"From the perspective of a born mythical creature, do you see my humanity?"
The fluffy gray-white gas inside the black robe hugged each other, relying on each other and turning into an unformed viscous mass.
The "mystery" that the body is gradually taking shape passes through the silver-white mask under the hood, and the gilded eyes occupy the hollow. Through the hollow, they stare at the bitterness at the corner of Amon's mouth that has no time to restrain, as if he is looking for something.
"Oh, you are even crazier than before." An unprecedented spiritual intuition warning sounded in his ears. Staring at the gold in "Mystery's" eyes, Amon's frozen smile faded a little.
"Perhaps this is just an inevitable stage. Your father was also faced with such a choice back then. If those uncontrollable factors hadn't occurred, maybe she would have succeeded."
The "mysterious" voice traveled from all directions in the still city, shuttling between the gaps in the tall buildings, accurately pouring into the ears of every Amon clone who was trying to break through the dream and find loopholes.
Amon, who still had a smile on his lips but his eyes shrank and condensed, took a deep breath and said with a fake smile.
"But I didn't see any bright spots of wisdom in the 'Hanged Man'. Instead, I saw never-ending madness and indelible pollution."
Thick mist rose from the ground, and the silver moon hanging in the sky was dyed crimson. Amon resisted the black and blue confusion in it. Dense bulges appeared on the surface of the classical robe, subsided and then disappeared, as if they were hidden in the bulges in the next second.
The beings below will take the opportunity to emerge, replace the Son of the Creator, and take control of the "wrong" authority.
"So I used another method, which was within the limits of the authority of the 'Lord of Mysteries', but also not only focused on the obvious window period created when using death to overturn everything."
"Rather than returning from history and using the characteristics of miracles to resurrect, I think it will be more effective to make a fuss about the promotion ceremony itself." The silver mask slowly disappeared, and the elf face that once belonged to Zhou Mingrui was indifferent to the attempts.
It failed, and the abnormality on the surface of the robe became more obvious.
"Amon, we are all familiar with each other's promotion rituals. If you think about it carefully, now that Bethel has been exiled to the starry sky, there is a situation that just meets the possibility of unifying the three rituals."
The dream projection made of gray mist seemed to be transformed into reality in the next second. Listening to the hysteria of the spiritual warning, Amon quietly listened to the "mysterious" words. After the other party finished speaking, he "tsk" like Medici.
One sound.
"You are indeed quite crazy,"
"Old guy, do you need me to remind you that even a born mythical creature like me has to face a lot of risks in my promotion? Have you forgotten the pollution on your body?"
Amon seemed to have given up struggling and disintegrated the clone on his own. The bulges that were constantly disappearing on the surface of the black classical robe lost their support and lost their direction for a moment. The weird embarrassment that had poured out stopped on the surface of the robe, and the smooth tentacles curled up together.
.
"Secret" spread his hands indifferently and responded with a smile.
"maybe."
She looked at Amon, whose work style was much more decisive than before, and her smile became much more genuine.
"But this is the world of adults. What you think is a crazy decision is sometimes my only choice."
"And compared to what I might lose and what I've already lost, no matter how crazy it is, it's just a choice until the results come out."
"Since there is a certain chance of success, why don't I take a gamble?"
"Amon, I remember that you have always liked this kind of game, right?"
Green and black crawled up his cheeks, and the twelve-linked insects were entangled with each other. There was not much expression on his squirming face. Amon's smile was slightly frozen, and his nearly collapsed body could not make any unnecessary movements.
She looked at the "secret" that had accompanied her for quite some time in her childhood, her eyes of unknown meaning fixed on that familiar yet unfamiliar face, she shook her head slightly, and sighed with a rather difficult smile:
"I still... prefer the feeling of certainty."
The green and black color completely swallowed up the light in the eyes of the Son of the Creator, and the body composed of tentacles and insects slowly squirmed.
The next second, blazing white light pierced out from the gaps in the smooth body, and dazzling daylight burst out, swallowing up this disgusting body in an instant.
"Secret" watched the change happening indifferently, and with a slight lift of a finger, the majestic heat of the day quickly gathered up without a chance to vent, and disappeared into the nothingness.
On the ground where the incomplete mythical creature originally stood, only a translucent insect remained. The twelve rings on the outer layer of its body shone with a charming dark gold, as if twisted time was attached to its surroundings.
The false dream built to imitate the gaps in history collapsed. The "mysterious" figure turned into a mist in the collapse of the city. It picked up the twelve-linked insects on the ground in the wind and affected the corresponding reality around it before disappearing completely.
Silver City, Derrick's home.
The candle engraved with "Childless Words" and "Twisted Thread" expanded several times, and a huge gray-white cumulus cloud covered most of the living room. After hearing the news, Colin rushed nearby with a mixture of surprise and shock in his eyes.
, exerting an indescribably powerful gravitational force.
Under its attraction, the monsters contained in the surrounding air and inhabiting the shadows, the silverfish in the wall, and the dark golden light and electricity flew backwards from all directions to the gray cumulus clouds, merging uniformly under its swallowing, and the twelve-link small
The insect has fully doubled in size.
The huge mist dissipated, as if it noticed the gaze of Colin who did not dare to step forward rashly. The twelve-linked insect lying quietly on the ground glowed with a hazy white light, and the surrounding light and shadow briefly distorted, turning into a circle of Colin.
Incomprehensibly delicate objects.
In the silent darkness, distant lightning flashed across the sky again and again, alternating between light and dark, illuminating and concealing Colin's profound face again and again.
A little aware of the powerful spirituality of the "Demon Hunter", Colin looked at Lovia and another elder who came from the dungeon, and looked into those calm gray eyes.
Lovia looked at the light blue pair that was almost the same as the corpse in the dungeon, nodded slightly, and gave her own answer, which was also inspired by the gods.
Under the witness of everyone, Colin finally moved.
He walked steadily toward the house, which was intact, as if he had experienced nothing. When he came out again, he found two unconscious bodies under his strong and strong hands.
The unconscious Derrick and the "hermit monk" who fainted a second before the "secret" came were placed on the ground. Colin looked at the precision instrument in his hand that was only as big as the palm of his hand, and his eyes followed the three meanings under the crystal cover.
The unexplained movement of the thin needle.
In the dark, a dull voice passed by on the wind, and she called this creation a watch.
...
Ahova County, suburb of Tingen.
Amon, who was dressed as a young gentleman and gave himself a fabricated identity as a young scholar visiting Huoyin University. The former owner of his actual parasitic body did indeed have such a purpose. Suddenly he turned his head.
The people around her who were talking to her also stopped and looked in one direction strangely, with eyes of different colors staring at the St. Selina Church in the distance, which was still under renovation.
"Sounds very interesting." Amon adjusted his crystal monocle and smiled a little reluctantly.
She clicked her tongue and shook her head, getting out of the strange stillness she had fallen into. Only one gentleman was completely ignorant and had not yet escaped from the strange situation where everyone suddenly stopped moving and stared at her in a rather scary way.
Amon sat imagelessly on the steps outside the door, listening to the desperate calls and screams of the men in the house, smiling.
Although he only lost a Sequence 4 clone and some accompanying low-Sequence characteristics, Amon knew that the situation had changed.
Combined with the information deceived from Roman, the current plan of "Secret" is undoubtedly very dangerous. She has almost blocked her future on the so-called human nature. If she is not careful, she may evolve into the "Lord of Secret"
"A situation that I would like to see - the weak human nature is drowned in the seedling stage, and the seriously polluted divine side that replaces it may become the perfect container for the return of the "Lord of Mysteries" at any time.
How about I try to throw the trait to 'Pure White' or 'Storm'?
Faced with the harsh reality, Amon legitimately considered whether to abandon his own characteristics and cut off his tail to save his life.
Without at least 90% certainty, she was unwilling to put her life on the gambling table.
But soon, she rejected her idea.
Well, although leaving the plural Sequence Two characteristics can completely meet my needs, 'Storm' and 'Pure White' may not necessarily understand the meaning behind my behavior. The uniqueness and Sequence One characteristics that I abandoned are almost equal to nothing.
Gave it to "Mystery".
Judging from her current state, it is difficult to guarantee that she will not swallow up the characteristics in advance, causing a catastrophe.
In other words, compared with the cruel current situation, her plan has a higher success rate?
The smile at the corner of Amon's mouth faded a bit, and he held the outer frame of the monocle with two fingers of his right hand, tightening and loosening it rhythmically.
Bethel was banished to the starry sky, Antigonus's life and death were unknown - even if he was alive, he would be disqualified from the card table. Sooner or later, little Zaratul became another insurance for the resurrection of the "Lord of Mysteries", Pales...
...Amon recalled the other "Insect of Time" who looked much older than him, but was actually a "kid", and his smile that had just faded a little brightened again.
Don't think about Palles.
She suddenly discovered that in the current competition for the throne of the "Lord of Mysteries", the final destination of Origin Castle, she seemed to be the only one who was qualified to compete with her cheap elders.
And if she fails or gives up, although she doesn't care whether the "Lord of Mysteries" who is likely to return will care about the humble reptiles on the ground, her father will definitely not return.
It is impossible for the original "Lord of Mysteries" to allow "God" to appear, even if she is not the original "God".
Thinking of this, Amon put his right hand on his chin, and his figure squatting on the steps with his knees in front of him became even more curled up. Viewed from the back, it looked like a bird with folded wings, hiding from the storm under the eaves, unwilling to spread its wings again.
Soaring crow.
My father will never come back, and "Mystery" will be replaced by that one. If the "Lord of Mystery" is not happy, I may have my characteristics taken back... Amon counts the things he may lose, and smiles first
completely disappeared from his face.
After a long time, she stretched her waist, yawned and stood up from the ground. Suddenly, she had a dreamy heart-shaped gem in her hand.
She looked at the characteristics of the "Miracle Master" that kept popping up bubbles, and the familiar smile crept back to the corners of her mouth little by little.
"Maybe it's not impossible to play more exciting games occasionally."
Although there was no evidence, she instinctively believed that the paranoid already knew about the "secret" plan, and she should probably take the initiative to discuss it with the paranoid.
Well, there is still a clone in the Land Abandoned by God, and "Mystery" does not retain enough power there... She looked in the direction of Tingen's cemetery, turned her palm, and saw the characteristics of "Miracle Master"
Return to nothingness.
After retrieving all the suspected extraordinary events that had occurred recently, and combining them with the action tracks left by Zaratul, Amon finally locked onto this city and Backlund, where Zaratul still stayed.
This city named Tingen had just experienced a divine descending ceremony about the true Creator a few months ago, which involved the defection of the bishop of the Church of the Night, and the level 0 sealed artifacts of the "spectator" path were also briefly
's stay here.
In Amon's eyes, these heavyweight elements almost indicate that this is another collaboration between the familiar yet unfamiliar combination of "Mystery", "Dark Night" and "Paranoia".
The only difference from before is probably that "Paranoid" has taken the place that originally belonged to his father.
"Okay, although it sounds a little crazy, the game seems to have begun." Amon retracted his gaze that stopped at the church steeple, smiled and turned back to the house.
The man's wailing cry of mental breakdown stopped abruptly, and the next second, the start button was pressed again in the still room, as if nothing had happened.
...
Thursday, Backlund, at the home of Hilbert Alucard.
Even though it was morning, Audrey still kept her agreement with Miss Yin Slant and came to the home of jewelry merchant Hilbert in advance.
Since joining the Psychological Alchemy Society, she has often visited the jewelry merchant on the pretext of participating in psychological discussions and afternoon tea on related topics. She has also followed Miss Yin Silant from time to time and completed some psychological research, such as the previous investigation of the crew of the Varyag.
psychological assessment.
After some systematic study, Audrey felt that her "Mind Reader" potion was almost digested. However, although she had exchanged the "Psychiatrist" formula from Mr. "Fool", she
You cannot directly exchange magic potions with the Psychological Alchemy Society. You can only raise them privately and work hard to make your sequence in the eyes of the Psychological Alchemy Society equal to the actual one.
"Good morning, Miss Audrey, I didn't expect you to come so early."
After waiting for a while, Audrey looked at the door of the living room with feeling, and saw Yin Silante, who had a baby face and a sweet smile, slowly walked in from the outside, holding a book with a gold cover in his hand.
It looks like a very precious large book.
The "psychiatrist" sat across from Audrey and placed the big book between the two of them. There was a hint of sincere congratulations in his formulaic sweet smile.
"Consultant Rambis has read your psychological analysis of the crew of the Varyag. He specifically praised your talent and wants to invite you to his afternoon tea this weekend. This is a rare opportunity."