Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

"I know where you're going."

The crow and the night are indistinguishable from each other, and the white lightning lights up, illuminating its lingering shadow at Esther's feet.

Esther didn't speak, and looked up at the stretched wings.

As a result, in the next moment, the figure of the crow had already glided gracefully in another direction, and then instantly stole the distance, flashing into the more concealed shadows.

"Why are you so nervous?" Esther said softly with a smile, not caring whether the crow could hear it clearly, "I'm not trying to parasitize you."

"I know, you just want to kill me."

The moment the voice sounded behind her, Esther's left hand was grasped backward once, and the ability of the "Deciphering Scholar" was enough for her to instantly distinguish the other party's location through the voice.

The pale bone nail was thrust out, but it just fell into the air. Esther moved the fingers of her left hand, and continued to steal the distance in the original direction.

The figure of the crow with white eye circles was illuminated in another thunderstorm, and Esther and Esther flashed in this direction almost in no particular order, stealing the distance in sync, and never moved away.

Esther didn't want to talk to it, but the crow was even more talkative: "But why did you come here? It should have nothing to do with you."

For the first time, Esther showed her expression under Crow's gaze. There was a crack in her indifferent and gentle demeanor. She briefly stopped stealing distance: "Where is your true body?"

"Land Abandoned by God" is no hindrance to Amon. A king of angels who is a "thief" can basically do whatever he wants on this barren continent. It's time to find out.

But now he has not appeared.

This deviation from expectations made it even more difficult for Esther to figure out Amon's plan. If it was "Zoya", she might be able to infer something, but Esther didn't know the detailed relationship between the two.

The crow clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction: "Look, it's you who are nervous, not me. The ontology just sent me to chat with you, isn't that enough to express His kindness?"

Esther walked forward quickly, relieving her tired spirit from frequent distance stealing, and didn't even bother to give the crow a look: "This kind of behavior itself can be regarded as a part of 'fraud'."

"Haha, don't you care about such trivial things?" The crow's hoarse laughter circled back and forth above Esther's head, "Don't change the topic, the things here have nothing to do with 'Esther', but you can guess what's the matter with Esther." Who's involved?"

"Zoya." Esther raised the corner of her mouth. Although she smiled gently, her eyes were only indifferent.

The crow seemed to be tired from flying, and slowly descended: "So you don't need to take care of his affairs, right? This is also for your own sake—"

Its figure suddenly disappeared and appeared three meters away on the other side. A bone sword stabbed out from where the crow had fallen.

After losing her target this time, Esther did not pursue it. She twisted her body as she fell and landed steadily on the ground. She didn't care about the miss and continued to move forward.

"This is also for your own good. Strictly speaking, Zoya and the main body can be regarded as friends. Otherwise, why can you get along with the clone?"

The white-eyed crow was more cautious in his speech, and did not directly name him "Little Seven".

"This kind of lie is so clumsy. Has your 'scammer' trait been eaten into the dog's belly?"

"I only have the characteristic of 'parasite'." The crow's voice sounded a little wronged.

Esther raised her left hand and gestured a middle finger at the crow in the air, and then she started stealing the distance again, not wanting to listen to the gossip of the black bird above her head.

"I have a problem since I saw you." The crow followed closely in the air, completely ignoring the dissatisfaction expressed by Esther's gestures just now.

"I told you to shut up, can you not ask?"

The words Esther asked back were very erratic, because she would appear several meters away every few seconds.

Crow's tone seemed a little smug: "No. You sound a lot more irritable than before, a bit like an old friend of mine."

"Who?"

"Who is it? I have forgotten His name."

The crow flapped its wings and swooped down again, passing by the figure in the red cloak, but this time it did not receive the attack of the bone sword, which somehow made the crow feel so bored.

After Esther stole a distance again, her brows couldn't help but frown.

What stood in front of him was a black mist, and there was faint light shining through the deeper places, but it was really hard to see clearly from the outside.

The extraordinary power remaining in the black mist is very chaotic. If you steal the distance again, you may be drawn into it and fall in an unknown direction, and may even produce some kind of destructive chain reaction.

With such a premonition, Esther just moved her left hand, and went deep without rashly trying her luck.

"Out of good intentions, I recommend you to walk, because the laws of physics in the area ahead have been cheated." The crow fell from mid-air and stood not far from Esther's right, staring at her curiously.

Esther knew that this sentence was true, she glanced sideways at the white-eyed crow, had to accept this suggestion, and changed to walking again.

The moment Esther stepped into the range of the black mist, she felt a sudden pain in the center of her right eyebrow, but it was only a short moment, and the abnormal movement returned to calm amidst the humming in her mind.

The crow also came closer. It seemed that it was no longer afraid of being attacked by Esther, and boldly followed her feet.

But this crow is also very cautious. When the red cloak is rolled up with Esther's steps, the crow will carefully avoid the corners, which seems to be the direct reason why it didn't try to land on Esther.

Esther noticed this, and pointed to her shoulder amusedly: "Tired from flying? I can lend you my shoulder."

The crow flapped its wings twice, and followed Esther on the ground: "The nature of mythical creatures will not make me feel tired, but seeing your performance, I will feel that you are hopeless."

"It's hopeless? Ha! Isn't it because of you—forget it, there's no point in arguing with you about this kind of thing." Esther stopped talking in time and accelerated her pace, any further talking would only affect her own mood.

"I didn't mean that." The crow happily jumped a few steps forward, allowing himself to enter Esther's line of sight. "You are now a 'parasite'."

Esther opened her eyes slightly, and finally her eyes fell on the crow: "What you want to say has something to do with my promotion method."

"Your Extraordinary characteristics come from us, you should understand this in your heart?" The crow tilted his head, as if he was thinking about something bad.

Esther responded to the question with silence.

She raised her head suddenly, the black mist had almost come to an end, and a light of the same color as her hair appeared in front of her, which made Esther suddenly trot.

The crow had to flap its wings and fly up again so that it could keep up with Esther. Its interest in speaking was not disturbed at all: "You have never thought that you also exist to replace the fate of the other two Amon. ?and you--"

Esther stopped suddenly. As long as she raised her legs and moved forward again, she would get out of the black mist and be able to see the gentle light curtain not far away.

She didn't look at the crow either, but she responded to what it said just now: "I'm not Amon. I don't understand what you are trying to affect by saying these things, my self-cognition? Is this the task assigned to you by the ontology?"

"The main body just sent me to watch the joke." The crow flew down in front of Esther, shaking its wings as it rushed to the range beyond the black mist behind it.

"What the hell is out there?"

"Zoya's relic, Zoya's treasure, Zoya's worthless bet that Zoya was coaxed to put on the balance... Whatever it is, it's not 'Esther'." The crow raised his head, black eyes There is a smile in the face.

Reason told Esther that she should turn back, because she saw excitement and anticipation in the crow's eyes, and the accent it emphasized when it said this also made Esther raise her eyebrows subconsciously.

Since it was something Amon was looking forward to, it would naturally make Esther feel bad, but the "spiritual intuition" was hesitant, unable to give a clear direction, but full of resistance to the doubts in Esther's heart.

Just one step away.

Esther took a deep breath. She had traveled so far just to find the source of this call, and there was absolutely no reason to give up and turn back.

"Then let me tell you one more thing." The crow shook his head and raised his tail, "Even if you walk over there, there is no way you can touch the city that was exiled out of time. You have already thrown the key away. .”

Esther's breathing was stagnant, and she quickly searched out something related to the "key" from her memory: "You mean, the pointer on the desert island..."

"Yes, that's not a symbol. But you can't blame us for not taking the key yourself."

The "pale bone nail" in Esther's right hand gradually turned, as if it was about to stab forward in the next second.

The crow backed away from her, spread its black wings upwards, and rushed forward to make a "please" gesture:

"Just a reminder, I will never stop you."

Esther didn't speak, and stepped out of the area covered by the black mist.

The pale yellow light shrouded her eyes, giving Esther the illusion that she was about to climb into the gray fog, but the next moment, her vision recovered from the blurry feeling of suddenly seeing light.

Esther was stepping on a slope, which was the avenue leading to the valley below. At the end of this road was a city surrounded by light.

The light curtain forms a semi-circular insulating layer, like a cover that is buckled above the meal to keep the meal warm, waiting for the moment when it is uncovered, giving the diner a "surprise".

The call that Esther could hear instantly became clear:

Desperate cries for help, vague and noisy babbles, painful calls and screams...

It was hard for her to describe what she heard. Just when Esther thought that the sound would continue, everything she "heard" fell into silence, as if the signal was cut off suddenly.

Esther touched her forehead blankly.

Crow Amon landed at her feet: "It's started."

"What?" Esther asked subconsciously.

"a new day."