Antigonus looked at Amon with a faint smile, and glanced at the corner of his mouth, pretending to cancel the historical projection.
"Hey, don't be in such a hurry. It's not too late to leave after you listen to my words."
Amon stole Antigonus' thoughts, and the monocle in the orbit of his right eye was stained with a layer of blue and black, fighting against the pollution from Antigonus's projection itself.
"Aren't you afraid that the Lord will come?"
Antigonus opened and closed his hands. Seeing that he could not return to consciousness for a short time, he simply walked to the window and looked at the scenery of Backlund that was completely different from any era she was familiar with.
"It's not like she hasn't looked for me before." Amon said nonchalantly, looking at Antigonus's back with interest, his smile becoming more playful.
Antigonus's expression suddenly became strange.
Has Amon met "Mystery"?
Her eyes passed over Amon, who had an uncertain smile, and she stared at the green-black mist lingering on her monocle, feeling confused for a moment.
Although the "God of Mysteries" stole her uniqueness and sequence-one characteristics, in a sense, it greatly reduced the pollution caused by the resurrection of the previous "Lord of Mysteries" in her body.
But after all, that person has not become the past, and Antigonus is still a dangerous carrier containing a large amount of direct contamination from the "Lord of Mysteries".
It is inherently dangerous for an angel like Amon who is on an adjacent path to pull her historical projection, not to mention the similarity in the pollution that plagues them both.
No... maybe the pollution of Amon by the "Lord of Mysteries" is not entirely a problem. As an extraordinary creature born to accommodate uniqueness, even if Amon was actually born from "God", it would be difficult to avoid "
The spiritual imprint of "Lord of Mysteries" remains in his bones.
From this point of view, if she has already met the Lord, and can still talk to herself calmly, without fear that these operations will attract the attention of the direct master of Source Castle, does this mean that she has...
"Your idea is very interesting." Amon tried to steal Antigonus's idea, but found that he was not hindered much.
"I thought you were willing to lock yourself on that hillock for so many years and had long since converted to 'Mystery' and become her loyal believer."
Antigonus opened his mouth, without any excuse, but looked away again.
"Okay, let's not waste any more time." Amon clapped his hands, "Although with the help of 'Paranoid' this time, 'Secret' has not noticed it yet, but this opportunity is probably only once."
Antigonus stood quietly, waiting for the next step.
"I accidentally learned about a very whimsical plan. As the angel who connected her destiny, you should know more than Roman and the others."
"Destiny?" Antigonus sneered, and his pale hands, unlike those of a living person, clasped together with all his strength.
"Then you should know that only if her purpose succeeds can I truly get back what belongs to me and my destiny."
"She and the night have controlled our lives. When I tried to accommodate the uniqueness of The Fool, I failed. Now do you think I still have the confidence to trust a being with a personality similar to mine to defeat her?"
Seeing Amon smiling and saying nothing, Antigonus didn't care and explained to himself:
"Perhaps Zhou Mingrui never thought about becoming the 'Lord of Mysteries' herself from the very beginning, otherwise she should have killed you, killed me and my sister earlier, and she should not have supported Bethel.
, to prevent her from roaming the stars."
"During the short period of time I tolerated uniqueness, I personally experienced the torture of being in close contact with the former 'Lord of Mysteries'. I don't believe that anyone can persist under that kind of erosion for so long."
"This wonderful experience made me even more convinced of the fact that as long as Origin Castle is still in the hands of that old guy, she will never allow you and me to become the 'Lord of Mysteries'. We are born mythical creatures, and we are resistant to extraordinary characteristics.
Zhong is inherently deficient in spiritual imprint. Compared to us, the one with more potential and better ability to show strength is Bethel."
"But Bethel went deep into the starry sky in Sequence Three. It's hard to tell when she was contaminated." Amon shook his head nonchalantly.
She pointed to the table and drew a circle on it.
"Anyway, Bethel must have been tainted by secrets before it could accommodate the uniqueness. We all knew this, but we all naively expected that the so-called 'fog of uncertainty' could protect the integrity of the 'Star Key'."
"After all, unlike other kings of angels, as the 'Lord of Mysteries' chosen for resurrection, we will definitely receive the warmest reception from the outer gods, and losing our uniqueness is equivalent to sentencing us to death in advance.
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Antigonus stared deeply at Amon with his iconic smile and said in a heavy tone:
"You and I both know the consequences. From now on, her plan may be the only way."
"We are in urgent need of a candidate who can avoid most of the pollution and can quickly master Source Castle."
"So Roman didn't lie to me. That guy really created a human clone?" Amon raised his eyebrows in interest.
Antigonus avoided her sarcastic gaze, raised the corners of his mouth, and hinted slightly.
"I know part of your confidence. The Creator's family problems may be very complicated, but you are the only one who has really concealed the truth."
"Didn't we all see what happened to the last guy who separated his humanity from his divinity?"
"Do you believe this?"
...
In the old small building where the Pulitzer Harbor Fishermen's Association is located.
Dorian Gray looked at the list in his hand and crossed out the names that were left blank.
There are also some small families that cannot be contacted.
Roberto and Sam lost news a few years ago, Richard died at the hands of the Aurora Order, and Hank recently joined the traitors in Jianhai County, and his descendants all chose to be 'Peepers'
'way......
Thinking of this, Dorian couldn't help but cover his face and bury his facial features in his hands, trying to block out the sounds from the outside world.
After a while, the old man with unusually broad shoulders took a deep breath and continued to pick up a pen and draw crosses on the notebook.
Fortunately, Lawrence had some minor health problems and put his move to Backlund on hold. Otherwise, it is difficult to say whether the Abraham family would have lost another precious Sequence Seven.
Dorian closed the notebook and walked out. Before his fingers touched the door handle, he saw a dull man with a face like a wax statue walking in.
The man stood under the doorframe, his robe embroidered with constellation patterns reflecting a little light.
"Mr. Dorian, you have entrusted me with the divination."
...
Outside the ruined city walls of the city-state in the land abandoned by God.
Colin examined the broken city wall that was half collapsed and half upright. His eyes kept moving on the towers on both sides of the edge, measuring the width and maximum coverage of the mist.
Unlike the main entrance, the streets at the back entrance of the city-state are full of pedestrians. Instead, it is too empty. Even if it is close to the gatehouse, it is difficult to see the outlines of the dead residents. Its architectural style is also different from the first half of the city-state, with the back half being more rough.
"Before the Lord took back his authority, this city-state was a city-state that believed in the ancient god Fregra."
Lovia swallowed some of the flesh and blood on her palm, and her knuckles that exposed the white bones recovered in an instant, and she took the initiative to speak.
Colin Yinliat glanced at Lovia and did not respond directly. He waited until his eyes swept across the entire city-state, then nodded and said:
"The architectural style in the second half of this place is indeed similar to a city-state that believed in Fregra that I once explored."
"Derrick, you take control of this pocket watch while I enter the city-state's back door to explore alone."
Colin suddenly turned to Derrick, handed over the silver in his palm, pulled out his two swords and walked towards the half-collapsed city gate filled with mist.
As we get closer to the city gate, the frequency of high-altitude lightning becomes less and less visible to the naked eye, and darkness gradually dominates the entire world.
Standing directly under the city gate, Colin looked back at the area where the lightning frequency was still there and where the other members of the team were, basically illuminated by silver, and continued towards the unknown in front of him.
Different from the previous changes when the mist dispersed and the field of vision broadened, this time Colin felt an indescribable terror as soon as he entered the ancient city.
Under this clear threat, he immediately raised his sword and looked over.
In the distance, a solitary bell tower stands above a group of bungalows, gathering the stars. A huge transparent barrier cuts off the left and right sides of the city. The right half is hazy, time stands still, and everything is as usual. However, in the left half of the city, most of the buildings are in decay.
The collapsed, wooden structure houses could not withstand the torture of time, leaving only a pile of rubble. At a glance, you can still see the yellowed white bones buried in the troubled times, as if they will turn into fly ash at the slightest touch.
This dilapidated scene is in line with Colin's impression of a destroyed city-state, but it is too quiet, strangely quiet, as if there are no monsters here, which is completely opposite to the weird right half. Although it has been destroyed, it remains unusual.
of safety.
Colin stood there silently, with spiritual warnings constantly sounding the alarm, but Colin, who had not felt any other danger for a long time, took a tentative step forward.
He held a long sword, stretched his hands on both sides like a crab, touched the ground with the long sword coated with different ointments, and moved forward slowly step by step.
Colin maintained this weird posture, calmly and calmly, and slowly leaned towards the ruins closest to him. He used the tip of his sword to peel away the gravel covering the bones, and a half-crushed corpse was gradually revealed.
came out.
He identified the lower body bones of the corpse, and his eyes instantly sank.
It was a pair of legs full of cavities, bent at the joints, resembling the inverted feet of some kind of monster.