Lord of the Mysteries

Lightning once again illuminated the barren plains filled with gray and yellow mist, illuminated the place where the angelic battle had just occurred, and illuminated the calm smile on Klein's face.

Amon stared at him for a few seconds, pushed the monocle, smiled and said:

"Can't I just say another word?

"You seem to have found new hope?"

Klein's smile remained unchanged, his fists reached the nose, and one hand interjected:

"I just suddenly wanted to understand one thing. Playing this game is that your body is not desperate. On the contrary, it shows that you simply cannot steal my destiny directly."

"Oh?" Amon said with a smile, and seemed quite expecting what Klein would say next.

Klein laughed and said unshakably:

"Otherwise, as soon as you enter the land abandoned by God, you will directly steal my destiny and become the new owner of Yuanbao. Even if you want to play a game of escape and interception, you can wait until the main purpose is achieved. If you do that, you will not bear any risk, and I have lost the chance of resurrection, lost my original fate, and, driven by the instinct of survival, will try harder to escape.

"It ’s true that the" **** of gods "may do something that seeks irritation regardless of risk, but you are still the" **** of deception. "

Having said that, Klein glanced at Amon's unchanged expression and paused:

"I know that you really have the extraordinary ability to steal the fate of others, but being able to do one thing does not mean you will do it. This requires weighing risks, weighing pros and cons, and analyzing gains and losses.

"I think you don't want to steal my destiny directly, that will make you bear everything brought by the source castle, you must fight against the shadow of the resurrection of its original owner, even for the angel king like you, this is also It's very dangerous. If you accidentally fall, you want to find a loophole, you can get 'source fort', but you don't need to bear the negative impact, and you must get my 'permission'. "

When he said this, Klein thought of the experience of playing viruses on his computer several times in his life. Those viruses would always disguise themselves as normal things, tricking you into clicking and making "allow".

This is somewhat similar to the current situation.

After listening to Klein's words, Amon looked at him, didn't speak, but calmly supported the monocle carved by Fu Jing.

Klein smiled and continued:

"Since you 'parasitic' me, you are committing a large-scale fraud, while giving you the option to be your dependent, while telling me that your body can withstand my destiny and let me bear a heavy heart burden.

"In the next journey, you kept showing me hope and destroying it constantly, giving time limits from time to time, making me unconsciously seize the opportunity to catch my breath, and shortening my trip abruptly, disrupting my arrangements, and finally revealed I am the card of the ontology, which drove me into the abyss of despair, to destroy my will, broke my psychological defense, completely broke me down, chose to be your client, and 'agree' with the potential 'transaction' '. "

After listening quietly, Amon laughed suddenly, raised his hands, and applauded gently:

"Perfect reasoning.

"However, you seem to be missing a question.

"I mean, see my body, go to a place that is safe enough, and then take away your destiny. Now that we have not reached our final destination, of course I will not take risks."

Klein's expression sank slightly, then he relaxed again:

"I'm looking forward to what's different there."

He responded to Amon's words with Amon's gesture.

The real angel king corrected his monocle and smiled and said to the side:

"Quickly, we can arrive in less than half a day."

"How long?" Klein instinctively lacked trust in Amon's vague description.

Amon grabbed his chin and laughed:

"Half an hour."

Klein glanced sideways in the direction Amon had just pointed, only to see that there was darkness and nowhere.

A flash of lightning flashed through the barren plain, but in the distance was a thicker grayish yellow mist.

…………

Beckland, Queens, inside the luxury villa of the Count Hall,

After two days of chaos, Audrey's life finally restored some peace, which made her more curious about the truth hidden in the king's assassination.

Considering that Mr. Fool seems to have hinted that Tarot may be cancelled today, Audrey decided to pray to this existence in advance, contact the "world" German Spallo and try to figure out the corresponding situation.

She just glanced at Susie, and the big golden retriever immediately walked out of the room, closed the door with her legs, and squatted outside.

Audrey sat down familiarly, in a posture of prayer, and whispered in ancient Hermes:

"Not a fool of this age ..."

…………

Backland, East End, a two bedroom rental house.

"You said, would there be a party today? No formal announcement was made ..." Fuls took out his lady's pocket watch and clicked.

Hugh shook his head:

"do not know."

Firth couldn't sit still, left the position, paced back and forth a little anxiously, and muttered to himself:

"Mr. 'World' has no feedback, 'Mr. Fool' has not responded ..."

Talking, Firth suddenly looked at his friend who was eating ham, and said quickly:

"Hugh, or if you try to pray to Mr. Fool, ask if the party is going to be held as scheduled today."

Hugh slightly frowned, lowered her fork, and nodded:

"it is good."

She also felt that the situation was a little weird.

After shaking hands, resting against the chin, took a breath and said lowly:

"Not a fool of this age ..."

…………

Beckland, North District, under Saint Samuel's Church, in a room behind Chanis Gate.

Emlin White woke up and was a little confused about that dream.

He seemed to dream of Lilith, the ancestor of the blood race!

In a dream, he was trapped in an old castle full of red vines, and he couldn't escape.

Later, through narrow windows high up, he saw the crimson moon outside, and saw a pair of huge bat wings that covered half of the red moon.

In the blood legend, this is one of the symbols of the ancient **** Lilith.

Immediately afterwards, Emlin flew high, trying to open the narrow window and found a tarot card at the bottom of the glass.

The surface of the tarot card depicts a young man in gorgeous clothes. He wears a gorgeous headgear, a cane on his shoulders, a baggage on his head, and a puppy pulling behind him.

"Fool" card.

Dreaming here, Emlin naturally woke up, and as a blood viscount, he had basic dream analysis skills:

"It must be my current situation that has caused this dream to appear. That 'star' has never sent me some human blood ...

"I am indeed the object of the ancestor's care ... He is implying that if I want to get out of my predicament, I must get help from Mr." Fool "?

"What day is it today? Forget it, pray directly, so that you can go out as soon as possible." Emlin sat up hopefully, and recited quite religiously:

"Not a fool of this age ..."

…………

Above the fog, the three crimson stars corresponding to "justice", "trial" and "moon" began to expand and contract, emitting light and creating ripples.

They merged into the existing crimson "tidal water", which made the shock of the entire mysterious space instantly.

During the shock, the "tidal water" flooded the ancient and majestic palace, and behind the eight seats on both sides of the bronze long table, one after another mysterious symbols were lit.

This brought new halos and new shocks, accompanied by a buzzing sound.

The top of the mottled long table, the back of the seat belonging to the "Fool" is also lit up, and the complex symbols composed of half of the "twisted line" and half of the "eyeless eyes" continue to stretch out and become layers , Extremely three-dimensional.

The crimson "tidal water" was thus attracted, and a "human figure" condensed on the high back chair of the "fool."

This "shadow" is not stable enough, it is sometimes distorted, sometimes scattered, and it is difficult to really take shape.

On the barren plain filled with gray and yellow mist, Klein's footsteps paused slightly, and he looked up at the lightning flashing in the air.

He immediately retracted his eyes, carried a leather lantern, followed Amon's side, and went deep into the wasteland where he could not see the margins.

The more a person makes his king a day, the more ditches on the ground and the more exaggerated the depth.

About ten minutes later, as another flash of lightning pierced the sky, Klein saw a blue-and-black Cyclops hovering not far away.

His body was full of traces of decay and pus, his eyes were sunken, and he had lost his life at a glance.

But he was still wandering, the body was filled with gray-yellow gas, intertwined into clouds in the mid-air, creating a mist in the wasteland.

The grayish-yellow mist that enveloped this endless wilderness was brought by this blue-black giant!

"The younger son of giant King Ormir, 'God of glory' Bradell, he blatantly cursed my father, suffered punishment, and hovered here forever. Of course, he died long ago in the 'catastrophic', but still failed Freed. "Amon pointed at the blue-eyed Cyclops and said with a smile," If it wasn't for me stealing the corresponding damage, as long as you enter this plain, you will be contaminated by the mist generated by Bradell's death and become The lingering cursed. "

Do I have to say thank you? Klein suddenly had a feeling of going directly into the myth.

Amon took him and moved on, and soon approached the dark-eyed Cyclops.

There was an extremely secluded gully where the giant wandered, lightning flashed across it, and the bottom of the place was vaguely showing a thick and wide gray building.

Klein just glanced, his eyelids beating slightly, remembering the picture he saw while divining "No Dark Cross".

If he remembered correctly, this should be the place where the ancient sun god, the creator of Silver City, the father of Amon and Adam, came out!

Is that what Amon said is safe enough? Klein sank immediately.

At this time, Amon, wearing a pointed soft hat monocle, walked to the edge of the gully, turned his back to the gray and white building, slightly opened his hands and said with a smile:

"This is a sacred place where my father wakes up, buried with the history I want to explore.

"My father told me that there is a very old name called ..."

In the silver and white lightning shining across the horizon, Ammonton, wearing a classical black robe, opened his arms a little more, and said solemnly:

"Chernobyl!"