I don't know when, a layer of ice has condensed on the ground in front of Amon, and the drifting fog has not completely dissipated, and there is a layer of white fog against the ground that just covers the ice, and the surface of the ice layer still has ripples flowing with the fog, as if it is in a semi-melted state, and it is not easy to be detected.

In normal times, Haven could still stabilize his body on the ice, but at this moment, it was the end of the strong crossbow, and he slipped unexpectedly. But his reaction was extremely fast, and he didn't give up the attack even when his body couldn't control it, and the short knife he held in both hands was still shining brightly, sweeping towards Amon's waist.

Amon bowed his body and pushed the staff just to block the knife, the blade shattered, the blade slid along the staff, and the tip of the knife had already pierced Amon's chest, even if it went one inch deeper, it could pierce the heart and kill Amon, but the battle ended at this time. Amun's staff also slammed down, hitting the back of Haven's head. The warrior was killed on the spot without even snorting, his dagger came out of his hand, and his upper body threw himself on Amon's leg. Amon was thrown to the ground by him and did not get up for half a day.

After a long time, Amon struggled to sit up and lifted Haven's body aside, the wounds on the back shoulder, chest, waist, and thigh no longer bleeding, but the pain in his heart. In the desperate fight just now, he finally won with the help of divine magic, and the only remaining weak mana made him only use his staff to perform the simplest divine magic.

Silently condensing a layer of ice on the ground, it was the old madman who first let Amon cultivate, he subdued Ma Qi in this way at the beginning, and when facing a powerful enemy today, it was still this hand that saved his life at the last moment.

Amon was so tired that he couldn't even stand up, and he didn't pay attention to the corpses and spilled things all over the field, so he sat quietly and closed his eyes to rest, and the violent wheezing gradually subsided. Schrödinger didn't know where he had gone, and never came back, and Amon sat there until dark, without opening his eyes or moving. Once he relaxed between life and death, he was exhausted and didn't even want to move.

After the sky was completely dark, Amon stretched out a hand and picked up the staff and erected it in front of him, and a soft white light quietly sprinkled on his body, this was the healing magic he had used to recondense the mana for most of the day. The wound that no longer bleeds actually healed slowly, but the painful feeling and the injury in his body did not heal, and he put down his staff weakly and began to practice the magic meditation practice every night.

...... Just when Amon and Vitru and others encountered, Julian, who was far away in the Channel City-State, couldn't help but shed a cold sweat. The high priest of the Temple of Isis had just checked Nero's private notes and found the one mentioned in his last words, and it became clear that the scroll that Nero had left behind for Amon was the legendary "Storm of Destruction"!

It is called a legend because it is almost impossible to make such scrolls, and few people have actually seen them, except in secret texts. It is a high-level scroll that can be unleashed with a mastery of mid-level divine arts, but "Storm of Destruction" is unlike any other scroll, and in order to activate it, it must be at the cost of the user's life, and its power is simply uncontrollable.

It took Nero several years and countless painstaking efforts to condense mana to succeed. Not to use it, but just to prove himself, he finally reached the pinnacle of scroll-making skills! Once unleashed, the Storm of Destruction would not only burn the user's life, but also destroy all life within its reach, and it was said that even the gods would be severely damaged.

Julian thought of a possibility—if Amon hadn't told the truth, and the three scrolls that Nero had left alone, then Storm of Destruction would be the last option when his life was threatened and he was going to die with his enemies. If Amon really used this scroll, of course he would be dead, and Vitru, Haven and the others would not want to come back.

If this is the case, the operation is not worth the loss, and the captain of the guard and his henchmen have disappeared inexplicably, and Julian does not know how to explain it.

Julian could only secretly ask the gods to bless him, and Amon did not use the scroll, either he was not a magician, or Vitru and the others did not give him a chance to use the scroll at all. Julian thought for a moment that even if Amon was a magician, he might not be able to have a mid-level achievement, and his worries were unnecessary, so he smiled self-deprecatingly and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

...... When Julian, who was in the city-state of the headland, broke out in a cold sweat, a young girl in a large boat in the Ronnie Kamigawa also showed a surprised look.

This magnificent ship was made of cedar wood, with its end and end curled like a crescent moon, and its hull was painted a beautiful pale gold with precious tree lacquer, and it was also engraved with the Aeju Divine Script and various intricate magic arrays. In addition to the ships below deck, the ship building on the deck is three stories high, and the decoration is luxurious, mysterious and solemn. It is the ship of the Holy Maiden of Isis, who rules the temple of Eju and represents the divine power of Eju under the control of the pharaoh.

Twice a year, the sacrifice to the Ronnie Kamigawa is presided over by the Holy Lady of Isis on behalf of the Pharaoh. This ritual is actually to throw herds of cattle and sheep into the Ronnie River to feed the crocodiles, but it symbolizes the sacrifice to Osiris, the god of the Eternal Hades and the protector of the Ronnie River, so it is very important and the scene is very grand.

The presence of the Holy Maiden was merely a presiding meeting, and the priests led the people on the banks to throw the slaughtered and prescribed number of cattle and sheep into the river. Swarms of crocodiles swam over for food, opening their bloody jaws and tearing at them with their sharp fangs. This terrifying scene made thousands of people have a deep awe for the gods in their hearts.

Mary sat on a high platform far from the shore with a staff in her hand, wearing a golden crown, and she did not want to see the scene by the river, but silently prayed to the goddess Isis in her heart. If it had been a few years ago, this weak and pure girl would never have dreamed that she would preside over such a ceremony, but now, as the patron saint of the temple of Isis, she has no choice but to give everything to the gods.

After the ceremony, the Holy Maiden boarded the ship and sailed off the shore, where she was to patrol the river Ronnie on behalf of the goddess Isis. Thousands of people still knelt on the shore and worshipped the top of the holy woman's boat until the ship disappeared from the sky.

As the boat flowed down the river, Maria sat on the balcony on the third floor of the ship's building, looking at the mighty water and wondering what to think. Gabriel stood beside her with a sword hanging from her waist, and on either side of the deck below, the retinue of the Holy Maiden were sprinkling into the river all kinds of prepared sacrifices, dough and various monsters kneaded with mutton fat, symbolizing the legendary story of Osiris who slew the monsters and protected the people of Egypt.

At this moment, the tears of the gods embedded in the staff of the Holy Maiden suddenly shone with a golden light and shone on Maria's face. Gabriel's colored armor also reflected a faint golden glow.

Gabriel was slightly stunned and asked in a low voice, "Lord Saintess, what are you doing here?"

Maria frowned slightly and said, "I didn't do anything and didn't perform any magic spells, this was the spontaneous induction of the tears of the gods, and it actually affected my mana." ”

Gabriel asked, puzzled, "What is going on, how can the Tears of the Gods have a spontaneous induction? I have never seen such a thing in your side for so long." ”

The Tears of the Gods glowed golden for a moment, and then returned to normal, and Mary looked at the staff and thought, "I have never seen it either, but it is recorded in ancient texts that it is said to be the guidance and summoning of the gods, and symbolizes some kind of metaphor - the arrival of the gods or messengers of the gods. ”

Gabriel was amazed, "Your Excellency, you are so calm, and you are so calm when such a legendary miracle has occurred?"

Mary smiled slightly, "My great warrior, the Holy Maiden of the patron saints, should not be confused or surprised by the miracle, my heart is shaking beyond your imagination, but I have learned how not to reveal it." I really sensed it just now, and there seemed to be a silent call somewhere. ”

It has been more than two years since the town of Kaiduk, Maria is eighteen years old this year, her body is more mature than at the beginning, and her facial features have not changed much, and she can still be recognized at a glance. But almost no one who saw her would ever think of Ai Ko back then, and the girl in front of her was already the patron saint of the Temple of Isis, and there was an indescribable solemn and solemn aura around her.

Her eyes were clear and quiet, with silent compassion, and under her gaze, it was inexplicably felt that this was the gods watching, and she was often ashamed of herself and did not dare to look at it. This is a change in temperament, and it is also the implication of the heart, but it always carries the shadow of the girl Ai Ko back then, but not everyone can see it.

Gabriel asked, "Where did the summoning induction come from?"

Mary stretched out her hand and pointed downstream: "Far away from us." ”

...... Unbeknownst to Maria, the Tears of the Gods on her staff were suddenly glowing with golden light, and Amon was swinging his bones with all his might, and the Tears of the Gods were struck in Vitru's face through the magic shield. Amon didn't know that Mary was coming down the Ronnie River in a boat, approaching where he was.

...... The next morning, at dawn, Amon finally stood up with his staff in hand. He heard a buzzing sound, and a lot of flies fluttered their wings and landed on the wounded corpses. There were also two wild dogs tearing Obama's body, and they were alarmed by Amon and ran into the mountains and forests very unwillingly.

Amon sighed softly as he looked at the corpse of Haven in front of him, the warrior almost killed him, but in the end he died at his hands. To date, he was by far the most feared and respectable opponent Amon had ever faced, but it was not clear what his name was. If Haven hadn't attacked Amon at the last moment, he would have escaped.

Perhaps thinking that Amon was no match at all, or perhaps because he had to complete the mission, Haven eventually died there. Amon didn't want his body to be eaten by wild dogs, and with a wave of his staff, a fireball fell, spreading the flames around Haven and burning him to ashes.

Amon thought about it, and decided to incinerate all the corpses, these people had all been killed by him, all the grudges had been settled, there was no need to expose them to the wilderness, and Amon didn't want to leave traces of this great war. Before the cremation, Amon had not forgotten to search for the relics of these people, because his belongings were scattered all over the corpses.

There are some sacred stones and coins, as well as weapons and staffs, the most precious staff is of course Obama's, and Vitru's staff is also good. Two scrolls were found on Vitru's body, and one scroll was also left in the ashes of Haven's incinerated body. But the most important relics are two, both of which were obtained from Vitru's arms.

The first thing was a divine stone inlaid with the base of the magic array, which looked like a beautiful lamp, and Amon actually recognized it! The old madman's message taught him how to make various magic artifacts, including the "Lamp of the Dead". If it was very difficult for Amon to collect the materials on his own, and he didn't know how many times he would have to fail to make it, today he got a precious finished product. He knew the use and purpose of this artifact, and he fully understood why he couldn't get rid of it.

The second thing was a letter, sealed in a cowhide case and magically treated. If the person who received the letter could not untie the magic array on the envelope, the letter inside would be destroyed when the envelope was opened, and naturally nothing could be seen. But this did not bother Amun, and he opened the letter intact. The contents of the letter are written in the Aeju script, which is incomprehensible to ordinary people. But Amon could read the words.

The letter was written by Julian to Burke, another high priest of the temple of Isis, and Amon gasped when he read it, and the letter actually mentioned the people he knew well, the Holy Maiden Mary and the great warrior Gabriel, and there were hidden secrets that he had not known before.

Julian conspired with Bourke to get Maria to re-order him to be transferred from the Strait City-State back to Monfilth in the name of urgency. Gabriel was also mentioned in the letter, saying that the saint was young and ignorant, and that Gabriel was helping in many things, and that he should find a way to transfer Gabriel out of the temple so that she would not have a chance to return. Julian recommended his own guard, Haven, saying that the warrior had a good chance of being promoted to the rank of Grand Samurai and could take the place left by Gabriel.

Amon originally only knew that Echo had become the holy woman of the temple of Isis, but now he realized that the high priest of the temple of Isis had other selfish intentions, and it seemed that he was not willing to give up all his strength, and only wanted the holy woman to be a puppet symbolizing his surname, and even had an attempt to kill Gabriel. It seems that Gabriel is now the most respected assistant by the saint's side, and the saint's assistant should have been the high priest, so presumably Echo's life will not be very comfortable.

Amon watched for a long time, and he had just gotten rid of the threat of death, and he began to worry about Ai Ko again. Anyway, his destination is Monfils, and he must try to give this letter to Echo so that she can be prepared and prepared. In Amun's mind, although Echo-Maria had become the saint of the temple of Isis, she would always be the weak and pure maiden for him.

Amon didn't know why he had gone to Monfils, so that he could see the famous capital of Eju on his way to the mainland?

When he first walked out of the mountains and faced a strange and unknown world, his first stop was to find Medanzo in the capital of King Baron, the second stop was to return Nero's staff to the city-state of the headland, and the third stop was the land of concern in his heart. Although she is a saint who is above all peoples, Amon has to see it for herself, and her heart can only let go, even if it is just to see her from afar.

Seeing this letter, Amon realized that he had come to the right place, could it be that there was really a call and guidance from the gods in the underworld?

Amon carefully put away the letters, put everything he was to take with him into his bones, and set fire to the corpses and relics. He himself changed into a new set of clothes from Tashung, and threw the old bloodstained and tattered clothes into the fire. Flames and smoke rose, and everything that happened here was dispersed by the wind.

After only a night's rest, Amon was far from recovering, and he was almost unable to pick the bone up from the ground, and with great difficulty it put it in the pocket of his clothes and hid it under his ribs.

Amon even put the staff of iron branches into his bones, broke a real branch in his hand, and staggered out of the valley. As the sun rose over the treetops, he finally came to the rushing Ronnie River, and walked south upstream, where the nearest ferry was located, and there was still a long way to go.

The sun was not very hot, but Amon gradually sweated, covered in sweat, and his breathing became more and more rapid, until he was out of breath. He felt dizzy, nauseous, his body was weak, his eyes were black, there were always dots of light flashing in his vision, his steps were getting heavier and heavier and he couldn't even lift up, and with every step, the footprints dragged on the river beach for a long time, and he could barely stand firm by holding on to the branches.

Amon had this feeling before, the last time was before he met the brothers Abel and Cain on the outskirts of the city-state of Uruk, when he had used up too much mana. And this time it was not only mana that was consumed, but also physical strength and energy that had exceeded the limit of what he could bear, plus he was injured and lost too much blood, so he couldn't hold on anymore at the moment.

Last night's short rest did not relieve him, but only forced the injury. He knew very well that he had to find a populated place quickly, otherwise he would faint in the wilderness without the ability to protect himself, and he would only be dead. That's why Amon fought hard at dawn and packed up the battlefield and walked to the ferry, but the injury flared up again at this time, and it came unusually violently beyond the original expectations.

I don't know how far the ferry is, I can't see a single figure around, this desolate river beach seems to be endlessly long, a young man's stubborn and lonely figure walks slowly, his steps are getting heavier and heavier, and with each additional step, the branch in his hand is inserted a little deeper in the soil. Finally, he heard a "click", the branch broke, and he fell to the ground.

Amon tried his best to get up, but in the end he just turned over and lay on his back on the river beach, and even his eyelids became as heavy as two mountains, and he finally opened his eyes, just in time for the sunlight to come. The light in front of him flickered and pierced, as if there were countless transparent flying mosquitoes fluttering, and the soil under him seemed to exude a strange fishy smell, which made his consciousness tremble for a while.

(To be continued)