Good job... In the face of Amon's praise, Klein tried hard to squeeze out a smile and responded politely:
Thanks.
To be honest, he would rather hear curses than praise, which at least means that he is very close to success.
Of course, Crane suspected that even if he really escaped, Amon would not be furious. Judging from the character shown by this mischief god, he might think it was too interesting and exciting on the one hand, and on the other hand, he could not help but feel a little depressed and disappointed, and couldn't wait to enter the next round.
It is a great improvement to think of using the "door" to interfere with me.Amon smiled without caring at all, but don’t you think I will be in a relatively vigilant state when ‘opening the door’. In fact, isn’t it so easy to be affected by accidents?
Klein thought about it and replied seriously:
I thought so at first, but later I felt that you should be able to grasp my mental state. I believe I dare not take action when you open the "door". At this time, trying it may have miraculous results.
It is also a strategy to actually do it when others think you won’t do it.
In my previous life, Klein had been exposed to similar thinking levels and was so dizzy that he was surrounded.
What if I thought of this level too?Amon smiled and pushed the bottom edge of the single-piece glasses with his knuckles.
At the same time, those secrets who were still alive, took out crystal-carved monocle glasses from the void from their bodies, put them on their right eye, and looked at Klein in unison.
This made Klein's scalp numb and he found that the secret puppet and he was instantly interrupted.
Although there have been progress, failure always requires some punishment.Amon turned around with a smile and walked towards the church.
As He took the steps, the secret puppets smiled one after another and fell down stiffly, which made Klein's soul be torn apart again and again, and the blood vessels on the forehead swelled and contracted visible to the naked eye.
To endure this pain, Klein stood there and took a while to barely calm down.
During this process, although he was in the depths of darkness, he was neither attacked by terrible monsters nor converted into a secret state.
Amon stole the mysterious divine power in this city-state?
If I try to break myself, I will definitely be stolen... or I am not prepared enough. I am not sure about Ah and did not consider the things he stole before... I really didn't expect that He actually released the daytime stolen from the ruins of the God War... What did He stole in the past? It was stored in my body. I had no way of understanding Ah at all, and I could not make targeted preparations... That monocle is a container for stolen things, and it is part of Ah itself?
So, every time He parasitized, he could take out a monocle glasses... Klein rubbed his forehead and walked back into the church. He looked at Amon in front of the light door and asked casually:
Why do you have so many monocles?Where do you usually put it?
Amon stroked the monocle of his right eye and smiled indifferently:
Why don’t you ask me why every clone has eyes and where do I usually put it?
……I see.Klein nodded suddenly.
Amon turned his gaze again at the light gate that had not yet calmed down, and said in a chat:
I always feel that the essence of your action is a large-scale preparation, not a try.
What small moves did you do during the process just now?
Klein thought about it for a moment and responded with a smile:
you guess.
I do have some guesses, do you think I guessed it?Amon asked with interest, clamping the upper and lower edges of the monocle glasses.
Maybe there is, or maybe there isn't.Klein did not give a clear answer at all, and cooperated to walk to Amon, watching him reach out and hold the pale light gate.
Ripples spread out from above the light gate again, becoming more and more intense and exaggerated.
After about ten seconds, the ripples spread around, causing the light gate to expand twice.
Amon glanced at Klein and signaled him to step forward.
Crane instinctively turned around and looked around the church.
Outside the area illuminated by the light of leather lanterns, some extraordinary traits left by the distorted monsters are flashing with glimmer. Not all of them were extraordinary people during their lifetime. After those originally ordinary people were transformed into monsters, a large part of their power came from darkness and depravity. They did not belong to themselves, and no characteristics could be precipitated.
Almost forgot.Amon, who followed him and looked around, suddenly shook his head and smiled.
As soon as His words came to an end, a bunch of extraordinary qualities floated up, and he threw himself into His body, merged with Him, leaving only a small amount left to remain in place.
Most of the people who actively transform into monsters are the ‘apprentices’ paths to the dark side of the city-state’s extraordinary people and their families.Amon withdrew his gaze and said casually.
Even if it is the extraordinary characteristics of similar paths, eating them directly will cause problems. Shouldn’t you just jump to the higher level of similar paths?
Can it be backward compatible?
Klein was a little stunned and asked in confusion:
Will this accumulate madness?
This is more than just a cumulative madness problem. Klein suspected that if he did this, there would be a high probability that he would be half crazy.
Others will.Amon smiled and said, "I won't."
It's such a bug... Klein couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Then, the distance between him and the light gate disappeared.
Subconsciously, he forgot the extraordinary characteristics of the remaining God of Death's pathway and entered the mutated light gate with Amon.
The endless darkness and the wriggling linear light were mixed together, giving Klein a feeling of losing weight.
Ten seconds later, he found himself and Amon appeared in a square. The dim light of the leather lantern seemed to be blocked by invisible power, and could only shine half of the original range.
Lightning flashed across the sky, making the surroundings brighter.
With the help of this lightning, Klein saw broken statues standing around the square, either with their hands tied behind, their bodies wrapped in thorn roses, or like mummies, which intuitively gave people a feeling of restraint.
This was originally a city-state that believed in alien kings.Amon is like a qualified tour guide who introduced the attractions to Klein. They are very interesting, usually temperate and quiet, just like ascetics, but once they encounter prey or a specific moment, they will burst into bloodthirsty and murder. You can imagine that on a full moon night, this is a city with werewolf walking everywhere.
It seems that the original concept of the alien species was also restrained... Later, they were all led by the Mother Tree of Desire... Klein took a few more glances with the help of a new round of lightning and asked in thought:
Is the image of the alien king close to the mummy?
No, although He is an ugly and twisted man, he likes to wrap thorns and thorns on himself.Amon sneered.
...Kline took this opportunity and asked:
What kind of image will your believers worship?
In mysticism, your symbolic symbol is the clock plus the ‘worm of time’?
Amon grabbed his chin and said:
In theory, my believers are all myself, so there is no need to worry about erecting the statue of God.
My believers are all myself... Fortunately, I have Daniz, the lover now... Klein suddenly realized that he and Amon are quite similar in some aspects.
Of course, I said that my believers are myself, which belong to a funny story, and Amon said that my believers are myself, which is a thriller novel, and the styles are quite different... Klein finally laughed at himself in his heart.
Amon continued as he walked forward:
However, in my father's era, many people would follow my belief in me. Some of them started from the name "Engel" and used clock-related signs to shape my statue, some used crows covered with mysterious patterns to make my image based on the name "God of Pranks", and some combined the two.
Speaking of this, Amon, wearing monocle glasses, suddenly turned his head, glanced at Klein, outlined the corners of his mouth:
The final destination is no more than three days away.
In other words, there are only three days left for me... Klein almost gasped, and his psychological pressure suddenly increased, making him feel like his nerves were about to be crushed.
He has not yet judged what the real purpose of Amon playing this game is, nor has he found traces of what the other party drives him to do, which means that he cannot grasp the key and cannot find a real opportunity to get out of trouble.
Amon's clone's performance just now made him realize that if he is not really prepared, he may not be able to hold on in front of him for even ten seconds.
As his thoughts turned, Klein fell silent and followed Amon out of the square full of destruction.
…………
There were few pedestrians on the street and they came and went in a hurry. In the Port of Pritz, where many houses were covered with burning marks, the mysterious queen Bernardi, with long chestnut hair, put the newspaper in her hand on the table.
The homepage of the Tassock newspaper published the important news of the king's assassination and claimed that the assassin was from Fsak or Intis.
This is not to stop the disaster, nor does it exacerbate the disaster... Bernadai said to himself with a slightly solemn expression.
She pondered for a while, lifted the paved tablecloth, wrapped it up, then let it stretch itself.
This time, the coffee cup, pen holder, newspaper and other things inside the tablecloth disappeared, and ritual-related items such as silver candles appeared.
Bernadai then held a ceremony to summon Germansparo's messenger.
As a collaborator, she believes it is necessary to ask about the other party’s situation and see if there is any further work to help.
As soon as the ceremony ended, Renette Tynikol, carrying four blonde and red-eyed heads, wearing a gloomy and complex long skirt, and nothing on his neck, walked out of the swelling candlelight.
Bernadai's eyelids jumped invisibly, then he picked up the letter and a gold coin that had been prepared and handed it to the messenger.
Renette Nicole's head bites the letter and the gold coins, while the other heads look at the Mysterious Queen for a few seconds.
He moved back to his sight and walked into the void, but just as Bernadie was about to put away the tablecloth, the messenger lady suddenly appeared again.
Two of His blonde and red-eyed heads spoke in turn:
He... is missing...
Thanks.
To be honest, he would rather hear curses than praise, which at least means that he is very close to success.
Of course, Crane suspected that even if he really escaped, Amon would not be furious. Judging from the character shown by this mischief god, he might think it was too interesting and exciting on the one hand, and on the other hand, he could not help but feel a little depressed and disappointed, and couldn't wait to enter the next round.
It is a great improvement to think of using the "door" to interfere with me.Amon smiled without caring at all, but don’t you think I will be in a relatively vigilant state when ‘opening the door’. In fact, isn’t it so easy to be affected by accidents?
Klein thought about it and replied seriously:
I thought so at first, but later I felt that you should be able to grasp my mental state. I believe I dare not take action when you open the "door". At this time, trying it may have miraculous results.
It is also a strategy to actually do it when others think you won’t do it.
In my previous life, Klein had been exposed to similar thinking levels and was so dizzy that he was surrounded.
What if I thought of this level too?Amon smiled and pushed the bottom edge of the single-piece glasses with his knuckles.
At the same time, those secrets who were still alive, took out crystal-carved monocle glasses from the void from their bodies, put them on their right eye, and looked at Klein in unison.
This made Klein's scalp numb and he found that the secret puppet and he was instantly interrupted.
Although there have been progress, failure always requires some punishment.Amon turned around with a smile and walked towards the church.
As He took the steps, the secret puppets smiled one after another and fell down stiffly, which made Klein's soul be torn apart again and again, and the blood vessels on the forehead swelled and contracted visible to the naked eye.
To endure this pain, Klein stood there and took a while to barely calm down.
During this process, although he was in the depths of darkness, he was neither attacked by terrible monsters nor converted into a secret state.
Amon stole the mysterious divine power in this city-state?
If I try to break myself, I will definitely be stolen... or I am not prepared enough. I am not sure about Ah and did not consider the things he stole before... I really didn't expect that He actually released the daytime stolen from the ruins of the God War... What did He stole in the past? It was stored in my body. I had no way of understanding Ah at all, and I could not make targeted preparations... That monocle is a container for stolen things, and it is part of Ah itself?
So, every time He parasitized, he could take out a monocle glasses... Klein rubbed his forehead and walked back into the church. He looked at Amon in front of the light door and asked casually:
Why do you have so many monocles?Where do you usually put it?
Amon stroked the monocle of his right eye and smiled indifferently:
Why don’t you ask me why every clone has eyes and where do I usually put it?
……I see.Klein nodded suddenly.
Amon turned his gaze again at the light gate that had not yet calmed down, and said in a chat:
I always feel that the essence of your action is a large-scale preparation, not a try.
What small moves did you do during the process just now?
Klein thought about it for a moment and responded with a smile:
you guess.
I do have some guesses, do you think I guessed it?Amon asked with interest, clamping the upper and lower edges of the monocle glasses.
Maybe there is, or maybe there isn't.Klein did not give a clear answer at all, and cooperated to walk to Amon, watching him reach out and hold the pale light gate.
Ripples spread out from above the light gate again, becoming more and more intense and exaggerated.
After about ten seconds, the ripples spread around, causing the light gate to expand twice.
Amon glanced at Klein and signaled him to step forward.
Crane instinctively turned around and looked around the church.
Outside the area illuminated by the light of leather lanterns, some extraordinary traits left by the distorted monsters are flashing with glimmer. Not all of them were extraordinary people during their lifetime. After those originally ordinary people were transformed into monsters, a large part of their power came from darkness and depravity. They did not belong to themselves, and no characteristics could be precipitated.
Almost forgot.Amon, who followed him and looked around, suddenly shook his head and smiled.
As soon as His words came to an end, a bunch of extraordinary qualities floated up, and he threw himself into His body, merged with Him, leaving only a small amount left to remain in place.
Most of the people who actively transform into monsters are the ‘apprentices’ paths to the dark side of the city-state’s extraordinary people and their families.Amon withdrew his gaze and said casually.
Even if it is the extraordinary characteristics of similar paths, eating them directly will cause problems. Shouldn’t you just jump to the higher level of similar paths?
Can it be backward compatible?
Klein was a little stunned and asked in confusion:
Will this accumulate madness?
This is more than just a cumulative madness problem. Klein suspected that if he did this, there would be a high probability that he would be half crazy.
Others will.Amon smiled and said, "I won't."
It's such a bug... Klein couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Then, the distance between him and the light gate disappeared.
Subconsciously, he forgot the extraordinary characteristics of the remaining God of Death's pathway and entered the mutated light gate with Amon.
The endless darkness and the wriggling linear light were mixed together, giving Klein a feeling of losing weight.
Ten seconds later, he found himself and Amon appeared in a square. The dim light of the leather lantern seemed to be blocked by invisible power, and could only shine half of the original range.
Lightning flashed across the sky, making the surroundings brighter.
With the help of this lightning, Klein saw broken statues standing around the square, either with their hands tied behind, their bodies wrapped in thorn roses, or like mummies, which intuitively gave people a feeling of restraint.
This was originally a city-state that believed in alien kings.Amon is like a qualified tour guide who introduced the attractions to Klein. They are very interesting, usually temperate and quiet, just like ascetics, but once they encounter prey or a specific moment, they will burst into bloodthirsty and murder. You can imagine that on a full moon night, this is a city with werewolf walking everywhere.
It seems that the original concept of the alien species was also restrained... Later, they were all led by the Mother Tree of Desire... Klein took a few more glances with the help of a new round of lightning and asked in thought:
Is the image of the alien king close to the mummy?
No, although He is an ugly and twisted man, he likes to wrap thorns and thorns on himself.Amon sneered.
...Kline took this opportunity and asked:
What kind of image will your believers worship?
In mysticism, your symbolic symbol is the clock plus the ‘worm of time’?
Amon grabbed his chin and said:
In theory, my believers are all myself, so there is no need to worry about erecting the statue of God.
My believers are all myself... Fortunately, I have Daniz, the lover now... Klein suddenly realized that he and Amon are quite similar in some aspects.
Of course, I said that my believers are myself, which belong to a funny story, and Amon said that my believers are myself, which is a thriller novel, and the styles are quite different... Klein finally laughed at himself in his heart.
Amon continued as he walked forward:
However, in my father's era, many people would follow my belief in me. Some of them started from the name "Engel" and used clock-related signs to shape my statue, some used crows covered with mysterious patterns to make my image based on the name "God of Pranks", and some combined the two.
Speaking of this, Amon, wearing monocle glasses, suddenly turned his head, glanced at Klein, outlined the corners of his mouth:
The final destination is no more than three days away.
In other words, there are only three days left for me... Klein almost gasped, and his psychological pressure suddenly increased, making him feel like his nerves were about to be crushed.
He has not yet judged what the real purpose of Amon playing this game is, nor has he found traces of what the other party drives him to do, which means that he cannot grasp the key and cannot find a real opportunity to get out of trouble.
Amon's clone's performance just now made him realize that if he is not really prepared, he may not be able to hold on in front of him for even ten seconds.
As his thoughts turned, Klein fell silent and followed Amon out of the square full of destruction.
…………
There were few pedestrians on the street and they came and went in a hurry. In the Port of Pritz, where many houses were covered with burning marks, the mysterious queen Bernardi, with long chestnut hair, put the newspaper in her hand on the table.
The homepage of the Tassock newspaper published the important news of the king's assassination and claimed that the assassin was from Fsak or Intis.
This is not to stop the disaster, nor does it exacerbate the disaster... Bernadai said to himself with a slightly solemn expression.
She pondered for a while, lifted the paved tablecloth, wrapped it up, then let it stretch itself.
This time, the coffee cup, pen holder, newspaper and other things inside the tablecloth disappeared, and ritual-related items such as silver candles appeared.
Bernadai then held a ceremony to summon Germansparo's messenger.
As a collaborator, she believes it is necessary to ask about the other party’s situation and see if there is any further work to help.
As soon as the ceremony ended, Renette Tynikol, carrying four blonde and red-eyed heads, wearing a gloomy and complex long skirt, and nothing on his neck, walked out of the swelling candlelight.
Bernadai's eyelids jumped invisibly, then he picked up the letter and a gold coin that had been prepared and handed it to the messenger.
Renette Nicole's head bites the letter and the gold coins, while the other heads look at the Mysterious Queen for a few seconds.
He moved back to his sight and walked into the void, but just as Bernadie was about to put away the tablecloth, the messenger lady suddenly appeared again.
Two of His blonde and red-eyed heads spoke in turn:
He... is missing...
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