When Amon spoke, in the huge vortex behind him, transparent tentacles covered with mysterious patterns had already extended, wrapping around His different spiritual lines.
In an instant, these illusory and fine black lines were lifted up without any obstacles.
So, monsters of strange shapes were hung in the air, like hams waiting to be dried.
The spiritual threads around Amon were stolen by him at some point!
While Zaratho launched his attack, his other slippery tentacles kept reaching into the void, trying to drag something back.
In just two or three attempts, a figure quickly outlined.
He had long, slightly curly chestnut hair, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, two small beards that were very well-maintained, and a dark infrared jacket with rust gold thread. It was Intis's former emperor, Rossel Gustav.
As soon as the knowledge emperor stepped into the real world, he looked down at the huge Amon condescendingly, and complex and illusory symbols instantly condensed in his eyes.
He was not worried that Amon would steal his attack at all, because he prepared an extremely large amount of ineffective and complex knowledge. Whether it was His forced indoctrination or Amon took it away himself, he could achieve the goal of thrusting the other party's mind.
Just as the historical pore projection of Emperor Rossell's Great completely took shape, another figure dragged out by Zaratho's transparent tentacles.
The figure looked young, but its long hair was half white. They rose backwards and floated in the air, half hidden and half obvious in the dark night.
This is an angel that Klein didn't know. He is a male, with dark eyes and vicissitudes. His facial features are pretty good, but he has a bunch of thick black short hair on his cheeks, giving people a contradictory feeling that is both old and youthful, rational and crazy.
He immediately turned into a small worm squirming and hugging, extending a transparent and smooth tentacle similar to the projection of Zarathu.
Obviously, this is also an angel of the diviner's path.
At this time, Klein was even afraid to look directly at the situation in the air, but with an inspiration, he had already noticed a certain familiarity.
The second angel summoned by Zarathu is the son of the ancient god, the first ancestor of the Antigonus family!
This is the historical pore projection when He has not yet become a half fool.
Obviously, Zarato made sufficient preparations during this period.
As Antigonus showed a complete mythical biological form, the surrounding environment changed again, and the darkness became even more intense, and as if his own life had flowed towards the huge Amon, wearing a classical black robe, a pointed hat and monocle glasses.
In this dark place, all the monsters instantly became secret puppets.
Antigonus seemed to have moved part of the ancient god kingdom in memory to the real world to separate Amon and Klein.
This is also a miracle.
When the miracle came, Zarathu's transparent tentacle dragged out the third projection from the fog of history.
This is a knight in black full-body armor, a demigod of the Quaternary Solomon Empire and did not leave a very prominent reputation in history.
However, He has another identity, that is, a member of the Red Legion of War, the leader of this legion is Medic, the king of the angels.
In this legion, every member can communicate with the Red Angel Medic and is like a whole.
In other words, Medic can gather their strength and pass on his own strength to them.
The abilities of ancient scholars cannot involve uniqueness, even if they undergo qualitative change through sequence improvement, the same is true. However, diviners will undoubtedly seek ways to play edge balls, trying to bypass the restrictions and get help related to uniqueness to a certain extent.
Klein accomplished this by summoning the Goddess Goddess with only a little power, while Zaratu summoned the strong men in the Red Legion of War.
At this moment, that projection is equal to part of Medic!
The knight in black full-body armor stepped onto the battlefield, glanced blankly, and immediately laughed out loud:
Oh, little crow, are the hairs I burned out good?
Because the historical pore projection he summoned summoned three angel-level historical pore projections, Klein's maintenance pressure instantly surged, and he suspected that he might not be able to support him for even ten seconds.
If it weren't for this change, he would probably feel that he had found a way to infinitely improve his combat ability, which was to summon two angels and add oneself every time, and then the projection of his own summons two angels and add oneself. If this continues, his descendants will be in endless.
At this time, Arianna, the leader of the ascetic monk of the Night Church, faded and turned into a secret state. Then, he suddenly appeared behind the huge Amon and slashed out the bone-made sword in his hand with strange patterns.
Taking advantage of Amon's chance to be besieged by the five angels, Klein continuously transformed the monsters into secret puppets, letting them aim at him, opening his mouth, making a bang sound.
Air shells roared at Klein himself.
At the same time, Klein stretched out his hand and easily took out a Yangyan Talisman from the air that was already inspiring and about to take effect.
He didn't believe that he could still survive under these multiple attacks.
In the bang bang sound, Klein suddenly heard a ticking sound.
The whole world seemed to be still for a moment, and then returned to normal.
Klein immediately saw a big hole in the dark sky, and a beam of pure scorching sun shone in, igniting a talisman made of gold.
That was the Yangyan Talisman, which turned into a huge ball of light, surrounded by countless flames.
However, the target it attacked was not Klein, it made a mistake and wrapped around the demigod of the Red Legion of War.
On the other hand, the massive amount of knowledge that Rosel Gustav infused, the miracle created by Antigonus, the sword of destruction swinged by Arianna, and the transparent tentacles extended by Zarathu all pointed at the same target, Medic's subordinate in black full-body armor.
This projection of Medic's will, to some extent, exploded in his mind first, and even his instinctive reaction seemed to be lost. Then he was hit by the numerous attacks and quickly dissipated in the air.
Wearing a pointed hood and a classical magician robe, Amon had recovered from the size of a human being and landed at the bottom of the battlefield.
He raised his right hand and straightened the monocle of crystal-carved glasses, and a light lit up.
Behind Him, the old mottled complete clock phantom appeared again, and the longest second hand quickly turned half a circle at a speed beyond normal.
This took less than a second, but everything seemed to have lost more than ten or twenty seconds on the entire desolate plain.
Antigonus' historical pore images disappeared, Rossel's historical pore projection dispersed, followed by the historical pore images of Zarathu and Arianna.
The time they could sustain was stolen.
Klein, who was about to commit suicide in the third round, couldn't believe his eyes when he saw this scene.
He expected that Amon, the Blasphemer, could solve the five great angel projections. After all, the projection was just a projection, which was much worse than the original body. But he never expected that the other party could be so lightly that he could not even create a chance to commit suicide.
He used his trump card but got such a result. He was inevitably a little depressed and desperate.
Amon pushed his single-chip glasses, stole the distance, and came to Klein in one step, looking at him and laughing:
If they are all ontology, it will be more troublesome.
But images from historical pores have very big flaws, and grasping the ‘problem’ is what I am good at.
Seeing this smile unchanged, his expression was so pleasant. He didn't feel that the Angel of Shi was in a difficult situation just now, Klein's heart slowly fell, like falling into the abyss.
Inspiration in his mind was touched, and scenes flashed quickly:
After entering the land of God's abandonment, Amon changed his clothes and replaced the dark jacket, woolen trousers, and black top hat that conformed to the aesthetic of the current era with classical magician robe and pointed soft hat;
After that, He proposed a game of escape and blocking;
He showed great confidence and was not worried about any mistakes...
As his thoughts turned, Klein's voice became a little dry, and he spoke in a low voice:
You are the essence...
After entering the land of God’s abandonment, your body will meet with your clone?
He truly suspected that the person in front of him was Amon's original body, the true blasphemer, the complete angel king!
Amon, wearing monocle glasses, raised his lips a little bit:
This is interesting, isn't it?
The expression you know after knowing the truth is what I want to see in this game.
He clearly admitted that he is the essence, and is born to accommodate the uniqueness of the thief's path, and is the first level under the gods.
This means that unless the true God comes, no matter how hard Klein works, no matter how hard he struggles, he will never escape from Amon's hands. This is the land of God's abandonment, and the only active god is the real Creator. His interest in the Source Castle is not too strong.
At this moment, although he had suspected that Amon next to him had been replaced with his original body, when he was truly sure, Klein, who had experienced hopes many times and was shattered, still realized what ultimate despair is. If it weren't for Tarot's involvement with Miss Justice, Leonard and others, if he hadn't known that Amon was best at fraud, he would have wanted to admit defeat and express his willingness to be the other party's favor.
Isn’t it normal to become a member of the other party if you can’t beat him?… While I was complaining, Klein suddenly had an inspiration and recalled some of the words Amon had said before.
This... his eyes lit up suddenly, he calmed down completely. He looked at Ameng, moved his body leisurely, and said with a smile:
You kill me.
In an instant, these illusory and fine black lines were lifted up without any obstacles.
So, monsters of strange shapes were hung in the air, like hams waiting to be dried.
The spiritual threads around Amon were stolen by him at some point!
While Zaratho launched his attack, his other slippery tentacles kept reaching into the void, trying to drag something back.
In just two or three attempts, a figure quickly outlined.
He had long, slightly curly chestnut hair, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, two small beards that were very well-maintained, and a dark infrared jacket with rust gold thread. It was Intis's former emperor, Rossel Gustav.
As soon as the knowledge emperor stepped into the real world, he looked down at the huge Amon condescendingly, and complex and illusory symbols instantly condensed in his eyes.
He was not worried that Amon would steal his attack at all, because he prepared an extremely large amount of ineffective and complex knowledge. Whether it was His forced indoctrination or Amon took it away himself, he could achieve the goal of thrusting the other party's mind.
Just as the historical pore projection of Emperor Rossell's Great completely took shape, another figure dragged out by Zaratho's transparent tentacles.
The figure looked young, but its long hair was half white. They rose backwards and floated in the air, half hidden and half obvious in the dark night.
This is an angel that Klein didn't know. He is a male, with dark eyes and vicissitudes. His facial features are pretty good, but he has a bunch of thick black short hair on his cheeks, giving people a contradictory feeling that is both old and youthful, rational and crazy.
He immediately turned into a small worm squirming and hugging, extending a transparent and smooth tentacle similar to the projection of Zarathu.
Obviously, this is also an angel of the diviner's path.
At this time, Klein was even afraid to look directly at the situation in the air, but with an inspiration, he had already noticed a certain familiarity.
The second angel summoned by Zarathu is the son of the ancient god, the first ancestor of the Antigonus family!
This is the historical pore projection when He has not yet become a half fool.
Obviously, Zarato made sufficient preparations during this period.
As Antigonus showed a complete mythical biological form, the surrounding environment changed again, and the darkness became even more intense, and as if his own life had flowed towards the huge Amon, wearing a classical black robe, a pointed hat and monocle glasses.
In this dark place, all the monsters instantly became secret puppets.
Antigonus seemed to have moved part of the ancient god kingdom in memory to the real world to separate Amon and Klein.
This is also a miracle.
When the miracle came, Zarathu's transparent tentacle dragged out the third projection from the fog of history.
This is a knight in black full-body armor, a demigod of the Quaternary Solomon Empire and did not leave a very prominent reputation in history.
However, He has another identity, that is, a member of the Red Legion of War, the leader of this legion is Medic, the king of the angels.
In this legion, every member can communicate with the Red Angel Medic and is like a whole.
In other words, Medic can gather their strength and pass on his own strength to them.
The abilities of ancient scholars cannot involve uniqueness, even if they undergo qualitative change through sequence improvement, the same is true. However, diviners will undoubtedly seek ways to play edge balls, trying to bypass the restrictions and get help related to uniqueness to a certain extent.
Klein accomplished this by summoning the Goddess Goddess with only a little power, while Zaratu summoned the strong men in the Red Legion of War.
At this moment, that projection is equal to part of Medic!
The knight in black full-body armor stepped onto the battlefield, glanced blankly, and immediately laughed out loud:
Oh, little crow, are the hairs I burned out good?
Because the historical pore projection he summoned summoned three angel-level historical pore projections, Klein's maintenance pressure instantly surged, and he suspected that he might not be able to support him for even ten seconds.
If it weren't for this change, he would probably feel that he had found a way to infinitely improve his combat ability, which was to summon two angels and add oneself every time, and then the projection of his own summons two angels and add oneself. If this continues, his descendants will be in endless.
At this time, Arianna, the leader of the ascetic monk of the Night Church, faded and turned into a secret state. Then, he suddenly appeared behind the huge Amon and slashed out the bone-made sword in his hand with strange patterns.
Taking advantage of Amon's chance to be besieged by the five angels, Klein continuously transformed the monsters into secret puppets, letting them aim at him, opening his mouth, making a bang sound.
Air shells roared at Klein himself.
At the same time, Klein stretched out his hand and easily took out a Yangyan Talisman from the air that was already inspiring and about to take effect.
He didn't believe that he could still survive under these multiple attacks.
In the bang bang sound, Klein suddenly heard a ticking sound.
The whole world seemed to be still for a moment, and then returned to normal.
Klein immediately saw a big hole in the dark sky, and a beam of pure scorching sun shone in, igniting a talisman made of gold.
That was the Yangyan Talisman, which turned into a huge ball of light, surrounded by countless flames.
However, the target it attacked was not Klein, it made a mistake and wrapped around the demigod of the Red Legion of War.
On the other hand, the massive amount of knowledge that Rosel Gustav infused, the miracle created by Antigonus, the sword of destruction swinged by Arianna, and the transparent tentacles extended by Zarathu all pointed at the same target, Medic's subordinate in black full-body armor.
This projection of Medic's will, to some extent, exploded in his mind first, and even his instinctive reaction seemed to be lost. Then he was hit by the numerous attacks and quickly dissipated in the air.
Wearing a pointed hood and a classical magician robe, Amon had recovered from the size of a human being and landed at the bottom of the battlefield.
He raised his right hand and straightened the monocle of crystal-carved glasses, and a light lit up.
Behind Him, the old mottled complete clock phantom appeared again, and the longest second hand quickly turned half a circle at a speed beyond normal.
This took less than a second, but everything seemed to have lost more than ten or twenty seconds on the entire desolate plain.
Antigonus' historical pore images disappeared, Rossel's historical pore projection dispersed, followed by the historical pore images of Zarathu and Arianna.
The time they could sustain was stolen.
Klein, who was about to commit suicide in the third round, couldn't believe his eyes when he saw this scene.
He expected that Amon, the Blasphemer, could solve the five great angel projections. After all, the projection was just a projection, which was much worse than the original body. But he never expected that the other party could be so lightly that he could not even create a chance to commit suicide.
He used his trump card but got such a result. He was inevitably a little depressed and desperate.
Amon pushed his single-chip glasses, stole the distance, and came to Klein in one step, looking at him and laughing:
If they are all ontology, it will be more troublesome.
But images from historical pores have very big flaws, and grasping the ‘problem’ is what I am good at.
Seeing this smile unchanged, his expression was so pleasant. He didn't feel that the Angel of Shi was in a difficult situation just now, Klein's heart slowly fell, like falling into the abyss.
Inspiration in his mind was touched, and scenes flashed quickly:
After entering the land of God's abandonment, Amon changed his clothes and replaced the dark jacket, woolen trousers, and black top hat that conformed to the aesthetic of the current era with classical magician robe and pointed soft hat;
After that, He proposed a game of escape and blocking;
He showed great confidence and was not worried about any mistakes...
As his thoughts turned, Klein's voice became a little dry, and he spoke in a low voice:
You are the essence...
After entering the land of God’s abandonment, your body will meet with your clone?
He truly suspected that the person in front of him was Amon's original body, the true blasphemer, the complete angel king!
Amon, wearing monocle glasses, raised his lips a little bit:
This is interesting, isn't it?
The expression you know after knowing the truth is what I want to see in this game.
He clearly admitted that he is the essence, and is born to accommodate the uniqueness of the thief's path, and is the first level under the gods.
This means that unless the true God comes, no matter how hard Klein works, no matter how hard he struggles, he will never escape from Amon's hands. This is the land of God's abandonment, and the only active god is the real Creator. His interest in the Source Castle is not too strong.
At this moment, although he had suspected that Amon next to him had been replaced with his original body, when he was truly sure, Klein, who had experienced hopes many times and was shattered, still realized what ultimate despair is. If it weren't for Tarot's involvement with Miss Justice, Leonard and others, if he hadn't known that Amon was best at fraud, he would have wanted to admit defeat and express his willingness to be the other party's favor.
Isn’t it normal to become a member of the other party if you can’t beat him?… While I was complaining, Klein suddenly had an inspiration and recalled some of the words Amon had said before.
This... his eyes lit up suddenly, he calmed down completely. He looked at Ameng, moved his body leisurely, and said with a smile:
You kill me.
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