mechanical court

Now it is the time when winter is passing and spring is coming, and the withered yellow grass beside the road has already sprouted new shoots; the wind blows up the dead grass debris and floats in the air, and the setting sun shines on it, floating like golden sand.The entire cowherd town is like a fertile land shrouded in golden sand, and the air is filled with the aroma of spices and honey.

"Ok?"

Amon wrinkled his nose, stopped suddenly, and turned his head to look at a fork in the mountain forest.He clearly smelled the aroma of milk and honey from where, it was so rich that it was mouth-watering, but he couldn't see the source of the aroma.

"Did the car overturn?"

With such thoughts in mind, he immediately forgot about the matter of renting farm cattle, trotted towards the mountain road, and prepared to pick up some honey and enjoy it back.

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With a longing for honey, Amon quickly headed towards the depths of the mountain forest, and the tall coniferous forest kept retreating along the field of vision.

After about 10 minutes, he stopped abruptly, looked around with an expression as if he had just woken up from a dream, and then felt a chill down his spine: what kind of madness did he just go, and he thought that the mountains and forests were deep? There will be honey and fresh milk everywhere, are you gluttonous and confused? ?

Just when the young man suspected that he was insane and was about to go back, he suddenly found that there were flames burning among the thorns not far in front of him.

"Forest fire?"

He immediately became vigilant, and hurried to the location of the light source.

However, when Amon ran there, he suddenly found that it was a huge and flat bush of thorns. Golden flames burned on the thorns, forming a sacred sun wheel pattern, and the surroundings were shining brilliantly.

Although the bush was burned by the fire, it was not burned. Amon moved to see what happened, but the moment he approached the bush.It seems that an invisible ripple flows through the space, which seems to be the superimposition of the arrival of an illusory spiritual world. Centered on the body of the black-haired boy, everything within a few hundred meters seems to become unreal.

During this process, Amon suddenly heard a voice calling him from the bushes.It was an ancient and solemn voice—as if an invisible door had opened, behind which the gods spoke from the throne.

The voice said, "You are here at last."

The aura of majesty and terror permeated between the heaven and the earth, oppressing him so hard to breathe, even in the thousand-year-old city where the strong are like clouds, he has not felt such a level of coercion-it is simply facing the gods, no, that is stronger than the gods. For a powerful existence!

"Amon, Amon!" The voice suddenly called his name.

"I'm here." The black-haired boy replied subconsciously, and then instinctively wanted to get closer.

"Don't come near, take off your shoes, for the place where you stand is holy."

There was an undeniable power in this voice, which Amon could not refuse. He took off his shoes obediently, and looked at the flaming sun wheel with a surprised and shocked expression.

"I am the lost kingship of this world, the incarnation of the sun, the king revered by the gods. I have seen the suffering of the people and heard their wailing. I want you to spread my voice and bring hundreds of millions of people to justice. Saved from the bondage of darkness." The voice came from the void, turning into light and fire surrounding Amon's body.

"..."

After hearing the words of the voice clearly, Amon turned pale, looked at the burning sun in the thorns, and responded with trembling lips: "I am just a descendant of a ruined nobleman, I am afraid I have no ability to spread your voice, and I am even less able to drive the people away from you. delivered from the dominion of darkness."

Although the voice claims to be the lost kingship and possesses a powerful power that can make him tremble, but he can't be sure whether the other party can protect him, let alone whether the other party can defeat the so-called 'darkness'.

"I will be with you and keep you away from all disasters and catastrophes." The voice suddenly became clear.

"But but..."

Ammon hesitated to find a reason for his refusal, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration: "Even if I know that you are the lost king, how can others recognize it? When I announced the return of the king, people asked me where the king was, and I would definitely answer no." Come up."

"I am the real kingship, which comes from another lost world. When I return, the false kingship will be destroyed by lightning!"

"What do you mean...King Hequeser and King Thutmose are both fake!?" The black-haired boy was completely panicked.

"The light you believe in, reverence, and longing for are all false lies." The voice replied firmly.

"But but..."

Amon, who still didn't want to die, was looking for an excuse again. He rolled his eyes and came up with another reason for refusing: "If I tell the people, it is the real king who sent him to save them from the rule of darkness. , they will not believe me, and think me a liar!"

"I bestow upon you infinite light, to keep you safe from all harm. I bestow upon you eternal flames, to burn your enemies. I bestow upon you infinite energy, to make you immortal, and to spread my deeds." The majestic The voice suddenly became ethereal and holy, as if the gods announced the truth of the world.

"..."

Under the benefits promised by the other party, Amon's heart was moved, but he still felt that he lacked confidence: "I'm not usually a person who can speak...I was originally clumsy...I'm worried that I won't be able to shoulder the heavy responsibility."

"I will tell you what to say." The voice softened.

"I promise you! During my lifetime, I will spread your name and help all living beings expose the false kingship!" The black-haired boy gritted his teeth fiercely, and agreed—the other party promised so many benefits, but he still didn't agree. Consciousness is flattered.

As for whether there will be any conspiracy... Anyway, I can't resist, so why not enjoy it!

The moment he agreed to the conditions, the huge flaming light wheel shot out a beam of light, taking the prophet into the depths of the light wheel; the molten golden flame suddenly rushed into Amon's spine, and he raised his head instantly , with dazzling golden light blooming all over his body, like a round of small stars.

From the spine at the back of the neck, the golden engravings formed by the hieroglyphs grew and sprouted like tree roots, climbed up Amon's neck, and then climbed up the cheeks, and the golden engravings below the spine also slowly Slowly spread to the abdomen, back, lumbar spine, and legs.

In the depths of the sun, Amon is like a statuette, exuding dazzling light.

After the golden lines spread to the whole body of the black-haired boy, the whole thorn bush suddenly trembled violently, and cracked into long and thin glass-like cracks; then it shattered into countless flashes and disappeared - in a blink of an eye, the burning thorns The clump becomes a silent and deep forest.

Chapter 243 God Loves the World

The silent night in the forest was gradually washed away by the rising sun, which painted a light golden halo on the treetops.Straight beams of light shoot from the gaps in the branches and leaves to the depths of the number, illuminating the thick moss on the ground.

Ammon woke up in the warm sunshine, looked around in surprise, and found that the thorn bushes and flames had long since disappeared, and the molten golden sun disc had also disappeared.

"..."

He got up from the ground, looked up at the sky above his head, and found that it was already the morning of the next day.Moreover, the field of vision is extraordinarily clear. Even through the thick tree canopy, one can still see the white clouds as if they were pure white velvet, clinging to the blue sky in clusters.

"Is it a dream?"

The black-haired boy just had this thought in his heart, and then he found that his perception, like a flame, emerged from the depths of his consciousness, continuously radiating and spreading in all directions.

He kept looking up at the sky, his eyes fixed on the blue sky, but he could perceive everything within a radius of [-] meters:

The sunlight swayed and projected from the gaps in the lush tree crowns, forming spots of light cruising on the ground, and the green fungus plants extended into the forest floor like a carpet.The wind carries the fresh fragrance of the coniferous forest, warmed by the sun in the air, and filtered into a light natural fragrance.

"Amazing!"

Ammon raised his hands in surprise and joy, feeling that he had strengthened a lot of mental power, and a lot of mysterious knowledge suddenly emerged from the depths of his memory, appearing in his consciousness like bubbles.

Soon, he discovered that this was an extremely subtle cultivation method of divine spells, far surpassing any of the divine spells he had studied in the past.

"Light source meditation technique...a divine spell I've never heard of."

Amon was familiar with the magic spell in his memory, and found that it did not belong to any known magic spell—at this moment, he thought of the voice that made the contract with him yesterday, and he was immediately convinced that the other party was indeed the lost kingship.

In his understanding, mantras are the language used to communicate the will of the gods, and it is through the fixed mantras that the priests communicate with the fixed gods that they obtain extremely powerful seance techniques.And light source meditation is a powerful spell of light, which corresponds exactly to Atum, the sun god—if it is not the real Sun King, how could it be possible to master such a powerful spell of light! ?

"I am the prophet chosen by King Power. My mission...to meet the real King Power and save the Kingdom of Light from the rule of darkness!"

It wasn't until this moment that Amon realized how important the mission he was shouldering now was, his blood boiled with excitement, and he felt a sense of pride from the bottom of his heart.

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