Chapter 686 Melee
"Storm is injured, and it is not convenient for Night to descend. There is a high probability that Amon will come to Backlund to cause trouble. Moreover, he can also steal George III's apotheosis ceremony."
Just as Renekton finished speaking, a crow with a white eye circle on its right eye landed in front of him, and said in Amon's voice:
"Hehe, you know me very well."
"How can I not come for such a great opportunity? 'Source Castle', 'Mysterious Servant', and the apotheosis ceremony are all gathered together. Even if 'Night' risks descending, I will still come. Life needs some excitement and adventure."
"This is a luxurious game. The winner wins everything, and the loser loses nothing."
"Haha, this is exciting, isn't it?"
Renekton nodded without comment, and said in a flat tone:
"How do you know that you are the only winner?"
"The deification ritual is not so easy to steal, unless George III gives up on his own, or you have stolen enough of his foundation to establish a close connection with him?"
"Oh, I'm lucky. I just happened to pick up something very useful nearby."
The crow with white circles under his eyes said in a very pleasant tone. A playing card-sized card flashed before Renekton's eyes.
It was a card he was quite familiar with, the Black Emperor card from the twenty-two blasphemous cards!
Renekton's face froze for a moment, and then he asked in confusion, "When did you steal it?"
The crow touched the white eye circle at the position of its right eye with its wings, and Amon's voice with a somewhat pleasant tone echoed around:
"It was all coincidence, a little luck, and I just happened to pick it up, it's that simple."
"How about a deal? I don't need the characteristics and uniqueness of the 'Black Emperor'. You help me steal the apotheosis ceremony of George III, and I will give you the characteristics and uniqueness of the 'Black Emperor'. We each get what we need. This also prevents George III from becoming a god, and saves time for the subsequent resurrection of Russell. Kill two birds with one stone, isn't it?"
"Very tempting conditions, but, are you overestimating your credibility?"
Renekton raised his eyebrows and looked at Amon, and the meaning of rejection was obvious.
"Well, what a pity."
With a sigh, the crow with a white eye circle flapped its wings and flew away.
Renekton was silent for two seconds as he watched Amon leave. His thoughts kept surging in his heart:
Amon was planning to steal the people's cognition, transfer George III's anchor to himself, create errors, and then rely on the mystical effect of the Black Emperor card to connect himself with George III?
This would inevitably cause a counterattack from the Loen royal family, but they happened to be pinned down by us who were planning to destroy the ritual. They were racing against time to see whether we would destroy the ritual first or He would steal it first?
"It seems that stealing so many things in a short period of time is stressful even for Amon. He didn't even leave a clone to talk nonsense with me, trying to delay my speed of destroying the ritual mausoleum."
He sighed to himself, and Renekton's body instantly became illusory, decomposing into a stream of complex and pure information, which quickly surged into the interior of the mausoleum.
Inside the dark and majestic ruins, George III had already put on the black crown and taken the last potion, becoming the potion of the "Black Emperor"!
The god-making ceremony has begun. His body is transforming towards the shadow of order, expanding and extending in a strange state. In
this state, his spirit is uncontrollably spreading, sinking into the rules, and getting lost in the ocean of nothingness of rules and order.
The nine mausoleums are like islands floating on the sea. The people's perception of him is the dense lighthouses on the islands, which help him grasp himself and not get completely lost and become part of the shadow of order.
Gradually, he found that the anchors that helped him stabilize his spirit were getting fewer and fewer, and the dense anchors in the lighthouses were disappearing.
No! They didn't disappear, they were stolen. Someone is stealing my anchors and stealing the people's perception of me!
George III, who had entered the god-making ceremony, could not make an effective confrontation. He could only try his best to maintain his own state while trying to re-establish contact with his subjects, and at the same time suppress the existence that dared to steal his anchors.
As the anchors continued to decrease, his state began to slide uncontrollably, and his body gradually collapsed, turning into a pool of dark liquid like a creeping shadow, and it was difficult to maintain the human form.
In the deep and dark mausoleum, countless "lights" emerged, forming patches of mottled light spots, countless floating light spots, light spots evolved from the fragments of civilization!
Under the influence of these light spots, the entire mausoleum was shaking, and even the colors were evaporating rapidly, as if they would disintegrate into the most basic particle structure at any time. "Ah!!"
An extremely evil roar that pierced the spirit body suddenly sounded, and even the light spots formed by the fragments of civilization became somewhat stiff, as if they were polluted and covered with a layer of sticky black liquid.
"The power of the filthy realm, Zaratul really called Sue'a here."
While whispering to himself, countless "lights" floated and quickly outlined Renekton's figure.
The moment he revealed his figure, a huge rag doll also emerged with him.
The eyes of this rag doll were as red as blood, and its body was engraved with countless mysterious patterns. It had a pair of huge curved goat horns on its head, a pair of membrane-covered wings behind it, and evil vines wrapped around its body, blooming one after another light blue and red flowers.
"The Evil God" Sue'a appeared directly in front of Renekton in the form of a mythical creature. Without giving him a chance to think, the huge rag doll's mouth full of sharp scarlet teeth opened again, emitting an extremely evil roar that pierced the spirit body.
Mixed with the screams of strong curses and filthy power, the interaction of information became somewhat stiff.
Renekton's mind went blank for a short time, and he lost all his thoughts for a short time.
His body was eroded and cursed unconsciously, and became "solidified" a lot. The degree of fit between the body and the soul was decreasing little by little. The body gradually became a prisoner of the spirit, and the movements gradually became stiff and heavy.
When Sua was about to continue to attack Renekton, a violent wind sounded around him that seemed to come from reality and seemed to come from illusion.
This sound was mixed with some strong will, accompanied by an invisible transparent breath, which rolled up everything around it crazily, and at the same time attacked the body, mind and spirit of all beings in the mausoleum.
This included Renekton, Sua, and even George III who was being promoted!
A clear and pure light blue light bloomed from the inside out, instantly resetting Renekton's state.
He looked at the bottom of the mausoleum, where an old man in a gray and white robe appeared.
His appearance was ordinary, his hair was completely white, but thick enough, his face had few wrinkles, his appearance was not distinctive, and his temperament was quite gentle, he looked like an ordinary kind old man.
But Renekton's prying eyes saw a dragon in him, a gray-white spiritual dragon!
Hermes, who attacked everyone as soon as he appeared, was he going to become arrogant after leaving the Twilight Hermits?
As his thoughts floated, Renekton felt that his mental state was beginning to have problems. All kinds of troublesome thoughts were growing wildly in his heart, and gradually an impulse to destroy everything grew from the bottom of his heart.
This influence was even stronger for S'a, who was already indulged in desires and had demonic characteristics, and George III, who was already in a critical stage of promotion.
One of them had completely collapsed and turned into a constantly twisting and wriggling black, covering the entire ground of the mausoleum. One of them not only had red magma and light blue flames spewing out of his body, but also filled the entire mausoleum with a pungent smell of sulfur.
At this rate, there was no need for Renekton to deliberately destroy the mausoleum, as it would naturally be destroyed by the fierce battle between them.
George III, who seemed to have sensed the danger, was being promoted and did not care about his own state. He forcibly used the power of the "Black Emperor" to connect the interior spaces of several mausoleums together, and asked Drinker Augustus and William Augustus I to come to the rescue.
As soon as he appeared, William Augustus I, who was wearing a cloak and had a majestic temperament, drew out a silver rapier out of thin air, pointed it forward, and slashed it.
The originally chaotic scene was strangely stopped in an instant, and the parties in the mausoleum were cleverly divided into different battlefields, making it difficult for their battles to affect the mausoleum itself.
The silver-white paper in Bernadette's hand suddenly burst into a light golden light, and the battlefield just divided by William Augustus I instantly became invalid.
Without giving him a chance to attack again, Renekton abandoned his opponent, Sua, and transformed into a stream of terrifyingly complex information, with an illusory posture, surging like a torrent and surrounding William Augustus I.
Sua was unable to stop it in time, because the illusory and violent wind sounded in his ears again, and mind deprivation, mind breath and mental plague broke out at the same time, making it difficult for him to respond effectively for a while. Drinker Augustus
and Grover Augustus, who wanted to assist William Augustus I, were stopped by Bernadette and Prak Eggers. The gap between their own sequence and magical items quickly put them at a disadvantage, making it difficult for them to spare the energy to help others.
In the torrent of information, countless complex and useless knowledge poured into William Augustus I's mind, causing him to temporarily lose all thoughts and even unable to speak the law.
After a brief moment of stiffness, William Augustus I opened his lips slightly and uttered a low, extremely patient word in ancient Hermetic language:
"Exile!" Chapter 687: The Pollution of the Lamp God
After William Augustus I spoke the decree, there was no change in the surroundings. His decree strangely failed.
Hermes, who seemed to have reached a tacit understanding with Suea, was in a stalemate on one side and suddenly turned back and said:
"Don't use ancient Hermes in front of me."
William Augustus I had no expression on his face, but he was obviously angry. Under Suea's influence, any emotion was magnified here.
There were fine bloodshot in his blue eyes, and his left hand clenched in the air, and at the same time, he whispered in the elven language:
"Imprison!"
The information torrent that was surging around him suddenly stagnated and slowed down to the extreme.
"Exile!"
Another decree in the elven language, all the knowledge that Renekton had poured into his mind was exiled, which directly restored most of his state.
Without stopping, he clenched his right hand into a fist and swung it down violently, with an indescribable momentum and power, as if he was going to directly execute the complex and floating information around him.
As His fist swung down, the information torrents floating around were not affected, and His extraordinary ability failed again.
A tearing pain came from his chest and abdomen. William Augustus I looked down in disbelief and saw a huge crack in his chest and abdomen, and the scarlet flesh inside was still squirming.
Before He could react, an ancient spear worm with dark red blood burning bit by bit pierced through His body from behind, making it difficult for the squirming flesh to recover.
His eyelids suddenly became heavy, and the whole person was extremely tired, wanting to enter an eternal sleep.
"Why?"
William Augustus I looked forward in disbelief. He didn't even understand what he had encountered just now, why his extraordinary ability hurt himself, and why his spiritual intuition was completely ineffective.
The information torrents floating around him quickly gathered and reorganized Renekton's body. In his hand, he was holding the wishing lamp borrowed from Bernadette.
A stream of golden liquid gushed out from the mouth of the pot like a stream of water, circling around William Augustus I twice in midair, like a strong rope, firmly imprisoning him in place.
Part of the golden liquid merged into William Augustus I's body, and part of it gathered into a chaotic and distorted golden figure, looking down at William Augustus I who had been imprisoned by him, and said in a cold and solemn tone:
"In the state of information flood, all your extraordinary abilities are aimed at me, which will inevitably fail."
"From the beginning, the knowledge that was instilled in your mind was mixed with some of my information. This is the most direct and powerful connection. You can't resist it, it's hard to defend yourself, and you can only become my puppet."
The words of the lamp god seemed to be making a final judgment. William Augustus I looked at the figure of the lamp god with blurred eyes, his lips opening and closing, as if he was trying his best to endure something.
"Don't be so anxious to induce Him. An angel who has lived for thousands of years cannot be completely contaminated by you so easily."
Renekton stretched out his right hand while speaking, and condensed a dark ancient horn, which was extremely heavy and powerful.
This was the "Horn of Destruction" at the angel level. The sound emitted after it was blown could shatter all the surrounding matter and even space.
He put the "Horn of Destruction" to his mouth and blew it hard. The low-pitched sound instantly echoed in the connected mausoleums.
Snap! Snap!
With a crisp tearing sound, fine cracks appeared one after another on the stone slabs on the ground, in the dark walls, and even in the empty air.
Prince Grove Augustus of Sonia, wearing a crown of thorns, tried to stop Renekton's action. His eyes instantly turned golden, and he raised his hands high, as if embracing the sun.
Under the guidance of spirituality, the blazing golden sunlight fell from the sky, illuminating the entire mausoleum.
These lights intertwined into an "ocean" that instantly covered everything around. Silently, the surrounding mausoleums fell like curtains, revealing a fairy-tale-like scene behind.
Grove Augustus's face turned pale instantly. He could clearly feel that this was no longer the interior of the mausoleum. Not only did he fail to stop Renekton from destroying the mausoleum, but he was also taken away from the battlefield by Bernadette. Next, he would face an angel holding a Level 0 seal alone, an angel who was extremely restrained.
In the dark world where the crows kept echoing, all the corpses hanging in the black spire church fell down, surrounding Klein and Azik's historical projections.
Azik frowned and looked at the densely packed secret puppets around him. Even the "Archon of Death" who was quite accomplished in the soul field could not find Zaratul's hidden body for a while, so he had to turn to Klein and warn him:
"Be careful, I can't find Zaratul's body for the time being." "I understand." Klein took a deep breath and nodded solemnly.
Almost at the same time as he finished speaking, a familiar figure slowly but firmly appeared in the air.
He was wearing rather gorgeous clothes, with long curly chestnut hair, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips. He was exactly Roselle during the "Knowledge Emperor" period.
Roselle's historical projection seemed a little sluggish, but this state did not last too long. When He looked down at Klein, it was quietly replaced by Roselle's self-awareness.
He looked at Klein calmly, and many illusory and complex mysterious symbols condensed in his blue eyes.
The next second, his head suddenly swelled and hurt as if his whole head was about to explode, and was infused with a lot of useless knowledge.
No, what about the backstab? How did it become a backstab to me?
This thought briefly flashed through Klein's mind, and then he was occupied by chaotic thoughts, and it was difficult to even think of moving a finger.
Azik beside him quickly came to his senses, with pale flames burning in his eyes. His body instantly expanded, growing dark green scales and pure white feathers, and turned into a huge feathered serpent.
The moment the feathered serpent appeared, two more figures emerged beside Roselle. One was William Augustus I, who was being polluted by the lamp god, and the other was a being that Klein did not recognize, but the aura on his body was also at the level of an angel.
Red flames rose from Klein's body. He planned to use the flame jump to get away from the center of the battlefield to avoid being affected by the battle between angels.
As the flames dissipated, Klein's figure had stopped in place. The starting point and end point of the flame long jump he had just performed were cleverly grafted together.
Taking a deep breath, Klein reached out again and dragged a silver-white snake tail from the void.
As Klein released his right hand, a huge figure emerged in this dark country. It was a huge illusory scaleless snake made up of complex mercury symbols. It was the "Mercury Snake" of the "Destiny" Path Sequence One!
His eyes were bright red and cold, and the dense patterns and symbols on his body formed one wheel after another connected to each other. There were different logos around each wheel. The one
coming over was Will Auceptin's body. When the flame jumped just now, Klein also ignited the thousand paper cranes on his body and passed the situation here to Will Auceptin.
Fortunately, I was not taken away from Backlund directly by Zaratul, otherwise Will would not be able to arrive in the first time. At that time, he could only cancel the historical projection of Ms. Arianna and pull out a new historical projection. In this way, the pressure of destroying the mausoleum would increase a lot.
While he was thinking, Will Auceptin, who was still in the form of a mythical creature, had already opened his mouth and bit his tail, making the giant snake's body connected head to tail, intersecting with countless illusory rivers, and evolving into a vague, unreal, slowly rotating giant wheel.
Suddenly, Roselle and the two newly appeared angel projections disappeared quickly, and the puppets controlled by Zaratul were hung back on the top of the church. His two puppets returned again, and at the same time, he and Azik retreated quickly and returned to the reality of the lower reaches of the Tussock River.
Will Auceptin quickly disappeared after restarting the surroundings and returned to his stroller. The reappearance talisman given by Klein yesterday could only allow him to recover his strength for a short time, and now it has been exhausted.
In Dr. Allen's home in Backlund, Will Auceptin, wrapped in silver silk, pulled at the silver silk covering his body and sighed,
"Alas~ Backlund is really not suitable for babies."
After Will Auceptin restarted the surroundings, Azik summoned many dead spirits and natural spirits and let them enter the ruins first. After triggering Zaratul's "miracle", he and Klein stepped into the ruins.
Without Zaratul's interference, he directly entered the real ruins.
Then he was shocked by the chaotic scene inside. The space in the mausoleum was expanded several times, as if someone had connected several mausoleums together.
The moment Klein entered the mausoleum, he was locked by the "divine evil" S'a, and his two arms suddenly grew longer and grabbed Klein.
The surface of the arm was dark and sticky, and it seemed to be flowing with evil liquids, and all kinds of strange things grew out.
The feeling of extreme evil and extreme madness spread rapidly, causing the surroundings to crack instantly and be infected with madness.
Klein felt as if his body was trapped in layers of barriers, making it difficult for him to move. All kinds of desires and emotions grew in his heart, and he fell into a daze, unable to respond effectively for a short time. Chapter 688 The Ceremony Ended
Azik's body swelled instantly, turning into a huge feathered serpent, protecting Klein behind him and blocking Si'a's attack.
Before Klein could relax, his spiritual intuition suddenly issued a warning, and a blurry picture appeared in his mind. Si'a's weird and ugly rag doll image emerged in his pupils, inflicting a terrifying attack that was difficult to avoid and escape.
Am I a very delicious and fragrant cake? As the thought floated, Klein hid directly in the mist of history.
In the pores of history, Zaratul, who had been waiting here for a long time, stretched out his tentacles and entangled Klein from all directions.
In Klein's eyes, as soon as he entered the mist of history, he saw a deep and dark worm vortex with countless slippery tentacles, pressing towards him with an extremely terrifying breath.
His body seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, uncontrollably approaching the direction of the slippery tentacles.
"If you want to catch a 'fortune teller', the most important thing is patience and waiting, waiting for the opportunity for him to step into the trap."
The worm vortex incarnated by Zaratul uttered a whisper-like voice. This whisper had a great impact on Klein, who was not yet an angel. His thoughts were unnaturally stiff, like a rusty and decaying machine, and it was difficult for him to think and respond.
This is the aggregation effect between extraordinary characteristics, an amplified and utilized aggregation effect. Just as he reacted to what was going on in his mind, the surrounding historical fog suddenly lit up, and various lights and shadows in the historical fragments floated, as if they were all lit up.
Silently, there was a constant outpouring of light from the historical fragments, not brilliant, not clear, and without any color, as if it was a hazy glimmer composed of a large number of illusory things.
These glimmers quickly intertwined, forming a mottled picture scroll that seemed light but gave people an extremely heavy feeling, showing the form of mythical creatures, trying to directly devour Zaratul, who contained Klein.
Klein seized the opportunity and quickly evacuated the historical fog and returned to the real mausoleum.
As soon as the figure appeared, he immediately turned his head to look in the direction of Renekton, and there was no one there.
Sure enough, it was a good thing that more than just the "Ancient Scholars" could enter the Mist of History, otherwise I would have really stepped into Zaratul's trap and couldn't get out. The high-sequencers of the same path suppressed the Beyonders with lower sequences than themselves too severely.
While sighing, Klein lifted the maintenance of Azik's historical projection. While he whispered to the "Goddess of Night", he tried to pull out an angel he had seen before, a hidden angel!
Once, twice, three times.
A young black-haired female figure stood out beside Klein.
She looked beautiful, but there was no expression on her face. Her black eyes were dark and deep, but lacked spirituality.
The one summoned was the Sealed Artifact 0-17 held by the Church of Night, a hidden angel who could serve as a vessel for the "Goddess of Night" to descend!
Although they had not communicated in advance, his cooperation with Arianna itself represented an attitude of the goddess. Since he could summon the historical projection of Ms. Arianna, this hidden angel should also be successful. Moreover, his essence is higher and can make the battlefield here more chaotic.
The summoned figure did not look at Klein, but turned his head to look at the secret mausoleum below. The
entire underground ruins suddenly shook, and ripples spread in the air one after another, as if all the mausoleums connected around were to be moved into the secret world.
George III used the power of the "Black Emperor" to connect the space together, and several mausoleums suddenly separated.
With a strong sense of crisis, he could only choose to give up a mausoleum. As long as he was promoted successfully, there was still a chance to remedy everything.
"No, you have no chance."
Amon's voice suddenly echoed in George III's ears, as if Amon was whispering to his head.
The dark liquid that had lost its human form suddenly surged and violently stirred, as if making a final struggle.
As the connected spaces in the mausoleum were separated, the people who were originally fighting in a mess were once again divided into different secret mausoleums.
Arianna and William Augustus I, who was trying his best to resist the pollution from the lamp god, were separated into the same mausoleum.
Almost at the moment when the space stabilized, William Augustus I's body disappeared bit by bit as if erased by an eraser, and was sent into the secret world to be sealed.
After briefly hiding William Augustus I, Arianna reached out from the depths of darkness and pulled out a bone sword covered with strange patterns. She half-crouched and inserted the bone sword in her hand into the ground of the mausoleum. The entire mausoleum was quickly swallowed by darkness, melting away bit by bit, and becoming part of the dark tide.
In just a few breaths, the second secret mausoleum was also destroyed.
In Mausoleum No. 1 where George III was, George III, who had regained his shape and put on a monocle, glanced at the corner of his mouth and sighed helplessly:
"What a pity, it was just a little bit short."
As his voice fell, George III's body suddenly began to crack from the inside, with dense cracks appearing, and dark and twisted liquid gushing out from it.
He tried hard to control the speed of his body's collapse, raised his hand and pinched the monocle at the position of his right eye, and sighed in a low voice:
"It was just a little bit short, but the ritual of becoming a 'mistake' is also completed, so let's give Dozaratu a little more time to see who can become the final winner and eat all the chips on the table."
As soon as his voice fell, a figure appeared silently in the mausoleum, and the surrounding darkness surged like a tide, sweeping towards Amon in the center of the mausoleum.
The deep darkness surged silently and violently, carrying the power of sleep and death, which could make people fall asleep unconsciously and die little by little in the woven dream.
In front of George III, who was wearing a monocle, there was no expression on his face. His black eyes were dark and deep, but the secret angel who lacked spirituality was watching him calmly. The secret power bloomed like a flower, engulfing and melting everything in the darkness.
The aura on him was more majestic and deeper than the historical projection that Klein had summoned before, as deep as the endless darkness. 0-17, who was stored in the basement of St. Samuel's Church, came in person!
"Heh, you actually came down in person. Aren't you worried that Badhair will launch a war of gods or a sneak attack on you at this time? Or, is this matter, someone here, worth your risk?"
"Since you are so determined, I will give up the promotion for the time being. Anyway, I have no shortage of time and opportunities."
As soon as the voice fell, George III's body completely collapsed. The time worm composed of twelve patterns separated and turned into transparent white light and shadow, which quickly gathered and reorganized and turned back into the image of Amon.
He smiled at the secret angel in front of him and disappeared directly into the mausoleum. He used the connection between the nine secret mausoleums to steal his position and then placed it in another mausoleum.
On the Memorial Day Square of Backlund, George III, who was giving a speech to all the people of Loen, suddenly paused, and then, under the gaze of everyone, his body exploded with a bang.
His flesh and blood sprayed into the air like fireworks and fell all over the podium.
After a short silence, the crowd around them screamed loudly, and the scene became extremely chaotic. The soldiers of the King's Guard quickly rushed to the platform.
In the restless Memorial Day Square, white doves, crows, ants, men and women dressed in workers' clothes, dressed like gentlemen or ladies, all left the scene or took off their monocles.
In the No. 1 ruins outside Backlund, as Amon left, the hidden angel looked down at George III, who had turned into a pool of black mud. His body was wiped away bit by bit and disappeared in the mausoleum.
The heavy breathing sound echoed inside the mausoleum. George III, who was abandoned by Amon, slowly came back to his senses. Like a last glimmer of light, his consciousness became much clearer at this moment. He could clearly feel that his body and consciousness were collapsing rapidly, and he was dying completely.
"No"
His voice was barely audible and quickly dissipated in the air. No one in the mausoleum heard or saw his dying struggle.
As his life passed, he vaguely saw a huge black throne. The figure sitting on it was himself, the "Black Emperor", looking down proudly at reality, and sitting on an equal footing with the gods!
He slowly stretched out his hand, trying to grab this future and twist it into reality, but he could not touch it.
In the gap of history, the figure of Renekton who was confronting Zaratul suddenly disappeared, and Klein withdrew his support for his historical projection.
Without obstruction, Zaratul quickly hid in the deeper fog of history.
At the same time, the secret puppet he left in reality summoned his historical projection again and projected his consciousness over.
Outside the secret mausoleum in the lower reaches of the Tussock River, Klein, who had stopped George III's apotheosis ceremony and got rid of Zaratul and S'e'a, had no time to be happy. Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him.
A figure wearing a black classical robe and a pointed soft hat of the same color.
He wore a crystal monocle on his right eye, and looked at Klein in front of him with a very surprised expression. He spoke as if he saw an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time:
". Found you."
Amon! How could He appear here? Klein looked at Amon who suddenly appeared in front of him at a loss.
His actions were faster than the thoughts in his head. He stretched out his hand and tried to pull out the secret angel he had just summoned from the gap in history. The secret angel that could serve as a vessel for the goddess's descent! Chapter 689 Amon Arrives
For three consecutive times, Klein failed to summon anything. On the fourth time, he finally felt like he was going to succeed, but the next second he grabbed nothing.
Then he saw Amon reach out and drag out a very familiar figure from the void, but then He made that figure disappear in less than a blink of an eye. He
stole the historical projection that I summoned directly. This is too much. He is not a clone, but Amon's real body!
As soon as the thought floated in his mind, he heard Amon's voice:
"It is not convenient for 'Night' to descend now. That reckless man is injured again. Isn't it normal for my real body to come to Backlund?"
Klein swallowed his saliva and did not speak. He could only pray silently in his heart that someone would find out that there was a problem on his side soon.
The goddess should have known it, but as Amon said, it is not convenient for the goddess to descend now. Ms. Arianna and Al and the others who came here are just historical projections. Under my influence, the power they can exert is limited.
The more Klein thought about his situation, the more desperate he felt.
"How did you find me?"
He tried to talk to Amon and delay time while canceling the maintenance of Renekton's historical projection. This would not only let the other party know that he had encountered a problem, but also allow Zaratul to come quickly and form a tug of war with Amon.
Amon raised his hand and pressed the monocle on his right eye, and said leisurely:
"You don't have to be so roundabout. You can try to escape and resist. The longer you are in contact with me, the more things will disappear from you, from a thought, to an extraordinary ability, to a destiny, and then to the 'Source Castle'. Give me enough time, I can steal all existing things or concepts."
Klein's face sank. He didn't know how true Amon's words were, but it must be true that he could steal his thoughts and extraordinary abilities. While he was talking, he had already lost several extraordinary abilities including "controlling fire", "breathing underwater", and "drawing paper as soldiers".
This is more terrible than Pales. If He hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have discovered it at all, and I wouldn't even think in this direction. Is this stealing thoughts? How terrible!
"You really know Pales. I should have played with him for a while longer. Maybe I could have found you earlier."
While Amon was talking, Klein tried to swap positions with the newly transformed dolls around him, but no matter how he moved, he could never leave Amon's two-meter distance.
It seemed that every time he swapped positions with the dolls, he was deceived by Amon and changed to his original position, making him unable to leave the spot.
He tried to jump with fire, but he had lost the ability to ignite the flame, and the projection pulled out from the historical gap was always stolen by Amon as soon as it succeeded.
Silently, the light around him suddenly dimmed a little, and Arianna's figure appeared not far away. After encountering Amon, Klein had been maintaining this historical projection, hoping that the goddess could help him in a roundabout way.
Following closely behind was an old man wearing a hooded black robe, his eyes were as dark as the lightless water, and the white beard on his face was long and dense.
As soon as the old man appeared, he chanted in a low voice in Giant language:
"I make a wish"
The surrounding time and space twisted, as if they were in the starry sky, completely isolated from the outside world, and even information could not be exchanged.
This is the Kingdom of God, no, it should be just the prototype of the Kingdom of God. Can the wish of a "miracle master" be used in this way?
Klein looked around in some astonishment. The mysterious realm also covered him, making it difficult to escape in the chaos. He could only try to reduce his presence and look for the right opportunity.
As soon as the old man appeared, he recognized the other party, Zaratul who had ambushed him in the historical mist just now. The other party's aura was very conspicuous.
As a qualified "fortune teller", Zaratul must not appear here in his original form, so I can't go to the historical mist now, otherwise I will send rations to Zaratul. Why didn't I think of the historical mist just now, Amon, how much of my thoughts have been stolen by Him?
While Klein was thinking, he saw three familiar figures appear beside Zaratul. They were Roselle from the Great Emperor period, William Augustus I, the founder of Loen, and the "God of Evil" Sua.
The historical projection summoned by Zaratul was more real than mine, or in other words, the power and characteristics contained in it were more comprehensive.
While Klein was thinking, Arianna also reached out and pulled out a bone sword covered with strange patterns from the depths of darkness. The deep darkness surged like a tide behind Him, quickly approaching Amon from behind.
Under the siege of multiple angel-level historical projections, Amon's expression was still leisurely, and he pinched the monocle on his right eye without panic.
Above His head, an ancient, mottled, stone-carved wall clock appeared.
The pointer on the wall clock turned one grid clockwise, and a deep and melodious bell sounded instantly.
Boom!
An indescribable invisible torrent emerged, as if it came through a long history, and instantly swept everything around.
Silently, everything around disappeared, whether it was the historical projection of Arianna that Klein had summoned before, or the historical projection summoned by Zaratul and Him, they all disappeared.
Amon looked at Klein with ease, and said with a smile:
"To deal with such things with obvious limitations, just steal the time they exist."
The extremely polluting mumbling made Klein lose all his thoughts for a while.
Inside the ruins No. 1 where George III completely collapsed, streams of information emerged out of thin air, quickly reconstructing Bernadette's body.
She opened the door of this mausoleum through the ability temporarily granted by the "Hidden Sage", preparing to reclaim the characteristics and uniqueness of George III. After Amon and the hidden angel left, she was not the only one who came to the mausoleum. There was also Hermes, the "Insighter" who had behaved very strangely in the melee just now.
Noticing Bernadette's arrival, the angel in the spiritual realm did not change his expression. He spoke in a gentle tone:
"So it's you. When I was in that organization, I was quite familiar with your father. He was a very good and interesting person, except that he was too curious and his luck was not very good."
"I have been in contact with the 'Hidden Sage'. You have His aura on you. This is too conspicuous, as if He was telling me on purpose."
After a pause, He smiled and said, "Do you want to take away the characteristics of George III?"
Bernadette nodded slightly, looking at Hermes in front of her calmly, waiting for the other party's next words. Hermes
tentatively suggested, "How about we each take a part? This place is not suitable for staying and fighting for too long."
"Okay." Bernadette nodded very calmly.
Her goal was clear. Taking away the uniqueness of the "Black Emperor" would help her father revive faster. As long as there was uniqueness, the remaining three Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristics would spontaneously converge. As
soon as the voice fell, a slowly rotating ball of star sand quickly formed in the palm of her right hand.
One after another, stars emerged, densely packed and dazzling.
These stars floated around, scattering one after another, intersecting into a magnificent pillar of light, covering the black mud formed by the collapse of George III, allowing them to dissolve under the starlight, quickly collapse and dissipate.
Hermes' eyes turned into pale gold vertical pupils, and the whimpering and almost roaring wind echoed around, seeming to come from reality, and seemed to come from fantasy.
This voice, with a strong will, constantly struck and weakened the remaining crazy spirit in the "mud".
Gradually, some gold appeared in the pure and clear starlight around, becoming more and more blazing and brighter.
Dark red spots of light kept emerging from the mud after George III's collapse, and they became more and more, almost filling the entire floor of the mausoleum.
At a certain moment, some abstract things separated from the mud.
Bernadette's figure instantly became blurred, decomposing into pure and complex information streams, surging rapidly, and setting off an information storm in the mausoleum. A
large amount of complex information poured into his mind, causing Hermes to lose consciousness for a moment. When he came to his senses, Bernadette had already left.
Looking around, Hermes whispered, "Take away the uniqueness."
While speaking, He exerted influence on the residual mental imprints in the separated extraordinary characteristics, speeding up the aggregation of the characteristics.
Almost at the same time as the characteristics gathered, he saw William Augustus I, who was not in a good state, came to the mausoleum.
The violent wind suddenly became violent, and an invisible and transparent breath fell towards William Augustus I.
Regardless of whether his attack hit or not, Hermes' body swelled and turned into a gray-white dragon, entering the spiritual world with some of its characteristics.
After Hermes left, William Augustus I came to George III's body with a numb look and swallowed the mud into his stomach mouthful by mouthful. A
dark red light slowly flowed from his originally blue eyes, and his temperament became more majestic, chaotic and distorted, as if he was on the verge of madness.
In the lower reaches of the Tussock River, Amon took back all his clones scattered around, and his aura became more and more unfathomable.
Glancing in the direction of Backlund, Amon chuckled and said,
"Zaratul doesn't dare to come here in person. As expected, you 'fortune tellers' are all a bunch of cowards. If you don't divine in advance, you don't even know whether you should step out with your left foot or your right foot first."
"You don't have to wait. Your messenger won't be able to find any problems with me. The same is true for the 'Archon of Death'. 'Night' has already made a move once, and He won't risk making a move from a distance again."
As He spoke, Klein's body followed behind him uncontrollably, and the two figures quickly disappeared from the spot. Chapter 690 The Backstab of Historical Projection
Deep in the spirit world, a huge three-masted sailing ship covered in pure black was sailing forward quickly, as if sailing on the sea without any hindrance.
This was the "Black Emperor" belonging to Nast, the "King of the Five Seas"!
On the "Black Emperor", many of the lanterns hanging on both sides had gone out, and there were some damage and charred marks on the hull. There were holes burned by flames on the three black canvases raised high, as if it had just experienced a fierce battle and was baptized by countless artillery fire.
On the deck, Nast, wearing a scaled-down spire crown and a black-bottomed silver-edged robe, stood at the bow, looking down deeply, as if looking down at reality through the spirit world.
Behind him, a pair of cold and indifferent eyes without eyelashes containing countless bright stars appeared out of thin air.
Countless complex and pure information surged out from it, quickly converging and reorganizing Renekton's body.
He walked up to Nast and said calmly, "Did you encounter someone from the Steam Church?"
"Horamic Hayden." Nast nodded calmly and said a name.
Renekton nodded, and the image of the other person had already emerged in his mind. He was an old man who looked very gentle and kind, wearing a white priest robe and a clergyman's soft hat.
He was not only the head of the Backlund Parish of the Steam Church, but also a member of the Pre-God Council and the Archbishop of the Steam Church.
Regarding Nast's experience, Renekton could only say that the script of the "True Creator" was too good. Neither he nor Roselle had any idea beforehand until Amon took out the Black Emperor card.
Sighing, he then asked, "Besides the Archbishop of the Steam Church, who else participated in your battle?"
Nast said with emotion:
"A 'prophet' or 'insight'. I can't determine his true sequence. This may also be done with the help of some magical items."
"He should not be from the Church of Knowledge, nor any saint I know, but it is not ruled out that he has made some disguises. He seems to know the Archbishop of the Steam Church, and he happened to meet and decided to help."
"If I didn't hold the Black Emperor card, I could rely on the position and power above to temporarily elevate myself to the level of angels. I couldn't deal with their siege."
"If I didn't hold the Black Emperor card, you wouldn't have met them."
Renekton sighed, without much explanation, his body instantly became virtual, decomposed into streams of information, and quickly rushed towards Backlund.
According to Adam's habit, the "prophet" or "insight" that Nast encountered was most likely a member of the Dusk Hermit Society.
He followed the will of the "True Creator" and contacted Horamick Hayden in advance, ambushed Nast in the spirit world, and let one of Amon's clones just sense the breath of the "Black Emperor" and took the Black Emperor card from Nast.
Even if I go to Backlund now, Amon must have left with his spoils, but Zaratul may not be the case. I don't know how He plans to break the wish He owes me.
As his thoughts floated, Renekton's inspiration suddenly burst out, and a picture emerged in his mind. It was a spire church dominated by darkness. There were many crows circling on the top of the church, making hoarse cries.
Renekton changed direction without hesitation and approached the location of the picture in his mind.
"Still buying time for Amon, are you worried that I will disrupt their original plan, so you use Zaratul as a bait?"
While whispering to himself, the surging information flow suddenly became dim, covered with a thin layer of hazy starlight.
This is the secret he imposed on himself to avoid the spiritual intuition of the "Fortune Teller".
Located in a secret place somewhere in reality, Renekton found and locked this place with the information left by the historical projection of Roselle summoned by Zaratul.
Pieces of brilliant starlight flew out from the void, quickly constructing a door full of mysterious patterns and magical expressions.
The moment the door was formed, it twisted a little, and the sound of storms and waves was faintly heard. Zaratul grafted the exit of the door to somewhere in the violent sea, and led the existence that tried to break in through this door to other places.
Outside the dark spire church, one illusory book after another floated out. Under the books were pools of liquid-like black shadows, slowly wriggling, and eyes grew out of them.
These eyes and books together constructed an illusory tower. Each layer of it was composed of thick books and eyes shining with pure light, which continued to extend into the sky, as if the whole world was enclosed in itself.
The higher the level, the darker it was, and the more it was filled with madness, destruction, ominousness, disaster and other atmospheres.
Silently, the illusory tower contained the entire spire church. The eyes that emerged from the black shadows kept scanning the surroundings, searching for and analyzing each of Zaratul's secret dolls.
Renekton surged and surrounded the illusory tower in the form of a torrent of information, in order to circumvent Zaratul's manipulation of his spiritual body line.
Information creatures do not have spiritual body lines, and Zaratul must evoke the spiritual body lines he once had in order to control them. Given the gap in the status of both parties, this is not a quick process. As the information torrent of Renekton's incarnation gradually slowed down, three figures appeared out of thin air almost in no particular order. They were Roselle from the Great Emperor period, "God's Evil" Sua, and an angel with twelve pairs of golden wings, as hot as a sun.
Roselle's historical projection was blank for a while, and his eyes quickly became clear and agile.
The deep blue and purple brilliance in his eyes flowed, condensing one complex and illusory symbol after another.
The next second, the corpses of the monsters in the spire church and the crows hovering on the top of the church all fell into a strange stiffness.
Roselle, who transmitted his consciousness, directly attacked all the secret puppets of Zaratul, pouring a large amount of complex and useless knowledge into their minds, causing them to fall into a short stiffness.
Renekton, who had gotten rid of the interference of the spirit line, also approached and launched a fierce attack.
The clear, pure, and hazy light that seemed to be composed of a large number of illusory things suddenly burst out, forming a terrifying information storm that swept all around.
Bang! Bang!
The bodies hanging above the church, the crows circling outside, their heads exploded in pieces, red, white, scattered all over the ground.
In less than two breaths, Zaratul lost all of his marionettes.
Without the marionettes, Zaratul instantly lost his ability to intervene in reality, and the three historical projections he summoned disappeared.
A bright and shining starlight fell from the top of the illusory tower, penetrating the spire church and covering everything around.
Under the influence of the starlight, transparent and twisted worms continued to emerge from the headless bodies that fell to the ground.
They were the spirit worms belonging to Zaratul. Under the illumination of the starlight, they kept struggling to wriggle their bodies, trying to break free from the shackles of the starlight and get into the mist of history.
After a few breaths, these spirit worms stopped wriggling, they were completely dead, and grayish-white light spots continued to precipitate from their bodies, gathering into a ball under the traction of the starlight, and were held in the hands of Renekton who emerged.
After intercepting the characteristics of the spirit worm, Renekton raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The surrounding starlight spread out layer by layer, as if it had substance, turning into a pair of invisible arms, picking up all the dead spirit worms around and throwing them into the "door" constructed by the starlight.
After doing all this, Renekton looked around and walked into the steeple church.
He calmly scanned the surroundings, relying on the control of information to restore the scene here, trying to find the traces left by Zaratul.
"As expected of a timid 'fortune teller', the promotion to 'secret servant' has reset the number of resurrections, but I didn't expect that he is still so afraid of death that he doesn't even dare to come out of the mist of history."
With a low mocking voice, Renekton walked to the stone chair at the front of the hall and sat down, patiently waiting for Zaratul to appear.
Where he was when he entered the mist of history, he was still where he came out, and there was no secret doll here, so Zaratul had no chance to slip away from his eyes.
As soon as he sat down, Zaratul's figure emerged in the hall. He looked down at the dead heads scattered on the ground, then looked at Renekton with no expression on his face and said:
"The number of resurrections is not infinite. Even the 'Secret Servant' needs to reduce meaningless deaths."
"You taught me a lesson. I didn't expect that the historical projection would betray me. Rossel really didn't die."
As he spoke, the headless corpses around him stood up one by one, and they became Zaratul's secret puppets again!
The temperature around him gradually dropped, and the fog began to spread, gradually thickening, and poured into the church.
The fog was dark like the sea water at night, as light as air, making the scene two or three meters away blurry.
"A meaningless move." Renekton sighed.
One after another, the brilliance scattered from the illusory tower, converging into a magnificent pillar of light, covering everything inside.
Whether it was Zaratul's secret puppet or the secret puppet he recreated, they were uncontrollably dissolved by the starlight and quickly collapsed and dissipated.
Under the black robe, Zaratul's eyes, as dark as the lightless water, began to shake, as if he had received a blow that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.
After a moment, he exhaled heavily and said,
"You seem to know the 'Secret Servant' very well. You can always deliver the most powerful and effective blow in the simplest and easiest way."