Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 730 Error
“Amon!” Klein’s brows twitched, and then he reached out and pulled out a strange crown stained with blood and rust from the gap in history.

Boom!

A bolt of lightning stained with rust and blood appeared out of nowhere, carrying the meaning of conquest and harvest, like a red spear, pointing straight at the figure of Amon emerging in the starlight.

The red lightning solidified less than a meter away from Amon, and was then swallowed up by the darkness.

Klein didn't care how Amon resolved the attack he had inflicted. He held the strange crown that he had taken out from the pores of history and launched one attack after another that exerted the power of harvest and conquest, trying to delay Amon's promotion process as much as possible.

Red lightning kept striking and disappearing, as if caught in some strange loop.

On the island below, Roselle was like a shadow wandering between the rules, avoiding all eyes and coming to the brass book that kept turning pages.

As if sensing the danger, golden words began to appear on the brass book, modifying the underlying rules around it and placing itself in a certain absolute realm.

The next second, a pair of dark arms like shadows stretched out into this absolute domain constructed by rules.

It is like the shadow of order, the dark side of the rules. It is not bound by strict rules. It easily penetrates the obstacles and presses on the brass book that is still modifying the rules.

"This book is yours, and the authority of the 'Gate' is mine. How about that?" A gentle voice sounded abruptly from the side.

Russell turned his head in astonishment and looked at a huge rock on the right. A figure appeared on it without him noticing.

He is a white-skinned man wearing a black clergy robe with a silver cross hanging on his chest.

His hair was jet black, his eyes were pure gold, his facial features were deeply chiseled, his expression was gentle, his emotions were restrained, and he looked at Roselle with a hint of a smile.

"Long time no see, Russell Gustav, or can I call you Huang Tao?"

He said the last two words in Chinese, which sounded very difficult to pronounce, and one could tell at once that he was not an Oriental.

While Roselle was sizing up the figure that suddenly appeared, he forcefully closed the brass book that he was holding down.

Chains extending from the shadow of order emerged out of thin air and spread to the interior of the brass book. By creating chaos and distortion, they modified the laws that had been compiled inside, making the influence of the book on the surrounding area ineffective.

After doing all this, he chuckled and said:

"'True Creator'? Or 'Ancient Sun God'? What should I call you?"

"Also, even if you have mastered the power of the mind, you shouldn't be able to let me get close without you noticing."

The man in the black clergy robes replied with a gentle smile:

"You were too eager to pay attention to the book, so you reasonably overlooked some details."

"Whether it's 'True Creator' or 'Ancient Sun God', they are just names from the past. They are not enough to describe me now."

"You should now call me: the Lord who created everything, the omniscient and omnipotent God, the source of all greatness, the ruler of the vast starry sky."

"Hehe, I can see that you have always wanted to move in that direction."

Russell smiled, paused, and said thoughtfully:

"I'm curious, have you ever thought about this question? The God we once knew so well might actually exist, and your constant attempts to get closer to Him are probably a decision made under the influence of the unknown."

“Maybe, at some point, when you are close enough to Him, you become Him.”

His golden eyes were somewhat absent-minded, as if he was recalling the past. After a moment, he sighed and nodded:
"There were definitely some factors in this regard at the beginning, and things were really moving in this direction."

"Later, in order to solve this problem, I cooperated with the Night and helped them kill myself."

Russell smiled with an unclear expression and asked casually, "Then why do you continue to use this name?"

After a brief silence, He spoke calmly:

"My present name is: the Lord who created everything, the Lord behind the veil of shadows, the ruler of the spiritual world, the fallen self of all living beings."

With every sentence he spoke, his aura grew stronger. By the time he had fully revealed his identity, his level and strength had already surpassed that of Sequence 0.

"You guys are really insidious."

Realizing that the other party was just stalling for time, Russell casually complained, and his figure disappeared directly on the spot. The moment he got 0-02, he had silently replaced his original body with a substitute, replacing it with a re-made Black Emperor card.

In the sky where red lightning frequently fell, Roselle's figure suddenly emerged, as if he had emerged from another world with completely different underlying rules, making it difficult to predict and discover in advance.

"It's still a little unsafe to leave a Black Emperor card tainted with my aura in the hands of a sinister guy who has the power over corruption and the mind. I was too hasty this time, otherwise I would have had more and better responses."

After muttering a few words to himself, he looked up and met the gaze of Amon, whose figure gradually became clearer.

Chaos and distortion spread silently, and the bright starlight containing layers of illusory doors kept disappearing and reappearing.

Amon and Roselle fought over the characteristics, spirit, and pollution that belonged to Mr. "The Door".

Above the gray fog, Klein finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Roselle appear. He had been attacking Amon for a long time above the gray fog, but to no avail. This feeling was somewhat despairing.

Before Klein could feel happy, his vision suddenly distorted, as if an error that was difficult to correct had occurred.

At the same time, the whole world was filled with errors of all sizes, from the distance and scale measurement standards to the ideas that happened to come to mind, and the precision instruments and parts.
This error lasted for less than a second before everything returned to normal. If someone did specific data statistics, they would find that at that moment, the probability of accidents happening in the entire world was greatly increased.

As the errors that filled the surroundings disappeared, Amon, who was standing in the bright starlight, suddenly changed his appearance and turned into a man wearing a black clergy robe, with a gentle expression and restrained emotions.

The True Creator, revealing his true face, stared at Roselle and said the same words at the beginning again in a calm tone:

"0-02 is yours, and the authority of the 'Gate' is mine."

“.This.” Klein was stunned for a moment, and thoughts flooded through his mind. He roughly guessed what had just happened.

The Amon that he and Roselle stopped was actually the "real creator", and the real Amon had completed his deification ceremony in another place.

Russell also understood this. Looking at the figure in front of him who was still smiling warmly, he felt like he was being fooled.

He sighed deeply and said without any fluctuation in his tone:

"It seems that you, who have retrieved the first blasphemous slate, have become a true 'dreamer'. However, I always feel that your condition should not be so good."

"Is it worth making such a big sacrifice for a naughty child?"

The True Creator shook his head and said in a calm tone:
"As a father, you should be able to understand my decision."

Russell shook his head and said with a hint of sarcasm:
"I don't understand. After all, whether it's Bonois or Bernadette, they are both very cute children. They are different from your bad kid. They are worth my efforts."

The "True Creator" did not continue with this topic. His body turned into a shadow and merged into the dark and lightless "ocean", disappearing along with the projected "Sea of ​​Chaos".

Roselle raised his head and exchanged glances with Klein above the gray fog. He sighed helplessly:
"Both father and son are top-notch conspirators. Compared to them, Medici can only be a provocateur."

After a long silence, Klein asked, "What good suggestions do you have for digesting the Miracle Master's potion?"

Russell groaned and said without hesitation:

"It's simple. Just go to the astral realm and ask the gods to make a wish for you. Then, fulfill their wishes. This way, you will get the most feedback."

Satisfy the wishes of the gods? How dare you say that! Whether it is the River of Everlasting Darkness, the Mother Nest, or the Kingdom of Disorder, these are not things I can get.

Even if they lower their requirements, they certainly still hope to be able to annex adjacent channels. The goddesses have either already done it, or their opponents are too strong, so they can only huddle together for warmth.

While thinking, Klein heard Russell's voice again:
"For example, right now, I have a wish to remove the pollution from this book."

While speaking, Russell raised the book in his right hand that was completely covered by shadows.

"I'll try." After a moment of silence, Klein decided to make some attempts.

The Abraham family, the elders meeting initiated by Lawrence is discussing the matter about Mr. "Door".

Even though they knew that Mr. "Door" was most likely polluted and had major problems with his own condition, most of them still held out a glimmer of hope, believing that as long as they helped Mr. "Door" return and had a solid anchor, all problems would be solved, and the Abraham family would gradually regain the glory of the first angel family.

Their discussion had not yet come to a conclusion when a door outlined by pure starlight suddenly took shape. Rays of azure light descended from the other side of the door and landed in the conference room, quickly solidifying and transforming into various forms.

There are translucent keys with strange shapes, there are also bright flames burning quietly, there are also miniature starlight gates, crystal balls formed by insects, and crystal stones that are transparent to the point of being unreal.
(End of this chapter)