Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

Chapter 619 See you again

"One, two... three." Amon broke off three fingers and counted the tombs of George III that were attacked with interest, as if it was some kind of stone-pointing game.

"Oh? It's four. I didn't expect Zaratul to miss. The kid you're guarding is quite popular. Ouroboros would be very happy if he were here."

Norns groaned weakly, "I don't know what else you want to do, why you want to keep me - it has nothing to do with me. I told you, I don't know anything about the Dreamland, not even Esther knows."

"Because it's fun to see you scared?"

Amon made up a pretext and went to investigate several mausoleums with his clones, gaining access to all kinds of information about the incident.

In fact, there was no need for Him to do so, because the "Worm of Time" that was brought back stored all the memories of this. Amon was now just trying to verify the memory he had obtained.

Even Amon should not trust Amon easily - this conclusion sounds strange, but because of the precedent of Xiaoqi, such vigilance is beneficial to the Amons.

Everything that had happened so far was not much different from what the other Amon remembered. Although reality had changed slightly, and the scattered tributaries had twists and turns, the direction of fate remained constant, and He could see it clearly at this moment.

Amon loosened his hand, and the transparent sphere disappeared. The skylark lay flat on his palm, with its legs turned up as if playing dead.

Of course, Norns was still alive, and Amon had never thought of killing it from the beginning.

Only after verifying the authenticity of that "memory" did He decide to slightly change the way He dealt with the matter: "Zoya was full of resistance to me, but I felt that this was not His will."

Yun Que was silent for two seconds before he flipped over and jumped up from Amon's palm, standing firmly on his wrist: "You are right. Now that you know what we are, you should be able to understand our vigilance against you."

"I understand your fear of the previous 'Mystery'," Amon smiled and shook his head, "but you trust this candidate for the 'Lord of Mysteries' so much? This is the strangest thing in my opinion."

Norns even thought about it seriously for a moment before speaking in a low voice: "Because of fate..."

"My fate has been changed," Amon pinched the tip of Yunlark's mouth and forced it to swallow the rest of the words, "so this kind of words can deceive others, but it's useless to use them to evade me."

Only after his mouth was released did Yun Que whisper, "This is the truth. Only by connecting the turning points of fate together can we have a chance to ensure that this 'Lord of Mysteries' is controllable—"

"What if I can promise you that I won't let this world be destroyed? As you expect, I will save Triss. Whether it's coordinating with the rest of the source essence or standing with Adam to fight the enemies outside the barrier, I don't think these are difficult things."

Only Amon himself knew how complicated his emotions were when He said the name of that "brother". Now that he knew the truth in advance, Amon trusted "Adam" even more.

Norns looked back at Amon in confusion and shook his head: "It's different."

"Because I'm different from him?"

The light-colored eyes of the lark made Amon see a sense of familiarity that made him closer to an old friend: "There was no competition from the beginning, Amon. For fate, there is only the result. No matter how the process changes, it will lead to the same ending."

A hazy halo gathered around Amon’s monocle. He no longer peeked into the fleeting fate, but brought himself back to reality with a sigh: “Are you too stubborn, Zoya?”

Yun Que was stunned for a moment, but did not respond.

-

The chaotic mausoleum will eventually quiet down, and the battle will eventually end, especially when both sides lose their reasons to fight.

After all, the most important thing is the death of George III.

Whether it was the illusion of an assassination attempt or the mausoleum that was truly in crisis, it was like a heavy push from behind on him, causing the originally confident emperor to stagger and fall on the guillotine.

The potion he drank lost the constraints of the ritual, leaving only the boundless madness that eroded his consciousness. George III looked up and saw another huge and dark throne. Another man with a brown mustache sat high on it, overlooking the newcomer who wanted to climb to the throne.

Although he had never seen the person in person, George III knew who it was. He had seen portraits of that face in various historical materials.

Russell Gustav originally just looked at George III indifferently, but at the moment when George III subconsciously raised his leg and stepped onto the stairs, the "Black Emperor" from a hundred years ago smiled at him as if he was looking at a pitiful creature:
"How funny! It seems He has given you the same false 'uniqueness'."

This was the last scene in George III's life in which he remained self-conscious, or, more precisely, the last words he ever heard.

Then, under the effect of the magic potion, the ambitious king turned into a pure and dark shadow, and his figure completely fell into illusion. Before the shadow completely exploded, the witch with huge snake hair rushed down to the mausoleum that was forced to fall into the real world.

The colorless flame roared, and the meteor that was biting at the hatred burst out its last vitality, and then disappeared at the center of the explosion. Outside the No. 1 Mausoleum, on a mountain not far away, the "Red Angel" looked at this scene and snorted with laughter.

"Did you know that this would be the result?" The "White Saint" who belonged to the "Witch Sect" and stood next to the "Red Angel" asked softly with a serious look on her face.

When the Red Angel laughed wantonly, two twisted cracks faintly appeared on both sides of his cheeks: "This matter has nothing to do with me. If you have any questions, go ask the little crow yourself."

-

The secret tombs collapsed one after another, and the goal of this operation had been achieved.

Klein did not hesitate. He quickly fled into the depths of the fog of history—and behind him, the shadow transformed by Zaratul was chasing him relentlessly.

When the group of Fulgrim's dogs emerged from the gaps in history and began to bite and pursue Klein's enemies, his heart couldn't help but tighten.

But after realizing that what Zaratul had dispersed was only a portion of the historical projection, Klein was somewhat relieved.

However, the pursuer, who was obviously the stronger one, felt a faint pressure, and some subtle spiritual intuition reminded him not to get entangled - soon, Zaratul understood why.

The appearance of the Folgen dogs was more like the vanguard of a battle, locating the enemy's position. Then, all kinds of strange spiritual creatures that Klein had never heard of began to emerge from the cracks in the mist of history.

They rushed towards the shadow composed of transparent worms and slippery tentacles in tacit and unison. Zaratul, who was still in the form of a mythical creature, was astonished. He had never seen these spiritual creatures so "united", but there was no other word to describe their abnormality.

Klein continued to move forward. The history of the Fifth, Fourth, and Third Epochs, the vast army of spiritual creatures, and the enemies that had finally encountered obstacles were all left behind.

He was still running forward in history, approaching the beginning of the Second Age, until the time when the Giant King Ormir buried his parents. Klein stopped only after his spiritual intuition subsided.

No one knew where Zaratul was left, but when Klein returned to reality, he was not stopped by anyone.

After finally escaping the mausoleum safely, Klein "teleported" to several locations in succession, getting rid of any possible clues, and even used "Angel's Embrace" to eliminate all traces before quietly returning to the center of this huge vortex.

The most dangerous place, the safest place. With this in mind, Klein returned to the safe house he had left in Backlund.

He had never used this place before, so no one should know about it - that was originally the case.

But the moment Klein grasped the door handle, his figure froze at the door.

His spiritual intuition was a step late—and Klein's body had already turned the doorknob uncontrollably and stepped in very naturally, as if he had never paused.

The young man wearing a black pointed hat sat leisurely by the window frame, as if it was more comfortable there than on the sofa. Behind his monocle was a curious and inquisitive mind.

A skylark was perched on His shoulder, its little eyes full of guilt.

"Good afternoon. I was wondering when you would come back. I didn't expect it to be earlier than I remembered, Mr. Fool."

Klein realized that he had regained control of his body. Of course, only part of it, such as his mouth: "I'm not..."

"Oh, I know you are the 'Fool'," Amon tapped his temple, "Among all those messy thoughts, this is the clearest point. You can say that you told me it yourself."

Amon didn't wait for Klein to respond and continued speaking:
"Don't worry, I have no ill intentions. I just want to talk to you and then take you to meet a friend. I think in His self-perception, you two are friends, right?"

"..." Klein's silence was the only response he could give.

The nickname used by the other party was "Him." This reference was clear enough for Klein, but he was not sure why he was so friendly. For Amon, it was very difficult to control a Sequence Three—

“The problem is that I can’t completely control you. This is very annoying.” Amon didn’t approach Klein, but looked at him curiously. “I really can’t understand…”

Klein's curiosity was aroused, but he remained silent.

"Don't you know Her? Zoya, or are you more familiar with the name 'Esther'?" There was undisguised mockery in her black eyes. "She is the worst 'swindler' I have ever seen. It's hard to believe that anyone would believe Her lies."

Klein wanted to say "She's not" - but he looked at the skylark that kept lowering its head, and in the end he said nothing.