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"Oh my God." Amon took a sip of the drink in his hand, "It's exciting. ”

He wandered through the horns of the Northern Continent, raising his head from time to time to notice the divine battle between the astral and spiritual realms above. From a bystander's point of view, this divine battle is so powerful that bricks fly, demons dance wildly, and visions are frequent and wonderful.

The sky was pitch black, it wasn't until six o'clock in the evening, and there was no one on the street, so the gas street lights in this small city were not turned on on time. Amon wanders the streets, a freshly squeezed juice drink from a shop. Although he couldn't see his face or clothes clearly, he could see the monocle on his right eye glittering, and he could also see a little smile that had been on his lips for many years.

When Leodro suddenly attacked and killed Helabergen to achieve the true god of the two paths, Amon sneered at the dog-eat-dog of the betrayers;

When the gods of war and death for self-preservation and to show their faces in front of the so-called creator, Amon's sneer turned to irony;

When the Medici and the god of steam and machines confronted the primordial witch and the hidden sage for the sake of Intis, Amon wanted to laugh a little, but he didn't want to laugh anymore, he felt that he was probably a little bored, from the position of the god war to the performance, Amon felt bored and bored.

It seems that it has always been like this, and all the extraordinary have been like this. They or they go after the people who are in front of them, but not for the faith and goodness that are praised, but to kill the people in front of them and make themselves go higher.

And the road is never-ending, as if from sequence 9 to sequence 0, from sequence 0 to the old days. In the end, you have no choice but to wait for you at first, to wake up in you, or to awaken in another god, and then refresh the world and start the next reincarnation.

It's like a dilemma, a dead end.

It was only at this time that Amon could feel more personally how superior his origin was - he fought the king of angels with the uniqueness from the beginning, skipping the weak troubles from the low sequence, avoiding the endless days of being hunted and hunted down and killing others, and directly playing with others in one step, and the only enemy was only the more hidden Parles Zoroaster.

Having an opponent who has not been chased for almost a thousand years may sound irritating to others, but Amon doesn't think so, Amon even enjoys it, and he is not in a hurry, after all, he still has no clue about the godhood ceremony.

Paris is like a toy that is stronger than everyone else, he doesn't sit still, he doesn't cry, he doesn't give up on himself, even if he is so weak that he is dying, he still insists on trying to survive, and even grabs a few of his own doppelgangers.

He always brings some new experiences and excitement to Amun, but it is a pity that he is the only one in the Zoroaster family.

Amon's life experience is like a joke from old days – the experience of a civilian player being a paying player. All the members of the Thief's Path, and even the unfortunate Extraordinary of the two adjacent Pathways, are Amun's life experience.

The sound of thunder and water continued, as if a nearby factory was draining, and Amon took a sip of the juice and thought of something else.

"The real creator is going to the Eastern Continent to control the Chaos Sea, and I can't go back during this time."

"It seems that He is ready to bear the name of His 'Creator......"

Occupy this stolen name.

Amon kicked off a pebble at his feet and continued to walk down the sidewalk.

He looked up and saw that the spirit world had begun to be chaotic because of the battle between the two gods, and if someone tried to travel through the spirit world now, or use the spirit world for divination, he would definitely fail. As you travel through the spiritual realm, you will find yourself traveling through the legendary underworld, where divination and prophecy will frantically appear with all kinds of distractions related to death and battle, and you will not be able to get a normal response.

The two worlds overlapped at this time, one was the mortal world, where the mortal trembled and hid in a shelter, or wherever he felt safe, waiting for disaster to strike; One is the world of gods, the gods seem to be fighting elsewhere, but in fact their every move is still closely related to the mortal world, and sometimes a little spiritual power is enough to produce a great disaster.

The two worlds overlapped in a strange way, seemingly out of reach, but yet as if they could be touched by reaching out with a hand.

"They're ...... Fighting wits and courage? ”

In just a few moments, Amun, who witnessed the deeds of the god of war against the water, wanted to laugh a little.

The picture in front of him made him a little familiar and a little unfamiliar, many true gods and angel kings besieged the strongest multi-way true gods, but at the beginning it was a desperate struggle, and now it is just a matter of standing and acting. But depending on the situation, the combination of these gods did not cause much harm to Leodro, and just because Sasriel betrayed the body, could the ancient creator be beaten to death by the gods, or even eaten by the gods?

The paranoid man said that it was not as simple as they thought, but Amun really did not know and did not want to know.

It's not interesting at all. Amon no longer went to see the god of war.

The kingdoms of Rune, Segall, Lemburg, and Marcy were already united by George III, and no one was allowed to enter or leave without the emperor's order, and even contact with the doppelgangers was restricted. Although Amon has the uniqueness to infiltrate under the unwitting management of the "thief", Amon feels that he does not need to do so, because it is purely risky.

If it's just for the thrill of the thrill, it's okay to let the clone dive in and have fun. But the problem is that the Kingdom of Rune now not only has a King of Angels with the "Black Emperor" path, but also a dual-path true god Leodro is there.

Provoking the Prince of Assassination is a small matter, and exposing himself to Leodro is a big matter.

Amon didn't think that the other party would let himself go in alive and come out alive.

Now, the battle in the astral plane was suddenly over, and it ended unexpectedly, and Amon hadn't seen enough. But in the spirit world, Salinger and the god of war are still pulling and fighting, and they have the potential to beat the entire spirit world to pieces. Their strength is almost dry, and their strength is indistinguishable, and now they are indeed murderous.

The control of the tributaries of the River of Eternal Darkness makes up for the Grim Reaper's lack of a Sequence One and the qualitative change in power brought about by becoming a god, but the "witcher" who restrains his two adjacent paths is not easy to mess with, and there is a tendency to turn the encounter into a protracted war.

Maybe we can see the birth of a two-way true God today? The world is so lively right now!

Amun's face smiled again, and he began to look forward to the end of this farce, which had nothing to do with him anyway. No creature doesn't like to eat melons, let alone this kind of on-site melons that taste delicious.

Then He brought the drink to his lips and prepared to take another sip.

Amon's movements suddenly stopped, and a puzzled expression appeared on his face.

He reached out and pinched his right eye socket, took off his monocle and put it back on, feeling his heart full of doubts.

"Who was playing me just now?"

"I can't influence him yet......"

Amon looked in the direction of the Kingdom of Rune again, his expression becoming very strange, as if he was trying to hold on to something. Thunder and lightning flashed in the sky in the distance, and Amon had to reluctantly turn around and continue to wander absentmindedly.

I'm not in a hurry. I wasn't in a hurry, he thought.

……

In an instant, the primordial witch who had already arrived in the Southern Continent suddenly stopped, and her delicate eyebrows were deeply twisted together.

"That's not right! If the mystery has returned...... Why is it with the Creator's camp? ”

He only realized now that he seemed to be overreacting, just now it seemed that his brain was rusty, he didn't think at all, and after seeing that the image of the Lord of Mystery and the aura of the Source Fort were not fake, he only thought about leaving quickly, and when he thought about it, this was not right at all!

"Someone has found Fort Source!" He suddenly realized, "The Lord of Mysteries is about to be born!" ”

"Now is the time to find such a man, and since he is on Medici's side, I should think about uprooting him!"

……

Crane left the source castle once again, yawned, opened his eyes, and took the warm tea from the valet.

Seeing that everyone around him was starting to either take out the bread they had brought or ask the servants to prepare the food, Klein also quipped to Richardson and Walter, "Is the afternoon tea over?" ”

"Yes, sir." Walter began, "It's almost dinner time. ”

According to Rune's upper-class dinner time, it means it's almost six o'clock now.

Usually, the maids will start preparing the corresponding ingredients to make delicious dishes according to the requirements of the employer, and then choose the wine to accompany the meal according to the requirements or the type of food, and also need to wait for the hosts to finish socializing and come back to change clothes, which is very normal. But now in the shelter it will not be so delicate, Klein saw that the middle-class friends around him just asked the servants to take out the bread and meat, some brought a small pot to fry it a little, and some just smeared the bread and meat slices with jam and ate them with tea.

- As the mastermind of this raid, Rune sent the evacuation notice relatively early, and it was also written that citizens might need to stay in the shelter for a while, so it is not very strange to bring a pot.

Klein coughed, just in time to see the unmalicious but somewhat teasing smile of Councillor Mahert's wife not far away, while Miss Hazel was standing beside her mother, waiting for the maid to prepare dinner, and keeping an eye on the movements.

When the evacuation notice was issued, Councillor Mahert was already working in Queens, and her father was not around, and as an extraordinary person, she subconsciously served as her mother's bodyguard in such an environment.

He smiled back a little embarrassedly, feeling that he had indeed slept a little too much this afternoon. Then he took off the thin blanket covering his body, stood up and moved his muscles. Considering that now Medici, the god of steam and the god of machines and the primordial witch seem to have come to an end, and there is a high probability that there will be nothing to do with him, Crane's mood relaxed a little, and said to his personal valet and butler:

"Walter, what food do we have?"

Of course, as a master, you don't have to think about everything, otherwise you have to do what the housekeeper and the servant do.

Walter bowed his head slightly and looked at the two wooden boxes at their feet: "Sir, we brought enough food for three people to eat for four days, a large amount of snack bread, some butter, a lot of meat, and a small amount of fruit, sorry, the evacuation was urgent, and we didn't bring alcohol." ”

Klein nodded indifferently: "Bread, sausages and cooked beef, tea is fine." ”

Richardson had already opened the box: "Okay. ”

With all that done, Klein sat back in his chair and waited peacefully for dinner to be served.

Only a handful of people in the shelter were using kitchen utensils, and they were all close to a fairly well-ventilated area to prevent the smell of coal from disturbing others — and with that number and decent ventilation, there should be no need to worry about excessive carbon monoxide levels.

There are also people who put meat near the kettle that is boiling water to heat, which is really inconvenient......

Klein sighed, seeing others frying meat, he remembered the pan in his small apartment where he lived alone, he used the coupon to buy a set of pots from the Internet, and it was not bad, after all, you can't always go to the restaurant when you are alone, it is better to save money by buying your own vegetables and cooking them yourself.

At first, it was difficult to eat, but over time the technique and taste improved.

Fortunately, I can cook myself, and I can occasionally reminisce about the taste of egg fried rice in today's world.

Then Klein remembered the induction cooker he bought when he was on sale in the supermarket, and the small electric pot that was occasionally used to cook porridge and mutton, and it was very comfortable to be alone at home in winter...... The complex smell of coal and food mixed with the tip of Klein's nose lingered, but his thoughts drifted farther and farther away, to his small, messy, but cozy little apartment, to the occasional phone calls from his parents.

Klein wrinkled his nose and quietly wiped his face and wiped back the sour feeling in his eyes.

There is no place in the world today where he can feel at ease and miss, and his sense of security can only be given by himself.

Therefore, he was more curious about the Republic of China world related to the Hidden Sage at the moment, at least it was closer to him, and the words and styles there were more familiar to him, more like his homeland. If he "travels" to a European country similar to the 18th ~ 19th century, but a Chinese era, at least he doesn't have to recall square words in English, and he doesn't have to miss sugar gourds and buns in bread.

He instinctively felt that the scene he saw was not accidental, it could be that the Hidden Sage was really transmitting this message, after all, the other party was a way related to information and data - but what was the purpose of transmitting this message?

"I can't figure out the answer...... Let's think about something else first. ”

Crane rubbed his brow and shifted his thoughts to another place.

"I played Amon and was so scared that the primordial witch left on the spot, and my sorcerer's potion was all digested because of this, uh, now it's really time to put the search for the main material of Sequence 3 on the agenda, who should I pray to first?"

"The true Creator says that after He leaves, it is best not to recite His name, but to ask the rest of the Aurora Society if there is something to do."

"Then I'll contact the Dark Sage later......"

Crane reached in his pocket and found a corresponding charm.

The spell is hard, but there is an inexplicable soft feeling when pinched, as if you are kneading a warm ball of flesh and blood.

Although there are no honorific names available in Sequence 4, the Dark Sage is a "Mystic Invoker", and there is a corresponding spell in the Aurora Society that allows members of other paths to join the special channel of the Mystic, and it just so happens that Facelings are also good at twisting flesh and blood. As long as you use this spell, you can temporarily gain the ability of the "Secret Prayer Man" to communicate through flesh and blood, and it is not a problem to contact the Dark Sage.

"It shouldn't be Amon who scared Chick away, right?"

Although the mythology of the Silver City calls Amon the "God of Mischief", Amun's essence is supposed to be the "Angel of Time", the king of angels on the path of "thieves". The Primordial Witch Chick is a true god no matter what, and a relatively active true god.

Not only did he change the name of Triss, preparing to use the other party as a divine descent container, but he also planned to use the Beckland Great Smog to do something. The King of Angels must not be able to scare away a true god, then it should be the combination of Source Fort + Amon that scared the original witch, and the combination of "Source Fort + Amon" must have reminded him of something, so that my "Sorcerer" potion was digested in an instant.

What does this combination represent?

Klein just felt that Amon must be more intimidating than himself, thinking that "it would be good to make Cheek stay for a second" before making this move, but he didn't expect it to have such a good effect.

Mr. Fool touched his chin and felt as if he had touched some core secret without noticing.

Then, a name popped into his head.

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun?"

"When the True Creator first met, he specifically asked me if there was anyone who called himself 'Heavenly Venerable' to talk to me......

“…… Let's just assume it...... Will Source Fort turn Amon into a Celestial Venerable? ”

"So what is Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun? Multiple Ways to True God? Or is it a multi-path true god who can fully control the Source Castle? So to be able to scare off a Loftus-Cheek? ”

Klein thought casually, and suddenly felt terrified:

"The True Creator has been helping me and planning everything for me, is it expecting me to become a Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun? Or is it to replace Him? ”

TBC

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Amon: I'm not in a hurry, I'm not in a hurry.

(End of chapter)