Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

Chapter 610 Backhand
The moment the "Four-Leaf Clover" entered the silver mist, Vika and Aaron felt an indescribable sense of oppression - as if some invisible behemoth had crushed their bodies and tried to devour their helpless spirits and souls.

But this feeling only lasted for a moment and dissipated in the hazy light.

Mateo was unconscious, and he didn't know what had happened to his companion. He just felt that the silver mist was quite cold, and he shivered uncontrollably.

Amon was still standing there, the cloud of mist indifferently sweeping across his classical robe, as if he was not aware of His presence at all.

Aaron came to his senses before Vika. He subconsciously checked his body and found that no parts were missing and the organs were still in place. Then he turned his head to see Vika's condition.

Vika closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them, they were already covered with traces of silver light, but they were quickly replaced by blood. After a few tears of blood flowed out, Vika's eyes returned to their normal state on the surface.

"Can you hold on?" Mateo asked worriedly.

Vika wiped his face and said, "It's okay. We won't die here."

"No death" originally sounded like a good thing, a life-saving talisman that allowed one to take risks without worries. However, Vika's indifferent tone made Matteo's heart sink.

Amon laughed, and his laughter sounded very abrupt to the other three people. However, when the silver mist separated to the left and right, Vika and Aaron both lowered their heads and closed their eyes. Only Matteo looked at the scene at the end with his eyes wide open in surprise.

He couldn't understand what the structure of the object in his sight was. It looked like a sphere, but also like a polyhedron with countless edges and corners, forming some kind of huge wheel.

The moment he saw this scene, something roughly stopped outside Mateo's cornea, but avoided damaging his spirit and perception. Everything he saw was limited to the surface, but it was enough to shock him - thousands of reflected images of the "Four-Leaf Clover" were all presented on the outside of the polyhedron.

They seemed to be standing opposite another eye, or even countless eyes, staring at the reflections that were so dense that they were confusing. Then Matteo's attention shifted from the overall to the details. He noticed that there were various differences in the scenes on the "Four-Leaf Clover". Some of the hulls were tattered as if they had just been through artillery fire, with Alexander and Thomas wrapped in bandages on the bow. Some were covered with green algae and moss, and skeletons were tied outside the fence with traces of teeth marks on them, as if they had sunk to the bottom of the sea for many years.

Mateo's gaze lingered on one of the scenes for a few seconds. He saw the empty deck covered with blood, and on the high-hanging flag was a bright red four-leaf clover, like a blooming rose.

"what is that?"

Aaron's voice was serious, but trembling with awe: "Those are countless pasts and futures, destinies we should not know. Their branches are too far away. Don't look at them anymore, Matteo, you will go crazy."

But Mateo couldn't take his eyes away. Those pictures had a great attraction to him. He saw the wounded crew members in them, but he could not find himself or Aaron, not to mention Vika who was not a crew member of the "Four Leaf Clover".

This made Mateo murmur in a low voice: "What about us? Where are we? Are we dead now?"

"Who knows? Maybe soon you will feel that 'death' is a better ending."

Amon's words were full of sarcasm. He felt that this man was really too slow. Could this be a trait that could gain the favor of the "Goddess of Fate"?
"This is not just a 'nest', this should be the source of the entire world here. Is it... a collection of some extraordinary powers?"

For the first time, Aaron began to doubt his knowledge of mysticism. He kept overturning his assumptions about the "Kingdom of God" in his mind, but he couldn't help but feel that nothing else could explain the scene in this world.

If believers can enter the Kingdom of God after death, and enter the archipelago where "wishes come true", it doesn't seem to be a bad thing.

The Amon clone standing beside the three narrowed his eyes. He seemed to hear another of himself snickering: "The gods are not as far away as you think. At least as far as I know, this is not the 'kingdom of God' of any good or evil god."

Although Mateo didn't believe it, he couldn't find any words to refute it. He just tried to focus his gaze and stared at the side of the Clover. "Should we get closer? That thing makes me feel very uncomfortable."

"I'm the opposite of you. I have a strange affinity for it, as if it was the most important thing I missed..." Vika raised his hand, as if he knew Aaron was wary of this, "Don't worry, I won't do anything. I know that it's not an attraction that comes from my heart."

"It's just an extraordinary gathering. Just bear with it," Amon commented lazily. "This is the end of the ship's journey. If it goes any further, it will be swallowed up."

"Will not."

A shadow emerged from the mirror that reflected the fate of the "Four-Leaf Clover". There appeared an out-of-place shadow. It was pure black, but it walked out from all the ships at the same time and stood in the same position as Amon.

The next moment, Amon's clone, who was originally standing on the deck, was still trying to gain distance to avoid such reflection, but his figure had disappeared from the spot.

The "Four-Leaf Clover" moved forward calmly until it hit one of the mirrors that only reflected a hazy golden light, and then before Aaron could make any move, the ship and its passengers had merged into it.

Amon stood in front of the other "Amon", with two cushioned chairs facing each other, one of which was naturally empty.

The surroundings were peaceful and filled with mist that emitted a soft glow. There was only air under my feet.

This out-of-control situation made Amon very uncomfortable, but the other party was also Amon - this made up for the uneasiness in his heart. No matter what happened, the interests of the Amons should be the same. "So, what is the situation in that world?" Amon, who was sitting on the chair, also wore a monocle, but he was wearing an Intis-style tuxedo, with black curly hair pressed under the soft top hat, looking more mature and steady.

Amon's words were full of casual frankness, and he even held a cup of steaming hot black tea in his hand. "I don't know whether you prefer wine, tea or coffee, so I didn't prepare anything to entertain you."

"It's really a mess. The candidate from Sefirah Castle is still hanging around outside. Zoya, Esther, I don't know what you call her, but she has caused us a lot of trouble."

"Amon" who was sitting on the sofa paused for a moment, his hand holding the teacup frozen in the air: "Zoya? Esther?"

"You don't know? The incarnation of the Key of Light, the attendant of Sefirah Castle, we have known each other since the Third Epoch..."

Amon's words gradually stopped, and He saw that the face of "Amon" opposite him was full of doubt.

"There is a problem with her identity." This was not a question, but a quick judgment.

Amon nodded: "Do you know that there is an Outer God who lost the uniqueness of a certain path within the barrier?"

"I did hear a story about a magic lamp."

"Haha, it's not that idiot, it's the present that fate has thrown at me."

"Amon" spread his hands towards the chair opposite, inviting another clone of himself to sit down.

Amon was not opposed to such communication: "Then let's have some white wine. I guess you also have the ability to materialize fantasies here?"

"Of course, who do you think is in control of the uniqueness of being left here?"

"Amon" snapped his fingers, and a goblet filled with half a glass of wine appeared in the air. However, "Amon"'s expression looked a little strange, and he quickly retracted his right hand.

Amon's expression suddenly froze: "Wait, you are also——"

"Don't worry, I'm not an Outer God. I am indeed Amon, at least I used to be."

Amon and the other party stared at each other for a long time, then reached out to catch the glass of suspended white wine: "Used to be? So now you have become... a mystery?"

"No, even until I died, I never became the Lord of Mysteries. What a pity," "Amon" said this with a relaxed smile, "and some people paid the price of the whole world, but still did nothing to save Doomsday. They just struggled to the end..."

Amon swallowed a little bit of wine, but his mind was racing: "It sounds like a sad and ridiculous ending."

“So He threw the dice, determined to destroy Himself, and threw the entire world into a new cycle.”

During the long silence, Amon suddenly became curious about where the ship had gone. The content of this conversation was too strange, and there was too much information to digest, so much that even He felt pressured.

"I don't know whether he succeeded or not, and I don't care, but this is another opportunity for me - an opportunity to compete for the title of 'Lord of the Mysteries'."

Amon looked past the teacup, and the smile in his black eyes flickered with ambition: "So I left myself a way out. When you take me back to my original body, my original body will inherit all of this, and will also know how to bring the remaining uniqueness here into reality."

“I still think you are more like an Outer God.” Amon smiled again. Between temptation and danger, He naturally had more criteria to weigh and would not simply believe a few words.

Even if the other party is also "Amon", it will be different - there have been special cases like Xiaoqi before.

Amon looked somewhat at ease: "No, I am the legacy you leave for yourself. It is up to you whether you want to accept it or not."

"That's really the most unlike-you statement I've ever heard. If it were Amon, you would have chosen to deceive me, or directly replace me in reality and affect my original body."

"It can't be helped. After experiencing 'death', even I will change a little bit."

“Why did you fail?”

"Amon" fell silent and did not answer the question.