Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 689 Amon Arrives
For three consecutive times, Klein summoned nothing. On the fourth time, he finally felt like he was going to succeed, but the next second he caught nothing.

Then he saw Amon stretch out his hand and drag out a very familiar figure from the void, but then He made that figure disappear in less than a blink of an eye.

He directly stole the historical projection that I summoned. This is too much. He is not a clone, but Amon's real body!

Just as the thought was about to occur, he heard Amon's voice:
"It's not convenient for 'Night' to descend now. That reckless man is injured again. Isn't it normal for my real body to come to Backlund?"

Klein swallowed his saliva and said nothing. He could only pray silently in his heart that someone would soon notice that something was wrong with him.

The goddess should have known about this, but as Amon said, it is not convenient for the goddess to descend now. Ms. Arianna and Al are just historical projections. Under my influence, the power they can exert is limited.
The more he thought about his situation, the more desperate Klein felt.

"how did you find me?"

While trying to talk to Amon and delay time, he lifted the maintenance of Renekton's historical projection. This would let the other party know that he had encountered a problem, and also allow Zaratul to come quickly and form a tug of war with Amon.

Amon raised his hand and pressed the monocle on his right eye, and said in a leisurely tone:

"You don't need to be so roundabout. You can try to escape and resist. The longer you are in contact with me, the more things will disappear from you, from a thought to an extraordinary ability, to a destiny, and then to Sefirah Castle. Give me enough time, and I can steal all existing things or concepts."

Klein's face darkened. He didn't know how true Amon's words were, but it was definitely true that he could steal his thoughts and extraordinary abilities. While he was talking, he had already lost several extraordinary abilities, including "controlling fire", "breathing underwater", and "using paper as soldiers".

This is scarier than Pales. If He hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have noticed it at all, and I wouldn't have even thought about it in this direction. Is this the idea of ​​stealing? How scary!
"You really do know Pales. I should have played with him for a while longer. I might have found you earlier."

While Amon was speaking, Klein tried to swap positions with the newly transformed puppets around him, but no matter how he moved, he could never get away from Amon within two meters.

It seemed that every time he exchanged positions with the secret doll, he was deceived by Amon and switched to his original position, making him unable to leave the original place.

He tried to jump into flames, but he had lost the ability to ignite flames. The projections he pulled out from the gaps in history were always stolen by Amon as soon as they were successful.

Silently, the surrounding light suddenly dimmed a little, and Arianna's figure appeared not far away. After encountering Amon, Klein had been maintaining this historical projection, hoping that the goddess could help him indirectly.

Following closely behind him was an old man wearing a black robe with a hood, his eyes were as dark as the lightless water, and he had long and thick white beard on his face.

As soon as the old man appeared, he whispered in Giant language:
"I make a wish"

The surrounding space and time suddenly distorted, as if arriving in the starry sky, completely isolated from the outside world, even information could not be exchanged.

This is the kingdom of God. No, it should be just the prototype of the kingdom of God. Can the wish of the "miracle worker" be used in this way?
Klein looked around in astonishment. The mysterious realm also covered him, making it difficult for him to escape. He could only try to reduce his presence and look for the right opportunity.

As soon as the old man appeared, he recognized the other party, Zaratul, who had ambushed him in the mist of history just now. The other party's aura was very conspicuous.

As a qualified "fortune teller", Zaratul who appears here must not be his real body, so I can't go to the historical fog now, otherwise I will deliver food to Zaratul. Why didn't I think of the historical fog just now, Amon, how much of my thoughts has been stolen by Him?
While Klein was thinking, he saw three familiar figures appear beside Zaratul. They were Roselle from the Great Emperor era, William Augustus I, the founder of Loen, and the "Evil God" Sua.

The historical projection summoned by Zaratul is more real than the one I summoned, or in other words, the power and characteristics it contains are more comprehensive.

While Klein was thinking, Arianna reached out and pulled out a bone sword covered with strange patterns from the depths of the darkness. The deep darkness surged behind him like a tide, quickly approaching Amon from behind.

Under the siege of multiple angel-level historical projections, Amon remained calm and leisurely pinched the monocle on his right eye.

Above His head, the shadow of an ancient, mottled, stone-carved wall clock appeared.

The pointer on the virtual wall clock moved one notch clockwise, and a deep and melodious bell sounded instantly.

Boom!
An indescribable invisible torrent emerged, as if it had come from across the long history, sweeping away everything around it in an instant.

Silently, everything around disappeared, whether it was the historical projection of Arianna that Klein had summoned before, or Zaratul and the historical projection he summoned, they all disappeared.

Amon looked at Klein with ease and said with a smile:

"To deal with something that has obvious limitations, all you have to do is steal the time it has to exist."

The extremely polluting mumbling made Klein lose all his thoughts for a moment.

Inside the completely collapsed Ruins No. 1 of George III, streams of information emerged out of thin air and quickly reconstructed Bernadette's body.

She opened the door of the mausoleum through the ability temporarily granted by the "Hidden Sage", ready to reclaim the characteristics and uniqueness of George III. After Amon and the hidden angel left, she was not the only one who came to the mausoleum, but also Hermes, the "Insighter" who had behaved very strangely in the melee just now.

Noticing Bernadette's arrival, the angel in the spiritual realm did not change his expression, and spoke in a gentle tone:

"So it's you. When we were in that organization, I was quite familiar with your father. He was a very nice and interesting person, except that he was too curious and had bad luck."

"I've come into contact with the Hidden Sage before. You have his aura on you. It's so obvious, it's like he's telling me on purpose."

After a pause, He smiled and said, "Do you want to take away the characteristics of George III?"

Bernadette nodded slightly, looking calmly at Hermes in front of her, waiting for the other party's next words.

Hermes tentatively suggested, "How about we each take a portion? This place is not suitable for staying or fighting for too long."

"Okay." Bernadette nodded calmly.

Her goal was clear, to take away the uniqueness of the "Black Emperor", which could help her father resurrect faster. As long as she had the uniqueness, the remaining three copies of Sequence 1 extraordinary characteristics would spontaneously converge.

As soon as she finished speaking, a ball of slowly rotating star sand quickly formed in the palm of her right hand.

Stars emerged one after another, densely packed and dazzling.

These stars floated around, casting one brilliant ray after another, converging into a magnificent pillar of light, which enveloped the pool of black mud formed by the collapse of George III, causing it to dissolve under the starlight and quickly collapse and dissipate.

Hermes' eyes turned into pale gold vertical pupils, and the whimpering, almost roaring sound of the wind echoed around him, seeming to come from reality, and also seemed to come from fantasy.

This voice, with its strong will, constantly strikes and weakens the remaining crazy spirit in the "mud".

Gradually, the pure and clear starlight around became more and more golden, becoming more and more intense and brighter.

After the collapse of George III, dark red spots of light continued to emerge from the "mud", becoming more and more numerous, almost filling the entire ground of the mausoleum.

At some point, something abstract separated from the mud.

Bernadette's figure instantly faded and decomposed into waves of pure and complex information, surging rapidly and setting off an information storm in the mausoleum.

A large amount of complex information flooded into Hermes' mind, causing him to lose consciousness for a moment. When he came to his senses, Bernadette had already left.

Looking around, Hermes whispered, "Take away the uniqueness."

While speaking, He exerted influence on the residual mental imprint within the separated Beyonder characteristics, speeding up the aggregation of the characteristics.

Almost at the same time as the characteristics converged, he saw William Augustus I, who was not in good condition, coming to the mausoleum.

The sound of the violent wind suddenly became violent, and an invisible and transparent breath fell towards William Augustus I.

Without caring whether his attack hit or not, Hermes' body swelled and turned into a gray-white dragon, entering the spiritual world with some of its characteristics.

After Hermes left, William Augustus I came to the body of George III with a numb expression and swallowed the mud into his stomach mouthful by mouthful.

A dark red light slowly flowed out of His originally azure eyes, and His aura became increasingly majestic, chaotic, and distorted, as if He was on the brink of madness.

In the lower reaches of the Tussock River, Amon took back all of his clones that were scattered around, and the aura of "His" became more and more unfathomable.

Glancing in Backlund's direction, Amon chuckled and said:

"Zaratul doesn't even dare to come here in person. As expected, you 'fortune tellers' are all a bunch of cowards. If you don't divine in advance, you won't even know whether you should take the left or right foot first when you go out."

"You don't have to wait. With me by your side, your messenger won't be able to detect any problems. The same goes for the 'Archon of Death.' Dark Night has already made a move once, and He won't risk making a move from a distance again."

As He spoke, Klein's body followed uncontrollably behind him, and the two of them quickly disappeared from the spot.

(End of this chapter)