The shrill cries of crows surrounded the mottled, weather-beaten castle spire. In the huge, dark and lightless cave, a young man in a classical mage's robe adjusted the monocle in the orbit of his right eye.
"Sure enough, no matter what era it is, the aesthetics of the Zarath family are always so boring..."
The palms under the long sleeves suddenly tightened, and the crow flying in a circle in the air suddenly silenced. The same dark beak opened and closed but made no sound.
Silently, a crow's scarlet eyes suddenly regained their vigor. It glanced at the barren ground. Translucent worms exploded under its feathers, clinging to tentacles entwined with illusory dark silk threads, forming the following...
A whirlpool of surging tentacles that embraces the worm flesh.
Amon on the ground watched all this with his eyes still showing a calm and relaxed smile.
In her sight, the crows flying around the church all turned into monsters similar to the mythical creatures of the "Soothsayer" path. They attacked her one after another with the help of the powerful gravity formed by the aggregation of extraordinary characteristics and the terrifying tentacles that stirred the air.
The young man's thin body floated uncontrollably under this powerful gravitational force. Just as she was about to steal the shackles of this gravitational force on herself, in the empty void around her, a gray-white mist that was so thin that it was almost negligible surged out of thin air.
He came out, stirred by the terrifying tentacles, and squirmed towards Amon.
"Interesting." Amon, who was slightly surprised, adjusted his glasses again and snapped his fingers.
"But this kind of trick, 'Secret' didn't work on me very much when I was seven years old." Amon stared closely at the group of worms that had first formed, and the flat smile on his lips suddenly turned evil.
The blazing white holy light illuminated the dark cave, and the power from the eternal sun of the Gods and Ocean ruins dispersed all evil spirits. Although the thin mist was stimulated by the sudden arrival of light, it crazily wrapped around the worms that summoned them.
Resistance, but in the face of absolute heat, all meaningless actions are just self-comfort. The second before hiding in the hole, Amon seemed to hear a roar of filial piety from an old-era being.
The flat spherical pit replaced the original quaint castle. The attack mixed with the power of the ancient sun god revealed all the plots carefully laid out in this secret stronghold of Zaratul. In the lightless darkness, there were only dreamlike colors.
The stubborn people gathered in the spherical pothole.
With another snap of fingers, the space blockade originally stolen from Bethel enveloped this area. Under the influence of the aura of the strongest person in the "Gate" path, it basically cut off all reality and occult connections with the outside world.
The flowing brilliance was firmly trapped in Amon's monocle. After leaving the Land Abandoned by God, she spent most of her energy searching for traces of Zarath.
This unknown guy from the Fourth Age is the only lucky person who has successfully snatched a trait from her, who is said to be out of control, since the "God of Mystery" sealed the top of Honakis Mountain. He is also the one who knows the state of the "God of Mystery" best now.
one of several people.
After secretly swallowing several members of the Secret Order in succession, Amon was surprised to find that this recently promoted angel coincided with him, retaining a serial doppelgänger that relied on the characteristics of solidified historical projections.
After losing some strength, Amon finally found the castle called Dilan.
It was grafted and hidden in the original secret ruins of the Zarathul family in the Fourth Age. At the same time, the projection solidified by the pollution of Tianzun was also used to penetrate the power of the spiritual world, which was enough to compete with the power of the Sequence One Angel in a short time.
"Oh, it would be great if Pales was so careless." Amon recalled the old friend who had intimately communicated with him about the meaning of life, and shook his head with a gentle smile.
In the spherical pit, a large piece of crystal that looks like a heart floats in the air. Under the crystal surface, bubbles slowly rise up one after another as if they are hiding dreams, and then silently shatter when they touch the surface of the crystal wall.
Amon looked at this dreamy treasure, and with a turn of his right hand hidden under his long sleeve, the only light in the darkness disappeared in an instant.
The space blockade from the "Gate of Ten Thousand Gates" dissipated on its own. After only a second, the gray mist and the terrifying tentacles stained with green and black came through the thick stone wall again. The powerful gravity swept up the only target, the furious Zaratul It seems that he will devour this shameful thief in the next second.
A stream of light flashed across the monocle, and the black classical robe was replaced by an ordinary postman uniform. The clone of Amon, who was ruthlessly abandoned by the main body, glanced at the unappealing worm in front of him, curled his lips in disgust, and whispered. :
“Since we are already ‘faceless people’, why not make up for our inherent disadvantages?”
Blazing white light burst out in the darkness again, and this time the Son of the Creator did not escape. She stretched out her arms and lost herself in the afterglow of the old days that faded with her father.