Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

Chapter 640 God and Believers
It crouched low, gently closed its pointed front paws with poisonous stingers, and then waved them as if threading a needle, swinging them swiftly and steadily. It had repeated this action engraved into its instinct thousands of times, praying to its god over and over again.

But no matter how much time passed, neither the gods nor the river of fate gave any response. No connected threads were pulled out from the void, and only the mark on the back of the abdomen lit up slightly.

In the spider's compound eyes, what is reflected is a corridor constructed of countless winding mirrors. It has been trying to escape from here, but every time it will be directed to the origin. The seemingly boundless passage is actually a virtual image presented by the mirror.

It can't even weave any threads, and can't construct a road to its "home" - after all, the fate that runs through here doesn't flow to anywhere, and can't be absorbed by the believers of the goddess of fate, but simply stagnates.

Pray, and then look for an exit. The believers outside the barrier keep repeating monotonous actions. Their wisdom relies more on the future fed back by fate. The biological instinct has become the main body of perception and consciousness. Of course, it is more of a fear of the current predicament.

Even though it cannot know its own fate, the shadow of destruction has been surrounding it like a shadow, prompting it to pray to its own god or the river of fate more and more frequently.

This is also the instinct that most of the believers of the alien gods who have infiltrated the earth have when they feel threatened. They seek the attention of their respective "gods" and guide more power into the barrier.

The prayer was not answered, and the spider continued to wander on the mirror, circling back to its starting point again and again.

Then continue to pray to your own gods for guidance.

It did not even care how many times it had prayed. The action engraved into its spirit and integrated into all its memories had become part of its survival instinct, just like walking, eating, and hunting. Its effectiveness would not be questioned. Over an unknown period of time, the spider's movements became increasingly slow, and the frequent calls of its spirit were also consuming its physical strength, but there was no prey here to supplement it.

Its footsteps scraped across the flawless mirror surface, and it finally stopped in a corner, curling up its body.

Waiting is also a common process when ambushing prey, and it also retains the corresponding patience. If fate wants to save itself, it will always change at some point.

I don't know how long this patience lasted. After a faint sound, the spider suddenly trembled, then rubbed its front paws, causing the spiked triangular pattern on its back to emit light.

A distant and gentle sigh was heard.

The moment it heard the sound, the spider ran towards a certain direction with all its might. What it caught was not the sound, but a familiar and friendly breath.

For example, a river flows towards the sea, which is a natural direction, and believers will be unconditionally attracted by the aura emitted by the gods.

"Yes, even if it's fake..."

Even though he could not understand the language used by the "God", the compassionate tone in his voice instantly aroused his intuitive sense of vigilance - the tortuous response of fate, after this sigh, finally touched his believers.

A gap appeared in the enclosed space, but the spider did not rush to escape from there. Instead, it quickly flipped on its toes, trying to open up a shortcut leading to its "home".

As if all the accumulated prayers had been rewarded, good luck favored this timid escaper, until it rubbed out a thin and steady line of light, and then stepped on it, and its figure faded as it continued to move forward.

The space surrounded by the mirrors gradually collapsed, as if they were really just ordinary mirrors, shattering rapidly because of the cracked channel. The figure of the spider disappeared from reality, but was reflected from time to time in the corners of the mirror wall fragments, and finally merged into the faint light at the end of the filament, as if it had disappeared out of thin air.

Amon tapped the scattered crystals lightly, and the mess of fragments was hidden by Him. His words sounded a bit dissatisfied: "If you hadn't disturbed it just now, the matter would have been resolved long ago."

It was normal for Amon to be dissatisfied - He did not think that this mythical creature with questionable IQ could see through his "fraud", not to mention that the aura on Esther was originally the same as in the past, so it was impossible for the little spider to see through it.

Yun Que's eyes moved around, and no one knew what he was looking at: "I didn't mean to..."

"No?" Amon raised his voice slightly.

"Um……"

After two seconds of silence, Esther changed the subject abruptly: "Let's not talk about this anymore. Next, well, since this is the ending of the dream, I have to solve it myself."

"Do you like keeping secrets so much?" Amon did not hide his resentment. "I have helped you so many times. Don't you deserve a little more trust in me?"

Skylark was so scared that he jumped up from Amon's hand, and while hovering above His head, he muttered: "I am just very weak now, but it doesn't mean I don't have a brain... If I trust you unconditionally, that would be the most terrifying thing!"

After saying these words, as if unwilling to hear Amon's response, the skylark dived with a melodious cry, and fell into the golden sea in front of Amon, as if taking some self-destructive action - but Amon had been carefully observing the movements of the skylark. Even though the skylark had left the range of "sight", Amon knew that the range where Esther had actually dived was the light reflected on the sea surface.

For her, entering the dream from reality only requires a spiritual transfer point... Even without extraordinary characteristics, she can do this.

The splashing water did not touch the soft tips of the lark's outspread feathers,
Just like a snail that leaves behind a wet track after crawling, Skylark no longer has the extra energy to clear the traces it left behind, but Amon stayed where he was, gazing at the sea with a smile, but did not really take the opportunity to follow.

Even though Amon did not have a spiritual intuition that was good at "divination", he felt some extremely dangerous warning signs when he was thinking deeply about what Esther was about to do. If he really used other Beyonder characteristics to do divination, he would definitely get a very terrible result. He just hoped that nothing serious would happen now - it was really strange that He would think this way because of others one day?

Amon held onto the monocle and continued to communicate with the clone that remained on the skylark feather, using it as a springboard to isolate any contamination from spreading, and observed where Esther was going.

"I just don't want my next plan to be ruined. After all, you owe me this, and such an opportunity is not easy to seize..."

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Of course Esther did it on purpose. Even if that trace of sympathy was real, she would not reveal a flaw at the critical moment.

Perhaps Amon also noticed Esther's little action. After all, the one who really gave the spider the "revelation" was not the real Old One from outside the barrier, but this powerless bird.

The place where the old gods once fell is always farther away from the barrier. Even if there are many powers infiltrating, not many followers dare to approach here, as that will only lead to their destruction by the remaining power.

Although the followers outside the barrier of faith do not have extraordinary characteristics, the way they obtain extraordinary abilities is more special. The gift of divinity is too conspicuous and will become a target of direct destruction.

There is also a way to circumvent this, which is what Esther guided the spider to do - she wanted it to build a "bridge" between reality and the spirit world to the dreamland. To build this passage from scratch, Esther alone could not do it. She was even hesitant to ask Amon to help. It was almost impossible for a creature that was not accepted by the long river of fate to do this.

However, on this golden ocean, the dreamland was also torn apart, and a more magnificent dream separated the gaps between the worlds.

According to Amon's previous explanation, this believer had been hiding at the place where Dazhibog fell, but it only dared to hide at the edge of dreams in the dark night with that little luck, and then weaved traps under the cover of dreams and hunted passing ships. It was unknown how many years it had been hiding here.

But the "revelation" given by Esther was not to lead to a dreamland, but to sneak into a place that should not be disturbed.

The real end point of this "bridge" is chaos - and not even just the aftermath of the sea of ​​chaos.

An absolute dead end. Without enough luck, even a true god could fall from contact with the chaos. They were always very careful in maintaining their sanity. Sometimes Esther couldn't help wondering if the fall of Dazhibog had left a shadow on those high-ranking people.

It is for this reason that this ocean, which should have been swept away long ago, has been allowed to remain undisturbed to this day, becoming the "border of the world" in the minds of ordinary people, completely isolating the two continents.

But Esther was different. She was not as fearful of the end of Chaos as they were. Instead, she felt close to it because she had been watching the changes in fate, just like a bird that had hatched from its shell would no longer be afraid of its own eggs - of course, it could also be that in comparison, she was more afraid of other existences.

However, the guide that Esther chose knew nothing about this.

The originally mixed colors of the spirit world around him gradually became turbid and dark, and even the vague dream that was originally revealed no longer reappeared.

The runner sank into the silent and dead sea without any hesitation. The eight slender spider legs clung tightly to the thin thread, sending his life to the end quickly. He had no doubts about the help of the "god". Such a firm and blind faith made Esther sigh secretly again.

What a good, good believer.

But before it turned into a mythical creature, it shouldn't have looked like this, right? Its current form, with its sanity worn away during its long life, and its remaining instincts of prayer and hunting, is it really a "gift from God" or a curse?
The bridge continued to connect forward, and this was enough. Esther let out a gentle chirp, and the spider seemed to finally realize its current situation. It blankly followed inertia and took a few steps forward before stopping.

It turned around in confusion, just in time to see the skylark approaching along the filament, its purple-black compound eyes reflecting the light on the skylark.

Is that the Lord who calls it? Of course it is, how could it not be?

The skylarks began to sing again, swooping down towards the bewildered believers.

No, that must not be the case. It is another very strange existence - no matter how similar they are, there is an unignorable sense of incongruity.

The contradictory cognition and the sudden fear made the spider tremble slightly. It raised its body subconsciously to guard against the impending attack, which it instinctively thought the other party would do.

However, the lark landed a little further off. The bird pecked at the seemingly thin spider silk and easily broke it.

The darkness that originally surrounded the surroundings suddenly rolled up, shedding its outer skin to reveal the mixed colors underneath, as if it had been waiting for this moment to swallow up the visitor who shouldn't have arrived here.

The skylark was faster than the stunned spider, and Esther landed directly on top of it, making sure she had a firm grip on the poor believer, and fell down with her into the secrets hidden in the tangled waves.

Fake corpse.

You should fake your death more often.