Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Renekton ignored Amon's suggestion. After all, an Amon appeared in front of him, and his illusion might have been sieved by the Amons.

As his thoughts passed by, the illusion that enveloped the entire afternoon town suddenly disappeared. Under the lightning that flashed from the sky from time to time, the surrounding dilapidated houses and streets reappeared, and even the air seemed to have a stale smell.

Wearing a monocle, Amon leaned leisurely against a half-collapsed wall, combing a few strands of hair in front of his forehead with one hand, and said:

"You have a lot of good things in you. Before I even got close, I smelled the scent of the arrogant sun."

Renekton lowered his eyes and said nothing, and the idea of ​​knocking down Amon along with the wall behind him became stronger and stronger.

Taking a deep breath, the deep blue glow in his eyes faintly flowed, and then he suppressed the thoughts that kept floating in his heart.

The next moment, his body suddenly became transparent and turned into a statue made of countless starlights. The statue instantly shattered and turned into dots of bright stars surging away from here.

At the moment when the stars surged over the edge of Afternoon Town, the silvery white that shrouded the entire Afternoon Town flashed away, and he returned to the square in the center of Afternoon Town, back in front of Amon.

"Do you want to know what the secret of Silver City is?"

Amon's voice with some evil taste echoed in his ears. Renekton ignored him and his eyes were still blank.

This situation only lasted for a moment, and soon he accepted the extra memories in his mind and clarified his current situation.

"Huh? Did you react quickly?"

Amon's teasing voice echoed in his ears. Renekton twitched the corners of his mouth and said speechlessly:

"Did you steal Ourolius' destiny cycle ability?"

Amon raised his hand and pressed the edge of the monocle at the position of his right eye, and said in a calm tone:

"It's not just that stupid big snake that has the ability to reset the destiny within a certain range."

Renekton did not think about the truth or falsehood of his words, but instead asked: "How did you find me? It can't be that you have been sending clones to follow people in Silver City, right?"

Amon curled his lips and said:

"Although I have many clones, they are not meant to be wasted like this."

"I felt some disturbance of fate, and then I followed the source of this disturbance to find this place."

"You want to say that you haven't done anything yet? That may be because you are too unlucky. The little ripples you caused happened to be within my observation."

Renekton twitched his lips. He didn't quite believe Amon's explanation, but he didn't refute him.

Amon stretched out his hand and squeezed his monocle, and suddenly a bonfire appeared around him, as well as two wooden chairs with a dark red color and many scratches on the surface.

Where did Amon steal the campfire and chairs? The shape of the chair doesn't look like the style from God's Forsaken Land. Do all Amon share a utility room? Renekton pulled over a chair and sat down while letting his thoughts wander.

Amon sat on the chair opposite the bonfire, leaning against the wooden chair and saying:

"As long as it's not a place like the God's Abandoned Land that blocks the connection between me and other clones, we can freely control what the other party steals."

"Okay, you've asked so many questions, now it's my turn, right?"

"Okay." Renekton nodded lightly while leaning on the wooden chair.

This Amon is probably at the level of Sequence Three, which is not too dangerous, but he cannot let down his guard. Did he do it on purpose?

To be able to assemble a Sequence Three clone so quickly, was he nearby from the beginning? Or some ability I don't know about?

Across from the bonfire, Amon's face reflected a constantly beating red color. He crossed his chest with one hand and supported his chin with the other, looking like he was thinking hard.

As the interactive thoughts in Renekton's mind became more and more confusing, he finally spoke:

"Who was that gray stone statue in the illusion just now?"

Renekton glanced at Amon in surprise. Seeing that the other person was listening attentively, he organized his words a little and said:

"The 'Learned One', the new faith in the Pas Valley of the Southern Continent, is the guide for those who are confused, the disseminator of knowledge, and the supreme master of all mysteries and philosophies."

“Would you like to know what you believe about Him?”

"If I say yes, will you start preaching to me now?" Amon said with a faint smile on his lips, looking very curious.

Renekton shook his head slightly and said:

"No, it's not my job to preach. This is also a problem."

"Oh, no problem." Amon laughed nonchalantly, and then continued:

"What are you here for? To select a group of loyal believers, or to help him obtain the blasphemous tablets in the King's Court of Giants?"

Renekton leaned back, leaning against the back of the chair, and replied in a calm voice:

"Maybe only the former, or maybe both, depending on your father's choice."

On the other side of the bonfire, Amon's expression changed for the first time, and he said in an unusually calm tone:

"My father is dead. He is just an evil spirit that lingers."

Renekton seemed not to notice Amon's expression and continued to ask:

"If He is not, why does Ouroleus, who is the king of the angels of the Destiny Path, always follow Him? The madness will not continue forever. What if He regains his sanity one day in the future?"

Amon stared deeply at Renekton across the bonfire. When Renekton thought he would not answer this question, he spoke in a relaxed tone as if he didn't care:

"He's not. That big snake is stupid. Maybe in his eyes that madman is some kind of continuation of my father, but in my eyes it's not. He's just a madman, a madman who inherited part of my father's legacy."

"Even if one day He regains his sanity, it will only be a similarity."

Renekton nodded slightly, pondered for a moment and then asked: "What if He takes back the other half?"

Amon suddenly sat up straight, leaning on the chair, and an imperceptible sharpness flashed in his eyes.

He said in a deep voice: "The other half?"

Renekton nodded and said in a tone as if he was making a bold assumption:

"The true Creator is your father's crazy humanity. Do you think there is a divine incarnation of Him hidden in the outside world?"

"At that time, He had already half-stepped into that stage. Do you believe that He would die like that?"

Amon lowered his head and frowned slightly, as if he was deep in thought.

After a moment, he said to himself:

"Most of my father's remaining characteristics were eaten by those three betrayers. Do you think they will be my father's back-up for resurrection? Maybe they were in the past, but they are definitely not now."

"The remaining part formed the madman who crawled out of my father's body. Although he inherited some of my father's memories, emotions and will, he was not."

"The last remaining bit of a writer's identity was taken away by that bigot."

Amon's unfinished words suddenly stopped. He stood up thoughtfully, looked down at Renekton who was sitting on the chair, and said in a deep voice:

"Do you know something? The audience is the best at performing and deceiving people. My paranoid brother is not consistent with what he shows?"

"I don't know. After all, I've never even met your brother."

Renekton shrugged, and as he spoke, his body turned into a surging star sand, scattering throughout the afternoon town.

Amon snorted coldly without raising his head. He raised his hand to pinch the edge of the monocle, rubbed it twice, and a silvery white light slipped through.

The whole afternoon was instantly frozen in the town, whether it was the lightning in the sky, the swaying bonfire, or the scattered stars and sand.

The surrounding scenes quickly regressed, and the scattered stars and sand regrouped into Renekton's figure, and then disintegrated into twinkling stars and invisible gravity and electromagnetism in an instant.

"Oh, interesting."

Amon curled his lips and took a step forward casually. His figure disappeared instantly, and the next moment he appeared at the edge of PM Town hundreds of meters away.

He looked in a certain direction and kept moving forward. By stealing the distance and his own position, he covered a distance of several hundred meters with each step he took.

In less than half a minute, he caught up with Renekton running in the darkness.

The next moment, the positions between the two parties were exchanged. He looked at Renekton with burning eyes and said:

"Are you walking so slowly, are you waiting for me? Is this the battlefield you chose for yourself?"

"The method you used to escape just now is very similar to the style of a high-sequence thief, the rules of fraud. Have you seen Pales? Is he doing well? Next time you see him, remember to say hello to him for me. From a distance It's been a long time since we first met, and I still miss him so much."

Pales just wanted to shout: Don't come over!

The secret technique I learned from the old man is indeed not good. I am not a real thief. Even if I am caught by surprise, it will be difficult to hide it from Amon. He was more deliberately watching the show than not really reacting.

Moreover, I am not a master of secret arts, so I can only use these secret arts through magic scrolls, which is really inconvenient.

After sighing in his heart for a moment, Renekton said helplessly:

"I thought about it just now, and I found that there is no hatred between us, and there is no inevitable conflict. Why can't we be harmonious?"

"Don't you react too fiercely every time you see me?" Amon spread his hands and said innocently.

"Maybe it's because your reputation is too loud."

Renekton sighed slightly, paused and then said:

"So, since we have no conflict, can we just say goodbye?"

Amon smiled and refused:

"No, I'm very curious about your coming to the Land Abandoned by Gods. If you don't want me to follow you, then you can only let my true body come."

"Or how about we play a game of cat and mouse?"

"Not very good." Renekton refused without thinking.