Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 122 Chapter 121 The Hermit, Ending
The thick book disappeared silently in front of Amon, as if it had never appeared.

Amon leaned back, a bright light flashing across his monocle.

He was trying to decipher the strange phenomenon that had just occurred.

But the sky seemed to be torn open, and the judgment of the judge and the lightning strike of the weather wizard were about to come!

The besieged 'Amon''s body began to disintegrate. The imaginary body could no longer support such a high-intensity battle, and the imaginary status and extraordinary power were about to disappear!

The parasitic Tang Youran looked at Amon, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a smile that Amon was somewhat familiar with.

That was an expression He Himself often made.

If the thief's unique path was not in his hands, Amon would have suspected for a moment that the other party would suddenly take out a monocle and wear it in his right eye socket.

"Well then, Amon, think about your last words."

A gentle breeze blew by.

Amon did not retreat but advanced, and the speed of the parasitic spirit increased. He wanted to completely replace Tang's fate in a short time!

But strangely, the mysterious servant in front of him did not resist his parasitism in any way.

"How much longer can you hold out? Such a high-intensity historical projection wouldn't last long. You stayed away from the battlefield because you needed to sustain the massive drain on your spiritual energy... And me, why do you think I would surrender?"

Staring at the mysterious attendant who turned around and looked at him, Amon smiled and asked word by word, "What did you just say, 'the future'? What is it?"

Tang just kept that smile and said, "I'll tell you after you die, because this is the 'future' you are about to face."

The Judge's Judgment and the Weathermancer's Thunderstrike are coming!

A black wave of death swept over, the black sun erupted again, countless layers of light gates unfolded, dusk had arrived, and the punishment rules of the 'Brass Book of Trunsost' were about to come into effect. The shadowy figure in the silk hat snapped his fingers, and the mercury snake in the sky spun again, trying to reverse Amon's parasitic process.

Amon raised his hand and pinched his crystal monocle. "I'm getting more and more curious, but these helpers of yours are indeed a bit annoying. Well, we need a quiet environment to have a good chat."

Suddenly, dark stone pillars rose from the ground all around, supporting a majestic church in an instant.

Every pillar and every dome of the church is inlaid with bones of different races, densely packed and extremely chaotically. Deep in the church, the hundred-meter-high cross is solemn and holy, silently gazing at Tang and Amon below.

Whether it was an attack from the true God or a lightning strike from the outside world, the restart of destiny was disturbed. In a very short period of time, they were excluded and could not enter this suddenly appeared church!

The combined blockade of Adam's fantasy and Amon's Time Worm temporarily blocked the outside world's view, and during this short period of time, "He" would completely replace the fate of the mysterious servant in front of him!

"The church is nice." Tang looked around and said from the bottom of his heart, "I like it."

Amon chuckled and was about to deepen the influence and steal the other party's ideas, but his brows suddenly frowned.

He...

"What, not going to try and steal my idea?"

Tang remained in the same position as he looked at Amon. "As you said, it's really tiring to pull out so many historical projections at once."

He clapped his hands and smiled at the Angel King in front of him. "So, from the very beginning, the moment you saw me pull out the projection, your biggest mistake was not running away immediately."

No way, no way, you don’t really think that the Book of the Dead just disappeared inexplicably, right?

"So, what exactly is the 'future'? Please experience it carefully, Son of the Creator, the embodiment of mischief and deception, Sequence 1 Angel King, Amon."

The next moment, something strange appeared on Amon's monocle.

what is that?
"As a top cryptographer, uncovering secrets and exploring the unknown is what you have always done."

'And in the world of mysticism, understanding things that cannot be understood by ordinary people and observing things that are ignored are also dangerous.'

A voice sounded in Amon's mind.

The surroundings suddenly became dark. Amon looked at the surrounding environment, reached out his hand and subconsciously pinched the monocle in his right eye socket.

But He missed.

Amon's hand paused.

At this moment, the surroundings gradually became brighter.

But that was not the interior of the Church of Bones, nor was it the raging sea beneath the gray fog.

It was pure white.

A breeze blew, Amon stretched out his hand, and wanted to do something but suddenly stopped again.

As an angel king, He forgot how to steal the power of this space.

"The knowledge contained in Beyonder characteristics is the most fundamental and safest channel for Beyonders to understand themselves and the Beyonder power contained in potions."

The voice sounded again, very soft, without any offensive power, just like the wind he had just touched, the wind gently blew over his eyebrows and head, without taking anything away.

But it took away something that Amon subconsciously felt was important.

Amon stretched out his hand to catch the wind, but how could the wind be caught?

The pure white surrounding him seemed endless. It was quiet, incredibly quiet. Amon stood there, surveying his surroundings. Suddenly, his voice still contained a smile, but a deep sense of wariness, one that even he himself hadn't noticed, lingered in his voice: "Knowledge."

The breeze paused, then continued to flow slowly.

'You are very clever.'

The pure white space around him collapsed, and the visual image created by the dense layers of characters and words arranged in an incomprehensible way.

Beyond the pure white space is a distorted world.

Amon was located on a small island floating in the black void.

There are countless small islands of various shapes and sizes around, flickering and disappearing. They are either moving away, or colliding with each other, accommodating each other, and then merging into larger islands, or completely disappearing into the void.

Anyone who decrypts those islands will suffer backlash, and anyone who knows about them will be destroyed.

"This world always contains things that are difficult and incomprehensible to Extraordinary people. They are the keynote of this world, the embodiment of its essence. From the moment they appear, they represent something that must never be discovered, because this kind of cognition itself is part of the pollution."

'For example, the starry sky.'

In the world of nothingness, there is only a dazzling starry sky. It is a sea of ​​stars composed of countless stars. Countless first-magnitude stars are spread across the Milky Way, which can make people fall in love with it at first sight.

"Things that are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, that exist but gradually disappear over time, are all within the reach of my authority."

'Welcome to my kingdom, Amon.'

Peeping Secrets Path, Sequence 0, Hermit.

The embodiment of spirituality and numerology, a sage of hidden knowledge.

It is a god walking in the world, it is the embodiment of crazy knowledge, it is the knowledge itself that cannot be interpreted, cannot be peeped, cannot be surpassed, and can never be approached!
It was an invisible figure, walking between countless islands that hid the world's forbidden knowledge.

He walked silently behind Amon. Amon did not look back. One after another, the Time Worms emerged from His body.

But after those time worms left Amon's body, they slowly disappeared, turning into abstract mystical symbols and blending into the surrounding islands.

"Remember everything you saw after the fall of Sefirah Castle?" "I'm glad you've been trying to decipher it. A cautious person will always try to understand their situation and want to master it."

"You showed up at that time?"

'Yes and no.'

"Once knowledge is spread, it represents the spread of power, even if it is something that is not threatening... Amon, I think you know the limits of a god very well."

Even the most ordinary things, like the fact that Amon first encountered that 'I am facing Pallez Zoroast and the unknown mysterious servant', when Amon understood this, this 'knowledge' had already tied the first knot in the big net to catch Him.

Then came the second, and third, impenetrable nets that silently enveloped Amon under the actions of the mysterious attendant. Then, the incarnation of knowledge plunged headfirst into the 'catalog' represented by a Sequence 1 Angel King to perform deletion and concealment operations.

His existence is like the wind, invisible and intangible, existing behind Amon without any dependence.

He slowly and methodically hid the extraordinary knowledge of the Sequence 9 thief, and then began to hide the language of the Sequence 8 fraudster.

Amon was unable to speak.

"Beyond characteristics can provide mystical assistance to Beyonders, allowing them to understand the characteristics of their own sequences and the spells and spell-like abilities they possess. This is the ability inherent to Beyonders and is difficult to be interfered with by external forces."

He said.

Amon continued to try to split the Worm of Time, but every time it split, a symbol representing the thief's path, the Angel's mysticism, floated out of Amon's body, dispersed in all directions, and disappeared into the islands in the void.

Hiding knowledge is the specialty of hermits.

Amon struggled for a while and then stopped.

He turned around and looked at the empty island behind him.

"I never expected that the Hidden Sage would be used as the main ingredient for potions in the future."

He pieced together the truth from Tang's fragments, and the sound turned into symbols, appearing before him.

He himself was torn apart.

He finally understood where so many Sequence 1s, some of which he had never heard of, came from.

"The historical projection pulled from the future, that mysterious attendant..." Amon's expression changed, and the smile on his lips faded. "The Lord of Mysteries?"

'No, it's just a partnership.'

A disembodied voice rang out from within Amon's mind.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll tell you these things? Being too arrogant isn't a good habit; it can lead to disaster," Amon said.

"I think you still don't understand the connection between my authority and the 'future'."

The island where Amon was suddenly moving.

Amon looked down and saw that he was standing in the eye of a huge creature.

This is a simple kingdom of God built with the crazy knowledge contained in the Book of the Dead. All the knowledge is rapidly taking shape under the influence of the extraordinary power of the mysterious reappearance of the "Mystic".

Amon was pulled into this world, a world shaped by the power of the gods. The ingenious trap made him fall headfirst, unable to get up again.

Under the gray fog, inside the Church of Corpses.

Amon stopped where he was, the parasitic process had stopped.

His entire body was becoming transparent little by little, as if his existence was being erased by an invisible eraser.

The Hermit's authority is gradually erasing the mystical symbols of this Sequence 1 Angel King, erasing the knowledge he represents, and erasing his various influences on the lower-sequence knowledge levels of this path.

In short, all of His 'knowledge' was hidden away and became a secret part of Him.

Tang looked up at the ceiling above his head, as if he was looking into the eyes of another being in this way.

After watching for a while, Tang looked away and said, "Okay, it's time to end."

He ignored Amon, whose fate had become a foregone conclusion.

He clasped his fingers together, lowered his brows, and murmured a prayer in a language that did not belong to any current language.

"The master of the highest dimension and distorted space-time."

Above the Church of the Corpses.

"You are the distant gaze of deep space and the Red Sea."

The yellow-orange setting sun and the thunder and lightning quickly dissipated, revealing an unobstructed sky full of stars.

"You are the immortal guardian of the eternal starry sky."

"I pray you look upon me."

The countless stars seemed to have turned into eyes, and those countless eyes cast their gazes towards the Church of the Corpses without any emotion.

"I ask you to accept His offering."

In the Church of Bones, under the gaze of the starry sky, strange symbols appeared.

It symbolizes the curved surface of space, the twisted line of time, and the eye of nothingness that watches.

They come together to form a new occult symbol.

Those symbols caused the Church of Bones to collapse suddenly, and symbols appeared on Amon, who was constantly fading into nothingness and being erased!

“Please open the gates of your kingdom.”

The roar of nothingness exploded. It was the sound of layers of space overlapping with the real world. It was the picture of Euclidean space overlapping with the real world!
The Bone Church no longer had the strength to suppress the terrible pressure from the outside world. It completely collapsed, countless white bones fell into the sea, the cross was shattered, and the building disappeared bit by bit, no longer as pure and sacred as it once was.

pat-

A monocle carved from crystal fell, and a crystal column formed by the combination of light and shadow, with the extraordinary characteristics of the rapidly swimming and wandering time worms inside, floated in the ever-illusory corpse church, emitting an indescribable light.

The figure wearing a silk top hat picked up the two magical items and handed them to Tang.

The starry sky above gradually dissipated, and the gray mist remained unchanged, but it began to thin.

The mercury snake in the sky gradually immersed itself in the mist of history. One after another, phantoms left the scene, vanishing from the place where they had existed and returning to the mist of history.

The figure in front of Tang wearing a silk top hat also began to fade. He glanced at the sky, and muttered something as if he was thinking of something, and finally disappeared into nothingness.

"It doesn't matter who you work for." Tang shrugged.

The gray-white fog was rapidly dissipating, and the power from the authority of the Lord of Mystery that completely blocked the inside and outside was also disappearing.

"Then what remains is—"

Tang looked at the old man not far away, took out a monocle, and put it on his right eye socket.

"Hi, Pales."

Grandpa:……?
(End of this chapter)