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Playing Amon is a thing like this, once born and twice cooked.

Klein placed the monocle on his right eye and repositioned it a few times, turning his head casually as if admiring the scenery outside the window.

The long line of passers-by who wanted to tell the divination in front of them slowly moved forward, and the carriage finally found a gap, and squeezed forward with difficulty following the other cars.

And Crane kept an Amun-like smile, locking the sweat tightly under his skin, pretending to be disapproving, for fear that he would notice that something was wrong with one negligence.

Amon's clone will deliberately seek out things to pursue excitement, and may not really care about being killed by the adjacent path sequence one, but he cares!

Who knows if he can be resurrected if he is secretly puppeted?

And this is Zarathu, who has had the experience of Sequence 2 "Miracle Master", Klein doesn't think that the other party will not know the resurrection request of the Miracle Master, as long as he responds to prevent him from resurrection, he will be planted directly.

Even if Zarathu lowered his head, as if he had been deceived by himself, Klein still didn't dare to be careless. Using the act of taking out his pocket watch as a disguise, he grabbed the two charms of the Aurora Society hidden in the inner pocket of his coat, and began to recite the name of the Red Angel in his heart, hoping to be quickly put into the "War Red" psychic link by Medici.

As soon as the spell is issued, Zaratul will immediately recognize himself as the guy who owns the Source Fort, and his identity will be revealed. But he is facing the first sequence, and it is so dangerous that he needs to gamble and use a spell to protect himself, so why don't you expose it?

As the carriage entered the long line, Klein suddenly knocked on the door panel in his hand.

Klein's heartbeat seemed to pause for a moment, he smiled and glanced to the side, only to see a young man outside the window looking in from the car window with his head tilted, his movements were abnormal, and his demeanor also had a cunning and old-fashioned feeling that was extremely inconsistent with his age.

Oops...... Klein only felt that his scalp exploded, even playing Amon could not completely make Zarathu relax his vigilance against him, after all, the "Amon" who appeared here was just a demigod, and the real angel and body could not appear under the nose of the god of thunder at all!

There is no need for Zaratu to be afraid of him at all, and there is no need to turn a blind eye in order not to entangle with the body, the other party can directly remove all the surrounding Amon and harvest a large handful of "Time Worms"!

The young passer-by and Crane looked at each other for two seconds, and then suddenly laughed in a low voice:

"Why don't you parasitize this person?"

The young passer-by, who had become Zarathu's secret puppet, followed the carriage and looked at Crane's coachman: "Even this is not a doppelganger. ”

Sure enough, even if I pretend to be Amon, I can't completely let Zarathu let me go, but if I don't pretend to be Amon, I'll already be a secret puppet!

From the throat of the secret puppet came the old treacherous voice that Klein had heard, the real Zarathu:

"You're not Amon, hehe......"

At the moment when Zarathu said, "Even this is not a doppelganger", Klein suddenly felt chills all over his body, his limbs stiffened, he suddenly clenched the charm in the inner pocket of his clothes, and said in a loud voice in the ancient giant language:

"Invalid!"

In an instant, the black spirit thread that had already reached the hand of the old man who was setting up the stall suddenly retracted, and Crane's spirit thread broke away from his control and circled around Crane, just like Zarathu in the secret town!

Zaratul laughed unsurprisingly, reached out and brought a set of tarot cards selected by the guest to the front of him, and interpreted it for the guest:

"What you want to scry is the progress of what is going to happen at the moment, this is your choice, the third set of cards ......"

The old angel turned over the first of the three cards, and laughed unhurriedly in the anxious, expectant, and skeptical gazes of his guests:

"Oh, that's not good, your first card is ...... The right position of the Grim Reaper. ”

He smiled and showed the cards to the guests, only to see the skull's palm holding a withering flower.

The spell turned into a golden flame and burned, instantly dispelling the stiffness and coldness on Crane's body, but Crane felt that the world around him seemed to suddenly become extremely far away from him, and the dark fog had been shrouded around him for some time, and a heavy sense of history came to his face - the carriage disappeared, the coachman and his secret puppet were nowhere to be found, and he was brought into the fog of history by Zarathu!

He has just been promoted to Sequence 3, and in terms of authority, he simply cannot compete with Zarathu, who is a part of history itself!

Zarathu could have turned everyone around him into a secret puppet, but instead of doing so, he chose to take a little trouble and cut me off from the real world...... He didn't want to, he didn't dare to do anything in Beckland, not even if it was just to convert a dozen people.

Klein immediately understood.

The oppressive power of the laws of the outside world seems to be strong against Zarathu, and the gods turn a blind eye to the matter of fighting for the source fort, but if he does not want to affect reality on a large scale and attract the dislike of George III and the god of thunder, he can only act in the fog of history.

The golden flame on his hand burned.

At the time of making this spell, the True Creator was still a dual-path true god, so this spell could only use true god-level abilities twice.

The Fog of History...... Fortunately, I'm part of history!

A glittering shard floated towards Klein, revealing an even older Trier.

A building hidden in history appears in front of Crane, the secret puppet comes to life, talking and laughing with the living, treacherous spells are everywhere, and a huge lake is home to a few mermaids. Many people dress up as clowns and magicians, as if they were having a grand masquerade ball.

The fragment was getting closer and closer to Crane, and in an instant, the secret puppets, magicians, ancient scholars, and even Zarathu, who was still a miracle master hidden in the deepest part, all turned their heads towards him!

The Esoteric Order of the Fifth Age!

It was the tantric order in its heyday before Zarathu went crazy because of the promotion sequence!

Crane quickly moved back, but the historical projections in the fragments moved in unison, and Crane's spirit thread twisted violently like leaves in a storm, stretched, twisted, attracted, and flew into the hands of those "soothsayers"!

Zarathu knew that I was a dependant of the true Creator, and he did not dare to take me to the Third or Quaternary, to prevent my spell from being linked to the historical images of the True Creator...... And the Fifth Age, before I came, I had no connection to this world......

But this ...... Time...... I still have a ...... Individual...... Can......

Crane's mind slowly became sluggish, and it was already an indescribable miracle that he was able to barely manage two seconds under the pressure of an angel and several demigods under the protection of "ineffectiveness". He grappled the golden flame in his hand, and his voice seemed to rust:

"Yes...... Effect! ”

In the last less than a second, Klein's right hand made a grasping motion, his muscles suddenly tensed, and a brown-skinned middle-aged man dressed in ancient clothes like a medieval aristocrat appeared in front of him, and the summoning of the projection of history was a success!

The facial features of the historical projection are soft, and there is a small black mole under the right ear.

It's Azik Eggers in the Fifth Age, or the "first Baron Rumder"!

As soon as he appeared, Crane felt another cold aura begin to compete with the historical soothsayers, which effectively relieved his mystical body, allowing his mind to slowly return to normal, but also quickly causing his vitality to begin to decrease.

At this time, Azik Eggers can't be said to be familiar with him, it has nothing to do with it!

And Mr. Azik only has Sequence 2, so I'm afraid he can't intervene in the historical fog of Zarathu in Sequence 1.

With an indifferent gaze and a cold expression, Azk Eggers, the "first Baron of Ramder" dressed as an ancient Ruen nobleman, glanced around, and his body suddenly swelled, turning into a giant snake covering the sky above the mausoleum.

The serpent was both illusory and real, seemingly made up of things beyond human comprehension, covered in huge black scales, with white feathers growing out of the cracks, each with a strange symbol of a different shape on each scale, which would make people rot and turn into living corpses even if they were seen just by sight.

This is the Quetzalcoatl God in the myths and legends of the Southern Continent, with pale flames burning in his eye sockets and a pair of exaggerated and thick wings spread out behind his back.

With the sound of the wind, the feathered serpent entrenched in mid-air leaned forward and opened its mouth to spit out a pale flame that was more than enough to completely cover the entire Esoteric Order's building.

…… Mr. Azik's historical pore image is certainly much weaker than it was original, but it also has such power...... He is worthy of being the son of the Grim Reaper, the consul of the Byron Empire...... Although Klein went to the sea to do summoning experiments, and had previously entrusted the other party to seal the space at Rose Song Manor, he still didn't expect that the Azk projection that had entered the state would be so strong.

At this time, Zarathu, who was hidden in the deepest part of this historical image, did not know what to do, and the pale flames that rushed like a tide disappeared.

Crane didn't dare to delay, and ran deeper into history, limping with the last true Creator in his hand. He was going to run deeper into history, to the Quaternary, to borrow the power of the true Creator of that time!

Suddenly, his breath faltered, and he reached out and scratched his throat so hard that the charm nearly slipped through his fingers, and his eyeballs rolled uncontrollably.

It was as if a hand grabbed him by the collar from behind and grabbed him by the throat and mouth, intent on lifting him up.

Crane's brain was blank for a moment, and he didn't even have time to make a thought, and the next moment, a fragment of history approached him, and an arm wrapped in black armor grabbed Klein, who was about to be mysteriously transformed in less than two seconds, and the blazing white flames suddenly burned to his body!

Zaratul's hand shook and retracted as if it had been burned by a candle, losing control of Crane's spirit thread.

Crane's eyes were straight, and it took a full second for him to gasp for breath like a dying man, and the hunters in the psychic link seemed to be noisily discussing what to eat for lunch, while Medici, a fragment of history, stood under the inverted cross of a black church and waved at him.

The Medici of history has a bright eye, red hair, and has never been humiliated by death and thousands of years of captivity.

Temporarily conscious through Crane's occult connections, he moved his muscles twice, reached out and grabbed it, and the flowing flames formed a dazzling sword. Seeing that the situation was not good, Zarathu immediately controlled this fragment of history to stay away, they had worked together in Solomon's First Empire and the Second Empire for hundreds of years, even if this king of angels at that time could only exert two percent of his strength, it was not the only one in history that he could resist in sequence two!

"How to get out?!" Crane yelled at Medici.

"I don't know, I'm not a soothsayer!"

Medici shouted at him as well, then drew his sword and stabbed Zarathu two thousand years apart!

The "miracle master" Zarathu in the historical projection widened his eyes, and the blazing white flames and sword light came to him in an instant with the momentum of separating the sea and the sky! With a single sword, the entire history of ancient scholars, miracle masters, and the area where the tantric order is located were burned to the ground.

At the same time, Medici's eyes gradually became dull, and the historical projection slowly returned to the inverted cross, praying without saying a word.

Two pieces of history ended their struggle at the same time, and Crane's surroundings were pitch black.

At this moment, tiny flames of streamers rushed out of the dark mist.

Crane turned his head, only to see the dogs of Fugen huddle up to him, biting his clothes with their flaming mouths, arching his legs and back, and motioning for Crane to follow them.

……

In the real world, Zarathu's expression changed slightly, and he had just told the guest about the first card.

“…… Look at this card, everywhere the Grim Reaper goes, it's all devastated and it seems like it's dead and lifeless. But this card isn't all that negative, and it hides the meaning of 'start over'. Things may not be going well for you at the moment, but there is a silver lining. ”

The guest, who looked like a government employee, frowned and said suspiciously:

"I've heard the same thing, is this the cliché of your soothsayers? Even if I just lost a pen in the office, I can feel that things are not going well. ”

"Hehe, divination is just a foreshadowing, the answer is in your heart." Zarathu said the riddle as he turned over the second card.

The Wheel of Fortune is in position.

"Ulorius......" Zarathu whispered in a voice that only he could hear, the expression on his face was slightly regretful, he did not let the government employee see the change in his expression, and said in a normal tone, even with a hint of envy:

"You're going to be unexpectedly smooth."

The government employees didn't speak, but their expressions became better, and everyone liked to listen to positive things.

Zarathu waited no longer and turned over the last card.

The positive position of the Holy Grail 9.

"......" Zarathu fell silent, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, his tone and expression becoming a little heavy, so that the government employee wondered if he had drawn a bad card.

"This card represents fulfillment, wish fulfillment."

Zaratul looked at him calmly, stretched out his finger, and pointed on the card: "The person on the card holds his hands high and shows satisfaction, because he has achieved what he wants, his wish has come true, or his dream has come true, to sum up, you have a good luck, although there will be difficulties and troubles at the moment, but as long as you get through it, you can get a turn......"

The government employee listened with satisfaction, and while taking out the honorarium of 5 pence, he complained with some unfinished feelings:

"It feels like it's just a cliché."

"Perhaps." Zarathu replied casually. He closed his eyes slightly, and his expression became a little unsightly, "He will fulfill his wishes...... What is his desire...... No, it should be said that whatever it is, he will achieve it? ”

He was silent for a moment, and when the next guest sat down, he was still staring at the three cards in front of him, and after a few seconds, he reached out and expertly shuffled the cards, then pulled one out of it and placed it behind the Holy Grail 9.

The Emperor's Reversal!

……

"Soon, I seem to be able to interact with the real world again."

Crane, who was surrounded by the dogs of Fugen and walked in a certain direction of the fog of history, was overjoyed, and vaguely felt the spirit thread of the secret puppet Enyoni. At this moment, there was a sudden soft noise behind him.

It's like the sound of someone's feet hitting the ground.

The dogs of Fogen turned their heads in unison, shielding Crane behind them, barking indescribably at Crane's back, while several others were arching Crane's waist and legs with greater force, as if trying to get him out quickly.

"I knew Zarathu couldn't just let me go......"

The oppressive footsteps approached slowly, and with each step, Klein felt as if his heart had been trampled on, and finally, the footsteps stopped about ten meters away—if there was a clear distance division in the fog of history.

Crane turned his head slowly, he perfunctorily touched the dogs of Fugen around him, grabbed the last charm, and prepared for battle.

He decided to summon a historical projection based on the age in which this enemy appeared, and there must be a better understanding between the high sequences of the same era!

If it weren't for Medici's death at the end of the Fourth Age, with the two of them being now...... Crane wanted to use Medici's historical projection as a panacea like Mr. Azik.

Crane soothed the dogs of Fugen around him and slowly turned his head.

Then he froze in place, his eyes widening slightly, and his eyebrows furrowed abruptly.

He had seen this historical projection, he had seen His face countless times in history textbooks, in portraits in museums, in the "Plaque of Blasphemy", and he had heard countless rumors about Him;

It was his countryman, his predecessor, one of the only people in this world who came from the past;

His diary helped him quickly grasp the information of the world, and inadvertently led him on the path of a soothsayer;

He has also been to the Southern Continent, and he has also been to Intis, and has seen the prosperity he left behind, but also the devastation under the iron hoof.

History has received mixed reviews of Him, but it is undeniable that He was one of the top beings who turned his hands into clouds and rained two hundred years ago.

"It's a way I've never thought of meeting each other......"

Crane took a deep breath and clenched the spell in his hand, feeling powerless for a moment, not knowing who to use against him.

The figure standing behind him had long, slightly curly chestnut hair, blue eyes, a high nose, thin lips, a handsome face, two beautiful little beards, a dark red cloak embroidered with gold thread, and a sumptuous mink trailing behind him.

Zarathu summoned the former emperor of Intis.

Russell Gustaf.

……

At the moment when the historical projection of the "Emperor of Knowledge" Russell Gustav appeared, in the distant spiritual realm, at the bottom of the underworld, the huge feathered serpent curled up dormant on the bank of the river of eternal darkness opened its eyes as if it were electrocuted.

The face, which had almost no human features, suddenly showed an extremely rich emotional change, and the feathered serpent spread its wings that covered the sky and the sun, and its pale eyes constantly searched for directions in the void.

Immediately afterward, his body shrank rapidly, and in the moment when the Grim Reaper was momentarily stunned, the empress with beautiful but sharp facial features when the huge feathered serpent turned into a human form, and the emotions that belonged to Thea Palenque Eggers appeared in her eyes that were burned white by the fire.

"Russell!"

"Russell Gustav!"

Her obsession screamed, and the flames of anger burned in her heart.

"I see Him, I see you......!"

"Where are you? Where are you! ”

TBC

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George III: I'll go, I'm not doing the ritual yet, it's so exciting?