Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 1073. You were also voted?

It was not a physical sound, but a call that appeared directly in the minds of the two people. It had a fatal attraction that went straight to the heart, making them want to "go home".

Without reminding each other, the two of them thought of the bronze gate that sealed some kind of pollution in the City of Miracles deep in Groselle's Travels, and the terrifying experience of almost unconsciously walking into the darkness inside the gate.

The two people and the secret doll stood quietly beside the huge abandoned machine, holding their breath and waiting for things to develop further, ready to cut off the mirror and projection connection at any time.

But the silent cry did not appear again, as if it was just a test, or triggered by some force, and then disappeared on its own.

Could it be the pollution of the "Sea of ​​Chaos", just like the darkness sealed by the Dragon of Imagination?
The same question popped up in the minds of the two people. They looked at each other and knew that the only way to confirm this was to get close to the source of the inexplicable attraction in person. Because in addition to isolating the outside world from divination and prying, Chernobyl's spirituality is also suppressed to a certain extent inside, not to mention abilities such as "teleportation" and "mirror channel". Only the apprentices who have contact with the entity can "open the door" and pass through the wall to reach the inside.

"Go and see?"

Klein asked in a low voice.

Angel couldn't suppress his curiosity and nodded.

Although she was somewhat worried that this curiosity itself was part of the attraction of the Chaos Sea to Beyonders, or even a precursor to "pollution", the two of them who came to the institute were not their real bodies. She was by the ravine outside the building complex, and Klein had hidden in the mist of history. If he encountered danger, he could cut off the connection with his current body at any time to prevent the spread of pollution.

Seeing that she agreed, Klein waved his hand and let "Fors", who had been turned into a secret doll, return to the original history. The two of them each held a lantern and returned to the corridor they had explored before, walking towards the location where the silent call came from.

Passing by offices with modern furnishings and a display area with portraits of researchers, the two came to the depths of the institute and arrived near a cave that had collapsed as a whole.

This should have been a laboratory before, but most of the ground and an entire wall collapsed into a huge cave. The interior is bottomless and even the dim light of the lantern seems to be absorbed by it.

That inexplicable attraction comes from the depths of the cave!
Da da……

Two consecutive sounds like footsteps hitting the floor made Klein take a step back, and Angel stood in front of him. The "Sword of Glory" that he had just obtained from the body of the Cyclops was almost pulled out of the mirror space.

If it was really the pollution of the Chaos Sea that was spreading, as an angel with the protection of the "City of Disaster", she could resist it for a moment, giving Klein a chance to cut off his connection with the projection.

However, no object appeared in the deep pit in front of the two men. Instead, it became deeper, almost completely swallowing up the light from the lantern.

Da da.

Two more "footsteps" were heard.

Then, a hand reached out from the edge of the pit, grabbed onto the irregular concrete floor, and "brought" the figure below out, landing lightly in front of the two. He was wearing a black classical robe, a pointed hat, a monocle in his right eye socket, and looked at the two with a smile on his face.

It turned out to be an Amon!
Angel's eyelids twitched, and he felt that countless Amons were about to jump out of the deep pit. Monocles appeared out of thin air around him, and even Klein behind him narrowed his right eye.

Her arm had already penetrated deep into the mirror space, grasping the "Sword of Glory", and was about to pull it out to see whether Amon had more clones or the "Blade Storm" had a wider coverage.

"Wait, I don't mean any harm."

The Blasphemer Amon quickly waved his hands. Seeing that the two did not believe him, he simply returned to the deep pit, only one step away from the dark and bottomless void.

"Look, you can force me back into the 'Sea of ​​Chaos' at any time."

He opened his arms and added without any resistance.

Sure enough, this bottomless void is the "source" that is said to be hidden underground... But how could this Amon clone jump out of it? Even if it was an ambush in Chernobyl, this is too strange... Angel thought about it, and did not withdraw his hand from the mirror space for the time being, but asked vigilantly:

"Why are you here?"

She didn't believe Amon's statement that he had "no ill intentions". Any action of the Angel King must have a deeper meaning.

"In fact, I have been waiting for you here for a long time... You see, I have been eroded by the 'Chaos Sea'." The Amon clone rolled up the sleeves of his robe and showed Angel his arm with many black spots. "As for why I am here, of course it is because this must be one of the destinations for you to explore the God-Forsaken Land."

Immediately, He looked at Klein, smiled, and continued:

"Why do you think we always encounter other Amons blocking our way on the road, forcing us to change direction? Why do we get some unexpected useful information during the conversation and take the initiative to explore eastward?
“That’s how we brought you here.

"The only thing I'm curious about is what happened to Bradl who's wandering outside this building?" Klein's expression remained unchanged, but his mind was recalling the times when he "accidentally encountered" Amon's clone while exploring the ruins in the God-Forsaken Land. He was surprised to find that while he was avoiding the other party and re-selecting a direction, he had unknowingly been guided by something and came to the wasteland where Chernobyl was located.

Angel asked doubtfully:

"The Cyclops who spread the cursed fog was called Bradl? He is dead."

"He was the youngest son of the Giant King Ormir, and the brother of the 'God of War' Badhair. He was punished for openly cursing my father and must wander in this wasteland forever, and cannot return to the Giant King's Court. After the 'Great Cataclysm', he lost his life, but because the curse on him was not eliminated, he has never been freed... With his complete death, this ascetic practice that lasted for thousands of years also came to an end."

Amon introduced the origin of the Cyclops in an chanting tone.

"Your father... the 'Ancient Sun God'?" Klein suddenly interrupted, "He left this building and returned to the real world?"

"Yes, crawl out of here like I just did."

Pointing to the dark and empty collapse behind him, Amon nodded.

"Directly from the 'source substance'? Wouldn't it be contaminated by this?"

Angel asked doubtfully, and looked at the darkness behind Amon, only to find that even his dark vision could not see through it at all.

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"This place is still a long way from the real 'Chaos Sea', but if we get close, we won't be polluted too much...except for people like me who have been affected by it." Amon shook his arm with black spots and said, "Of course, if we go deeper into the ground, we will touch the essence of the 'Chaos Sea' that occupies the entire center of the earth and even spreads to the upper layer, and we will inevitably be polluted... This kind of existence form that is both illusory and real, covering the original matter of the planet and having a direct entrance in the real world is the most special among all the source substances. The other eight source substances are either completely illusory or exist directly as real matter."

Illusion and reality...Which one does "City of Disaster" belong to?
Angel thought about it, and suddenly felt that he shouldn't completely trust the Amon clone in front of him. After all, "He" was not the Archon Amon in the "Dream City" who did not "turn from darkness to light". So he sneered and asked:
"What does this have to do with you hiding in a deep pit near the Chaos Sea? Are you trying to explore the place where your father once stayed and actively looking for the secrets there?"

"Isn't this obvious?" Amon, wearing a soft hat, pushed the monocle in his right eye socket and said, "But I didn't take the initiative. The mission waiting for you here is very dangerous. There is a high probability of being contaminated if you are close to the 'Chaos Sea'. No one is willing to take the initiative to accept their fate. The secret puppets and substitutes can't send feedback... So we selected a lucky person under the auspices of the original body."

Angel suddenly felt that this topic was somewhat familiar.

"You didn't hold a vote?"

She asked, blinking.

"It's a good idea, right?" Amon's eye behind his glasses flickered, as if he was a little surprised. "Unfortunately, it's not so good for me who was chosen."

"While waiting for you, I tried to jump into this deep pit and reached the area eroded by the 'Chaos Sea' and made some discoveries.

"Do you want to hear it?"

Without waiting for the two to respond, He continued speaking:
"There, I found traces of the first 'blasphemous tablet'. It should have been conceived there, but left the ground before it was complete... The second 'blasphemous tablet' that was created when my father fell was likely a reference to the first one, so most of its contents are the same."

The blasphemous slate... It is said that it records all the "ways of God" and even the "source"... Angel pondered and asked casually:

"What are the differences between the two 'blasphemous tablets'?"

The contents of the "Source Essence" that Angel knew, the twenty-two divine paths, and the "blasphemous slate" viewed by the ancestors of the angel families during the transition period between the Third and Fourth Ages should all have come from the second piece, the one formed when the ancient sun god fell. Naturally, he was more interested in the prototype from the "Chaos Sea".

But as Amon's clone spoke, her brows gradually furrowed:

"In addition to some naming changes and ritual optimization, the second piece has more than the first piece, mainly because of the secrets that my father researched that transcend the sequence.

"for example……"

Before Amon could finish, the Sword of Glory, which had just been received and not yet warmed up, appeared in Angel's hand. A gray-yellow curse mist gushed out, and sprinkled on Amon along with the dusk-like light. The black spots on his arms expanded a little, as if more time had passed.

This made Him swallow back everything He hadn't said yet.

“I see. Let’s change the subject.” He smiled and glanced at Klein. “Can you put down your sword now?”

(End of this chapter)