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Chapter 30 Amon is on his way

The lightning forest hanging upside down in the sky was full of vitality. The Silver City exploration team shuttled through the ruins of the city-state, like ants that strayed into the city. In the dim light, they could only see a little outline of themselves. The thick gray fog completely deprived them of their vision. I don’t know.

Under the majestic aura coming from nowhere, the battle-experienced extraordinary person shrank, feeling that his soul was being dwarfed.

Colin could also feel this illusion. He even felt that if he really succumbed to this terrifying aura, he might really be assimilated into the low shape existing in the illusion and turned into a speck of dust in this city-state.

"Derrick, singing."

He took a heavy photo of Derrick beside him, and was surprised but found that this young man was actually different from his other companions. He could move freely in the gray fog and was not affected by the gray fog at all.

Derrick, who was reminded by his chief, instantly glowed with warm light, and his not-so-beautiful but powerful singing voice flowed into everyone's chest. Although it was at a lower level and not that useful, it was for the City of Silver.

The squad brings courage.

"Coming."

Lovia, who silently half-covered her ears, stared indifferently ahead. The huge silhouette of the Silver Knight appeared again, and the exaggerated broadsword and Colin burst into the dazzling morning light, breaking through the gradually thinning gray fog, and again in

Entering the edge of the other half of the city-state, it stopped.

The illusory black track split the gray and white. Lovia looked at the threads that seemed to emerge from endless heights and nodded slightly.

"Sure enough, these gray mist can show traces of spiritual threads."

Following her words, everyone in the exploration team looked up and opened their mouths.

Above their heads, dense black threads occupied the sky, connected to each of their joints, like strings controlling puppets, and they were controlled wooden puppets.

"keep going."

Colin checked the spiritual wall on the silver pocket watch again, and was the first to walk out of the shelter of the gray mist. He felt a great deal of relief on his shoulders.

He determined the direction, tapping the long sword in his left hand on the ground like a blind man's stick, and stopped on a pile of gravel.

Crash, the sword blade swiped, and with the sound of gravel falling to the ground, the hole previously opened by Colin and connected to the underground space was exposed, like a big mouth growing on the ground, wide open to the sky, waiting for the prey to be delivered by itself.

Come to your door.

"Enter one by one. If there is any abnormality, the remaining people will immediately run back to the camp along the gray fog."

The team members headed by Valier nodded solemnly. Colin looked around, and the sword in his hand was pointed at Derrick.

"you first."

Derrick couldn't help being stunned when he was suddenly called upon.

No matter what time it is, the chief is always the first in external exploration. This time he asked me to be the vanguard...

Derrick knew very well the reason for this, but he still swallowed unavoidably and silently recited Mr. Fool's honorable name in his heart before whispering:

"yes."

Light rose up around him and gathered on the surface of his body. He stood on the edge of the hollow. After realizing that he could not see any details even with the help of sunlight, he simply jumped down.

boom.

With a muffled sound, Derrick landed easily and kept his balance, stamped his feet, hesitated, then raised his wrist high, and a strong beam of sunlight burst out from the palm of his hand, illuminating the surrounding area.

The cave was not as deep as they thought, but the height did not contain a lake.

It has a Third Age aesthetic similar to other city-states, but what is different is that many of the patterns and decorations here are more complicated. In many places, Derrick doesn't know if it is his own illusion, but he actually has other Tarot meetings.

The relics from the outside world occasionally shown by members are somewhat similar, especially the time when Mr. "World" showed statues of outside gods!

Could it be that this city-state still has a way to communicate with the outside world...

"Derrick?"

The chief's shout from above interrupted Derrick's thinking. He suddenly came to his senses, shook his head, and after confirming that there was no danger around him, he shouted to above:

"You can come down."

Above the hollow, Colin turned his head and looked at Lovia. The "shepherd's" boy's eyes suddenly turned golden, and he nodded.

"He didn't lie."

Colin's tall body of more than two meters tall jumped into the hole immediately, followed by Valier, Joshua, and finally Lovia.

The elder took one last look at the bell tower, which had remained unscathed by time and eternal disasters, and at the mottled sculptures sitting inside the bell tower, before jumping down like his previous companions.

The traces of living people disappeared again, and the statue sitting inside the bell tower suddenly blinked, and the bright starlight burst out silently, sweeping across the entire city-state silently.

Contrary to what Colin and others had guessed, even the latter half of the city-state was covered by the starlight. The curtain of hypocrisy was briefly shattered. The monsters hiding in the shadows in the corners and the dead monsters on the ground had their flesh and blood surging rapidly on their surfaces.

The interior like a stone statue was exposed, and it quickly returned to its original state.

Everyone in the Silver City who was deep underground was completely unaware of everything on the surface. Only when the starlight extended past Derrick, the big boy who was observing the surroundings attentively suddenly felt a tingling pain in the back of his hand. He could hardly hold the sword, and the deep red color on the gray mist

Marks similar to stars appeared for a moment and then disappeared.

Just when Derrick was confused and frightened by this, the sculpture in the bell tower suddenly closed its eyes, as if it had never been weird before, but just like a dead thing.

...

"The scroller of the spiritual world and time and space."

"The reborn phoenix."

"A devoted pursuer in the twilight of the past."

"The great Roman Ambrosius."

In a nice guest room on the upper floor of the hotel, the spiritual wind blocked the surrounding area. The man whose hands and feet were tied slumped in a chair, his head hung low, and his whole body was kept from falling to the ground by the hemp rope around his waist.

A dim halo of light passed through the ceiling and descended from the sky. Dunn, who was half kneeling on the ground, raised his head and stared at the cloud-like halo with a mellow voice.

"Your Highness Ambrosius, I pray for your enlightenment and for you to let me enter this 'alien' spirit."

The halo of light shrank slightly, as if it was nodding rhythmically, and the light that contained all the colors of the starry sky suddenly spread and swept over Dunn, who was half-kneeling on the ground.

This light occupied Dunn's vision, and turned into dreamy platinum before completely occupying it. Bruce Wall's spirit suddenly rose up, and his eyes wandered towards Dunn, who was also floating on the ocean of soul.

Is this the ability of the "audience" of the Psychological Alchemy Society?

Although Dunn was curious, he did not forget his original intention. He paused and asked quickly:

"Are you from the Rose School?"

Bruce nodded blankly.

"yes."

"What's your purpose in coming to the Northern Continent?"

"escape......"

Escape? Dunn was stunned.

Although the countries of the Northern Continent have allocated a lot of troops to station in the Southern Continent, generally speaking, the real overlord of the Southern Continent is still the Rose School of thought, because they can receive almost unconditional support and do not need to worry too much about the gains and losses of interests. Just look at the Southern Continent.

Speaking of it, the Rose School of Thought headed by two angels is undoubtedly the largest force.

"Why are you fleeing?" Dunn felt vaguely that he might have made a mistake.

"The Indulgence Faction, Reinette Tinichole...after the death of Her Royal Highness, they are massacring the Temperance Faction. We must flee."

Dunn's question seemed to touch upon the issue that Bruce least wanted to recall. The numb and sluggish spirit suddenly had a distorted face, resisting the ubiquitous dreamy color, and hesitantly stated the reason.

"The Temperance sect...can you introduce me?" Unknowingly, Dunn didn't seem like he was being tortured by a psychic. Instead, he asked cautiously like he was talking on an equal footing.

"The Temperance Party..." Bruce's face became a little better and his tone of voice improved. "We believe in controlling desires. We believe that the body is the prison of the mind and the world is the prison of the body. Only with the help of desire can we one day get rid of the shackles of the soul.

prison, gain true salvation, and draw closer to our God.”

"The Bound God?" Dunn felt that the teachings of the Temperance Sect were very similar to the ascetics of the Orthodox Church, but when he heard the name of the Bound God, he couldn't help but frown.

"Yes." Bruce didn't say much, but the sadness emanating from the spirit body was still infected with a dreamy platinum color, and even the "ocean" under his feet became much darker.

Temperance and indulgence... Dunn chewed on the information he had just received and couldn't understand it for a while.

If there are two factions within the Rose School, and listening to Bruce’s description just now, the so-called Temperance School should also have an angel, then why on earth does it seem that almost only the indulgence followers are left in the Rose School now, and the Temperance School was massacred

,whose wish is it?

Is it a normal dispute of faith, or is it the intention of the Bound God himself?

He doesn't understand, just like he doesn't even understand the history of his country, so how can he talk about the hidden history of the sect in the southern continent.

After thinking for a long time, Dunn hesitated and said:

"Your Highness Ambrosius, can you contact Klein?"

On the other side of the ocean, Ambrosius, who was looking at me and me and looking at you, playing one-two-three with Amon, had a stiff expression, and was caught by the Son of God opposite.

Amon looked at his big brother, his smile became worse and worse, and he pressed the monocle in the orbit of his right eye.

Damn... The moment he was stared at by Amon, Ambrosius felt that his thoughts were being separated from his body, and even his fate was struggling, as if he would be dragged into the gap between time and law at any time.

Insect replacement.

Don't be so nervous... Amon was making such mouth movements, turning his wrists, and his eyes were filled with starlight.

She cleared her throat and said very kindly:

"Can."

Dunn, who was kneeling among the platinum gold, did not notice at all that "Ambrosius" had changed into a different person, and continued:

"I beg you to give me a way to contact Crane Moretti."

Amon raised his eyebrows with interest, suddenly covered the side of his lips, and said to Ambrosius opposite:

"Hey, tell me quickly, how to contact 'little uncle'?"

Ambrosius, who was unable to move, rolled his eyes at Amon with difficulty and remained silent.

"Then I can only steal it myself." Amon was not angry after being rejected, his smile remained the same, and he raised his palm.

"I don't know either." Seeing that Amon was really about to take action, Ambrosius suddenly looked away.

There are more important things in her mind that cannot be allowed to be browsed by Amon.

"You can pray to the Lord, or you can pray to the Lord with my destiny."

"Aren't you afraid that I won't come back?" Amon pretended to open his eyes in surprise.

Haha... Ambrosius smiled and did not answer, but the emotion in her eyes fully showed her attitude.

"Okay..." Amon didn't know what he was agreeing with, so he continued to talk to Dunn.

In the platinum ocean, Dunn, who was kneeling on one knee, suddenly regained his clarity in his eyes, completely unaware that the time he felt just now had been stopped, or stolen.

"I will pray to the Lord and hand it over to you."

...

The connection with Dunn was severed. Amon's fingers under the monocle tapped the edge of the glasses. Ambrosius moved slowly but firmly to the rhythm of the tapping, clasping the palms of his hands together.

"A fool who does not belong to this era..."

The crimson star corresponding to Ambrosius expanded above the gray fog, alarming the resting "Mystery".

She appeared at the top, looking up at the strange scene after the crimson stars spread, her face gloomy.

Seeing the miserable appearance of her dearest student being choked by a three-thousand-year-old naughty child, she almost picked up the lightning and blazing flames and threw them at the little guy.

Anyway, one of her fathers is crazy, and will definitely agree with her friends to discipline the younger ones, while the other one is like an AI robot, purely considering the problem from the most utilitarian perspective, and will not care about such trivial matters.

What, you said Amon has a father, a eldest father?

Don't be kidding, Tianzun himself is still fighting with "Mystery". When he sees "Mystery" teaching Amon a lesson, he will only secretly applaud. At the same time, he is trying to see if he can turn a simple education of a child into a life accident, and collect two unique copies.

Sex, resurrected in one fell swoop.

Of course, these "secrets" were also taken into consideration, and he slowly put down the palm that was about to move, took a deep breath to calm down, and said in an indifferent voice:

"Amon."

Amon listened to the voice that appeared in his and Ambrosius's heads and nodded respectfully.

"Hello, my respected...uncle."

"I would like to know the contact information of Crane Moretti."

The rich gray-white color overflowed from under Ambrosius' robe. Amon smiled and watched the green-black color emerge from under his skin. He endured the desire to gather and explained easily:

"No, no, it's different from what you think. I'm just conveying the request of another of your believers. I have no other intention."

"And you should trust my reason. Although I like taking risks, I don't like taking risks with my own life."

"You should also believe in my wisdom. Maybe I have seen through the true identity of Klein Moretti. Maybe I will not do anything stupid."

The "Secret" above the gray mist was silent. She raised her fingers and then lowered them. Finally, she pinched a piece of information and sent it to the spreading crimson stars.

"Crane Moretti is in Bayam at the moment. You can also pray to him and I will let him hear it."

As the Lord's voice disappeared, Ambrosius felt that freedom had returned to his side, and on the opposite side, Amon's figure had long since disappeared.

Obviously, this son of God is on his way.


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