As Ulorius recited the honorific name, a tiny flying insect clinged to the corner of his robe, and at the sound of those words, rolled itself into the folds.

Amon stood in mid-air, staring at the lark in his hand, pinching it tighter and tighter.

That little uneasiness, by the subtlety

Something is wrong, Amon knows very well in his heart, Zoya is wrong, Urropes's actions are not right, what is the matter with the honorific name he read just now?

Even if he didn't look down, the many doppelgangers left in the nearby air allowed Amon to clearly observe the situation below, outlining an angle of observation in his mind without blind spots.

As a silver light swept from Ulorius's body, the silver rings spread out from him, revealing a pale laurel yellow color, and when his closed palm opened, it began to flicker, and then bloomed into a brilliant filament.

Zoya, who was sitting on the bench, slowly stood up, as if he had said something, but Amon couldn't hear it in the sudden burst of babbling.

All the sounds were covered by the humming, the whispers of small chirps like flocks of birds flapping their wings, and the soft light gradually swirled outward, flowing rapidly outward along the symbols of thorns, olive branches, and vines on the ground, forming a curtain of light at the outermost end, stretching upwards.

They echoed the blooming filaments in Ulorius's hands.

Amon looked at all this indifferently, but the hand holding the lark loosened a little and lifted it to his eyes: "You really think you can trap me like this?" ”

"Will you step into the trap yourself, Amon?" The lark raised his head proudly, completely unaware of being pinched in his hands, "Joke, you're already in there, aren't you?" ”

"I see, you're not Zoya, you're just a doppelganger or a puppet...... Father even gave you a unified personality? Amon's expression became more and more indifferent, but there was a small smile on his lips, full of mockery.

"Correction, you're thinking about human nature, obnoxious guy."

The smugness in the lark's voice made Amon feel a little resistant, but considering that the little thing could not see the situation clearly, he was amused by the lark's stupidity and ignorance.

"Your dislike for me now doesn't stem from your own feelings. Whose attitude and whose judgment is that? ”

After saying this, Amon stole the lark's ability to "fly" and "make sounds", and casually dropped it, watching the little bird flap its wings helplessly and roll in the air several times.

Its mouth opened and closed, and Amon was convinced that it was a complaint against himself, but his indifferent gaze fell on the ritual circle that gradually extended and connected to the whole circle beneath his feet.

However, just before the lark landed, Ulorius frowned, lifted the lark that had fallen into the light of the circle, and protected it in his arms.

Amon lifted the monocle, and the countless clones that were originally left in the air instantly elongated their figures, and the black-haired Miko with a thin face wearing the monocle simultaneously launched the ability to "steal" in various places—not only the Ulorius below, but also the light that was constantly shining on the periphery, and the light curtain that was circulating, shrouding all directions.

Except for Zoya in the middle of the circle.

Once he considered him as a target, Amun's spiritual instincts would send a strong warning that he would not be able to try or not, or he would be left in this trap and completely lose the possibility of resisting.

However, the stolen points of light were of no use, and now was not the time to study them carefully, Amon could only trap them in the control of "uniqueness".

No matter how many times he unleashed his "stealing" ability, when it fell on Ulorius, he would inevitably fail, and such an almost alarming failure rate made Amon aware of the anomaly again.

His good fortune does not come from himself, but from others? Or what really works, is the bad luck that is inflicted on me......

When the exterior wall formed by the light was completely connected and seamless, the humming stopped instantly.

The environment was too quiet, but it made the senses accustomed to the previous noise uncomfortable, Amon did not ignore this anomaly, and quickly "stole" the location left in the outer part, but did not get any feedback.

Cut off from the "doppelganger"?

This caused Amon to narrow his eyes, and he raised his right hand to hold the monocle in his right eye, and used the ability of the "decryptor scholar" to quickly analyze the light curtain. Obviously, the energy it displayed was extremely harmless, like the most ordinary and natural spirituality, but it effectively interfered with Amon's mobilization of the clone.

Amon's demeanor became calmer, this is not something that Zoya can do alone, it is like three compositions on the ground......

His body gradually became illusory, and then the shadow of a huge wall clock appeared, ancient and mottled, as if it had been precipitated by time, leaving countless tiny nicks, but the nicks were littered with floating worm phantoms, which seemed to be attracted by some invisible force, and became extremely unstable in the form of mythical creatures.

The surface of the wall clock carved out of stone is divided into 12 grids, each of which is gray or gray, but mixed with each other and has a different symbol.

At the moment when the great wall clock was revealed, a shadowy hand crossed a grid above it, and the next moment the bell rang violently, far more powerful than the previous humming whisper.

This blurred Urorius's vision for a moment, he was briefly stolen from his "perception", but it didn't stop him, he was approaching the center of the circle, and Zoya had been standing on the edge of the bench since she got up.

When he heard the bell, Zoya gradually raised his head, there were two penetrating cracks on his face, and the tiny points of light were constantly escaping outward, and as they detached, the two cracks were still expanding, and a little gray mist flowed out of them, as if they wanted to merge into the air, but they were attracted by the trajectory drawn by the points of light, and kept flowing around Zoya.

Outside the translucent mask, a layer of white snake scales was growing, trying to cover the cracked shell with no facial features, and then dissolved in wisps of gray mist.

Only Ulorius' footsteps were unaffected, and as he passed, the color of the light in his hand continued to fade, scattering into the silver streams that pounced on Ulorius, forcing them back to the ground, rather than restraining the intruder who had been guided by fate.

The hands jumped again, but when the bell rang, a silver waterfall erupted from the ground.

Like a geyser erupting suddenly, the glowing gentle stream of water rushed straight up, leaving no room for the mottled clock to try again.

What's more, as the crack in Zoya's head grew larger and wider, a gray mist was mixed with the silver river, completely suppressing Amon's next move.

The streamer-like silver light was connected from end to end, and the fine silver light and the gray mist went back and forth, constantly converging and scattering the trapped "Angel of Time".

Amon began to try to disperse his consciousness among the clones at the moment when the mythical form was dissolved, but he kept falling into this "loop" of trying to escape, and it was difficult to dissect the key to breaking the "cycle".

Zoya finally got serious.

Even such fleeting thoughts keep repeating themselves in the "cycle".

The silver waves curled up the long hair behind Ulorius, until when he approached Zoya's side, snake scales with a wheel symbol began to appear on his skin, but they were steadily suppressed and retracted into his body.

Ulorius held the lark in his left hand, and reached out to Zoya with his right hand, holding him by the hand.

The silver light that kept churning within the barrier avoided the points of light around them, and made way for them to get out of the way.

The gray mist was still flowing out of Zoya's head, and where Ulorius was rubbed by the gray mist, it left a scorched black with traces of erosion, but he didn't seem to feel anything, just led Zoya to the outside of the barrier.

"Sorry......"

Zoya whispered softly, but it was indistinct between the buzzing sounds, and he didn't have a specific point, only he knew who he was saying this sorry to.

Ulorius didn't respond, just stared at the illusory rivers that had no substance, and led Zoya forward very slowly.

As they passed by an olive tree at the very edge, a figure dressed in a white linen robe emerged from the air, and a gentle look fell on Zoya, but there was no gentle smile on her face.

Sensing Zoya's hesitation, even without him speaking, Ulorius followed Zoya's wishes and stopped slightly.

After leaving the range of the circle, the gray mist gushing out of Zoya's mask had gradually converged, condensing into a gray patch that seemed to drip down her head at any moment.

Adam's clear eyes reflected Zoya, watching him slowly turn his head in his direction, and the quill subconsciously stopped at the end of the sentence.

After a few seconds of silence, Adam shook his head: "Is it really appropriate for you to be this wicked person?" ”

Neither Amon nor Zoya seem to like his "fairy tales" very much, and they all use a deliberate gesture to gradually distort the tender story into a more sad result.

"There is no distinction between good and evil, all are the same."

The humming sound of Zoya's mask emanated, and he seemed to be getting weaker and weaker with each moment, but still maintained the limit of the last bit of breath.

Adam's quill was raised again, and many of the previous passages were blacked out a little, except for the uneasiness in Amun's heart, and he was really brought here, which was not a successful "arrangement".

Adam's gentle smile faded: "I thought I could write a better ending." ”

"We all thought there was a better way." Zoya turned her head, paused for two seconds, then tugged at Ulorius' hand and motioned to move on.

"Is it far where you're going? I can help you relay something to Amon. ”

Adam asked, putting down his quill.

"No need."

Sorry, there was no update last night...... I'm very sorry to be beaten to the ground by a cold!!

Thank you all for your continued love and support. But tonight's chapter is not certain, depending on the physical condition......