Chapter 11 Countdown

Well done... Facing Amon's "praise", Klein managed to squeeze out a smile, and responded politely:

"thanks."

Frankly speaking, he would rather hear cursing than "praise", which at least means that he is very close to success.

Of course, Klein doubted that even if he really escaped, Amon would not lose his temper. Judging from the character of this "God of Mischief", he probably thought it was too interesting and exciting on the one hand, but it was inevitable on the other hand. A little frustrated and disappointed, can't wait to get to the next round.

"It's a big improvement to think of using the 'door' to interfere with me." Amon smiled indifferently, "But, you don't think I will be in a relatively vigilant state when I 'open the door', Isn't it so easy to be affected by accident?"

Klein thought for a while and replied seriously:

"I thought so at first, but then I felt that you should be able to grasp my mental state. I believe that I dare not take action when you open the 'door'. At this time, it may be miraculous to try it. .”

Doing it when others think you won't is also a strategy.

In his previous life, Klein had been exposed to a similar level of thinking game, and he was so dizzy.

"What if I also thought of this layer?" Amon smiled and pushed the bottom edge of the monocle with his knuckles.

At the same time, the secret puppets belonging to Klein who were still alive took out the crystal-carved monocle from the void one after another, put it on the right eye, and looked at Klein in unison.

Seeing this made Klein's scalp tingle slightly, and he found that the connection between Secret Puppet and himself was cut off in an instant.

"Although there is progress, there is always some punishment for failure." Amon turned around with a smile and walked towards the church.

As he stepped forward, the secret puppets smiled one after another and fell down stiffly. This caused Klein's soul to be torn apart time and time again, and the blood vessels in the forehead swelled and contracted visible to the naked eye.

Enduring the pain, Klein stood where he was, and managed to calm down after a while.

During this process, although he was always in the depths of darkness, he was neither attacked by terrifying monsters nor transformed into a hidden state.

When did Amon steal the hidden divine power in this city-state? If I try to kill myself,

Then even the idea will be stolen... It's still not prepared enough, not sure enough about Amon, and didn't take into account the things he stole before... I really didn't expect that he would release the "" "Daylight"... What else did He steal in the past and store it in the body, I have no way of understanding it, and I can't make targeted preparations... That monocle is a container for storing stolen things, and it is a part of Amon ? Therefore, He can take out a monocle every time he "parasitizes"... Klein rubbed his forehead, walked into the church again, looked at Amon in front of the light door, and asked casually:

"Why do you have so many monocles? Where do you usually put them?"

Amon stroked the monocle in his right eye, smiled indifferently and said:

"Why don't you ask me why each avatar has eyes, and where are they usually placed?"

"...I understand." Klein nodded in a daze.

Amon turned his attention to the Guangmen, which had not yet calmed down in the whirlpool, and said in a small chat:

"I always feel that the essence of your operation is a large-scale preparation, not an attempt.

"During the process just now, what little action did you do?"

Klein considered it for a while, and responded with an unchanged smile:

"you guess."

"I do have a certain guess, do you think I have guessed it right?" Amon pinched the upper and lower edges of the monocle and asked with great interest.

"Maybe, or maybe not." Klein didn't give a clear answer at all, and walked to Amon's side cooperatively, watching him stretch out his hand again and press the pale light door.

Above the gate of light, ripples swayed again, becoming more and more intense and exaggerated.

After about ten seconds, ripples colored the surroundings, causing the light gate to double in size.

Amon glanced at Klein and motioned him to move forward.

Klein instinctively turned his head and looked around the church.

Outside the area illuminated by the light of the leather lantern, some of the Extraordinary characteristics left behind by the aberration monsters are shimmering—not all of them were Extraordinary in their lifetime, and a large part of those original ordinary people were transformed into monsters. Power comes from darkness, from corruption, it does not belong to itself, and there is no characteristic that can be separated out.

"Almost forgot." Amon, who followed him for a while, suddenly shook his head and smiled.

As soon as he finished speaking, clusters of Extraordinary characteristics floated up, and they were thrown into his body by themselves, merging with him, leaving only a small amount remaining in place.

"Most of the people who take the initiative to transform into monsters are the 'apprentice' path Extraordinary and their families who can enter the dark side of the city-state." Amon looked back and said casually.

Even if it is the Extraordinary characteristic of a similar path, if you "eat" it directly, there will be problems, shouldn't it just jump to a higher level of the similar path? Also backward compatible? Klein was a little taken aback, and asked in doubt:

"Won't that add up to madness?"

This is more than a matter of accumulating madness. Klein suspects that if he does this, he will be half-mad with a high probability.

"Others will." Amon smiled and said, "I won't."

What a bug... Klein couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Then, the distance between him and the light gate disappeared.

Subconsciously, he forgot the remaining Extraordinary characteristics of the "Reaper" pathway, and entered the mutant light gate together with Amon.

The endless deep darkness and the wriggling linear light were twisted and mixed together, making Klein feel like he was falling weightlessly.

Ten seconds later, he found himself and Amon appeared in a square. The dim light of the leather lantern seemed to be stopped by an invisible force, and it could only illuminate half of the original area.

Lightning flashed across the sky, brightening the surroundings instantly.

With the help of this lightning, Klein saw mutilated statues erected around the square. Some of them had their hands tied behind their backs, or their bodies were wrapped with thorns and roses, or they were shaped like mummies, intuitively giving people the feeling of "bound".

"This was originally a city-state that believed in alien kings." Like a qualified tour guide, Amon introduced the "attractions" to Klein, "They are very interesting, usually restrained and quiet, just like ascetic monks, but once they meet When it comes to the prey or at a specific moment, the bloodthirsty desire will erupt, and you can imagine that on a full moon night, this is a city full of werewolves walking everywhere."

It seems that the original concept of the heterogeneous species was also restrained... Later, it was misled by the "Mother Tree of Desire"... Klein took a few more glances with the help of a new round of lightning, and asked after thinking:

"The image of the alien king is close to that of a mummy?"

"No, although he is an ugly and twisted male, he likes to wrap thorns and thorny roses around himself." Amon sneered.

... Klein took this opportunity to ask:

"What kind of idols will your followers enshrine?

"In occultism, your symbol is a clock plus a 'worm of time'?"

Amon scratched his chin and said:

"Theoretically speaking, my followers are all myself, so I don't need to bother to erect statues."

My followers are all myself...Fortunately, I now have a favored person named Danis...Klein suddenly discovered that he and Amon are quite similar in some respects.

Of course, I said "My followers are myself" is a funny story, and Amon said "My followers are myself" is a thriller. There is still a big difference in style... Klein finally laughed at himself in his heart.

As Amon walked forward, he continued:

"However, in my father's time, many people would follow me to believe in me. Some of them started from the name 'Angel of Time' and used clock-related symbols to shape my idol, and some of them used the title of 'God of Mischief', I use a crow covered with mysterious patterns to make my image, and some people make a combination of the two."

Speaking of which, Amon, who was wearing a monocle, suddenly turned his head, glanced at Klein, outlined the corner of his mouth and said:

"It's no more than three days away from the final destination."

In other words, there are only three days left for me... Klein almost gasped as his psychological pressure suddenly increased, making him feel as if his nerves were about to be crushed.

He hasn't judged what Amon's real purpose of playing this game is, and he hasn't found traces of what the other party has driven him to do. This means that he can't grasp the key and find no real chance to get out of trouble.

The performance of Amon's avatar just now made him understand that if he was not really prepared, he might not last ten seconds in front of Him.

As his thoughts raced, Klein fell silent, and followed Amon out of the square full of traces of destruction.

…………

There were few pedestrians on the street, coming and going in a hurry, and many houses were covered with burn marks in Pulitzer Harbor. "Queen of Mysteries" Bernadette with long chestnut hair put the newspaper in her hand on the table.

The front page of that "Tasok Newspaper" published the heavy news of the king's assassination, and claimed that the assassin came from Feysac or Intis.

"This is not preventing the disaster, nor is it exacerbating the disaster..." Bernadette muttered to herself with a slightly dignified expression.

She pondered for a while, picked up the spread tablecloth, wrapped it up, and then let go of her fingers, letting it stretch out on its own.

This time, the coffee mugs, pen holders, newspapers and other things inside the tablecloth disappeared, and there were ritual-related items such as silver candles.

Bernadette then held a ceremony to summon Gehrman Sparrow's messenger.

As a collaborator, she thinks it is necessary to ask about the situation of the other party to see if there is anything else that needs help.

As soon as the ceremony was over, Reinette Tinekerr, who was carrying four blond-haired red-eyed heads, wearing a gloomy and complicated long dress, and nothing above her neck, walked out of the swollen candlelight.

Bernadette's eyelids twitched invisibly, and immediately picked up the letter and a gold coin that she had prepared long ago, and handed them to the messenger.

One of Reinette Tinekerr's heads bit the letter and the gold coin, while the other heads sized up the "Queen of Mysteries" for a few seconds.

He moved his gaze back and walked into the void, but just as Bernadette was about to put away the tablecloth, the Miss Messenger suddenly appeared again.

Two of His blond-haired and red-eyed heads spoke in turn:

"He..." "Missing..."

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