The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

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The purpose of this starry sky evil god coming to this world is to obtain source essence and high-level characteristics that are close to itself and can be accommodated.

Now it seems.

He has already done it.

Ugh--

I am still worrying about becoming a god.

Others are already eyeing higher realms.

It's true that people have to die when compared with others, and goods have to be thrown away when comparing goods.

Amon’s mentality now is just like the only son of the richest man in a small town meeting the richest man in the world.

Under the dimensionality reduction attack, there is no room for arrogance.

It's good enough to keep your mentality intact.

Amon took a deep breath.

At the cost of removing most of the Time Worms from his body, he finally got rid of the source contamination.

Jon gave an appropriately encouraging, "Not bad."

Then he collected the contaminated time worms in front of Amon.

Amon:!!!

What's the difference between this and picking up the underwear a girl has just taken off and putting it in your pocket in front of her?

and many more.

My way of thinking.

Damn it, when did this guy put the idea of 'I am a woman' in my head?

Ignore Amon's brainstorm.

Jon stretched out his hand and tore through the space, bringing the two of them to the interior of the Bansi Post Office.

The scene at the post office was a hundred times more horrible than that at the restaurant.

Everywhere there were wriggling flesh and mumbling monsters.

Amon was afraid of being contaminated by the aura of disaster that was higher in status than himself, so he stuck close to Jon and didn't dare to move away even a step.

Jon patted Amon's back just right and flicked the strap of his underwear.

Snapped--

The sudden muffled sound is extremely obvious in such an environment.

Amon was about to explode.

What the hell are you doing? If you want me dead, just tell me!

"This is a test, a test of going from Amon to Ameng. Think about it, if you can tolerate such pollution, does it mean that you can accommodate the source behind it, the city of disaster?"

Jon whispered in Amon's ear like a devil, "When we first met, I told you that I really like you. Although I don't support you becoming the Lord of Mysteries, you can definitely become one of the other Old Ones."

"From what I understand, you have a copy of the Red Priest's Sequence 1 Beyonder Characteristics."

"What a coincidence. I also have a copy of the Beyonder characteristics and uniqueness of Sequence 1 of the Witch."

"Think about it carefully. Do you want to fight for the fruitless Lord of Mysteries, or become the new Scourge of Destruction with my support?"

I also have the possibility of becoming the old days.

This……

Amon's thoughts froze.

to be frank.

He was really afraid of the evil star god in front of him.

As long as he can't get the other party's support, he will never be able to compete with that lucky boy Klein Moretti.

"Destroy the Disaster"

The old days of the 'Witch' and the 'Red Priest'?

That sounds really good.

Chapter 625 Amon's Choice

Don’t go to Tsinghua University, go to Peking University.

Or, don't marry this long-legged queen, marry this soft and cute loli...

of course.

If it is the second case.

Our country currently has a complete set of criminal laws.

cough cough.

Anyway, hearing that he still had the possibility of becoming an Old One, Amon, who was not even Sequence 0, was shaken.

Even though he knew that the other party was trying to trick him into jumping out of the trap in order to give up the extraordinary and uniqueness of the 'mistake'.

but……

That's the source.

A city of disaster on the same level as Sefirah Castle!

I work myself to death.

You have to worry about offending people and being polluted.

What is the picture?

Isn't this a possibility towards greatness?

And now.

The opportunity is before me.

Amon thought to himself, and his breathing became heavier.

When Qiao En saw it, he smiled softly: "Are you moved?"

Amon said nothing.

But on second thought, there is no point in pretending to be profound in front of a true God who can see through people's hearts.

So he nodded decisively, "Yes."

After a pause, he continued: "No one can resist being moved in front of the source essence."

"The City of Disaster... the hidden fourth pillar." Jon licked his lips. "That is the opportunity to restart the universe."

"Ah?" Hearing this, Amon was a little overwhelmed.

Then, he felt that the pollution contained in this knowledge was much more intense than the aura emanating from the City of Disaster.

He was not careful for a moment and the whole person exploded into a ground full of bugs.

Jon chuckled.

Pick out one of the Time Worms that you just put away.

After a while, Amon condensed a body again.

However, this time the body was not that of a young girl, but that of a seemingly half-grown child.

There were dark circles under his eyes, and it seemed as if he would be blown down by the wind in the next second.

"Hey, what did you just say to me?" Little Amon was extremely confused.

He frowned and muttered to himself, "Strange, I would voluntarily give up my memories."

"Who knows?" Jon shrugged.

Little Amon let out a long sigh, "Forget it, I won't tell you. The memory that I voluntarily gave up must not be a good thing."

Sometimes the less you know, the safer you are.

He couldn't imagine how his status as a mythical creature could be contaminated by such knowledge that he had to completely erase his memory to protect himself.

Jon said, "We are about to travel through this special space affected by the City of Disaster to the legendary Western Continent. Can your body handle it?"

Little Amon was very confident, "Don't worry, I can replenish my magic at any time."

'Magic Replenishment'...

Hearing this, Jon looked a little strange.

This word should be stolen from Klein.

Tsk, I didn’t expect that classmate Zhou usually watches a lot of movies, TV and entertainment.

Shaking his head, he led little Amon through the wriggling flesh and blood and came to the deepest part of the telegraph office - a crimson door that exuded a breath of terror and despair.

"I have an illusion..." Little Amon pinched his brows tightly, "Once this door is opened, an endless sea of blood will be released."

Jon waved his hand and said, "Don't use the plot from The Shining again. It's not original."

Little Amon's expression froze.

Ugh.

Sometimes I wish he hadn't stolen so much random stuff.

This is an occupational disease.

It has to be changed sooner or later!

Jon ignored little Amon and placed his hand on the handle of the Crimson Door.

There was a deep aura of disaster emanating from it. If a saint were here, he would probably lose control and go crazy on the spot.

However, this aura had no effect on Jon.

On the contrary, he deliberately took a deep breath, with an intoxicated look on his face.

"It tastes like strawberry, just like my sweet and sour first love."