Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

Chapter 269
Esther turned around and strode into the black mist: "I'm different from you."

"You are always denying this, but 'you' is Zoya." Amon naturally followed, walking behind her, like a shadow gathered by a black mist.

"I'm not." Esther said without looking back.

I am Li Xing, I am Esther, definitely not "Zoya"!
Only in this point, Esther has an extremely firm belief.

Even if the world where "Li Xing" lives has been horribly destroyed, even if "Esther"'s name will always be forgotten by people who have intersected with her, I am still me...

"What if this is also Zoya's expectation?" Amon's smiling voice sounded.

Esther glanced back at him disdainfully: "That won't change anything, I am who I am."

After Esther walked out of the black mist, the footsteps following her stopped.

Amon's voice came from behind her: "You will take back this sentence one day, Zoya."

"I told you, I'm Esther!"

Esther didn't suppress her anger any more, "Pale Nail" pointed back suddenly, the hood slid back from her head, revealing her eyes that shimmered in the dark, the imprint was gradually getting lighter, and her eyes were gradually Restore.

But the direction where the voice came from just now was empty.

A black crow feather slowly falls, like a mirror, reflecting Esther's powerlessness over her own destiny, and also seems to be mocking her stupidity of not distinguishing between true and false, good and evil from the past to the present.

Esther turned back and pulled up the hood of the bloody cloak to cover her hair.

-

Among the stone pillars.

Esther sat here to rest her feet again. If it wasn't for worrying about the danger nearby after she fell asleep, or being controlled by "Zoya" and making some unpredictable actions, Esther really wanted to sleep for a while.

Ever since she met Amon, her brain was like a CPU that was overloaded all the time. It hasn't caught fire yet, thanks to Zoya's additional forced cooling state.

After the marks in her eyes disappeared, Esther's emotions began to fluctuate again, leaving that indifferent but alienated state, which gave her a weird feeling of being taken out and reinstalled.

This is of course related to Zoya, and it is very similar to the state displayed by Ulorius... But when I mentioned Medici, he seemed a little sad. Is it my too emotional fantasy?

Thinking of the memory that Amon deliberately retained, he deliberately showed the victims of the Aurora Society to Esther, which still made Esther, who accepted Hells' kindness, feel uncomfortable.At that time, "spiritual intuition" was full of resistance, and Zoya's refusal to communicate was because Hells was still fighting against the Seven Gods?
It's not like He cares about the life and death of ordinary people, otherwise there wouldn't be such a chaotic town where life and death are superimposed.

Esther touched her forehead, and finally gave up the idea of ​​going to the City of Silver to take a look. Now is not the time, she had such a premonition in her heart.

Without any further hesitation, she decisively recited the honorable name of Ouroreus, praying to him that she could leave this continent.After praying, Esther stood up, stole the dust off her body and threw it aside.

She looked up overhead, and another bolt of lightning split the darkness.

Unlike the dream of meeting the Evernight Goddess, Hells didn't let me directly enter his kingdom of God, but only had a brief communication with me on the periphery.However, unlike what he saw in the dream in the Tingen period, he seems to have a little spare power to suppress the state of madness...

Is it because we met?Or was Zoya anchoring his cognition when I didn't know it?Maybe there are two reasons, but the extent to which Zoya can help is limited, so He wants to let me go as soon as possible, because he knows that I can't accept His madness.

Esther had to admit that the memories Amon gave her would more or less affect her view of Hells.

Ouroleus arrived very quickly, which made Esther suspect that He had been praying next to Hells. Apart from that, the "Angel of Destiny" didn't seem to have much to do.

However, when Ourolius walked out of the gap in the spirit world and saw the group of stone pillars in front of him, he was obviously stunned for two seconds before walking towards Esther.

"You know this place?"

On Ulorius' sculpturally perfect face, there was a rare distressed expression: "I seem to remember that there is the Lord's army."

Esther was quite surprised by this answer, and smiled wryly: "That was a long time ago... Ulorius, can I ask you a special question? You can also choose not to answer."

Ourolius stared at Esther blankly for a moment before nodding: "I will answer."

Ulorius' straightforward reaction made Esther hesitate for a few seconds. She always felt that she didn't want to bully him, but strictly speaking, Ulorius was not a human being. She seemed to be an angel of the "fate" path King of……

Considering the fact that no one can ask questions at the moment, and the "Fool"'s answer is always vague, Esther didn't dare to ask "The Fool", so she could only bite the bullet and say: "You know Zoya, that kind of Light, what the hell is it?"

This time Ulorius was silent for several minutes.

Esther sighed helplessly: "It's okay, if you don't know or it's inconvenient to tell, then you don't have to force yourself to think about it."

"Know, above the sequence, that is his source."

On top of the sequence!Is it the same as the "Origin Castle" mentioned by Amment?
But the gray mist belongs to "The Fool", isn't Zoya an attendant of "The Fool"? "Origin Castle" and "Light" are obviously not equal...

Ouroreus answered Esther's doubts: "Zoya is just a part of 'light'."

Esther naturally thought of those skylarks: "Like a clone?"

Ourolius thought for a long time, but couldn't find a better description: "A little bit, but not complete."

Thinking of the chandelier-like ball of light on the gray fog, Esther understood what Ouroreus meant: "So he has a strong influence on the 'fate' path because he is quite Those who are in high positions on this path, but they cannot exert their full power."

"Yeah." This time Urolius gave a quick answer.

Facing his indifferent and gentle eyes, Esther shook her head: "Thank you for your answer, I don't plan to ask other questions."

Ouroreus opened his hand to her, holding a lifeless skylark in his palm:

"It's time to go, this place is not suitable for you to stay."

Esther looked at Ouroreus, then at Lark's corpse, and pointed at it blankly: "Wait, wait, you don't want me to parasitize it, do you?"

Ourolius nodded, a few strands of silver hair hanging around his face, making his rarely changed indifferent eyes appear gentler.

Esther's expressions were twisted together again, she kind of missed the previous emotionally withdrawn, indifferent and peaceful state.

I thought that the parasitized ones could only be living things... No, think about it this way, it is impossible for a normal skylark to die for so many years without rotting. This is probably just a shell left by Zoya's past activities.

Esther gave up her inner struggle and used the "parasite" ability with a "casual" mentality, transforming herself into a shadow and burrowing into the lifeless body of the skylark.

Ourolius stretched out his left hand, and the bright red cloak fell on his arm, curled into a ball like life.

When he picked up the holy emblem of the night, Ulorius frowned obviously, but he still stuffed it and the flower bud into the cloak.

When the skylark opened its eyes, there was a sense of restraint in wearing extremely heavy clothes. Unlike the other birds that parasitized before, Esther felt as if she was stuffed into a heavy doll costume.

The skylark raised its wings and flapped it twice. Although it moved freely, it always felt uncomfortable with a lack of fit, including the perception of the outside world would become dull.

Is it too long?Esther subconsciously considered it from this angle.

Ulorius tightened the arm holding the red cloak, wrapped the lark in it, and specially reminded Esther: "Don't come out."

Skylark nodded: "I know, I won't move."

Ourolius stood there quietly for two seconds, then asked as if he suddenly came back to his senses: "Is there any place you particularly want to go?"

Esther pondered for a moment: "The Rorsted Islands? I'm going back to Loen in June."

Ouroreus nodded, and he opened a crack in the spiritual world, wrapped Lark tightly and stepped into it.

-

Sunya Sea, a desert island.

A young man in a black classic robe appeared on the shore, pushing the monocle.

"Adam, Adam? I know you can hear me."

Black stone pillars rose from the ground one by one, bones of different races built the dome, and the black hollow eye sockets stared at the caller. The magnificent church was complete with their supports, isolating the young people standing in it from the outside world.

The black-haired young man walked leisurely towards the front of the bone church, where a cross was erected that made people feel small, and a blond bearded figure stood below.

Amon straightened his monocle: "As we planned, it has seen the anchor of 'The Hanged Man' and Zoya, and I have also buried the psychological hint you imposed. Is this enough? I could have just brought it over here."

The priest in a simple white robe turned around, his eyes were clear and full of joy and sorrow: "It's 'her', she won't like hearing your words."

"It's not human, nor Zoya." Amon said with a smile, "Why don't you see it?"

The priest just smiled back gently, and didn't insist on correcting Amon's title:

"I just want to plant a little seed, too strong means will destroy her existence.

"But I also have to say that it's not the right choice for you to steal Zoya's anchor."

Amon spread his hands indifferently: "Isn't it too late to talk about this now? His anchor in the 'Dream City' was originally stolen from me, how could I leave it alone?"

"I'm not blaming you," the priest walked up to Amon, his eyes reflected the thin face of the black-haired young man, "If I don't track it down, you won't even be willing to tell me about it."

Amon remained silent with a smile on his face.

Adam's eyes were as clear as a child's without any fluctuations:

"Zoya doesn't need any anchors, and anchors will only distort his self-cognition in reverse. When you take away the anchor pointing to him, it is equivalent to entangled his fate on yourself, which will not do you any good .”

A stream of light flashed across the monocle, and Amon's smile deepened: "As long as I become a true god, this is not a problem. But this can explain many things, including Zoya's abnormal influence on my clone, but it cannot explain his state."

"I know your purpose is to use the existence of the anchor to distort Zoya, so Zoya also took more drastic measures."

"It was my father who dreamed up humanity for Zoya without telling everyone, but has he been keeping it from us? For so many years?"

The priest with a light blond beard lowered his eyes: "Of course not, Zoya has her own way. Now, Esther is still experiencing everything in this world personally."

"I don't understand." When Amon said this, there was no smile in his eyes.

"I know what you're worried about." Adam nodded the silver cross pendant hanging on his chest, the olive branches on it were still green, "Zoya will come back."

"Can you tell him to be more honest when he comes back, and give me Origin Castle directly?" Amon murmured in a low voice.

"I can't guarantee that."

(End of this chapter)