The lightning once again illuminated the barren plains filled with gray-yellow mist, illuminated the place where the angelic battle had taken place just now, and illuminated the calm smile on Klein's face.

Amon stared at him for a few seconds, pushed his monocle, and said with a smile:

"Can't you just change it?

"You seem to have found new hope?"

Klein's smile remained unchanged, he clenched his fist against the end of his nose, and said with one hand:

"I just suddenly realized one thing, it's not despair that you're playing this game, on the contrary, it shows that you can't steal my fate directly. ”

"Oh?" Amon said with a smile, as if he was looking forward to what Crane was going to say next.

Klein laughed and said without wavering:

"Otherwise, as soon as you enter the Godforsaken Land, you will directly steal my fate and become the new master of the 'Source Castle', even if you want to play a game of escape and interception, you can wait until the main purpose is achieved before doing it, in that way, you will not take any risks, and I will lose the chance to resurrect, lose my original destiny, driven by the survival instinct, I will try to escape even harder.

"It's true that the 'God of Pranks' may do things that seek excitement regardless of the risks, but you are still the 'God of Deception'. ”

Speaking of this, Klein glanced at Amon's unchanged expression, paused and said:

"I know you really have the extraordinary ability to steal the fate of others, but being able to do something does not mean that you will do it, which requires weighing the risks, weighing the pros and cons, and analyzing the gains and losses.

"I think, you don't want to steal my fate directly, it will make you bear everything brought by the 'Source Castle', and you must fight against the resurrection shadow of its original owner, even for the king of angels like you, this is also a very dangerous thing, and if you are not careful, you will fall, so if you want to find a loophole, you can get the 'Source Castle' without bearing the negative impact, and this must be my 'permission'. ”

When he said this, Klein was reminded of the experience of playing with viruses in the computer several times in his previous life, and those viruses would always disguise themselves as all kinds of normal things to trick you into clicking and making "allow".

This is inexplicably similar to the current situation.

After listening to Klein's words, Amon looked at him and didn't speak, just calmly leaned on the monocle carved from crystal.

Crane smiled and continued:

"Ever since you 'parasitized' me, you've been committing a big fraud, giving me the option to become your dependent, and telling me that your body can withstand my fate and put me under a heavy psychological burden.

"In the rest of the journey, you kept giving me hope and destroying it, giving me time limits from time to time, making me unconsciously seize the opportunity to breathe, and suddenly shortening the trip, disrupting my arrangements, and finally revealing the card of being the essence of myself, and driving me into the abyss of despair, so as to destroy my will, break my psychological defenses, and make me completely collapse, choose to be your favorite, and 'agree' to the potential 'deal'. ”

Amon listened quietly, suddenly laughed, raised his hands, and applauded softly:

"Perfect reasoning.

"You seem to be missing a question, though.

"I'm talking about seeing my body, going to a place that is safe enough, and then taking your fate, right now, we haven't reached our final destination, and I'm certainly not going to risk it. ”

Klein's expression sank slightly, and then he relaxed again:

"I'm excited to see what difference will be made there. ”

He responded to Amon's words with Amon's gesture.

The real king of angels straightened his monocle and pointed to the side with a smile:

"Soon, we will be there in less than half a day. ”

"How long, exactly?" Klein instinctively lacked trust in the vagueer descriptions of Amun's mouth.

Amon scratched his chin and laughed:

"Half an hour. ”

Crane looked sideways in the direction Amon had just pointed, and saw that it was dark and deep, and he couldn't see anything.

A bolt of lightning streaked by, illuminating the barren plain, but in the distance was a thicker grayish-yellow mist.

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

Beckland, Queens, inside the luxury villa of the Earl of Hall's family,

After two days of chaos, Audrey's life finally regains some peace, which makes her more and more curious about the hidden truth of the king's assassination.

Considering that Mr. "Fool" seems to have hinted at the possibility of today's tarot meeting, Audrey decides to pray to this being in advance and get in touch with Gelman Sparrow of the "World" to try to figure out the situation.

She just glanced at Susie, and the big golden retriever immediately walked out of the room, closed the door with his legs, and squatted outside.

Audrey sat down familiarly, assumed a posture of prayer, and whispered in the ancient Hermetic language:

"Fools who don't belong to this era......"

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

Beckland, East End, inside a two-bedroom rental home.

"You say, is there a party today?" without any official notice...... "Forthth took out his lady's pocket watch and looked at it.

Hugh shook his head:

"I don't know. ”

Furth couldn't sit still, and left his position, pacing back and forth a little anxiously, muttering to himself:

"Mr. 'World' didn't respond, and Mr. 'Fool' didn't respond......"

As he spoke, Furth suddenly looked at his friend who was eating ham meat, and said urgently:

"Hugh, if you try to pray to Mr. 'Fool', ask if today's meeting is going on as scheduled. ”

Hugh frowned slightly, put down his fork, and nodded:

"Good. ”

She also felt that the current situation was a bit weird.

After clasping his hands and pressing his chin against him, Hugh took a breath and said in a low voice:

"Fools who don't belong to this era......"

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

Beckland, North End, in a room behind the Chanis Gate, in the basement of St. Samuel's Church.

Emlyn White woke up, confused by the dream.

He seems to have dreamed of Lilith, the ancestor of the Bloodline!

In the dream, he was trapped in an ancient castle overgrown with red vines, and he couldn't escape.

Later, through the narrow window on the heights, he saw the Crimson Moon outside, and saw a pair of huge bat wings that obscured half of the Red Moon.

In the lore of the Bloodline, this is one of the symbols of the ancient god Lilith.

Immediately afterward, excited enough to fly high and try to open the narrow window, Emlyn found a tarot card at the bottom of the glass.

The surface of the tarot card depicts a young man dressed in fancy clothes, wearing a colorful headdress, carrying a cane on his shoulder, luggage hanging from the cane, and a dog pulling behind him.

"Fool" card.

Dreaming of this, Emlyn naturally woke up, and as a Viscount of the Blood Clan, he had basic dream analysis skills:

"It must be my current situation that caused this dream to appear, that 'star' never sent me some human blood......

"Sure enough, I was the object of the ancestors' favor...... He's implying to me that if I want to get out of this situation, I have to get help from Mr. 'Fool'?

"What day of the week is today? Forget it, just pray, so that you can get out as soon as possible." Emlyn turned over and sat up hopefully, and recited reverently:

"Fools who don't belong to this era......"

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

Above the gray mist, the three crimson stars corresponding to "Justice", "Judgment", and "Moon" began to expand and contract, emitting light and creating ripples.

They merged into the crimson "tide" that already existed, causing the vibration of the entire mysterious space to intensify in an instant.

In the midst of the shock, the "tide" flooded the ancient and majestic palace, so that behind the eight seats on both sides of the bronze table, one mysterious symbol after another was lit up one after another.

This brings with it a new halo and a new concussion, accompanied by a buzzing sound.

At the top of the mottled table, the back of the seat belonging to the "Fool" also lit up, and the complex symbols composed of half a "twisted line" and half a "pupilless eye" continued to stretch outward, becoming layered and extremely three-dimensional.

The crimson "tide" was thus attracted, and a "figure" condensed on the high-backed chair of the "fool".

This "figure" is not stable enough, sometimes distorted, sometimes scattered, and it is difficult to truly take shape.

On the barren plains filled with gray and yellow mist, Crane paused slightly, and looked up at the lightning that swept through the air.

He immediately withdrew his gaze, carried a leather lantern, and followed behind Amun's side, deep into the boundless wasteland.

The more a man moves the king forward, the more ravines and depths of the ground become.

About ten minutes later, as another bolt of lightning pierced the sky, Klein saw a blue-black cyclops tens of meters tall hovering not far away.

His body was full of signs of decay and pus, his eyes were sunken, and he had lost his life at first sight.

But he was still wandering, and his body was filled with grayish-yellow gas, which intertwined into clouds in mid-air, creating fog in the wasteland.

The gray and yellow mist that shrouded this endless wilderness was actually brought by this blue and black giant!

"The youngest son of the Giant King Ormir, Bradl the 'God of Honor', who openly cursed my father, was punished, and wandered here forever, of course, he died in the 'Cataclysm', but he still did not find relief. Amon pointed to the blue-black cyclops and said with a smile, "If I hadn't stolen the corresponding damage, as long as you entered this plain, you would have been polluted by the mist produced by Bradel's death and become a wandering cursed." ”

Do I want to say thank you again? Crane suddenly had the feeling of walking straight into the myth.

Amon took him and continued on his way, soon approaching the blue-black cyclops.

Where the giant wandered, there was a very deep ravine, and lightning struck between them, and at the bottom of it loomed a thick, wide gray building.

Klein just glanced at it, and his eyelids twitched slightly, remembering the image he saw when he was divining "No Dark Cross".

If he's not mistaken, this should be the place where the ancient sun god, the creator of the Silver City, the father of Amon and Adam, came out!

That's what Amon said was safe enough?Klein's heart sank.

At this time, Amun, who was wearing a peaked soft hat monocle, walked to the edge of the ravine, turned his back to the gray and white building, opened his hands slightly, and said with a smile:

"This is the sacred place where my father has awakened, and it is a buried history that I want to explore.

"My father told me that there is a very old name here called ......"

In the light of the silver and white lightning that pierced the sky, Amun, who was dressed in a classical black robe, paused, opened his arms a little more, and said with a little solemnity:

"Chernobyl!"