Mystery: She came from the Chaos Sea

Chapter 81 Pollution and Recovery

Amon was certain that the object of his attachment had been clear since his birth, and that was only the human woman Hermione.

Because of this attachment, He even swallowed up a spiritual clone of this woman.

To be able to give birth to such a unique being as Him, Hermione must have something special about her.

But what is this special thing... The current clues cannot support Amon's various speculations.

Could it be that I, this emotionally twisted and foolish mother, was originally a deity holding the wrong authority, and ended up accidentally eliminating uniqueness when creating life and eliminating mixed characteristics like the "Vampire Ancestor" Lilith did...

Amon was quite bored and had wild thoughts in an outrageous direction. The smile on his face even became more exaggerated.

"You are thinking of something rude..." Hermione sighed at this.

Amon restrained his smile and said in surprise, "My status is obviously higher than yours. Can you see through my heart?"

Hermione raised an eyebrow and said, "It's not about ability... Your presumptuous and disrespectful thoughts are clearly visible on your face, almost like 'I want to have fun' is clearly written on your face."

Amon smiled brightly again when he heard this and said, "Sorry, Mom, I was just thinking of something happy."

The smile on Hermione's face froze a little, and she couldn't help but think that when she became a god, she would definitely get rid of this naughty child...

Thinking of this, Hermione suddenly reacted, and a holy profile covered her face, and then all the thoughts and ideas in his mind disappeared.

At this moment, the only thing in my mind is fanatical, pious and pure praise for the "Sun God".

Amon, who had stolen several such fanatical ideas in a row, looked disgusted as if he had accidentally eaten a small fly, and even leaned over to vomit.

"Oh my god, could you please stop being so enthusiastic..."

Then Amon stood up, looked at Hermione meaningfully, and said, "But... you are worthy of being my mother. You have great ambitions."

At this moment, a dim light descended from the dome and enveloped Amon, who looked like a giant girl.

Amon, disturbed by the power of dusk, found that he could no longer steal the thoughts of others.

It was the "Lord of Dusk" who took action.

Amon took out a small monocle from his pocket with some regret.

His giant body quickly shrank, and by the time he put the monocle on his right eye, he had completely transformed back into the appearance of a human girl.

Amon stood in the dusk, face to face with Hermione.

The extremely similar faces shone in harmony with each other.

Hermione raised an eyebrow and asked, "When did you become your true form?"

Amon pushed the monocle on his right eye and smiled, "When I think about happy things... I'm also filial. You seem to be hiding a lot of secrets in your heart, and I want to share your worries."

Amon's way of sharing worries is really unacceptable.

Amon was about to say something, but at this moment, his consciousness was suddenly grabbed by an unknown gravitational force. After passing through layers of shadow curtains, Amon saw that he was already standing on the Pillar of Error.

It is a mandatory summons from the "Sun God".

A cold and melodious voice rang out from the Star Pillar: "Did you enjoy yourself in my temple?" Faced with Amanesis' question, Amon instantly looked aggrieved. He replied softly, "You must understand how I feel about reuniting with my mother."

Hermione, standing on the Sun Pillar, was amazed by Amon's amazing face-changing skills.

But, let’s not meet again…

There is no such thing as a rebellious girl who thinks about stealing her mother's ideas every day.

Hermione, restraining all her emotions, asked in a calm voice without any fluctuations, "Amon, how are you preparing for the Demon Wolf Tribe's plan?"

Mentioning this, Amon spread his hands and said:

"Great 'Sun God,' unfortunately, the Wolf King has fled to Liveseyd. As you reminded, we must wait for the Wolf King's return before taking action."

Amon grinned and said, "Or we can take a gamble and bet that the 'Imagination Dragon' can't appease the mad wolf."

This is not gambling, this is pure gift.

Hermione understood the power of the Visionary. She said calmly, "Don't be impatient. Wait for the right time."

……

In the majestic and ancient palace.

A gray-white dragon opened its eyes.

Within the massive shadow cast by the light, a swirling mass of darkness condensed, and a suppressed, frantic voice rang out from it:
"Angelwede, here I come."

The eyes of the "Imagination Dragon" Angerwede were slightly golden. He looked at the pitch-black demonic wolf body that had condensed from the darkness, and at the countless slippery tentacles that extended from the demonic wolf body. He smiled gently and said:
"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Fragra."

"I know what you're thinking, Angerwede." The demon wolf, who was hard to tell whether he was sane or mad, gazed at the gray-white dragon in the palace with his dark eyes. "You want to study the source of this gray mist around me."

A piece of tentacle covered with mist was torn apart by the magic wolf and thrown at the feet of the dragon. The tentacles seemed to have self-awareness and wanted to slip away, but at this moment, the dragon's leather-covered wings pressed down on it with a slow but fast movement.

The figure of the demon wolf gradually pulled out a hooded cloak.

But there was nothing beneath the cloak. Only countless worm-infested tentacles poked in and out of the hood, seemingly connected to the spirit world. The demon wolf's voice came from under the cloak: "I hope you can figure it out... But now, you must first tell me, what is above the gods?!"

The gray-white dragon remained calm and gentle. He first observed the form and appearance of the demon wolf, then slowly said, "Of course, Fregola, my ally. I will tell you everything I know. But is your current appearance the result of being affected by that thing?"

The demon wolf's voice was filled with deep fear, endless madness, and a hint of terror:
"Yes, I once thought these were all dreams, but now even my form is changing without my control... I can feel myself becoming unlike myself... It's as if another me is manipulating all this."

As these words were spoken, a huge evil thought emanated from the cloaked body of the Demon Wolf. These evil thoughts, like black mist, corroded the palace in the blink of an eye and tried to spread outside the palace.

But the eroded palace was recovering itself, and the overflowing evil thoughts were gathered by invisible hands, and could not leak out from the palace at all.

The dragon's deep and steady voice rang out: "Relax, Fregola, trust me. I am the only one who can help you."

"You are the 'Destruction Wolf', you are the 'King of the Wolf'."

As the dragon spoke, the body of the demon wolf subtly changed. Its posture changed from a cloak of tentacles to the shape of an eight-legged demon wolf.

(End of this chapter)