The embers followed the prestige, and under the wall on the other side of the coffin, a figure suddenly appeared. It was a young man with slightly curly black hair, a broad forehead, thin cheeks, dark eyes, and monocles.

Amon!

'Blasphemer' Amun!

Ember thought for a moment, as if he felt that this was indeed a bit rude, so he removed his hand from the coffin and asked politely:

"This is your grave?"

Amon took two steps forward in a leisurely manner and said leisurely:

"To be precise, this is the mausoleum I have prepared for myself. You know, in the Quaternary Age, there were constant conflicts between various forces, and in order to compete for the opportunity to become a god, I was also targeted by many people at the same time, and I might be killed one day. So, it makes sense for me to dig my own grave in advance, right? But as you can see, I'm lucky not to die, so I won't need it for the time being. ”

"That's right."

Ember bowed slightly, "I'm here to dig your grave." ”

Amon stopped, looking at Ember with a strange expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

"That's really rare that you can look down on this little thing in my mausoleum."

Amon shook his head, a little joking, as he took a step forward. And as he approached, the insect tide that had been in front of him began to die in large areas. But they were born of miracles, and they did not leave behind their bodies after death, but quickly turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated, leaving a large blank space on the ground.

Ember asked thoughtfully:

"So, you're the only one in the entire Amon family?"

"Yes."

Amon smiled and nodded, "It's been me all the time, it's not a secret among the great nobles of the Fourth Age. ”

"You didn't come?"

"Of course not."

Amun, who was wearing a peaked soft hat, shook his head and said with some playfulness, "If my main body appears in Beckland, it will cause a divine descent at the first time." After all, none of the existing gods are very good to my senses, and a few of them are eager to kill me as soon as possible. ”

"Like the Storm Lord?"

"Yes."

In the face of Ember's inquiry, Amon did not hide the slightest thing, and said very frankly, "He is the one who wants to kill me the most, well, one of them." ”

As he spoke, Amon had ascended the stairs to the high platform. But suddenly, Ember raised his arm.

"Bang!"

In the sound of an invisible mechanism being triggered, Amon's body suddenly stiffened in place. But it was only for a moment, and he quickly returned to normal, as if nothing had happened just now, and continued to walk towards the high platform.

Ember also seemed to be unaware, as if talking to an old friend, and said casually:

"I've seen your father, but I haven't seen you."

"It's normal."

Amon pointed to the wall behind him with an unchanged smile, and said calmly, "After all, I wasn't born at that time, so of course you won't see me." ”

Ember looked in the direction Amon was pointing, and the wall was mottled by the previous 'speed of time', and many of the murals were destroyed and could never be restored to their previous appearance.

The only relatively complete, barely visible, colourful mural is located at the top of the wall, and occupies a small half of the dome upwards.

It depicts a majestic mountain range, and on the highest main peak, a huge, taller than a mountain cross is erected.

The cross is covered with layers of brilliance and looks unusually sacred.

A majestic and tall figure loomed in front of it, and the mountains looked like pets crawling at his feet.

The figure was surrounded by angels with wings, four wings, and six wings, holding trumpets or playing harps.

Or blow the flute, and look pious and cheerful.

Below the mountain, two twelve-winged angels on their backs, each holding a baby, humbly walked towards the top of the mountain.

The baby on the left has slightly curly black hair, and the one on the right has pale blonde hair.

One of them has a dark eye, and the other has a golden eye.

Elsewhere in the mountains, there are faintly depictions of giants in chains, dragons bound on their feet and never able to land.

This depicts the scene after the 'Creator' has regained authority from the Eight Ancient Gods, and the giants and dragons are enslaved by them. It was also at this time that the Creator 'begwed' two sons.

The brunette is Amun, and as for the blonde hair......

"Who's the other one?"

Ember touched his chin and asked suddenly.

Amon had already walked on the high platform at this time, he stood still, raised his hand and pinched the monocle, and said in a frivolous tone:

"'Fantasy Angel', 'God's Firstborn', Adam, my brother, a paranoid, whatever you want to call it. He went crazy after his father fell for betrayal and has been trying to resurrect our father for so many years. Moreover, he almost succeeded. ”

Ember said thoughtfully, "You're not going to help him?" ”

Amon straightened his monocle, sighed and shook his head: "Our relationship is not good, so he will not care about my affairs all along, and I will not care about his affairs." ”

After a slight pause, Amon asked politely:

"Do you have any other questions?"

"There's one."

Ember looked straight and asked in a deep voice, "Who is your mother?" ”

Amon's expression stiffened slightly, and after a long time, he raised his head and straightened out the monocle that was crooked because of the change in his expression, and said calmly:

"My father was a god and didn't need to rely on human reproduction methods for procreation. Like Sasriel, He was created by the Father from one of His own ribs. ”

Ember nodded knowingly and asked politely:

"So you don't have a mother?"

Amon's expression suddenly distorted, and his eyes seemed to be able to spew anger. But soon he laughed out loud at the Bengbu residence, and joked:

"You seem to be expecting me to put on such an expression? Do you think human ethics will be useful to me? ”

"That's right."

Ember nodded in agreement, and at the same time, his palm sank, and a large sword suddenly appeared in his palm. Amon raised an eyebrow, his gaze swept over Ember's greatsword, the body of which was forged from scorching molten iron that was smoky, dyeing the entire blade a deep black. Most of the intricate patterns and symbols on the sword's body were blurred by the battle scars, and there were even huge paw prints from the Demon Prince.

This is the former knight Llorian, the great sword that killed the demon prince alone!

"Bang!"

Ember stepped forward, pressing his entire weight forward on Llorian's greatsword. In the blink of an eye, the smoke that had originally dyed the sword body black turned into a raging flame in an instant, and the entire sword body was attached with flames like a curse!

"Wait, I just want to talk ......"

Amon changed color slightly, as if he didn't expect Ember to say that he would do it, and hurriedly tried to stop it.

But before he could finish speaking, there was already a heavy and rapid footstep in his ears, and it was the three silver knights who had stood on either side from beginning to end! The silver knights on the left and right raised their shields and rushed towards him, while the silver knights in the rear jumped high in the air, jumping down at him with swords in both hands!

"Bang!"

Amon's face turned cold, and the silver knight who had jumped towards him suddenly froze in mid-air, and he was stolen by Amon with the idea of 'attacking'. The next moment, the Silver Knight, whose body had lost his next step and support, fell down the stairs and rolled all the way down the platform.

"Bang bang!"

The sturdy armor attached to the whole body constantly collides and rubs against the stairs, as if forming a wonderful symphony. At the same time, the silver knights on the left side have also rushed separately.

Witnessing the current situation of their colleagues, they slashed at Amon with their swords almost simultaneously. But as before, they had almost forgotten how to wield their swords, and the idea of their attack had been denied to Amon.

But that doesn't affect their next move, even if they're dead, even if they've been burned to ashes. But the Silver Knights still had a wealth of combat experience in their minds, and while the idea of attacking was stolen, their bodies had already reacted further - holding their shoulders against the heavy shield and crashing straight into Amon in the middle!

Amon's face changed, as if he was unexpected, and he forgot to dodge in a hurry. Because the distance was too close, the time was too short, he didn't even have time to steal the idea of their collision, and was hit by two silver knights!

"Bang!"

In the violent collision and squeezing sound, the two sides of the silver knight against the shield collided with Amon's body. Like a meat bun, he pressed Amon's body between the two shields.

The sudden impact made Amon's brain seem to be in a trance for a moment, and he couldn't respond to it in the first place. And when he finally reacted, the embers in front of him were already patrolling and ready to go, and launched a heavy attack at the same time as the arrow step!

The sword of the Lorian Greatsword burned with a scorching flame from the demons, and it drew a delicate arc in the air from top to bottom, even the air was scorched, and even the high platform that had remained unchanged for thousands of years was melted in an instant, including the coffin that had been stopped in front of the two of them and coveted by the embers for a long time.

But the blade of the big sword was still castrated, and it crashed straight into Amon's crotch through the coffin, making his face seem to become extremely distorted because of this, and his body was even lifted high along the scorching blade like a rag doll!

Thrown high, Amon flew into the air, and in an instant he was slammed to the ground and lost his life, his green eyes gradually dimmed, and his body began to dissipate rapidly. In the end, only a slightly dim 'Time Worm' with twelve translucent links was left in place.

Ember didn't go to see the corpse, as he had confirmed that he had received Amon's 'Extraordinary Properties of Passing Away'. He looked at the destroyed coffin with some regret, which was much more luxurious than the sarcophagus he had woken up.

But this regret was fleeting, for he soon set his sights on the other side of the burial chamber, a stone door with only outlined outlines, standing discreetly in the corner.

At the same time, a silver knight quickly approached the stone door, stretched out his hands and pressed on the stone door to try to push.

Stone doors with only outlines stand discreetly in the corners.

Above the stone door, there was a sudden floating of water, condensing a scene so real that it seemed to be directly touched:

Waves of deep blue rushed forward in waves, and there was a black mist so thick that it looked like liquid. A craggy mountain peak juts out of the mist, and slime flows downward. Behind this peak, the black mist is boundless, with no end in sight. The bottom of it also has no limits, and the deeper you look, the more dark it feels, as if once something falls, it will always fall.

Ember still sketches a similar scene in his mind—from the abyss he'd experienced. Even today, he still has a ring on his hand that allows him to walk in the abyss.

This world also has legends about the abyss, and this door may be the connection to the legendary abyss, and it is this abyss that Amon may have been able to get here. In other words, he may be able to use the abyss to travel to the Godforsaken Lands.

It's just that when Ember saw the abyss, he didn't have the idea of going into it.

Instead, he calmly carried the Lorian greatsword on his back, and at the same time had an extra crystal staff in his hand that seemed to be made of rock, allowing the blue and bright light to condense at the blue gem set at the top of the staff, and gradually form a huge vortex of greedy energy-absorbing energy.

Eventually, the seemingly endless pale blue energy instantly surged from the top of the staff, turning into a torrent of souls that seemed to destroy everything, completely submerging the stone gate in an instant!

Under the blue light that illuminated the entire burial chamber like daylight, the stone door had somehow been washed away to smash, as if it had never appeared, leaving only a huge hole in the wall.

But after the destruction of the stone gate, the torrent of souls did not dissipate. Instead, it was like a half-divergence that abruptly changed its direction, from the original direction towards the stone gate, and suddenly shot into the air somewhere below the stone platform.

"Bang!"

When the torrent was about to sweep through the empty air, a figure wearing monocles and a pointed soft hat was forced out of thin air, but before it could dodge, it was swallowed up by the torrent of souls and completely annihilated, leaving only a transparent worm with twelve links in place.

It was Amon's doppelganger, and most of them were parasitic on tiny creatures in the air, invisible to the naked eye. And there are at least dozens of such doppelgangers in this tomb alone!

Unfortunately, embers don't need to be seen with the naked eye.

"Bang!"

The Soul Torrent changed direction again, and the jet torrent shot through the ground, shooting out a large bottomless ravine on the hard stone slab, and even the void appeared a large 'gap', and even the air slowed down for a while before refilling it. Everywhere the torrent went, Amon's figure also appeared one after another, but in the end, it was only annihilated under the washing of the torrent, leaving only transparent worms with links.

The mausoleum, which was originally smooth and smooth, wide and grand, has now been washed by the torrent and the walls with frescoes have become only ruins and broken walls, so that the ceiling that has lost its support has become crumbling, and thousands of pounds of gravel have been falling from the top and falling into the bottomless ravines on the ground.

"Poof~"

Eventually, the beam of the soul torrent began to weaken, shrinking and thinning as if the power had been cut off. Eventually, the torrent at the top of the staff was completely muted, and all the light dissipated completely, while Ember still held the ordinary-looking staff in his hand, which seemed to be made of stone.

But Ember's gaze was still on the front, to the spot where Amon had just stood.

There seemed to be nothing there.

But in the next second, the air in front of him suddenly fluctuated, and a tiny creature that was difficult to see with the naked eye crawled out. The creature swelled rapidly, turning into Amun, who wore a peaked soft hat and a classical black robe. He knew very well that he had been discovered, so he simply stopped hiding.

Amon straightened the monocle he was wearing in his right eye and frowned:

"How did you find out?"