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Chapter 200 Lord of Mysteries: Peerless Tarot

"It's beyond my expectation that you have extraordinary abilities in different ways." Amon snapped his fingers, and amidst the melodious bell, he got the ball lightning and hit the huge black dragon.

"Normally, Seers lack the means of self-harm, and you don't have the Sealed Artifact of the Tyrant Path on you."

"And you who are not at the angel level can still interfere with time."

"Hehe, this is worth studying."

As Amon said, as a Seer, Klein has almost no means of self-harm, especially means of killing himself quickly.

Klein recalled all his abilities, whether it was a paper doll stand-in or flame jumping, including abilities such as the historical aperture and the thread of the spirit body. Not only could he not kill himself, but he was able to survive well.

In the extraordinary field, fortune tellers are seriously biased.

"Do you think I didn't notice the mismatch between your behavior and logic?" Amon grinned, his eyes full of teasing, he raised the monocle on his right eye socket, and said to Klein:

"The first time you wore the monocle on the left eye socket, and the second time you wore it on the right eye socket, so here comes the question, aren't you afraid that Medici will kill you directly?"

"A person like you who cherishes life would actually scare Medici twice in a row. If you don't have some support, I'm afraid once is the limit."

"It just so happens that I used to be a psychiatrist for a period of time. Based on my contact with you in the past few days, I preliminarily diagnosed that you have modified your memory and consciousness."

Is it too cruel for Amon to be a psychiatrist?
Klein's expression didn't change, he just spread out his thoughts to prevent Amon from stealing his deep thoughts.

Just as Amon was about to make a move, he suddenly squinted at the position behind him, and a piece of extreme ice with a bright white-purple light arc hit him, and the barren land under his feet did not know when a black tide overflowed.

Like crying, or like a dying bird whining, the dragon began to chant majestic and ancient words.

"Where did you know this giant dragon?" Amon didn't avoid it, because he felt ripples in the space, and it was useless to steal distance.

Amon put on a soft pointed hat while speaking, and a black robe of a classical magician appeared on his body.

The crystal-carved monocle on His right eye socket lighted up slightly, and the illusory clock standing on the barren land behind him turned rapidly, the second hand and the hour hand kept interlacing, and finally reached a position that symbolized twelve o'clock. .

At this moment, the black dragon turned into a phantom and returned to history.

Amon stole my historical projection hold time! ?

Klein's heart sank instantly. He still had a third way to self-destruct, but now this plan has been ruined.

"You are the main body?" Klein's voice was a little dry, and his voice became a little hoarse.

But he still didn't despair, more and more memories came back, and he still had more cards.

Aside from the outrageous incantations of the Gunara God of Darkness, he hasn't reached the moment of despair yet.

Amon smiled, didn't answer Klein's question, and said in a chatty manner: "I just saw a strange fate from that giant dragon, and these strange abilities on you seem to have something to do with him. "

"Interesting, isn't it?"

"The composite ability of non-adjacent pathways appeared in one existence, and the last one was my betrayed father."

"Of course, I don't think this is a sequence-related force."

"There are far more secrets hidden in you than I imagined."

Klein didn't pay attention to Amon's words, but gradually put himself in a relatively calm state.

"It seems that you were caught by me on purpose and used the power of the audience channel to make yourself forget some secrets. These secrets are equivalent to Origin Castle in your heart?" Amon grinned, revealing the rows of neat teeth, His eyes were piercing, and he made no secret of his curiosity.

"I'm getting more and more interested in you."

With a smile on the corner of Klein's mouth, he moved his body leisurely and said, "You kill me."

"No!" Amon was very interested, and refused with a smile: "This is so interesting, I will not kill you even after stealing Origin Castle."

"So, you really don't consider being my favored one?"

"You should kill me." Klein said casually with his hands in his pockets, "Where shall we go next?"

"Oh? Why did you take the initiative?" Amon asked without answering.

"Guess?" Klein kept a polite smile, and even wanted to take out an ice cream from the historical pore, but Amon took it away before taking it out.

Amon looked at the ice cream in his hand and smiled, and said, "The mentality is good."

Above the gray fog, the crimson stars corresponding to the members of the Tarot Society began to expand and contract, emitting light and creating ripples.

The invisible power began to resonate, and a crimson condensed "figure" loomed on the bronze bench. Su Lin and Zhong Li sat on both sides of the led bronze bench and looked down.

They are not only spectators, but also the last insurance.

Of course, in Klein's words, even in the original work, Amon didn't succeed. If Amon succeeded this time, he would be a fool.

Well, he only said that he shouldn't be a fool, but he didn't say that he didn't want Origin Castle.

So assuming that Klein was accidentally stolen by Amon, then Amon would be attacked by two gods the moment he opened the gate of Origin Castle and entered.

Han Li: "Brother Zhou had the demeanor of an immortal when he summoned the thunder. Unfortunately, the two paths cannot be cultivated at the same time."

Han Li: "For normal people."

He deliberately added, because several people in the group were not normal people.

Song Shuhang: "The magic power of the restraint cultivator is boundless~."

Zhang Chulan: "Master Dao, I gradually understand everything, hahahaha."

Zhang Chulan: "Ahem, I'm sorry, just kidding."

Emiya Shiro: "This is Amon himself, he really looks like a traditional magician."

Emiya Shiro: "When I saw Him, my right eye socket was a little itchy. I was joking. Ye Fan, can you put the tripod down?"

Xiao Yan: "You can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. Where did my monocle go? Oh, I found it."

Su Lin: "It's too scary, there are so many Amons in the group."

In Zhongli's live broadcast room, Amon suddenly received an epic level strengthening, parasitic across the heavens.

Zhong Li looked at Su Lin, who was wearing a monocle, and was silent for two seconds. Although he was very adaptable, sometimes he would inevitably feel that he was facing several walnuts at the same time.

'Should I be glad that there is no Amon in the group? '

Lu Mingfei: "This is not the limit of your work, can you give Mr. Fool some hard work. @苏林"

Su Lin: "It is possible but not necessary."

Lu Mingfei: "Xiao Su, go, give him the whole job."

Su Lin: "Are you floating?"

Lu Mingfei: "I also said to give you a Gundam, model Freedom."

Su Lin: "Brother, look after you!"

With a smile on the corner of Zhongli's mouth, he shook his head helplessly.

Under the gray mist, Klein's footsteps paused slightly, and he looked up at the lightning flashing across the air.

Not far away, there is a giant with rotten and pus all over his body, his eyes are sunken, and he is about tens of meters tall. There is an extremely deep ravine near the place where he wanders.

Amon introduced him to him just now, that is the youngest son of the Giant King Almir, the 'God of Honor' Bradell.

"So, what is this place?" Klein vaguely felt that he should know the name of this place.

"This is the sacred place where my father wakes up, and the place where the history I'm looking for is buried." Amon pushed the monocle on his eye socket, and said with a bit of solemnity: "Chenobel. "

When Klein heard the name, his casual gesture disappeared instantly. After staring at Amon briefly, indescribable emotions surged in his heart.

Not very surprised, but depressed.

'I never left. '

"Cherno Belial" is like a key word, unlocking the heavy shackles on Klein's astral body and astral body.In the depths of the spiritual island, in a confessional room shrouded in mist, a ray of illusory sunlight shone through the enamel glass, and the young man with black hair and brown pupils opened his eyes.

'I've long since digested the ancient scholar's potion! '

As soon as this idea came up, a gray mist appeared in front of his eyes, and the prayers of members of the Tarot Society came from his ears.

Klein instantly realized that his connection with Origin Castle was further strengthened at this time, and he could return to Origin Castle without spells and four steps backwards!

He immediately wanted to activate Origin Castle, but found that he had returned to the state where he could not move outside the Land Abandoned by God.

Deep parasitism? !

"I've changed my mind." Amon slowly turned his head from not far ahead, the corners of his mouth raised exaggeratedly, and the voice came from his mouth and Klein's mind at the same time:

"My original plan was to give you some time through the journey, give you some historical knowledge, help you digest the 'Ancient Scholar' potion, let you relax your guard in this regard, and let you find that when your connection with Origin Castle deepens, Steal Origin Castle the moment you suddenly return to Origin Castle."

"But that was before."

"How can it be possible that the Land Abandoned by the Gods does not have the extraordinary characteristics of a high-level spectator path? I only need to observe you carefully through the power of parasitic control of the spectator path."

"I have been observing since I discovered the contradictions in you. The giant dragon you summoned behind you has its own strange authority, which made me firmly believe in one fact, that is."

"You were deliberately caught by me and taken to the land abandoned by the gods."

"So I put the Worm of Time I took out back into your body just now, until that moment I was sure that you have some way of predicting my actions."

"This is really interesting, so I decided to change the method and keep you. If necessary, it is not impossible to bear your fate."

The terrifying ravings of the King of Angels not only contained Amon's chuckle, but also destroyed Klein's spirit.

On the surface of his skin, "spiritual insects" squirmed and squirmed, and he was on the verge of losing control.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the depths of Chernobyl." Amon stole the distance between Klein and Him, and let Klein walk from Chernobyl with Him in a state where he couldn't think about anything. Go inside.

But at this moment, the Cyclops, who had already died and was covered in rot and pus, stretched out a huge blue-black giant hand to block Amon's way.

Amon focused his eyes, and took a look at the giant. There were almost illusory black thin tubes behind him, which stretched to infinity.

A swipe.

A large sword composed of orange-red shimmers suddenly condensed in the hands of the tens of meters tall black giant. It held it in one hand and swung towards Klein and Amon who were still on the edge of the deep ditch.

The son of the giant king, who had wandered in the land abandoned by the gods for thousands of years and could not sleep, suddenly erupted with unprecedented power. The blade spanned the space, and the edge of the blade formed a storm that could almost destroy this wilderness.

Amon didn't move, and this sudden change still couldn't hurt him. He took advantage of some loophole in the rules to allow himself and Klein to escape the sudden blow.

"Dark night." Amon spat out a word.

The moment Amon activated his ability, he stole Klein's desire to return to Origin Castle.

But Klein's eyes weren't dazed. Taking advantage of this brief moment of regaining consciousness, he remembered more things.

"Leodro!"

Rumble!
Thousands of silver-white lightning showers covered the area.

Amon smiled. Just calling the name of the god is not enough to break through his defense and attack his body. After all, it is only the residual divine power. Even if Klein calls the real name of the god with the remaining divine power, it will have the same ending.

The only troublesome thing is the "black night" who controls the son of the giant king in front of him.

It turns out that He has already controlled the uniqueness of the "Death God" pathway.

Thin black tubes protruded from the hidden darkness, trying to attack Amon directly, and Amon sensed Klein's next move through deep parasitism, and continued to read his name.

He didn't stop Klein's action, and focused on preparing to use the rules to leave.

"Ocusses!"

Heh, Eternal Blazing Sun, before he even finished reading his name, he cast an incomparably scorching light.

"Su Lin!"

Amon turned his head and looked aside. It wasn't the giant language, nor the ancient Hermes language, but the language of the old days?

Under Amon's gaze, the remnants of Eternal Blazing Sun's divine power converged into a human form. It was a black-haired young man with clear features like a sculpture. The outline was distinct and extremely handsome, and a pair of platinum-gold eyes were sharp and energetic.

'God descended? '

As soon as this thought came to Amon's mind, bursts of illusory and blurred light suddenly burst into the deeply parasitic Klein's mind.

In the confessional room protruding from the spiritual island, the black-haired and brown-eyed Klein chanted a mantra, using himself as an anchor to become an outlet for the power of light.

Su Lin's avatar, which was condensed with the divine power of Oquseth, held a sword of light in both hands, raised it above his head, and launched a precise strike targeting the spell-caster.

【Holy Judgment】

The two 'Insects of Time' parasitic on Klein's body disappeared instantly.

Klein's mental body was also completely integrated with the outer personality at this time. He suddenly had an idea, looked at Amon with a strange smile and said:

"The God of Light has revived in my body."

As soon as he finished speaking, Klein turned into a skin wrapped in concentrated light power!
Amon's Worm of Time was just the beginning. Every spirit worm in Klein's body was gradually purified by light, and majestic holy light gushed out from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.

In less than a second, Klein's body was completely purified, and his consciousness and spirit returned to Origin Castle.

After a few seconds of silence, Amon adjusted the position of his glasses, raised his head to look at the infinite height of Origin Castle, outlined the corners of his mouth, and said in a low voice, "Interesting."

And at this time, in the ancient palace above the gray mist.

At the top of the long bronze table, the bookish Klein with black hair and brown eyes gradually overlapped with the "Crimson" figure. In his regained consciousness, Klein felt layers of prayers echoing in his ears.

"Sike fist, thinking is like a fountain!

Nian Kejian, never forget!!
Xiao Kezhang, life after life!!!
Xiao Ke, Xiao Ke, Xiao Ke!
Pleasure in pain, the taste of a witch!
Desperately illiterate, curly-haired baboons!
A mantra in nothingness, Leodro!
The solo dancer in Origin Castle, the Lord of Mysteries! "

Klein's eyes widened suddenly, and he forcibly gained control of the spirit body!
(End of this chapter)