Lord of the Mysteries

Well done ... Facing Amon's "commendation", Klein tried to squeeze out a smile and responded politely:

"Thank you."

Frankly, he wants to hear curses more than "praise", which at least means that he is very close to success.

Of course, Klein doubted that even if he escaped, Amon would not be anxious. With the character of this "prank god", he is likely to find it too interesting and exciting on the one hand and unavoidable A little frustrated and disappointed, can't wait to get to the next round.

"It is a great improvement to think of using the" door "to interfere with me." Amon smiled indifferently. "But you don't think that when I open the door, I will be relatively vigilant. Isn't it so easy to be accidentally affected? "

Klein thought about it, and answered carefully:

"I thought so at first, but later I thought that you should be able to grasp my mental state and believe that I dare not take action when you open the 'door'. At this time, it may work wonders to try . "

It's also a strategy to do it when others think you won't do it.

In his last life, Klein had been exposed to a similar level of thought game and was dizzy.

"What if I think of this layer too?" Amon smiled and pushed the bottom edge of the monocle with his knuckles.

At the same time, the surviving spouses who belonged to Klein one by one took out the crystal-carved monocles from the void, put it on the right eye position, and looked at Klein.

This saw Klein's scalp faint, and he found that the connection between the spouse and himself was instantly interrupted.

"Although progress has been made, failure always has to bear some punishment." Amon turned with a smile and walked to the church.

As He stepped out, those mythical puppets smiled one after the other, stiffly falling down, which caused Klein's soul to be torn again and again, and the frontal blood vessels visibly swelled and contracted.

After enduring this pain, Klein stood still, and it took a while before he could barely heal.

In this process, although he has been in the dark, he has neither been attacked by a terrible monster nor transformed into a secret state.

When did Amon steal the hidden divine power in this city-state? If I try to be self-defeating, I'm sure that even my thoughts will be stolen ... I'm still not prepared enough, I don't have enough grasp of Amon, and I don't take into consideration the things he stole before ... I really didn't expect that he actually released from God The "day" stolen from the battlefield ... What else he stole in the past, stored in the body, I have no way of knowing it, I cannot make targeted preparations ... That single lens is a container for stolen things, itself Is it part of Amon? So, every time he "parasitic" he can take out a single lens ... Klein rubbed his forehead, walked back into the church, and looked at Amon in front of the light door, asking casually:

"Why do you have so many monocles? Where do you usually put them?"

Amon stroked the monocle that touched her right eye and smiled indifferently:

"Why don't you ask me why every avatar has eyes, where do I usually put them?"

"... I see." Klein nodded suddenly.

Amon re-focused his eyes on the light gate where the vortex has not yet calmed down, and said in a chat:

"I always feel that the essence of your operation is a large preparation, not an attempt.

"What small actions did you do during that process?"

Klein thought about it, and responded with a constant smile:

"you guess."

"I do have some guesses, do you think I guess?" Amon asked with interest, pinching the upper and lower edges of the monocle.

"Maybe, maybe not." Klein didn't give a clear answer at all, cooperatively walked to Amon, watched him reach out again, and held down the pale light door.

Above the light gate, ripples opened again, becoming more and more intense and exaggerating.

After ten seconds or so, the ripples rendered the surroundings, causing the light gate to expand twice as much.

Amon glanced at Klein and motioned him to move forward.

Klein instinctively turned around and looked around the church.

Outside the area illuminated by the leather lanterns, some extraordinary characteristics left by the distorted monsters are shimmering-not all of them were extraordinary during their lifetime. After the ordinary people were transformed into monsters, a large part of them Strength comes from darkness, from corruption, it is not of itself, and has no characteristics to shed.

"I almost forgot." Amon, who followed him for a while, suddenly shook his head and smiled.

Immediately after His voice fell, a group of extraordinary traits floated, and he poured himself into Himself and merged with Him, leaving only a small amount to remain in place.

"Most of the initiative to turn into monsters are extraordinary people and their families who can enter the 'apprentice' path to the dark side of the city." Amon looked back and said casually.

Even if it is the extraordinary characteristics of the similar path, it will cause problems if you "eat" it directly. Shouldn't you just jump to a higher order of the similar path? Backward compatible? Klein looked a little stunned and asked in confusion:

"Doesn't this accumulate madness?"

This is more than a question of cumulative madness. Klein suspected that if he did it, he would be half crazy.

"Others will." Amon smiled, "I won't."

What a bug ... Klein couldn't help but sigh.

Then the distance between him and the light gate disappeared.

Subconsciously, he forgot the extraordinary characteristics of the remaining "Death" approach, and entered the mutated light gate with Amon.

Endless darkness and squirming linear rays twisted and mixed together, giving Kline a sense of sudden weightlessness.

Ten seconds later, he found himself and Amon appearing in a square. The dim light of the leather lantern seemed to be blocked by invisible forces, and could only reach half its original range.

Lightning flashed at high altitude, brightening the surroundings.

With this lightning, Klein saw the broken statues erected around the square, with their hands tied behind their backs, or thorny roses around their bodies, or the shape of a mummy, which intuitively gave people a sense of "binding".

"It was originally a city-state that believed in heterogeneous kings." Amon was like a qualified tour guide who introduced Klein to the "attractions" situation. "They are funny, usually temperate, quiet, just like monks. At the prey or at a specific moment, the desire for bloodthirsty and cannibalism erupts. As you can imagine, on a full moon night, this is a city with werewolves walking around. "

It seems that the original idea of ​​xenogeneity was also restrained ... Later, it was distorted by the "mother tree of desire" ... Klein looked at it with a new round of lightning and thought:

"The image of the alien king is close to the mummy?"

"No, although he is an ugly and twisted male, he likes thorns and spiny roses on himself." Amon sneered.

... Klein took the opportunity to ask:

"What kind of idols will your followers worship?

"In occultology, your symbol is the clock plus the worm of time?"

Amon grabbed his chin and said:

"In theory, my followers are all myself, so I don't need to bother to erect an idol."

My followers are all myself ... fortunately, I now have a caregiver of Daniz ... Klein suddenly found that he and Amon were similar in some ways.

Of course, I said that "my followers are myself" belong to funny stories, Amon said that "my followers are all myself" is a thriller novel, the style is still quite big ... Klein finally laughed at himself in the heart.

Amon went forward as he continued:

"However, in my father's time, many people followed me. Some of them started from the name of" Angel of Time "and shaped my idol with a clock-related symbol. Some people called it" the **** of mischief ". I used the mysterious crow to make my image, and some made a combination of the two. "

Having said that, Amon, wearing monocles, suddenly turned her head, glanced at Klein, and outlined her mouth:

"It won't be more than three days from the final destination."

In other words, the time left for me was only three days ... Klein almost took a deep breath, and his psychological pressure suddenly increased, giving him a feeling that his nerves would soon be broken.

He hasn't judged what the real purpose of Amon's game is, and he hasn't found any traces of what the other person drove himself to, which means that he can't grasp the key and can't find the real opportunity to get out of trouble.

The performance of Amon's detachment just now made him understand that if he is not really ready, he may not be able to hold it for ten seconds before him.

Turning his thoughts, Klein was silent and followed Amon out of the square full of ruins.

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There were few people walking on the street, and in a hurry, many of the houses in Pulitzer Harbor were full of burn marks. The mysterious queen Bernardé, who had long chestnut hair, put the newspaper on her desk.

The front page of the Tasok newspaper published the heavy news of the king's assassination, and claimed that the assassins were from Fassac or Intis.

"This is not to stop the disaster, nor to aggravate the disaster ..." Bernadette said to himself with a solemn expression.

She pondered for a while, lifted the tablecloth, wrapped it up, and let go of her fingers to let it stretch itself.

This time, things such as coffee cups, pen holders, and newspapers disappeared from the tablecloth, and ritual-related items such as silver candles appeared.

Bernarde then held a ceremony to summon Gullman Sparrow's messenger.

As a collaborator, she thinks it necessary to ask the other party's situation to see if there is anything else that needs help.

Immediately after the ritual, the inflated candlelight came out of Renette Tinicole, carrying her long blonde hair and red-eyed head, wearing a gloomy complex skirt, and nothing on her neck.

Bernadette's eyelids jumped slightly, and he immediately picked up the letter and a gold coin that had been prepared and gave it to the messenger.

One of Renee Tinicole's head bit the letter and gold coin, and the others looked at the Mysterious Queen for a few seconds.

He turned his sight back into the void, but just as Bernadette was about to put away the tablecloth, the Miss Courier suddenly appeared again.

Two of his blond, red-eyed heads spoke in turn:

"He ..." "Missing ..."