Chapter 16 Its Name

Lightning once again illuminated the barren plain filled with gray-yellow mist, illuminated the place where the angel-level battle took place just now, and illuminated the peaceful smile on Klein's face.

Amon stared at him for several seconds, pushed the monocle, smiled and said:

"Can't you just change it?

"You seem to have found new hope?"

Klein's smile remained unchanged, he clenched his fist to his nose, put one hand in his pocket and said:

"I just suddenly figured out one thing. It's your body who is playing this game. It doesn't make people despair. On the contrary, it shows that you have no way to directly steal my fate."

"Oh?" Amon smiled and uttered a particle, as if looking forward to what Klein would say next.

Klein laughed, and said without any hesitation:

"Otherwise, as soon as you enter the Land Abandoned by God, you will directly steal my fate and become the new owner of 'Origin Castle'. Even if you want to play a game of escape and interception, you can wait until the main goal is achieved before going Do it, that way, you will not take any risks, and I will lose the chance of resurrection and my original destiny. Driven by the survival instinct, I will try harder to escape.

"It's true that the 'God of Mischief' can do things that risk the thrill, but you're still the 'God of Fraud.'"

Having said that, Klein glanced at Amon's unchanged expression, paused and said:

"I know that you really have the extraordinary ability to steal the fate of others, but being able to do one thing does not mean that you will do it. This requires weighing the risks, weighing the pros and cons, and analyzing the gains and losses.

"I think, you don't want to directly steal my destiny, that would burden you with everything brought by 'Origin Castle', and you must fight against the shadow of its original owner's resurrection, even for a king of angels like you It is very dangerous, and it will fall if you are not careful, so if you want to find a loophole, you can get 'Origin Castle' without bearing negative effects, and you must get my 'permission'."

When he said this, Klein thought of the experience of being caught by viruses several times while playing on the computer in his previous life. Those viruses would always pretend to be various normal things, tricking you into clicking and saying "permit".

This is inexplicably similar to the current situation.

After listening to Klein's words,

Amon looked at him, didn't speak, just helped the crystal-carved monocle with a calm face.

Klein smiled and continued:

"Since you 'parasitic' me, you have been committing a large-scale fraud. While giving the option to become your favored person, you told me that your body can withstand my fate and put me on a heavy psychological burden. burden.

"During the next journey, you kept letting me see hope and destroying it. From time to time, you gave me a time limit, which made me unconsciously seize the opportunity to breathe, and suddenly shortened the itinerary, disturbing my arrangement, and finally revealed the truth. I am the card of the ontology, driving me into the abyss of despair, in order to destroy my will, break down my psychological defense, make me completely collapse, choose to be your favored person, and 'agree' to that potential' deal '."

After listening quietly, Amon suddenly laughed, raised his hands, and applauded gently:

"Perfect reasoning.

"However, you seem to have missed a problem.

"What I'm saying is, see my main body, go to a place that is safe enough, and then take away your fate. Now, we have not reached the final destination, and of course I will not take the risk."

Klein's expression sank slightly, and he immediately relaxed again:

"I'm looking forward to seeing what's different there."

He responded to Amon's words with Amon's gesture.

The genuine king of angels straightened his monocle, smiled and pointed to the side:

"Hurry up, we will arrive in less than half a day."

"How long?" Klein instinctively lacked trust in Amon's vague description.

Amon scratched his chin, laughed and said:

"Half an hour."

Klein looked sideways at the direction Amon pointed just now, and saw that it was dark and deep, and he couldn't see anything.

A bolt of lightning flashed across, illuminating the barren plain, but in the distance was a thicker gray-yellow mist.

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Backlund, Queens District, in the luxurious villa of Earl Hall's family,

After two days of chaos, Audrey's life finally regained some calm, which made her more curious about the hidden truth of the king's assassination.

Considering that Mr. Fool seems to have hinted that today's Tarot Society might be cancelled, Audrey decided to pray to this existence in advance, contact the "World" Gehrman Sparrow, and try to figure out the corresponding situation.

She just glanced at Susie, and the big golden retriever immediately walked out of the room, closed the door, and squatted outside.

Audrey sat down familiarly, put on a prayer posture, and whispered in ancient Hermes:

"A fool who does not belong to this era..."

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Backlund, East Borough, in a two-bedroom rental house.

"You said, is there going to be a party today? No formal announcement was made..." Forsi took out her lady's pocket watch, opened it and glanced at it.

Xio shook his head:

"do not know."

Forsi couldn't sit still anymore, she left her seat, paced back and forth a little anxiously, and muttered to herself:

"Mister World didn't respond, and Mister Fool didn't respond either..."

While talking, Forsi suddenly looked at her friend who was eating ham, and said anxiously:

"Hugh, why don't you try praying to Mister Fool and ask if today's meeting will be held as scheduled."

Xio frowned slightly, put down the fork, and nodded:

"it is good."

She also felt that the current situation was a bit weird.

After clasping his hands and touching his chin, Xio took a breath, and said in a low voice:

"A fool who does not belong to this era..."

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Backlund, North District, underground of St. Samuel's Church, in a room behind Chanis Gate.

Emlyn White woke up, quite confused about the dream just now.

He seems to have dreamed of Lilith, the ancestor of the blood clan!

In the dream, he was trapped in an old castle covered with red vines, and he couldn't escape no matter what.

Later, through the narrow window at the top, he saw the crimson moon outside, and saw a pair of huge bat wings covering half of the crimson moon.

In the legend of the blood clan, this is one of the symbols of the ancient god Lilith.

Immediately afterwards, Emlyn, who was so excited that he flew high and tried to open the narrow window, found a tarot card at the bottom of the glass.

The surface of the Tarot card depicts a young man in gorgeous clothes, a gorgeous headdress, a walking stick on his shoulder, luggage hanging on the tip of the stick, and a dog pulling behind him.

"The Fool" card.

After dreaming here, Emlyn naturally woke up, and as a blood viscount, he has basic dream analysis ability:

"It must be my current situation that caused this dream to appear, that 'star' has never sent me some human blood...

"I am indeed the object of the ancestor's favor... He is implying that if I want to get out of the predicament, I must get help from Mister Fool?

"What day is it today? Forget it, just pray, so that you can go out as soon as possible." Emlyn sat up hopefully, and recited devoutly:

"A fool who does not belong to this era..."

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Above the gray fog, the three crimson stars corresponding to "Justice", "Judgment" and "Moon" began to expand and contract, emitting light and creating ripples.

They merged into the crimson "tide" that already existed, instantly intensifying the shock in the entire mysterious space.

During the shock, the "tide" submerged the ancient and majestic palace, and behind the eight seats on both sides of the long bronze table, one mysterious symbol after another was lit up.

This brings new halos and new vibrations with buzzing sounds.

At the top of the mottled long table, the back of the seat belonging to "The Fool" also lit up, and the complex symbols composed of half a "twisted thread" and half an "eye without pupil" continued to stretch out, becoming layers upon layers. , extremely three-dimensional.

The crimson "tide" was thus attracted, forming a "figure" on the high-backed chair of "The Fool".

This "figure" is not stable enough, sometimes distorted, sometimes scattered, it is difficult to really take shape.

On the barren plain filled with grayish-yellow mist, Klein paused slightly, and looked up at the lightning flashing across the sky.

He immediately looked back, carrying a leather lantern, and followed Amon's side, deep into the wilderness that could not see the edge.

One person, one day, the more the King of Angels moves forward, the more ravines there are on the ground, and the depths become more and more exaggerated.

About ten minutes later, as another bolt of lightning pierced the sky, Klein saw a blue-black Cyclops tens of meters high hovering not far away.

There were signs of rot and pus all over his body, his eyes were sunken, and he was lifeless.

But he was still wandering, gray-yellow gas filled his body, intertwined into clouds in mid-air, and created fog in the wasteland.

The gray-yellow mist covering the endless wilderness was actually brought by this blue-black giant!

"The youngest son of the giant king Ormir, the 'God of Honor' Bradell, he openly cursed my father, was punished, and wandered here forever. Of course, he died in the 'Great Cataclysm' long ago, but still failed Get relief." Amon pointed to the blue-black Cyclops, and said with a smile, "If I hadn't stolen the corresponding damage, as long as you enter this plain, you will be polluted by the mist produced after Braddle's death and become The lingering cursed."

Do I still have to say thank you? Klein suddenly had the feeling of stepping directly into the myth again.

Amon led him and continued to move forward, and soon approached the blue-black Cyclops.

There was an extremely deep ravine where the giant wandered, and lightning flashed through it, and a thick and wide gray-white building appeared faintly at the bottom.

Klein just glanced at it, and his eyelids twitched slightly, remembering the scene he saw during the divination of the "Undark Cross".

If he remembered correctly, this should be the place where the ancient Sun God, the creator of the City of Silver, and the father of Amon and Adam, stepped out!

Is this what Amon said is safe enough? Klein's heart sank immediately.

At this time, Amon, wearing a pointed soft hat and monocle, walked to the edge of the ravine, turned his back to the gray and white building, opened his hands slightly, and said with a smile:

"This is the sacred place where my father came to life, and where the history I want to explore is buried.

"My father told me that there is a very old name here called..."

In the light of the silver and white lightning piercing the sky, Amon, who was wearing a classic black robe, paused for a moment, opened his arms a little more, and said with a bit of solemnity:

"Chernobyl!"