Lord of the Mysteries v6c10

Well done ... In the face of Amon's "praise", Klein tried to squeeze out a smile and responded politely:

"thank you."

Frankly speaking, he prefers to hear curses to "praise", which at least means he is close to success.

Of course, Klein suspects that even if he does escape, Amon will not be flustered. Judging from the character shown by this "prank god", he probably thinks that this is too interesting and exciting on the one hand, and on the other hand , he is unavoidably a little frustrated and disappointed and can't wait to enter the next round.

"It is a great progress to think of using the door to interfere with me." Amon smiled nonchalantly, "but don't you think I'll be in a relatively alert state when I open the door? Isn't it that easy to be accidentally affected? "

Klein wanted to think, seriously replied:

"I thought so at first, but then I felt that you should be able to grasp my state of mind and believe that I dare not take action when you open the door. At this time, a try may have a wonderful effect."

It is also a strategy to do it when others think you won't do it.

In his previous life, Klein had come into contact with a similar level of thinking game and was completely stunned.

"What if I thought of this layer too?" Amun smiled and pushed the bottom edge of the monocle with his knuckles.

At the same time, those still alive belonging to Klein took out the crystal monocle from the vanity one after another, put it on the right eye position, and looked at Klein uniformly.

This saw Klein's scalp tingling, and found that the secret accidentally broke off in an instant.

"Although there is progress, there is always some punishment for failure." Amon smiled and turned around and walked to the church.

As he stepped out, one secret couple after another smiled and fell stiffly, tearing Klein's soul and causing visible bulging and contraction of frontal vessels.

To endure this kind of pain, crane stood in situ, slow for a while before barely calm.

In this process, although he has been in the depths of darkness, he has neither been attacked by terrible monsters nor turned into a hidden state.

Amon did not know when he stole the secret power in this city-state. If I try to end myself, then even my thoughts will definitely be stolen ... I am still not prepared enough. I am not sure about Amon, and I have not taken into account what he stole before ... I really did not expect that he actually released the "day" stolen from the relics of the divine war ... what else did he steal in the past and store it in my body , I have no idea at all, I cannot make targeted preparations ... that monocle is a container for storing stolen things, and it is part of Amon itself? So, every time he "parasitic" can take out a monocle ... Klein rubbed his eminence, back into the church, looking at the door of the light amon, looks like casually asked:

"Why do you have so many monocles? Where do you usually put it?"

Amon caressed the right eye monocle, not very care to say with smile:

"Why don't you ask me why every member has eyes and where do you usually put them?"

"I see." Crane nodded suddenly.

Amon to look at the vortex has not calmed down light door, chatting said:

"I always feel that the essence of your action is a large-scale preparation, not an attempt.

"What little tricks did you do in the process just now?"

Crane consider for a moment, smile unchanged replied:

"guess."

"I do have some guesses, do you think I have guessed right?" Amon, holding the upper and lower edges of the monocle, asked with interest.

"Maybe, maybe not." Klein didn't give a definite answer at all. He walked to Amon's side and watched him stretch out his hand again and hold down the pale light door.

Above the light gate, the ripples were once again rippled, becoming more and more intense and exaggerated.

After more than ten seconds, ripples played up the surroundings, causing the light gate to expand by a factor of two.

Amon gave Klein a look and motioned him to move forward.

Klein instinctively looked back and looked around the church.

Outside the area illuminated by the light of the leather lantern, some special features left behind by the distorted monsters are shimmering-not all of them were extraordinary in their lifetime. After the original ordinary people are transformed into monsters, a large part of the power comes from darkness, depravity, does not belong to themselves, and no features can be separated out.

"Almost forgot." Amon, who followed him for a look, suddenly shook his head and laughed.

As soon as he spoke, the extraordinary features of the clouds floated up and poured themselves into him, merging into one with him, leaving only a small amount in place.

"Most of the people who voluntarily turn into monsters are" apprentices "who can enter the dark side of the city-state and their families." Amon withdrew his eyes and said casually.

Even if it is the special characteristics of similar channels, if it is "eaten" directly, there will be a problem, shouldn't it just jump to a higher level of similar channels? Can you still backwards compatibility? Klein look a little shocked , doubt asked:

"won't this accumulate madness?"

This is more than a problem of cumulative madness. Klein suspects that if he does this, he will be half mad directly.

"Others will." Amon smiled and smiled, "I won't."

What a Bug ... Klein couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Then, the distance between him and the light gate disappeared.

Subconsciously, he forgot the special features of the residual "death" path and entered the different light gates with amon.

The endless deep darkness and the wriggling linear light twisted and mixed together, giving Klein a sense of weightlessness.

Ten seconds later, he found himself and Amon appeared in a square, the yellow light of the leather lantern seemed to be blocked by invisible force, only reaching half of the original range.

Lightning flashed overhead to brighten the surroundings.

With the help of this lightning, Klein saw the incomplete statues erected around the square, with their hands tied behind their backs, their bodies wrapped with thorns and roses, or their shapes like mummies, giving people the intuitive feeling of "bondage".

"This was originally a city-state that believed in heterogeneous kings." Amon, like a qualified tour guide, introduced Klein to the "scenic spots." They are very interesting, usually temperate and quiet, just like bitter monks, but once they encounter prey or certain moments, they will burst into bloodthirsty desire to kill. As you can imagine, on the night of the full moon, this is a city full of werewolves. "

It seems that the original concept of xeno is also restrained ... Later, it was all distorted by the "mother tree of desire" ... Klein looked at it again with the help of a new round of lightning and asked thoughtfully:

"The image of a heterogeneous king is close to a mummy?"

"No, although he is an ugly and twisted man, he likes to entangle thorns and thorns and roses on himself." Amon hissed.

... Klein took this opportunity to ask a way:

"What kind of gods will your followers worship?

"In occult science, your symbol is clock plus 'worm of the hour'?"

Amon grabbed the chin way:

"Theoretically, all my followers are myself, so I don't need to bother to erect statues."

My followers are all myself ... fortunately, I now have daniz, the family member ... crane suddenly found himself and amon are quite similar in some ways.

Of course, I said that "my followers are myself" is a funny story. Amon said that "all my followers are myself" is thriller, and the style difference is quite big ... Klein finally made a self-mockery in his heart .

Amon walked on and continued.

"However, in my father's time, many people believed in me. Some of them started from the name of" angel of the hour "and used clock-related symbols to mold my idol. Some used crows covered with mysterious patterns as my image according to the name of "God of mischief" and some combined the two. "

Speaking of which, wearing a monocle amon suddenly side head, saw klein one eye, draw the outline of the corners of the mouth way:

"We are no more than three days away from our final destination."

That is to say, I have only three days left ... Klein nearly gasped, psychological pressure increased abruptly, making him have a feeling of nerve was crushed.

He has not yet determined what the real purpose of Amon's playing this game is, nor has he found any trace of what the other party is driving him to do, which means that he cannot grasp the key and find a real chance to get out of trouble.

The performance of Amon's doppelganger just now made him understand that if he is not really ready, he may not last ten seconds in front of him.

When his thoughts turned, Klein fell silent and followed Amon out of the square full of traces of destruction.

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Pedestrians were scarce and hurried in the streets. Bernadette, the "mysterious queen" with long chestnut hair, put his newspaper on the table in Pulitzer Harbor, where many houses were covered with fire.

The first page of the tassok newspaper published the heavy news of the king's assassination, and claimed that the assassin was from forsak or intis.

"This is not to prevent the disaster, also did not aggravate the disaster ..." Bernardine expression slightly dignified to himself.

She pondered for a moment, lifted the tablecloth, wrapped it up, and then let it stretch itself by loosening her fingers.

This time, the coffee cup, pen container, newspaper and other things in the tablecloth disappeared, and the silver candle and other ritual related items appeared.

Bernadette immediately held a ceremony to summon the messenger of german Sparrow.

As a partner, she thinks it is necessary to inquire about the other party's situation and see if there are any other things that need help in the future.

As soon as the ceremony was over, Renette Tinkle, with four blond heads and red eyes, wearing a heavy and complicated dress and nothing on her neck, stepped out of the swollen candle.

Bernadette's eyelids fluttered invisibly, then picked up a letter and a gold coin that had been prepared for a long time and handed it to the messenger.

Renette Tinkle grabbed the letter and the gold coin in one of her heads while the other heads looked at the "mysterious queen" for a few seconds.

He looked back into the void, but just as Bernadette was preparing to pack up the tablecloth, the messenger lady suddenly appeared again.

Two of his blond and red-eyed heads said in turn:

"He ..." "Missing ..."