Well done...... In the face of Amon's "praise", Klein tried to squeeze out a smile and responded politely:

"Thank you. ”

Frankly, he would rather hear swear than "praise", which at least means that he is close to success.

Of course, Klein suspects that even if he does escape, Amon will not be angry, and with the personality of this "god of mischief", he will probably find it too interesting and exciting on the one hand, and inevitably a little frustrated and disappointed on the other hand, and can't wait to move on to the next round.

"It's a big step forward to think of using 'doors' to interfere with me. Amon smiled indifferently, "But, don't you think that when I 'open the door', I will be in a relatively vigilant state, in fact, I am not so easily affected by accidents?"

Klein thought for a moment and replied seriously:

"That's what I thought at first, but then I thought that you should be able to grasp my state of mind, and believe that I don't dare to take action when you open the 'door', at this time, try it may have a miraculous effect. ”

Actually doing it when others think you won't do it is also a strategy.

In his previous life, Klein had been exposed to similar thinking level games, and he was dizzy.

"What if I thought of this layer too?" Amon laughed as he pushed the bottom edge of the monocle with his knuckles.

At the same time, the secret puppets who were still alive took out the monocle carved from the void from their bodies, put it on their right eye, and looked at Crane in unison.

This made Klein's scalp tingle faintly, and he found that the contact between the secret puppet and himself was instantly broken.

"There is progress, but there is always some punishment for failure. Amon smiled and turned and walked towards the church.

As he stepped forward, the secret puppets smiled one by one and fell stiffly, causing Crane's soul to be torn apart again and again, and the blood vessels in the forehead horn visibly bulging and contracting.

Enduring the pain, Crane stood still, relieving for a while before he could barely recover.

In the process, although he has been in the depths of darkness, he has neither been attacked by terrifying monsters, nor has he transformed into a state of secrecy.

Amon didn't know when he stole the hidden divine power of this city-state, and if I tried to kill myself, I would definitely steal even my thoughts...... Still unprepared, not sure enough about Amun, not taking into account what he had stolen before...... I really didn't expect that he would release the "Daylight" stolen from the relics of the Divine War...... What else he stole in the past, stored in his body, I have no way of knowing, I can't prepare for it...... The monocle was a container for the stolen things, and it was itself part of Amun's, so he was able to take out a monocle every time he "parasitized...... Klein rubbed the corners of his forehead, re-entered the church, looked at Amon in front of the light door, and asked casually:

"Why do you have so many monocles, and where do you put them?"

Amon stroked the monocle in his right eye and smiled indifferently:

"Why don't you ask me why each doppelganger has eyes, where do they usually put them?"

“...... I understand. Crane nodded abruptly.

Amon refocused his gaze on the light gate where the whirlpool had not yet calmed down, and said casually:

"I've always felt that the essence of your operation was a big preparation, not an attempt.

"What little actions did you make in that process?"

Klein pondered for a moment, and replied with an unchanged smile:

"Guess. ”

"I do have a certain guess, do you think I guessed?" Amon asked with interest, pinching the upper and lower edges of the monocle.

"Maybe there is, or maybe not. Crane didn't give a clear answer at all, and walked up to Amon cooperatively, watching him reach out again and hold down the pale light door.

Above the light gate, ripples once again waved, more and more intense, more and more exaggerated.

After a dozen or so seconds, the ripples rendered the surroundings, causing the light gate to expand by a full two.

Amon glanced at Klein and motioned for him to step forward.

Crane instinctively turned around and looked around the church.

Outside the area illuminated by the light of the leather lanterns, some of the extraordinary properties left by the distorted monsters were shimmering - not all of them were extraordinary in their lifetimes, and after those ordinary people were transformed into monsters, a large part of their power came from darkness, from depravity, not from themselves, and no characteristics could be precipitated.

"Almost forgot. Amun, who had followed him around, suddenly shook his head and smiled.

As soon as He finished speaking, a mass of extraordinary properties floated up and threw itself into His body, merging with Him and becoming one, leaving only a small amount in place.

"Most of those who actively transform into monsters are 'apprentices' who have access to the dark side of the city-state, the Extraordinary and their families. Amon retracted his gaze and said casually.

Even if it is the extraordinary characteristics of a similar path, if it is "eaten" so directly, there will be a problem, shouldn't it be possible to jump to the higher level of the similar path? Can it still be backward compatible? Klein looked a little stunned, and asked suspiciously:

"Doesn't that build up madness?"

This is not just a matter of accumulating madness, and Crane suspects that if he does this, there is a high probability that he will go half crazy.

"Someone else will. Amon smiled and said, "I won't." ”

What a bug...... Klein couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Then, the distance between him and the light gate disappeared.

Subconsciously, he forgot the extraordinary properties of the remnants of the "Grim Reaper" path, and entered the mutant light gate with Amun.

The endless deep darkness and the wriggling linear light twisted and mingled, giving Crane the feeling of falling weightless.

Ten seconds later, he found himself and Amon in a square, the dim glow of the leather lantern seemed to be blocked by an invisible force, and could only shine half of its original range.

Lightning flashes through the sky, brightening up the surroundings.

With the help of this lightning, Klein saw that there were mutilated statues erected around the square, their hands tied behind their backs, or their bodies wrapped around thorn roses, or shaped like mummies, intuitively giving people a sense of "bondage".

"This was originally a city-state that believed in xeno-kings. Amon is like a qualified tour guide, introducing Klein to the "attractions", "They are funny, usually modest, quiet, like ascetics, but once they encounter prey or a certain moment, they will burst into bloodthirsty and murderous desires, you can imagine, on a full moon night, this is a city full of werewolves walking everywhere." ”

It seems that Xeno's original philosophy was also temperate...... Later, they were all distorted by the "Mother Tree of Desire...... With the help of a new round of lightning, Klein looked a few more times, and asked thoughtfully:

"The image of the xeno-king is close to a mummy?"

"No, though he was an ugly and twisted man, he loved to wrap thorny roses around himself. Amon scoffed.

...... Klein took the opportunity to ask:

"What kind of idols will your followers worship?

"In the occult, your symbol is a clock and a 'bug of time'?"

Amon scratched his chin and said:

"Theoretically, my followers are all myself, and I don't need to go through the trouble of erecting the idols. ”

My followers are all myself...... Luckily, I now have Daniz...... Crane suddenly realized that he and Amon were quite similar in some ways.

Of course, I said that "my believers are myself" is a funny story, and Amun's saying that "my believers are all myself" is a thriller, and the style difference is quite big...... Klein finally laughed at himself in his heart.

Amon continued as he walked forward:

"However, in my father's day, many people would follow me, some of them would start with the name 'Angel of Time' and use the symbol of the clock to make my image of me, some of them would use the name 'God of Mischief' to make my image of me covered with mystical patterns, and some would combine the two. ”

Speaking of this, Amun, who was wearing monocles, suddenly turned his head sideways, glanced at Klein, and sketched the corners of his mouth:

"It's no more than three days to go until the final destination. ”

In other words, I only have three days left...... Crane almost gasped, and the psychological pressure suddenly increased, making him feel like his nerves were about to be broken.

He has not yet judged what Amon's real purpose is in playing this game, and he has not yet found any traces of what the other party is driving him to do, which means that he cannot grasp the key and cannot find a real chance to get out of the predicament.

The performance of Amon's clone just now made him understand that if he wasn't really prepared, he might not even be able to hold out for ten seconds in front of him.

In a flash of thought, Crane fell silent and followed Amon out of the square strewn with traces of destruction.

............

The streets are sparsely populated and come and go, and in Pritz Harbour, where many houses are covered with fire marks, Bernadette, the "mysterious queen" with long maroon hair, puts the newspaper in her hand on the table.

The front page of the newspaper Tasok carried the news of the king's assassination, and claimed that the assassins were from Vrsack or Intis.

"It's not about stopping the disaster, it's not about exacerbating ......it," Bernadette muttered to herself with a slightly solemn expression.

She pondered for a moment, lifted the tablecloth, wrapped it up, and let go of her fingers, letting it stretch on its own.

This time, the coffee cups, pen holders, newspapers, and other items inside the tablecloth disappeared, and ritual-related items such as silver candles appeared.

Bernadette then performed a ritual to summon the messenger of Gelman Sparrow.

As a collaborator, she felt it was necessary to ask about the other party's situation and see if there was anything else she needed help with.

As soon as the ceremony was over, out of the inflated candle flame came Renette Tinicole, who was carrying four blonde hair, red-eyed heads, wearing a gloomy and complicated dress, and with nothing around her neck.

Bernadette's eyelids jumped slightly, and she picked up the letter and a gold coin that she had prepared, and handed them to the messenger.

One of Renette Tinicol heads bit down on the letter and the gold coin, while the others looked at the "mysterious queen" for a few seconds.

He looked back into the void, but just as Bernadette was about to put away the tablecloth, the young messenger suddenly reappeared.

Two of His blonde red-eyed heads spoke one after another:

"He ......" "Missing ......"