Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

The expression on Zatwin's face froze for an instant, and his spiritual intuition was shouting crazily, as if something bad had happened.

Huh~ Taking a deep breath, he looked around for a long time with a solemn expression, but found nothing. Only the pool of silver-white liquid on the floor was slowly flowing, gradually converging into a closed circle.

"Something is wrong, something dangerous seems to have happened, but nothing here appears abnormal at all, except"

Whispering to himself, he lowered his eyes and looked at the circle formed of silver-white liquid on the ground. This was the only abnormality in the room.

He took a step back, and his figure suddenly became transparent and illusory, like a real resentful spirit.

There was no mirror around him that he could cling to, so he planned to enter the spiritual world and stay away from this place by roaming in the spiritual world.

The transparent and illusory figure quickly became thinner. At the moment when he was about to disappear, he seemed to have triggered something. The scene in the room suddenly blurred for a moment. When everything became clear again, he returned to the previous position, back to the world outside the mirror. the second before.

Damn it, the scattered blood that I didn't have time to clean up will definitely be used. That guy is a master of prophecy, and divination and tracking are his strengths. Is this what is special about the God's Favored One? It was obvious that the last time he fought with Maihams, he had just been promoted to Sequence Four.

As soon as his thoughts started to float, the dark mirror world around him suddenly became brighter. The crimson moonlight illuminated the surroundings, making the originally unreal and unreal scene clear again.

Zatwin stopped in surprise, and looked around with vigilant eyes, trying to find the existence that was secretly exerting influence.

The next moment, he suddenly turned back and looked at the painted glass window behind him. There was nothing there, only a pool of silver-white liquid on the ground, which exactly outlined a closed circle.

Why isn't the glass window broken? No, why do I think the glass window should be broken at this time? How did I escape from the mirror world and appear here?

Zatwin ignored the wound on his chest that was still crawling and recovering, and tried to establish contact with something. His spiritual intuition kept warning, and it seemed that he had fallen into some strange situation.

"You seem to be in a hurry. You might as well talk to me. Maybe I can help you." A voice that seemed to be deliberately lowered sounded from behind him without any sense of violation.

Zatwin felt that his heart, which had just recovered from squirming, was beating twice violently in an instant. The pain of tearing flesh and blood brought his thoughts back to his mind. He turned around in shock and looked behind him at the place where the sound had just sounded.

He saw a crow with shiny black feathers and a circle of white eyeshadow on its right eye. It appeared in the room at some point and stood on the wooden chair close to the wall.

His vision blurred for a moment, and the original crow suddenly turned into a figure wearing a black classical robe and a soft pointed hat of the same color. He had black curly hair and black eyes. He was sitting leisurely on a wooden chair, playing with a stone in his hand. Like a monocle made of ground crystal.

"Amon!" Zatwin was just stunned for a moment, and he quickly recognized the other person. While he was shocked, he couldn't help but take half a step back.

"Haha, I didn't expect people from the Rose School to know me. It seems like my reputation is quite high."

Amon twitched the corners of his mouth and showed an insincere smile. He held the edge of the monocle and shook it, and then put the monocle on his right eye.

Ignoring Zatwin's suspicious and wary gaze, he chuckled and said:

"I happened to be passing by and was attracted by the unusual fluctuations in destiny here. I didn't expect to see such a gorgeous drama."

"It's a mixed battlefield, and even the so-called righteous gods and starry sky guys above are involved. It's a pity that the light of the red moon is too bright, and some guys deliberately cover it up, otherwise you can see the true colors of the stars tonight ”

"I haven't seen such a gorgeous drama in a long time, so I couldn't help but want to participate. After all, even my paranoid brother secretly joined the carnival!"

".What?" Zatwin looked at Amon in shock. As he stepped back, his figure suddenly became illusory and transparent.

Following his movements, the scene in the room instantly shattered, as if going back in time.

Damn it, the scattered blood that I didn't have time to clean up will definitely be used. That guy is a master of prophecy, and divination and tracking are his strengths. Is this what is special about the God's Favored One? It was obvious that the last time he fought with Maihams, he had just been promoted to Sequence Four.

Zatwin only felt that he was in a trance for a moment. The dark mirror world around him suddenly became brighter. The crimson moonlight illuminated the surroundings, making the originally unreal and unreal scene clear and clear.

Amon was sitting on the wooden chair next to the wall, looking at Zatwin who reappeared, raising his eyebrows slightly, and said in a leisurely tone:

"Why are you so anxious? I triggered the restart before I even finished speaking. I don't have the hobby of saying what I have already said again."

While speaking, he held a black glove in his right hand and put it on his left hand.

Before Zatwin had time to digest Amon and his words that suddenly appeared in front of him, he saw the black glove he was putting on his left hand.

He subconsciously looked down at his left hand, which was empty, and the glove that was supposed to be on his hand had disappeared.

"When?" Zatwin's pupils dilated slightly, his tone full of disbelief and surprise.

Amon chuckled and looked up at him and said:

"When you were talking just now, you listened too carefully. You accidentally triggered the special thing here and entered a loop. I had to help you put away this glove for the time being."

The black glove was put on by Amon on his left hand. He tightened his fist casually, and the glove that was originally close to the skin instantly emitted a little bit of gray light. These shimmers continued to wander around Amon's palm, outlining the A worm of time with twelve transparent links emerges.

The transparent and illusory Worm of Time twisted and squirmed wantonly in mid-air, and then slowly integrated into Amon's body, which made the aura on Amon's body instantly solidify.

Zatwin was stunned for a moment when he felt the change in Amon's expression, and his deeply sunken eyes were full of anger.

"Humph!"

He opened his mouth slightly, wriggled his throat and let out a cold snort that could pierce a person's eardrums and hurt the spirit body.

As soon as the sound came out of the mouth, it suddenly disappeared.

"Quiet, you mutants like to shout at every turn. Is it that only screaming can bring you a sense of security?"

Amon frowned slightly, his tone a little impatient, as if he had met a child who kept playing high-pitched sounds in his ears.

Zatwin had a cold face, and there was unconcealable malice flowing in his eyes, and he felt like he was gradually becoming metamorphosed in silence.

His eyes were fixed on Amon in front of him, and it seemed that as long as he was sure of the opponent's true nature, he would rush forward and give the opponent a fatal blow at any time.

"The thoughts in your mind are mixed with a stench, which is as bad as the smell in the abyss. Have you been pickled by the mother tree of desire? Have you given birth to a child for her?"

"Apart from dismemberment, don't you have any other torture methods?"

Amon sat leisurely on the wooden chair, with a slight smile on his lips. His voice was warm and gentle, but it could always arouse people's emotions.

"." Zatwin opened his cracked mouth with a ferocious expression, as if he was screaming silently, and the strong curse force was vented around him as he opened his mouth.

Amon's figure suddenly twisted, a layer of greasy and viscous liquid secreted from the surface of the skin, and the skin gradually turned dark green. The body continued to twist and retract, deforming in the direction of the frog.

As his figure changed, Amon "lost" most of his traits and extraordinary abilities, and he turned into a real frog.

Zatwin watched this scene and slowly raised the corners of his lips. He knew that he had guessed correctly. The Amon here was just a clone of the fourth level of the sequence.

He stuck out his dark red tongue and licked the corner of his mouth. The malice in his eyes became more obvious, as if he had already thought about how to deal with the frog.

Zatwin looked down at the confused frog lying on the ground, twitched the corner of his mouth, and said jokingly:

"Qua~"

"Quack? Quack!"

Um? what happened? Why do I make frog noises?

Zatwin was horrified to find that everything around him had been magnified several times, and even the colors had become lighter. No, it was not that the things around him were magnified, but that my body had become smaller!

Uneasy thoughts came one after another in Zatwin's mind. He had some vague realizations in his heart, but he couldn't believe it.

".How interesting!"

Amon squatted down, chuckled, looked down at the frog at his feet with only half a heart left, and said to himself:

"This ability to swap fates is interesting, don't you think?"

"I almost forgot that aliens with strong vitality can survive without a heart, but ordinary frogs don't have this ability."

Amon was talking to himself. On the floor at his feet, there was a frog with dry and cracked skin and half a heart missing. It lay there motionless. Its legs were stretched very straight, revealing a light yellowish white color. belly.

The frog's eyes were somewhat sunken, staring at the ceiling, as if glaring at someone who was in front of him.

Dots of gray-white light were precipitating from the frog's body, and the speed gradually increased. Within a moment, the floating light dots flooded the entire room, and then began to slowly flow and converge, forming a vortex that collapsed inward.

Those precipitated characteristics were reintegrated into the frog corpse on the ground, and a bright white light lit up around it.