Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

Leomaster's figure fell and fell heavily back to the ground.

But when he wanted to jump up again, the two crows with white eye circles had already turned around decisively, and flew into the darkness without looking back. One of them flew staggeringly, and soon fell headlong into the shadows.

However, another crow also flew to the same place.

Leomaster stared in that direction vigilantly, obviously aware of something.

Esther's "spiritual intuition" suddenly issued a warning with disgust.

Skylark instantly scattered the large spots of light, spreading them around, and the buzzing sound continued to surround her, reminding her of the esteemed name she had obtained before.That was the scene where Esther was forcibly stuffed into her head when she stole the pollution from the "All Black Eye" and swallowed it.

Now that the eyes are already on Leomaster and herself, Esther doesn't care about calling someone over:

"The lingering heroic spirit, the servant of the true Creator..."

"If you really want to say hello, why don't you call me?" A smiling voice came from the darkness.

Esther's voice paused for a moment before continuing: "Look into the eyes of fate, I beg for your help, I beg you to lead the pilgrims around me forward..."

A figure in a black classic robe came out from the forest, and looked at the skylark flying in the air with great interest, without even looking at Leo Master: "I forgot, 'Little Seven' and 'Little Five' I didn't have time to tell you my honorable name, you always reject them, what a pity."

After finishing speaking, the black-haired young man in a peaked hat pushed his monocle and glanced at Leomaster.

Leomaster's wrist trembled slightly, and finally regained his stability. He lost control of his body again. He switched to his left hand to hold the giant sword, and turned the angle to aim at the skylark in midair again.

Esther could see the turbulent anger in his eyes, but was always suppressed by Amon.

Leo Master's right hand lightly grasped the air, fished out a crystal-polished monocle, and gradually approached his right eye.

Skylark swooped down and rushed towards Leo Master with the light spots around him.

Suddenly, everything here is still.

Nor is it stagnant.

A shimmering silver river gushed out, enclosing the junction of darkness and dusk at the same time, enveloping all the lives present, linking head to tail.

The man with a handsome face was wearing a simple linen robe, his long silver hair was scattered behind him like a waterfall, and his appearance remained unchanged from the last time Esther saw him.Even with both eyes open, the eyes are still lowered, the eyes below are gentle but indifferent, the light is intertwined into white wings, layered and stretched behind the visitor.

The man's eyes also reflected a river of silver light.

The monocle in Leomaster's hand disappeared into the air, and his giant sword turned again. Amon's parasite was released because of the "restart", and his figure retreated uncontrollably.

Esther was not affected by this "restart", but the light spots all over Lark's body emitted a stronger humming sound, as if happily cheering.

But suddenly, the scene in front of Esther's right eye became blurred, and her vision was blocked by a shadow.

She heard Amon's chuckle, which came directly from the projection of "Uniqueness": "Only I know where your anchor is. You can consider who you want to cooperate with, or just pretend it doesn't matter forever."

Ouroreus turned his head, looking somewhere on the dark side.

Esther felt a little unbelievable that Amon left so easily?He doesn't seem to want to get entangled with Ouroreus, or does he know that the "True Creator" is already watching here, and if he continues to stay, it won't be good, and it may trigger the "True Creator" to take action?

Ouroreus closed his eyes, and the phantom of the silver river disappeared in an instant, and the figure of "Angel of Destiny" slowly fell to the ground, standing in front of Leomaster who had regained his freedom.

The "Saint of Black" prostrated himself on the ground devoutly, choked up and didn't say anything.

Ouroreus didn't say a word, but raised his face and turned to the lark in the sky.

Esther restrained all the light spots, flapped her wings and flew down, landing obediently on the shoulder of Ouroreus.

Although there are many things she wants to ask, Esther always feels that Ulorius will not give much response.

Why did she have such an inexplicable familiar feeling?

Maybe that was the way "Zoya" and "Ouroreus" used to get along. Thinking of this, Esther couldn't help asking, "Where are we going next?"

Ulorius obviously slowed down by two seconds. I don't know if it was because of the honorific Esther used, or because the answer to this question was too obvious, like a nonsense: "by the Lord's side."

Well, it's no different from what I expected. I always feel that "Angel of Destiny" is not as weird as I imagined, and it's even so kind... a bit dumbfounded.

Esther was thinking confusedly in her heart. In her previous dream, Ouroreus had not spoken too little, and it didn't give her the impression that the reaction arc was too long like in the current communication.

Or is it that Ulorius has thought about those words many times, so he can say them as soon as they meet?

The angel wrapped in radiant wings stepped forward, and Leo Master respectfully followed behind.

Skylark looked up, the afterglow of dusk was left behind, and in front of him was the everlasting night of "Land Abandoned by God".

A white thunder flashed across.

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Ouroreus walked quickly, but Lark crouching on his shoulder felt very stable.

Esther hesitated again and again, and Ulorius didn't resist her question much, and answered even if it was nonsense, with a very friendly attitude.

So Esther decided to ask a little bit: "Do you know... about the anchor?"

Ourorius tilted his head, and then walked in silence for a long time.

Obviously, she didn't understand what Esther was going to ask.

Esther had no choice but to speak more bluntly: "Amon mentioned Zoya's anchor."

After thinking for a moment this time, Ulorius finally responded: "I don't know."

Esther was also silent. Although she could keep up with Ouroreus's brain circuit, such an unsustainable communication felt like pushing a stone, pushing and moving.

Skylark shrank back, recalling Amon's threatening words uneasily. After all, he was a high-ranking angel of the "Thief" path. I don't want to talk about it at all.

But in this way, it complied with Amon's choice of "always pretending to be indifferent", which made Esther instinctively feel that there was a trap.

The so-called "anchor" is definitely not mine. I'm only at Sequence Four, and I haven't reached the point where I need an anchor to stabilize my cognition. So there is a high probability that it belongs to Zoya?

Just as Esther was thinking along this line of thought, Ouroreus took the initiative to say after a few minutes, as if he suddenly remembered something: "Perhaps the Lord understands something."

Esther choked, you can say this sentence just now, you don't have to wait so long to react!

But she also had an idea of ​​the disposition of this "Angel of Destiny", and his indifference would only become a little more positive when the "Lord" was involved.

It's not that Ouroreus can't communicate, it's just that he needs more time to "think" compared to the croaking of some white-eyed crows.

"Zoya" doesn't seem to be like this, so it shouldn't be a channel relationship, but a personal style?

Skylark sorted out his feathers guiltily, and looked up at Ourorius' side face from time to time.The previous fear of "Angel of Destiny" completely dissipated. Of course, this was when the two sides were not hostile and had always expressed friendship to "Zoya".

There might not be any danger from the "True Creator", but it's hard for Esther to imagine what the legendary crazy evil god is like.

As long as you don't get strangled to death when you meet, it's fine, Esther told herself in her heart.

"Ouroreus, how long have you known 'Zoya'?"

This time, the thinking time was extraordinarily long. When Esther thought that Ulorius would not answer, the gentle voice of "Angel of Destiny" sounded:

"For a long time."

Skylark couldn't help but close his eyes tightly, feeling a little aggrieved.

I just can't remember it!

If you don’t remember, you can just say it directly, and you don’t have to have such a hard time remembering it.Esther wanted to say so.

Seeing Ouroreus's concentration when thinking, Esther thought that he would tell some shocking secrets, but it turned out that she was simply thinking too much.

After several minutes, Ouroreus added another sentence: "You are 'Zoya'."

"Really? Everyone who knows 'Zoya' says so..." Although I am not him.

Esther didn't say the second half of the sentence. Although she felt that Ulorius would not care, she was unwilling to cause conflicts.

But this reminded Esther of another thing: "So, when I was in Backlund before, I met an evil spirit who asked you and called me 'Little Sparrow'."

Ouroreus's silver eyelashes trembled slightly.

Skylark recalled: "It seems to be called 'Red Angel' Medici."

Urolius stopped suddenly, behind him bent his head in prayer, trying not to listen to the conversation between the "Messenger of the Gospel" and the "Family of the Lord", Leomaster almost didn't stop, and almost hit Uroliu directly. Behind him.

The moment Leomaster stopped in embarrassment, he quickly took a step back and waited quietly, but he was full of anxiety because of hearing those conversations, and always felt that if he continued to listen, it would be disrespectful to both parties.

"Medici..." Ulorius just said the name once, as if he had forgotten what to say next.

Esther seemed to understand what he wanted to ask: "The 'Red Angel' is in a bad state. When I met him, the evil spirit was possessing someone else."

"……Um."

Ouroreus responded lightly, and walked forward again. The silver light of his wings kept dispelling the darkness, and at the same time deterred the monsters wandering in the darkness.

Along the way, Ulorius was far away from the ruins of all the towns, and did not encounter any monsters head-on. The journey seemed quite lucky.

"Do you know what happened to Medici? He seems to be very familiar with 'Zoya', as well as you and the Lord..." Esther subconsciously lowered her voice.

Ulorius kept walking, until Esther gave up waiting for an answer, a gentle voice sounded, as light as a dream:

"He'll be lucky."