlier than in my 'memory', Mr. Fool."

Klein realized that he had regained control of his body, of course, only part of it, such as his mouth: "I'm not..."

"Oh, I know you are the Fool," Amon tapped his temple. "Among those messy thoughts, this is the clearest point. It can be said that you told me yourself."

Amon didn't wait for Klein to react, so he continued speaking:

"Don't worry, I don't have any ill intentions. I just want to talk to you and take you to meet a friend. I think in his self-perception, you two are friends, right?"

"..." Klein's silence was the only response he could give.

The other party's nickname is "He". This direction is clear enough for Klein, but he is not sure why such a friendly attitude is. For Amon, he wants to control a Sequence Three——

"The problem is that I can't completely control you, which is very annoying." Amon did not approach Klein, but looked at him curiously, "I really can't figure it out..."

Klein's curiosity was aroused, but he remained silent.

"Don't you know Him? Zoya, or are you more familiar with the name 'Esther'?" There was undisguised mockery in the black eyes, "She is the worst 'scammer' I have ever seen. It's hard to believe. How could anyone believe his lies?"

Klein wanted to say "She's not" - but he looked at the skylark that kept lowering its head and finally said nothing.