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Playing Amon's things, you will be familiar with each other again and again.

Klein placed his monocle glasses on his right eye and adjusted his position a few times, as if he was enjoying the scenery outside the window, turning his head casually.

The long line of passers-by who wanted to make a fortune ahead was slowly moving forward, and the carriage finally found a gap and followed the other cars forward with difficulty.

Klein kept an Amon-like smile, locking sweat tightly under his skin, pretending to be disapproving, fearing that if he was negligent, something was wrong with Zaratu.

Amon clone will deliberately seek trouble and pursue excitement. He may really not care about being killed by the adjacent channel sequence, but he cares!

Who knows if he can be resurrected if he is secretly transformed?

And this is Zarathu. Crane did not think that the other party would not know the Mirathian's resurrection requirements. As long as he responded to prevent him from resurrection, he would fall directly.

Even if Zaratho lowered her head and seemed to have been deceived by herself, Klein still did not dare to be careless. He used the action of typing out his pocket watch as a disguise, grabbed the two aurora talismans that would be given by the inner bag of the coat, and began to silently recite the name of the Red Angel in his heart, hoping that he could be put into the spiritual link of "Red War" by Medic.

As soon as the talisman was released, Zaratu would immediately recognize that he was the guy who owned the Source Castle, and his identity would be exposed. But he faced the sequence one directly, so dangerous that he needed to gamble and use the talisman to protect himself. Why bother to expose it?

When the carriage entered the long queue, the door panel at Klein was suddenly knocked.

Klein's heartbeat seemed to pause for a moment. He smiled and looked at the side. He saw a young man outside the window tilting his head and looking in from the car window. His movements were abnormal and his expression also had a cunning and old-fashioned feeling that was inconsistent with his age.

Oops... Klein felt his scalp exploded. Even playing Amon, he could not completely let Zarath relax his guard against him. After all, "Amon" who appeared here was just a demigod. It was impossible for the real angel and the body to appear under the nose of the God of Thunder!

He was silent for a moment, and when the next guest sat down, he was still staring at the three cards in front of him. After a few seconds, He reached out to shuffle the cards skillfully, then pulled out one of them and placed it behind the Holy Grail 9.

Klein slowly turned his head, and he perfunctorily touched the surrounding Fugen dog, grabbed the last spell, and prepared for the battle.

It was the Secret Cult of Zaratho's heyday before the promotion sequence was crazy!

Klein quickly moved backwards, but the historical projectors in the fragments took action together. Klein's spiritual thread twisted violently like leaves in the wind, stretched, twisted, attracted, and flew into the hands of those "diviners"!

Medic shouted at him, then drew his sword and stabbed him at Zarathu for two thousand years!

Zarathu, the "miracle master" in the historical projection, widened his eyes. The blazing flames and sword light came to Him in an instant with the momentum that separated the ocean and the sky! Slashed down with one sword, the ancient scholars, the miracle masters, and the area where the Secret Practice are located were burned completely.

In the real world, Zarathu's expression changed slightly and she had just talked to the guest about the first card.

The extremely oppressive footsteps slowly approached. With every step, Klein could feel his heart as if he had been trampled. Finally, the footsteps stopped about ten meters away - if there was a clear distance division in the fog of history.

"This card represents satisfaction and a wish is fulfilled."

The young passerby who had become the secret puppet of Zaratho followed the carriage and looked at the coachman of Klein: "Even this is not a clone."

With the help of Klein's occult connection, He moved his muscles and bones twice, reached out and grabbed the flowing flames to build a dazzling long sword. Seeing that the situation was not good, Zarath immediately controlled this historical fragment to stay away. They had worked together in the First Empire of Solomon and the Second Empire for hundreds of years. Even if this angel king at that time could only exert 20% of his strength, he could not resist it in history that only He, who was in Sequence 2, could resist it!

"What you want to divine is the progress of what is coming, this is your choice, the third set of cards..."

At the same time, Medic's eyes gradually became dull, and the historical projection slowly returned to the inverted cross, praying without saying a word.

The figure standing behind him had long, curly chestnut hair, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, a handsome face, two beautiful beards, wearing a dark red cloak embroidered with gold thread, and the luxurious mink was dragged behind him.

Suddenly, his breathing stopped, he reached out and scratched his throat hard. The talisman almost slid from his fingers, and his eyes were uncontrollably rolling on the ground.

At this time, Zaratu, who was hiding in the deepest part of this historical image, did nothing, and all the pale flames that rush like a tide disappeared.

There is no need for Zaratu to be afraid of him, nor does it mean to turn a blind eye to avoid having an entanglement with the body. The other party can directly remove all the Amon around him and harvest a large number of "time insects"!

The young passerby and Klein looked at each other for two seconds, and suddenly burst into laughter:

"Why don't you parasitize this person?"

"Rossel Gustav!"

Zarathu summoned the former emperor of Intis.

Klein's eyes were straight, and it took a full second to breathe like a dying person. The hunters in the spiritual link seemed to be clamoring about what to eat for noon, while Medic in the fragments of history stood under the inverted cross of a black church and waved at him.

This giant snake is both illusory and real, and seems to be composed of things that humans cannot understand. It is covered with huge yin green black scales, and white feathers grow in the gaps. Each feather has strange symbols of different shapes on each scale. Even if you just see it, it will cause blood and blood to rot and turn into a living zombie.

Rossel Gustav.

He smiled and showed the card in front of the guest, and saw a flower that was about to wither in the palm of the skeleton.

The government employees were quite satisfied with hearing this, and while taking out the 5pence fee, they still complained:

"It feels like it's just a cliché."

It seemed as if a hand grabbed his collar from behind, strangled his throat and mouth, intending to lift him up.

...

"How could I know, I'm not a fortune teller!"

...

The face that had almost no human characteristics suddenly showed extremely rich emotional changes. The feathered snake spread its wings that covered the sky and the sun, and its pale eyes were constantly looking for direction in the void.

At this time, Azke Eggs could not be said to be familiar with him, it had nothing to do with him!

Mr. Azke only has Sequence 2, and he is probably unable to intervene in the historical fog of Zarathu in Sequence 1.

"Maybe." Zarathu responded casually. He closed his eyes slightly, his expression becoming a little unfair, "He will fulfill his wish... what is his wish... No, it should be said that no matter what it is, will he achieve it?"

When making this talisman, the real creator was still a dual-path true god, so this talisman could only use the true god-level ability twice.

"It's almost done, I seem to be able to interact with the real world again."

Sure enough, even if I dress up as Amon, I can't let Zaratu let me go, but if I don't dress up as Amon, I'll be a secret person in a meeting!

Klein took a deep breath, clenched the spell in his hand, and for a moment he felt powerless and didn't know who to fight against Him.

Is it Azk Eggs of the Fifth Age or "the first Baron Ramd"!

Government employees didn't speak, but their expressions became a little better, and everyone liked to listen to positive things.

In the last second, Klein's right hand made a grab move, his muscles suddenly tensed, and a middle-aged man dressed in ancient clothes and like a medieval aristocrat appeared before him. The summoning of historical projection was successful!

The facial features projected by history are soft, and there is a tiny black mole under the right ear.

Klein's mind was blank for a moment, and he didn't even have time to think. The next moment, a piece of history fell close to him. An arm wrapped in black armor grabbed Klein, who was about to be secretly transformed in less than two seconds. The blazing flames suddenly burned to him!

That was his fellow countryman, his predecessor, and one of the only people in the world from the past;

Zaratu's eyes were calm, and he stretched out his finger and pointed it on the card: "The person on the card raised his hands high and showed satisfaction, because he achieved what he wanted, his wish was fulfilled, or his dream came true. To sum up, you have a better luck. Although there will be difficulties and troubles at the moment, as long as you survive, you will get a turning point..."

Klein immediately realized something.

Klein did not dare to delay, so he ran deeper into history. He limped, holding the last talisman given by the real creator in his hand. He wanted to run deeper into history, escape to the Fourth Age, and borrow the power of the real creator at that time!

The right position of the Holy Grail 9.

The emperor's reversal!

But during this period of time...I have another...person...can...

Azk Eggs, the "first Baron Ramd" dressed in an ancient Ruen nobleman, glanced around, and suddenly expanded, turning into a giant snake covering the sky above the tomb.

A flashing fragment floated towards Klein, and the picture turned out to be the older Trier.

Klein comforted the surrounding Fugen dogs and slowly turned around.

As soon as he appeared, Klein felt another cold breath began to compete with the diviners in history, which effectively relieved his secret body and slowly returned to normal, but also quickly reduced his vitality.

"..." Zarathu fell into silence, his fingers gently tapping on the table, his tone and expression becoming a little heavy, so that the government employees felt that they had drawn a bad card.

Then he stood there in a daze, his eyes slightly widened, and his eyebrows suddenly frowned.

In the sound of the whimpering wind, the feathered snake entrenched in the air leaned forward and opened its mouth and spit out a pale flame that was more than enough to completely cover the entire secret cultivator's building.

The fog of history... Fortunately, I am also a part of history!

Two pieces of history ended their struggle at the same time, and Klein was pitch black all around him.

Zarathu's hand shook, and she retracted her hand as if she was scalded by candles, losing control of Klein's spiritual thread.

Zarath laughed without surprise, reached out and took the group of tarot cards selected by the guest to explain to the guest:

"Russel!"

Historical evaluations have been mixed, but it is undeniable that He is one of the top existences of the times two hundred years ago.

Just as the historical projection of "Emperor of Knowledge" Rosel Gustav appeared, in the distant spiritual world, in the bottom of the underworld, the huge feathered snake hiding on the bank of the River of Eternal Darkness opened its eyes as if it was electrocuted.

"Ulorus..." Zarathu whispered in a voice that only he could hear, with a slight regret on his face. He did not let the government employees see his expression change, his tone was normal and even said with a hint of envy:

“You will be unexpectedly smooth.”

The Fugan dogs turned their heads in unison as if they were stressed, protected Klein behind him, and barked indescribable barking at Klein's back. Several of them were arching Klein's waist and legs with greater force, as if they wanted him to leave quickly.

Crane, surrounded by the dogs of the Foreground, walked towards a certain direction of the fog of history, was delighted and vaguely felt the line of the spiritual body of the Secret Ouen Yuni. At this moment, a slight sound suddenly came from behind him.

Medic in history has a lively gaze and a singular red hair. He has never been humiliated by death and thousands of years of imprisonment.

"It's a way to meet you that I've never thought of..."

The golden flame on the hands is burning.

A building hidden in history appeared in front of Klein, and the secret doll was vivid and chatted with living people. Strange magic appeared everywhere, and a few mermaids were raised in a huge lake. Many people dressed as clowns and magicians, as if they were holding a grand costume party.

Klein's thinking slowly became stagnant. Under the protection of "ineffectiveness", he could barely gain two seconds under the pressure of an angel and a number of demigods. This was an indescribable miracle. He clenched the golden flame in his hand with great effort, and his voice seemed to have rusted:

It's like the sound of someone's feet falling on the ground.
To be continued...