Chapter 421 You were discovered

Author: Tianxu Aurora

Chapter 421 You were discovered

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"Amon got Origin Castle... This is not good news."

There is no authority adjacent to the three mysterious paths, and the presence of gray mist cannot be felt.

Edward wandered in the spirit world for a long time, and finally stopped. He looked at the seven pure lights on his side and thought:

"Instead of tracking Amon again, it's better to analyze his next behavior."

"Anyway, he will definitely become a god. Collect three copies of Sequence One... It's really interesting that the earth has a very clear standard for promotion. As long as their Sequence One is taken away, they will not dare to devote themselves even if they have uniqueness.

The source material becomes a god."

"By the way, how long will it take for the Miracle Master to be resurrected? Today, Zaratul and Klein died suddenly. The two Miracles are going to be resurrected together. It is really a grand scene that has never been seen before... Zaratul can actively control himself, but Klein can only

If you really die and wait passively, the injury should still need to be repaired for a while, so there is no rush."

Edward was not too familiar with Amon, but he did ask the Amon he captured how strong their desire was to become the Lord of Mysteries, and Amon's answer surprised him a little.

"I would try it if I had the chance."

At that time, Amon adjusted the position of his monocle and said seriously:

"But I don't have a very strong will to become the Lord of Mysteries, because the main body - actually also cares about myself."

"The main body cares very much about the memories of the Third Era, the history before the First Era, that is, the Old Era, and wants to trace the traces of my father's existence. Of course, he also knows the consequences of becoming the Lord of Mysteries, so he has been

I was thinking about whether there was a way to take advantage of it, but both my father and Adam at that time expressed their rejection of his idea... My father said that no one can resist the fate that is bound to come, it is like a rolling stone, no matter how hard it is,

Even if you run away, one day it will catch up with you and crush you."

The "second blasphemous slate" left by the Creator pointed out the way for the extraordinary people of later generations, but at the same time, the existence of the "safest" road directly caused them to lose courage and the courage to challenge new routes - anyway, under the control of the outer gods

In my eyes, everything in the world comes from the same source. All people and gods are implicitly adjacent to each other. As long as I eat this pathway and don't lose control, then we are adjacent.

As early as the ancient gods in the first and second eras, not all the ancient gods who devoured non-adjacent paths were going crazy without reason.

"The first sequence of the thief escaping... I seem to have seen it? It should be called Pales Zoroastrian, parasitizing the body of a Nighthawk. Well, that is equivalent to being under the protection of the God of Thunder.

As long as he can be protected, Amon will not be in too much danger."

"The King of Angels who has obtained the source of essence...if he can completely control the Source Castle, his power should be stronger than that of ordinary true gods."

Edward stopped and was about to go back to Klein's resurrection point for a while, when he suddenly thought of something.

He suddenly found a direction and moved forward quickly. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in Intis, and then appeared in the Cathedral of Light in Trier. He directly found the location of Medici and walked to the side uninvited.

one stop.

It's daybreak now, and it's noon.

Medici, who was doing intelligence work, raised his eyebrows, resisted the instinctive reaction of standing up from the chair, looked at the uninvited guest, and asked:

"What's your business?"

Edward said nothing and looked at him without saying a word, which made Medici feel a little confused.

What's wrong? Medici didn't say anything and cursed a few times. Just as he was about to continue studying the traces and directions of the extraordinary characteristics of the "Conqueror" of the Witch Sect at hand, he suddenly heard a prayer call.

"The symbol of iron and fire, the lord of turmoil and strife."

"Is Medici, the great god of war, here?"

This title...it was the kid calling me again, oh, praise the Lord, everyone has a responsibility to care for children. Medici didn't take this joke-like prayer to heart. He heard the familiar little crow shouting at him.

Pray. One person yelled out the sound in an overlapping and ups and downs manner, making Medici feel as if electric drills were being used in all directions, and he was almost brainwashed by the surround sound prayer.

Medici glanced at the demon standing near him and answered this prayer.

Immediately afterwards, he noticed that Amon in the center of the picture seemed to be on a street. There were many people walking around, and it seemed to be a bit lively. This street was a bit unfamiliar, and it probably didn't belong to Intis.

At least not from Trier.

"What's up?"

Medici looked around and found nothing wrong.

Amon stood on the side of the street, with a long queue beside him. It seemed that many people were waiting for something. He seemed to feel the eyes on him, waved his hand in the direction of Medici, and asked: "I'm waiting for something."

In Feneport, there is a restaurant here that is said to be very delicious. It is served with beef, chili peppers, southern continental spices, black pepper, various fruits and side dishes. Do you want to try it too?"

"Did you run to Feneport? You were in Intis a few days ago. You ran so fast."

After the land pattern of the northern continent changed, Intis and Feneport bordered. And Amon was extremely interested in many things. He would always ask some "very un-Amon" questions when he went out. Medici

Smiling, he remembered that last month Amon was still very interested in Fusac's ice sculpture art and wanted to get some statues of the Creator, but in the end he gave up for unknown reasons.

"Okay, wholesale? Five hundred copies."

Medici felt relaxed and joked with Amon:

"If one portion is not enough, can you just steal the chef and the recipe? I can just improve the recipe for my legion's logistics."

"Chefs can't be stolen, why don't you invite them over? The recipe..." Amon muttered for a while while holding his monocle frame with carved silver edges, and said to himself uncertainly, "

The formula...should be OK? Fenebote and Intis are so far away, so if your war red is only for private use and not spread out, maybe, probably, it won't have any impact on other people's business?"

Amon analyzed it for a while and was a little eager to give it a try.

He pinched the frame of his beloved monocle, looked at the menu in the distance, and asked enthusiastically:

"Medici, what flavor do you want? Well, you will definitely like chili peppers. By the way, because the two countries in the Southern Continent have become independent, the prices of the products in the Southern Continent have increased. The prices of the Southern Continent here are

Spices and chilies are limited, I want to try Bolognese."

"Where is your legion? Do you want to sell five hundred portions of chili noodles? Then I might as well steal a plantation from the southern continent and give it to you."

"By the way, do you know? During this time, I walked all the way south from Intis to Feneport. There happened to be a festival in Feneport during this time, and girls had to pick the most beautiful flowers to offer to His Grace.

The Mother Goddess of People's Harvest chooses the most beautiful flowers to put on the altar, and hangs lanterns at night. I bought a lot of monocles here. Fenebote especially likes to use patterns of flowers, vines and food crops.

They also like to put gems, crystals and pearls together to look like flowers. The more colors, the more expensive they are. And people here generally prefer spicy food, so you might like this place."

He traced the lines of the monocle on his eye sockets with his fingers, and a morning glory vine was carefully carved on the silver frame.

Amon stood in line and talked to himself. He talked energetically for a long time, but did not get a reply from Medici. He asked curiously:

"Are you busy? Then I won't talk to you anymore."

"Amon."

Medici spoke, and Amon felt that his voice seemed a little different:

"Don't worry about that for now, hurry up and pray to the Lord."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, hurry up, hurry up and pray to the Lord!"

"But isn't father already... okay?" Amon was a little confused. As early as he learned that the real Creator set off for the Eastern Continent, he had made up his mind not to recite the Creator's honorable name during this period of time, because in response to this

The one who honors the name may not be the true Creator.

But at this moment, he seemed to realize that something was wrong. It seemed that something bad was happening around him. Amon always felt that someone other than Medici was looking at him, and uneasiness slowly crawled up his spine.

Medici stared closely at the prayer scene in his mind, his pupils almost narrowed to a point, and he looked directly behind Amon.

The man standing behind him also noticed Medici's gaze, pinched his monocle, and looked up at him with a smile.

The afternoon sun shone on the streets of Feneport City, and the familiar Amon stood in line outside a popular old Feneport noodle restaurant. The sun was just right, the atmosphere was peaceful, and the crowd was bustling.

Behind him, a man wearing a classical wizard's robe, a pointed hat, and a monocle that looked like it was made of crystal suddenly appeared in his right eye.

The "person" smiled, waved and said hello to Medici.

At the same time, Medici saw that the brightness of his prayer screen was dimming one by one, and there seemed to be faint gray mist floating in the surrounding corners. The sunny city of Feneport became eerie at this moment.

Become terrified.

The smiles on everyone's faces became stiff and dull, and their movements were stagnant like marionettes.

And Amon was still standing there, he was the only person with color, reciting the honorable name of the ancient sun god - but he didn't say anything, his voice was stolen, only his lips were moving, displayed in

The scene in front of Medici was like an old mime!

As soon as this person appeared, the entire prayer scene began to flash and turn gray as if it had been disturbed - Medici certainly knew what was going on, because Amon's true form was the King of Angels, far more than he is now.

The extent to which you can spy!

Medici clenched his fists and even wanted to laugh a little - since when did Amon start using this method to scare people?

Not like a deceiver, not like a Trojan of Destiny, but more like... a trickster!

"I was unable to go to Backlund at first, but I was also collecting intelligence through mid- and low-sequence clones."

"The clones on the periphery told me that there is no soothsayer in Backlundry with extremely poor qualities, who cares little about human life, believes in the Creator, and is good at beating suspects with fists to get them to reveal the truth. Besides, this is really outrageous."

"...But didn't you still go to collect information? You still went to search for it, right?" Medici couldn't help but sneered and mocked, and at the same time tried his best to deliver information to the clone, but the clone was still praying and seemed to have listened.
To be continued...