Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

The whistling wind gradually became more violent. The strong wind carried the surrounding figures away from the area, and at the same time turned into invisible restraints that hindered Amon's steps.

Amon glanced playfully at the figures who were being carried away by the strong wind, and said provocatively to the tall and burly middle-aged man who was controlling the strong wind:

"Oh, aren't you worried that there are clones of me among these transferred believers?"

"My Lord's eyes are fixed on this place, and not a single worm of time can leave!"

"Of course, no starlight can cross the strong wind!"

Yan Cotman's voice was exceptionally calm, so calm that Renekton felt that the Cardinal of the Church of Storms might have just gone mad.

The loose Storm Priest robe was fully held up by his well-defined muscles, and his dark blue eyes burst out with bright light. His hair was like small worms, and the tentacles spread out in the strong wind, intertwined with the lightning falling from the sky. together.

Under his strong pressure, the surrounding wind almost condensed into substance, tightly wrapped around Renekton's body, making it difficult for him to even lift his fingers.

Seeing that the wind around him had completely locked him, Renekton simply showed his figure, looked sideways at Amon not far away, and said in a helpless voice:

"We seem to have underestimated the benefits of anger to angry people."

"is it?"

"I have never underestimated the anger of this group of angry people, and I think you are also aware of this."

"However, your idea of ​​using them to get rid of me and completely wipe out all my clones in the Rhoside Islands came to nothing. Now, we are survivors on a small boat!"

Amon raised his head slightly, with a faint smile still on his lips. He seemed to be enjoying the excitement. His plain voice mixed with a little playfulness was clearly transmitted to the ears of everyone present.

boom!

A huge sonic boom sounded out of thin air, mixed with the whine of the wind, one after another, directly flooding the entire square.

The figures of Amon and Renekton became thinner and brittle one after another, turning into a crudely cut paper figure, which was directly torn into pieces by the violent sonic boom.

The figures of Renekton and Amon flickered and floated in the layers of air waves. From time to time, they turned into scraps of paper, colorful foam, and things that did not exist at all.

"Haha, the spells you master are very interesting!"

Amon's voice echoed in Renekton's ears, seeming a little arrogant.

Renekton was a little speechless. His spells were always stolen by Amon at critical moments. If his spellcasting ability hadn't been greatly improved after being promoted to Sequence Three, and he also had the spiritual intuition from the master of prophecy, he wouldn't have had time to cast it. The second spell.

"Looking on the bright side, with my help, your spellcasting ability has been qualitatively improved in just a few minutes."

Amon quietly stole the distance between him and Renekton, and appeared behind Renekton in an instant. His voice echoed directly in Renekton's ears.

Renekton's figure became transparent in the next moment, turning into a statue made of countless stars. Two thumb-sized insects of time appeared on the shoulders of the statue and fell directly to the ground.

The moment they landed, the two insects of time turned into two gleams of light and returned to Amon's body.

boom! boom! boom!

Silver-white electric snakes jumped out of the air, carrying a violent and destructive aura that was as strong as the real thing. They attacked Amon and Renekton densely, shrouding the surrounding area of ​​several hundred meters in the Thunder Forest.

Renekton spread out his left hand, and a milky-white dice on it started to spin spontaneously, and stopped before the lightning struck, with six o'clock pointing up!

Due to extreme luck, the lightning that struck all around always avoided this small area due to various coincidences and accidents, and even the splashed gravel failed to affect this area.

Amon's eyes fell on the dice of probability, and he quickly took it back, as if he had no intention of stealing it.

He looked into the air through the thunder that shrouded the surroundings, and said in a calm voice:

"When the angel of the angry people comes, do you really not want to consider becoming my favored one? I can take you out of here."

"The Beloved? Is he the one who helps you attract firepower? After stealing the Church of the Waves, the Lord of Storms will definitely be able to target you directly. Those lightning bolts that were deflected just now should be cleaning up your stay in Bayam, or even the entire Rothed. Other clones of the archipelago.”

"The angels of the storm and the 'Sea King' are just blocking us from destroying too many areas when the divine punishment of the storm comes."

Renekton responded to Amon with a chuckle, while gently rubbing the dice of probability with his left hand, thinking about whether extreme luck could allow him to survive God's punishment.

"You have been holding this dice in your hand just to let it bring the people and objects around you under your control little by little, and turn the surrounding area into a world of probability?"

"But have you ever considered that the angry people will not be affected by it, nor will his divine punishment."

Amon said with a little disdain and curiosity in his voice.

He also held something like a black mist in his hand, trying to get more information by affecting Renekton's emotions.

The dark blue and almost purple light flowing in Renekton's eyes rippled slightly, losing the characteristics of a prophet, and he was no longer so resistant to the ability to stir up emotions and desires.

Taking a deep breath, he tilted his head slightly and said in a hoarse voice:

"Then why have you been trying to parasitize me and steal the Wheel of Fortune card from my hand?"

"You should know that you cannot successfully steal anything from me while the die of probability has blessed me with luck."

"That's not necessarily true!"

Amon always had a faint smile on his lips. As he spoke, he reached out and fumbled for a tarot card from the inner pocket of his classical robe.

Renekton's pupils shrank sharply, and his intuition told him that it was a card of paper blasphemy.

He subconsciously turned his head and looked at the probability die in his left hand, which still showed six o'clock pointing up.

How could it be possible that he subconsciously reached out his right hand to fumble for his Wheel of Fortune card? Whether it was touch or intuition, the feedback given to him was a true blasphemy card.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly thought of something. He turned his head and looked at the tarot card in Amon's hand with the back facing him and said:

"Wrong card?"

Amon looked at Renekton with a playful expression and said:

"Your reaction is so funny, I thought you wouldn't be scared."

"This is a gift given to me by a young occult enthusiast. He relied on some descriptive words on this blasphemous card and recited a vague name that could point to the 'wrong' name. And I, Answered him!”

Amon casually tossed the error card in his hand, revealing a figure with two naked figures, a man and a woman, and an angel with pure white wings on his back.

Renekton raised his eyebrows slightly, then withdrew his gaze. After mastering the uniqueness of error, at some point, to a certain extent, he could already represent the true god of this path.

Is this telling me that He can indeed steal the items from me when I am blessed by the dice of probability? Or is this just His deception on me?

"You can take a guess."

"Or, you play a game with me. If you win, I will give you this error card. If you lose, you will help me steal the church of the Dragon of Betrayal. How about that?"

Amon suggested with a smile.

Renekton didn't see the slightest panic from him, and seemed not to care about the divine punishment of the coming storm.

Renekton did not respond to Amon's words, and his eyes fell on the slowly rotating milky white dice on his open left palm.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but he felt that the dice was becoming more and more difficult to spin. It seemed that it was very difficult to modify the probability here.

"This dice is reaching its limit. These lightning bolts are holding back the will of some angry people, and the probability cannot be easily modified."

Amon's voice echoed clearly in Renekton's ears, as if in response to his words, this time the dice of probability could not continue to turn after reaching five o'clock.

"Five o'clock. Is this the limit?"

Renekton murmured, and his figure instantly became transparent, like a statue made of countless starlights. It flickered with starlight, quickly shattered, and turned into bright starlight, surging towards the edge of the Thunder Forest. Go.

"Ha!" Amon chuckled as he watched Renekton turn into a star and fade away.

He raised his hand to adjust the monocle in his eyes, and the silver lightning that fell towards him disappeared instantly, as if it had never appeared.

He looked at the place where Renekton left and muttered:

"After chatting for so long, I finally stole the secret effect he exerted on me. The absolutely lucky dice of probability is really troublesome."

"Every gift from fate has already been marked with a secret price. Will that very unique dice betray the price at the most critical moment?"

“I’m really looking forward to it!”

With a slight sigh at the corner of his lips, His figure suddenly disappeared and reappeared in the gap between the lightning storm. Travel through by stealing locations.

boom!

At the edge of the Thunder Forest, a terrifying sonic boom, mixed with the whimpers of the wind realm, instantly sounded. The surging stars were instantly washed away, and the lightning falling from the sky could no longer be completely avoided.