Although Amon said "try", Esther was rightly suspicious of anything that came out of His mouth.

People can eat the same snack often, but they can't always step on the same brand of thunder in a row, Esther's trust in Amon is basically negative, there is no room for decline, and she is not even very grateful to Amon for returning the harmonica - who knows what the hell he is up to?

What was on Esther's mind seemed to be clearly written on her face, and Amon smiled indifferently, "I don't care how much time you want to waste anyway."

Esther clenched her grip on the harmonica, trying to convince Amon to change her mind, "We can also go to the cities in the fixed location first, right? Isn't it the same everywhere?"

Amon didn't answer Esther's question, but looked at her with a rather playful look.

Esther sighed, "Okay, I see...... It wasn't a 'choice' in the first place."

"You're finally aware of your situation?" Amun's face showed surprise, and it fell into Esther's eyes rather contrived, "I thought you could be so determined."

"Shut up, you."

The last time she entered the real world as Zoya's will, it landed on this dark continent. At that time, Zoya would attract monsters through singing, and calm their madness dissolved between spirit and flesh in a "resonant" way, more to suppress the monsters' desire to attack, so that the extremely fragile body would not be harmed.

After all, the last time she entered reality, Zoya didn't plan to build a complete body for herself, as long as she could communicate with the "candidate", it was enough.

Of course, the situation was different now, and Esther carefully wiped the harmonica again, and then she raised her head again, looking in the clearest direction of the "Dream City" in her perception. Esther took a deep breath, and she had an uncomfortable premonition that something was going on out of her reach.

This premonition was so strong that Esther felt anxious for the people she knew, but she certainly wouldn't bring it up, but whispered, "I guess you won't help me if attracting that city brings some kind of danger......

"Of course, why should I help you? When your consciousness is back on the Source Castle, remember to say hello to your 'candidate' for me."

Esther looked at Amun, and in that very friendly smile, she seemed to see through what he was thinking, "You really want to kill me...... It's good for you."

Amon didn't say anything, just looked at her with a smile, and although his expression was kind, no matter how he looked at it, there was a hint of mockery—this was almost explicit.

But what good does this bring to Amon?

Esther's premonition of discomfort grew stronger and stronger, and her face became indifferent, thinking of the rather vague call from before, and Amon's theft of the anchor in the "Dream City", her guess finally became clear.

He wants the consciousness of "I" to return to the Source Castle, whether as Esther or Zoya, to have a name that remains in the real world. When the name points to me, Amon can find a shortcut to the Source Fort through the connection left between the person who recites the name and me—

No, He didn't even need to decipher that connection, just parasitize them.

If Amun himself prayed to me, it would provoke the backlash I left behind, and it would have no effect to have strangers pray to me without this connection that I had drawn together. If I had just returned to the Source Castle, there would have been a buffer period of confusion at which time He would have prayed and the Light of the Medium would have responded spontaneously.

When the time comes, Amon will be able to borrow this response and touch the location of the Source Fort.

What a tough bastard! Isn't there a way to break the game? He can't be left in control like this, He's only going to gain inches......

Esther rubbed her brow twice in frustration, and when she was too emotional, the suppression of the unique projection would be weakened. The thing was constantly trying to get out of her body, but Esther couldn't allow that to happen - she feared that her memories would be left behind and returned

To the essence of Amun.

Even a very marginal memory is enough for Amon to parse a huge amount of information, a risk that a candidate can't afford.

When Esther stopped, Amon stopped at the same time, looking at her expectantly.

Esther didn't go any further, but put the harmonica to her lips, took a deep breath, and went through the scale from low to high.

As soon as she began to blow the rhythmic melody in earnest, Amon looked away, no longer at the performer, but into the quiet darkness in the distance.

He knew that it wouldn't be long before nearby monsters would start to gather here, and in turn, the extraordinary power would be attracted.

Esther's tone was clear and graceful, with a light beat suitable for stepping on the rhythmic rotation, which Amon did not find suitable for the harmonica's timbre, because the tone of the piece became too sharp.

Although there are similarities, this song is not a living waltz, and Amon knows in his heart that it must be part of that vanishing civilization. He listened to the unknown tune, and the smile on his face was a little more real.

Following the rhythm of the music, the dots of light between Esther's hair began to flicker, producing a barely audible hum that spread outward as the sound shook the air.

The sound of music spread through the silent darkness, and more and more strange creatures began to look in this direction in confusion. The more closely they explored, the more quickly they were attracted by the cheerful performance, leaving the place where they had wandered and resting, and gathered towards the source of the sound.

Even without hearing or sight, these intellectually deficient beings still possess spirits that can be attracted to this "resonance", and the extraordinary powers that sustain them are also responding to the call of the source of the music in a chaotic way.

All the monsters that did not take root on the ground gathered towards the same central point, and they avoided each other and kept their distance, and there was no fighting, just sleepwalking in the direction of the music.

They stayed in Esther's sight and never dared to approach again, and the monsters in the distance, because the group was still growing, the large and small bodies soon overlapped into indistinguishable black shadows.

Esther glanced at it cursoryly, unable to estimate the approximate number.

When she raised her gaze, she met Amon's turning gaze.

Amon didn't make any sound, just beckoned to Esther, motioned for her to follow him, and then took the lead in a certain direction.

Esther didn't stop playing, playing the harmonica while keeping up with Amon's slow steps.

Behind her, the huge horde of monsters also began to move, forming a *** team in the darkness, stomping on cheerful music and walking through the darkness.

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