Lightning once again illuminated the deserted plains filled with gray and yellow mist, illuminating the place where the angel-level battle had just happened, and illuminating the calm smile on Klein's face.
Amon stared at him for several seconds, pushed his monocle and said with a smile:
Can't you change the sentence?
You seem to have found new hope?
Klein smiled unchanged, clenched his fist against the end of his nose, and said with one hand in his pocket:
I just suddenly figured out something. The one who plays this game is that your original body is not desperate. On the contrary, it shows that you can't steal my destiny directly.
oh?Amon smiled and sent out a tone, as if looking forward to what Klein would say next.
Klein laughed and said without any slightest shake:
Otherwise, as soon as you enter the land of God's abandonment, you will directly steal my destiny and become the new master of the "Source Castle". Even if you want to play a game of escape and interception, you can wait until the main purpose is achieved before doing it. In that way, you will not bear any risks. I have lost the opportunity to be resurrected and lost my original destiny. Driven by my survival instinct, I will try to escape even harder.
Indeed, the ‘God of Prank’ may do something that pursues stimulation regardless of risks, but you are still the ‘God of Fraud’.
Speaking of this, Klein glanced at Amon's expression that had not changed much, paused:
I know you really have the extraordinary ability to steal other people's fate, but being able to do something does not mean you will do it. This requires measuring risks, weighing pros and cons, and analyzing gains and losses.
I think you don’t want to steal my destiny directly, which will burden you with everything that the ‘source castle’ brings. You must fight against the shadow of its original owner’s resurrection. Even for an angel king like you, this is also very dangerous. You will fall if you are not careful. Therefore, if you want to find a loophole, you can get the ‘source castle’ without having to bear the negative impact, and this must get my ‘permit’.
When saying this, Klein thought of the experience of getting infected with viruses when playing computers several times in his previous life. Those viruses will always disguise themselves as normal things, deceive you to click and make permission.
This is a bit similar to the current situation.
After listening to Klein's words, Amon looked at him without saying anything, but just held the monocles carved from the crystal with a calm face.
Klein smiled and continued:
Since you "parasitic" me, you have been doing a large-scale fraud. While giving the option to be your follower, you have told me that your body can withstand my destiny and put me on a heavy psychological burden.
In the next journey, you kept showing hope and destroying it, giving time limits from time to time, which made me unconsciously seize the opportunity to breathe, and suddenly shortened my itinerary and disrupted my arrangements. Finally, I unveiled the card of myself as the essence, and drove me into the abyss of despair, so as to destroy my will, defeat my psychological defense, and completely collapsed, choose to be your follower, "agree" that potential "deal".
After listening quietly, Amon suddenly laughed, raised his hands and applauded gently:
Perfect reasoning.
However, you seem to be missing a problem.
What I said is, seeing my body, going to a safe enough place before taking your destiny, now that we have not reached our final destination, I certainly wouldn't take the risk of trying.
Klein's expression sank slightly, and then he relaxed:
I'm looking forward to what's going on there.
He responded to Amon's words in Amon's gesture.
The real angel king straightened his monocle glasses and pointed at the side with a smile:
It's almost there, we will arrive in less than half a day.
How long does it take?Klein instinctively lacks trust in the vague description of Amon's mouth.
Amon grabbed his chin and laughed:
Half an hour.
Klein turned his head and looked in the direction Amon pointed just now, and saw that there was darkness and nothing could be seen.
A flash of lightning flashed across the barren plain, but in the distance was a thicker gray-yellow fog.
……
Beckland, Queens, in the luxurious villa of the Earl of Hall's home.
After two days of chaos, Audrey's life finally returned to some peace, which made her increasingly curious about the truth hidden in the king's assassination.
Considering that Mr. Fool seemed to have hints that today's Tarot would likely be cancelled, Audrey decided to pray to the existence in advance, contact the World German Sparrow, and try to figure out the situation accordingly.
She just glanced at Susie, and the golden retriever immediately walked out of the room, closed the door along her legs, and squatted outside.
Audrey sat down familiarly, posing in prayer, and chanted in a low voice in Guhemis:
Fools who do not belong to this era...
……
Bakerland, East Side, inside a two-bedroom rental house.
You said, will there be a party today?No formal notice was made... Fors took out his ladies' pocket watch and pressed it to take a look.
Hugh shook his head:
have no idea.
Fors was a little unable to sit still, leaving his seat, paced back and forth slightly anxiously, muttering to himself:
Mr. ‘World’ did not respond, and Mr. ‘Follower’ did not respond…
As he was talking, Fors suddenly looked at his friend who was eating ham meat and said anxiously:
Don't you try to pray to Mr. Fool and ask if today's party will be held as scheduled.
Xiu Wei frowned, put down his fork, and nodded:
good.
She also felt that the current situation was a bit weird.
After shaking hands and pressing against your chin, Fury took a breath and said in a low voice:
Fools who do not belong to this era...
……
Beckland, North District, underground in St. Samuel Church, in a room behind the Channis Gate.
Emlin White woke up and was quite puzzled by the dream just now.
He seemed to dream of Lilith, the ancestor of the blood clan!
In his dream, he was trapped in an ancient castle covered with red vines and could not escape.
Later, through the narrow window on the high ground, he saw the crimson moon outside, and saw a pair of huge bat wings covering half of the red moon.
In the legend of the blood clan, this is one of the symbols of the ancient god Lilith.
Then, excited to fly high, Emlin, who tried to open the narrow window, found a tarot card at the bottom of the glass.
The surface of the tarot card depicts a young man in gorgeous clothes, wearing a gorgeous headdress, carrying a cane on his shoulders, luggage hanging on his head, and a puppy pulling behind him.
Fool's card.
When he dreamed here, Emlin naturally woke up. As a blood viscount, he had basic dream analysis ability:
It must be my current situation that led to the emergence of this dream. That "star" has never sent me some human blood...
I am indeed the object of my ancestor’s favor... He is hinting that if I want to get out of the predicament, I must get help from Mr. ‘Follower’?
What week is today?Forget it, just pray so that you can get out as soon as possible.Emlin turned over and sat up hopefully, and recited quite devoutly:
Fools who do not belong to this era...
……
Above the gray fog, the three deep red stars corresponding to justice, judgment and the moon began to expand and contract, emitting light and creating ripples.
They merged into the already existing crimson tide, instantly intensifying the shock of the entire mysterious space.
In the midst of the shock, the tide flooded the ancient and majestic palaces, making mysterious symbols lit up one after another after another behind the eight seats on both sides of the bronze table.
This brings new halos and new shocks, accompanied by a buzzing sound.
At the top of the mottled long table, the back of the seat belonging to the Fool also lit up. The complex symbol composed of half a twisted line and half an eye without pupils continues to stretch out, becoming layered and extremely three-dimensional.
The crimson tide was therefore attracted, and a figure condensed on Yu Yu's high-back chair.
This figure is not stable enough, sometimes distorted and sometimes dispersed, making it difficult to truly take shape.
On the barren plain filled with gray and yellow mist, Klein's footsteps paused slightly, and he looked up at the lightning flashing through the air.
He immediately withdrew his gaze, carried the leather lantern, followed Amon's side, and went deep into the wasteland where he could not see the edge.
The more one person moves forward a day, the more gullies there will be on the ground and the depth will become more and more exaggerated.
About ten minutes later, as another lightning flashed through the sky, Klein saw a blue-black cyclopter wandering not far away.
His body was full of traces of rotten and pus, his eyes were sunken, and he had lost his life at first sight.
But he was still wandering, and gray-yellow gas filled his body, intertwining in the air into clouds, creating mist in the wasteland.
The gray and yellow mist that enveloped the endless wilderness was actually brought by this blue and black giant!
Bradell, the youngest son of the giant king, openly cursed my father, suffered punishment, and wandered here forever. Of course, He had died in the "Cataclysm" long ago, but he still failed to get relief.Amon pointed at the blue-black cyclop, and said with a smile, "If I hadn't stole the corresponding damage, as long as you enter this plain, you would have been polluted by the fog produced by Bradell's death and become a cursed person who can't go away."
Do I want to say thank you to you?Crane suddenly felt like she was directly entering the myth.
Amon took him and continued to move forward, and soon approached the blue-black Cyclops.
There was an extremely deep gully where the giant wandered, and lightning flashed through it, and a thick and wide gray building appeared at the bottom.
Klein just glanced and his eyelids twitched slightly, remembering the scene he saw when he was divining the dark cross.
If he remembers correctly, this should be the place where the ancient sun god, the creator of Silver City, Amon and Adam's father came out!
Is this what Amon said is safe enough?Klein's heart sank immediately.
At this time, Amon, wearing a pointed soft hat and monocle glasses, walked to the edge of the gully, facing the gray and white building, opened his hands slightly, and said with a smile:
This is the sacred place where my father awakens, burying the history I want to explore.
My father told me that there is a very old name here called...
As the silver-white lightning flashed through the sky, Amon, wearing a classical black robe, paused, his arms widened a little more open, and spoke with a little solemn meaning:
Chernobyl!
Amon stared at him for several seconds, pushed his monocle and said with a smile:
Can't you change the sentence?
You seem to have found new hope?
Klein smiled unchanged, clenched his fist against the end of his nose, and said with one hand in his pocket:
I just suddenly figured out something. The one who plays this game is that your original body is not desperate. On the contrary, it shows that you can't steal my destiny directly.
oh?Amon smiled and sent out a tone, as if looking forward to what Klein would say next.
Klein laughed and said without any slightest shake:
Otherwise, as soon as you enter the land of God's abandonment, you will directly steal my destiny and become the new master of the "Source Castle". Even if you want to play a game of escape and interception, you can wait until the main purpose is achieved before doing it. In that way, you will not bear any risks. I have lost the opportunity to be resurrected and lost my original destiny. Driven by my survival instinct, I will try to escape even harder.
Indeed, the ‘God of Prank’ may do something that pursues stimulation regardless of risks, but you are still the ‘God of Fraud’.
Speaking of this, Klein glanced at Amon's expression that had not changed much, paused:
I know you really have the extraordinary ability to steal other people's fate, but being able to do something does not mean you will do it. This requires measuring risks, weighing pros and cons, and analyzing gains and losses.
I think you don’t want to steal my destiny directly, which will burden you with everything that the ‘source castle’ brings. You must fight against the shadow of its original owner’s resurrection. Even for an angel king like you, this is also very dangerous. You will fall if you are not careful. Therefore, if you want to find a loophole, you can get the ‘source castle’ without having to bear the negative impact, and this must get my ‘permit’.
When saying this, Klein thought of the experience of getting infected with viruses when playing computers several times in his previous life. Those viruses will always disguise themselves as normal things, deceive you to click and make permission.
This is a bit similar to the current situation.
After listening to Klein's words, Amon looked at him without saying anything, but just held the monocles carved from the crystal with a calm face.
Klein smiled and continued:
Since you "parasitic" me, you have been doing a large-scale fraud. While giving the option to be your follower, you have told me that your body can withstand my destiny and put me on a heavy psychological burden.
In the next journey, you kept showing hope and destroying it, giving time limits from time to time, which made me unconsciously seize the opportunity to breathe, and suddenly shortened my itinerary and disrupted my arrangements. Finally, I unveiled the card of myself as the essence, and drove me into the abyss of despair, so as to destroy my will, defeat my psychological defense, and completely collapsed, choose to be your follower, "agree" that potential "deal".
After listening quietly, Amon suddenly laughed, raised his hands and applauded gently:
Perfect reasoning.
However, you seem to be missing a problem.
What I said is, seeing my body, going to a safe enough place before taking your destiny, now that we have not reached our final destination, I certainly wouldn't take the risk of trying.
Klein's expression sank slightly, and then he relaxed:
I'm looking forward to what's going on there.
He responded to Amon's words in Amon's gesture.
The real angel king straightened his monocle glasses and pointed at the side with a smile:
It's almost there, we will arrive in less than half a day.
How long does it take?Klein instinctively lacks trust in the vague description of Amon's mouth.
Amon grabbed his chin and laughed:
Half an hour.
Klein turned his head and looked in the direction Amon pointed just now, and saw that there was darkness and nothing could be seen.
A flash of lightning flashed across the barren plain, but in the distance was a thicker gray-yellow fog.
……
Beckland, Queens, in the luxurious villa of the Earl of Hall's home.
After two days of chaos, Audrey's life finally returned to some peace, which made her increasingly curious about the truth hidden in the king's assassination.
Considering that Mr. Fool seemed to have hints that today's Tarot would likely be cancelled, Audrey decided to pray to the existence in advance, contact the World German Sparrow, and try to figure out the situation accordingly.
She just glanced at Susie, and the golden retriever immediately walked out of the room, closed the door along her legs, and squatted outside.
Audrey sat down familiarly, posing in prayer, and chanted in a low voice in Guhemis:
Fools who do not belong to this era...
……
Bakerland, East Side, inside a two-bedroom rental house.
You said, will there be a party today?No formal notice was made... Fors took out his ladies' pocket watch and pressed it to take a look.
Hugh shook his head:
have no idea.
Fors was a little unable to sit still, leaving his seat, paced back and forth slightly anxiously, muttering to himself:
Mr. ‘World’ did not respond, and Mr. ‘Follower’ did not respond…
As he was talking, Fors suddenly looked at his friend who was eating ham meat and said anxiously:
Don't you try to pray to Mr. Fool and ask if today's party will be held as scheduled.
Xiu Wei frowned, put down his fork, and nodded:
good.
She also felt that the current situation was a bit weird.
After shaking hands and pressing against your chin, Fury took a breath and said in a low voice:
Fools who do not belong to this era...
……
Beckland, North District, underground in St. Samuel Church, in a room behind the Channis Gate.
Emlin White woke up and was quite puzzled by the dream just now.
He seemed to dream of Lilith, the ancestor of the blood clan!
In his dream, he was trapped in an ancient castle covered with red vines and could not escape.
Later, through the narrow window on the high ground, he saw the crimson moon outside, and saw a pair of huge bat wings covering half of the red moon.
In the legend of the blood clan, this is one of the symbols of the ancient god Lilith.
Then, excited to fly high, Emlin, who tried to open the narrow window, found a tarot card at the bottom of the glass.
The surface of the tarot card depicts a young man in gorgeous clothes, wearing a gorgeous headdress, carrying a cane on his shoulders, luggage hanging on his head, and a puppy pulling behind him.
Fool's card.
When he dreamed here, Emlin naturally woke up. As a blood viscount, he had basic dream analysis ability:
It must be my current situation that led to the emergence of this dream. That "star" has never sent me some human blood...
I am indeed the object of my ancestor’s favor... He is hinting that if I want to get out of the predicament, I must get help from Mr. ‘Follower’?
What week is today?Forget it, just pray so that you can get out as soon as possible.Emlin turned over and sat up hopefully, and recited quite devoutly:
Fools who do not belong to this era...
……
Above the gray fog, the three deep red stars corresponding to justice, judgment and the moon began to expand and contract, emitting light and creating ripples.
They merged into the already existing crimson tide, instantly intensifying the shock of the entire mysterious space.
In the midst of the shock, the tide flooded the ancient and majestic palaces, making mysterious symbols lit up one after another after another behind the eight seats on both sides of the bronze table.
This brings new halos and new shocks, accompanied by a buzzing sound.
At the top of the mottled long table, the back of the seat belonging to the Fool also lit up. The complex symbol composed of half a twisted line and half an eye without pupils continues to stretch out, becoming layered and extremely three-dimensional.
The crimson tide was therefore attracted, and a figure condensed on Yu Yu's high-back chair.
This figure is not stable enough, sometimes distorted and sometimes dispersed, making it difficult to truly take shape.
On the barren plain filled with gray and yellow mist, Klein's footsteps paused slightly, and he looked up at the lightning flashing through the air.
He immediately withdrew his gaze, carried the leather lantern, followed Amon's side, and went deep into the wasteland where he could not see the edge.
The more one person moves forward a day, the more gullies there will be on the ground and the depth will become more and more exaggerated.
About ten minutes later, as another lightning flashed through the sky, Klein saw a blue-black cyclopter wandering not far away.
His body was full of traces of rotten and pus, his eyes were sunken, and he had lost his life at first sight.
But he was still wandering, and gray-yellow gas filled his body, intertwining in the air into clouds, creating mist in the wasteland.
The gray and yellow mist that enveloped the endless wilderness was actually brought by this blue and black giant!
Bradell, the youngest son of the giant king, openly cursed my father, suffered punishment, and wandered here forever. Of course, He had died in the "Cataclysm" long ago, but he still failed to get relief.Amon pointed at the blue-black cyclop, and said with a smile, "If I hadn't stole the corresponding damage, as long as you enter this plain, you would have been polluted by the fog produced by Bradell's death and become a cursed person who can't go away."
Do I want to say thank you to you?Crane suddenly felt like she was directly entering the myth.
Amon took him and continued to move forward, and soon approached the blue-black Cyclops.
There was an extremely deep gully where the giant wandered, and lightning flashed through it, and a thick and wide gray building appeared at the bottom.
Klein just glanced and his eyelids twitched slightly, remembering the scene he saw when he was divining the dark cross.
If he remembers correctly, this should be the place where the ancient sun god, the creator of Silver City, Amon and Adam's father came out!
Is this what Amon said is safe enough?Klein's heart sank immediately.
At this time, Amon, wearing a pointed soft hat and monocle glasses, walked to the edge of the gully, facing the gray and white building, opened his hands slightly, and said with a smile:
This is the sacred place where my father awakens, burying the history I want to explore.
My father told me that there is a very old name here called...
As the silver-white lightning flashed through the sky, Amon, wearing a classical black robe, paused, his arms widened a little more open, and spoke with a little solemn meaning:
Chernobyl!
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