Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

"It's dawn, please open your eyes."

While Renekton was still complaining, the cleric Amon had already completed the process.

He calmly stared at Amon, who was wearing a black classical robe at the top, and said with a very restrained emotion in his eyes:

"The person who was killed last night was you!"

His finger suddenly pointed at Amon, who was wearing a black classical robe at the top.

At this moment, Renekton felt as if he saw unconcealable surprise and excitement in the eyes of the Amons around him.

All I can say is that it is indeed Amon, which is both surprising and reasonable at the same time.

Amon, who was wearing a black classical robe, made a very sad expression and said, "Okay, you guys are really good at playing."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed it in mid-air. Amon, who was floating in the center of the table and wearing a white clergyman's robe, suddenly disappeared. The silver cross that was originally held by Amon also appeared in the middle of the table. The robe in the hands of Amon.

Renekton looked at him in surprise, then looked away, leaning his head on the back of the chair, as if he was resting with his eyes closed.

Amon, who was wearing a black classical robe, played with the silver cross in his hand and said:

"Next, I will take you through the game process."

At the end of the round of speeches, all Amon said that he was a good person, and at the same time denounced Amon who concealed his identity and chose to backstab the subject in the first round.

There are so many Amon dramas among these people, will the Gou San family become such elites in the later stage?

While Renekton was still complaining, Amon, who was sitting at the top, had already started to push the process:

"Please close your eyes when it gets dark."

"It's dawn, please open your eyes."

"The one who was killed last night was you."

As expected, Renekton saw Amon pointing a hand at him.

This group of Amons are killing each other like crazy. It always feels like they are not here to play games, but to vent their grievances that are usually squeezed by the main body. The only outsider exits, and the rest is playing with themselves. I really doubt their mental state.

Renekton looked around at Amon around the round table. His figure suddenly became transparent and shattered into dots of surging bright stars, scattered out of the illusion.

As the stars dissipated, the library built in the illusion instantly became transparent and disappeared.

At the top, Amon, who was sitting leisurely on a high-backed chair, squeezed the monocle in his hand. The illusion that just disappeared reappeared, unchanged from before. Except for the wall lamps on the surrounding walls and pillars, the originally beating The firelight was frozen there, like a static three-dimensional painting.

Amon, who was wearing a black classical robe, glanced at the Amons around the round table who were already immersed in the game. After casually appointing the person who had just been eliminated to replace him, he calmly put on the monocle he was holding in his hand. To the right eye position.

The next moment, his figure suddenly disappeared. When he appeared again, he had arrived outside the church in the center of the city.

The surging starlight gathered around here, and the starlight quickly reunited inside, revealing Renekton's figure.

Renekton looked at Amon who arrived here before him and was not surprised. He would have been surprised if Amon didn't follow him.

His eyes swept over Amon, and he said casually:

"It's surprising that you didn't actually cheat in the game."

Amon raised his hand to smooth out a strand of hair in front of his forehead, and at the same time chuckled and said:

“It’s also a form of fraud to surprise.”

Glancing at Amon with a faint smile on his face, Renekton walked straight to the church's prayer hall.

Amon made no movement, but his figure stuck firmly behind Renekton, and the distance between the two seemed to be non-existent.

He sighed while sticking firmly behind Renekton:

"It's a pity that neither of us won. Originally, I planned to ask you to help me get some samples of that gray fog."

"Are you sure this is a small request? Besides, there is such a thing as the mists of history. Without the authority of time or history, I can't even touch it."

Renekton complained speechlessly.

While they were talking, the two of them had already arrived at the prayer hall, where everything had been restored to its original state.

The dolls wearing clergy robes were kneeling neatly on the ground, noisily and devoutly repenting towards the inverted statue of the god.

Amon suddenly took two steps forward, looked around, and said:

"The iron smelting technology at that time was not perfect. Being able to use so many metal products to create dolls and cities was considered a luxury."

Renekton did not answer his words. He gently rubbed the thumb and middle finger of his right hand, creating dots of golden starlight, which emitted a bright but not dazzling light, illuminating the entire hall.

In the brightly lit hall, Renekton looked at the murals on the surrounding walls very carefully this time, trying to decipher some effective information from them.

While he was memorizing the murals around him, he talked to Amon one after another:

"Can they recognize you, Lord Angel of Time?"

"No, there are not many records about me. This is not a city that believes in me, so they know even less about me."

Amon slowly shook his head and explained. As he spoke, he was already close to the inverted statue. The brim of the pointed soft hat on his head was drooped, making it difficult for people to see the expression on his face.

Renekton continued to ask after Amon's words:

"I'm a little curious, where is the city that believes in you? Is it the same as the Amon family in the Fourth Age? Are they all your clones?"

"It wasn't."

Amon replied lightly, holding the monocle in his right hand and shaking it slightly.

Boom!

A deafening sound followed by a thick silvery explosion exploded in the prayer hall.

After a dazzling silvery white, tiny electric snakes were scurrying around on the ground and walls. The originally inverted statues turned into charred gravels scattered on the ground, with a dark gelatinous substance sticking to them. Silver-white electric snakes It was moving extremely slowly on it.

The puppets lying on the ground around them suddenly paused, as if they had been hit too hard and suddenly shut down.

This silence did not last for a second. Scarlet light poured out from the pores of their puppet bodies, full of a feeling of madness and depravity.

"No!"

"Lord, have you abandoned us?"

".Why is this happening! Why."

"Ho~ho."

The doll's voice gradually became chaotic and crazy. In the end, it couldn't even utter a complete sentence, and only the whooshing sound of the friction of its temporal parts was left.

Renekton turned his head and looked at Amon, who was standing quietly in front of the broken idol. He was playing with the crystal monocle in his right hand. His eyebrows were lowered, and the expression on his face was gloomy. The people around him were completely idolized. Not noticing his presence, they simply ignored him and surrounded where Renekton was standing.

Renekton stood there, with a deep blue glow flowing in his eyes, and recited a word in dragon language in a low voice:

"Frost!"

With him as the center, bursts of crystal clear light appeared in the mid-air, swaying outward with a biting chill, quickly sweeping across the entire prayer hall, covering the entire hall with a thick layer of frost.

The surrounding dolls that were still approaching stopped instantly and could no longer move forward. One after another ice ridges were hung on their bodies, and the scarlet light full of madness and depravity revealed from the pores of their bodies became a little dim.

Click!Click!

There were crisp sounds from the thick ice, and cracks spread from the inside to the outside like spider webs. Dark things were flowing inside, as if they would surge out at any time.

Amon didn't know when he put on the monocle he had been playing with, and a voice appeared next to Renekton and said:

"When people here built this church, they added some self-healing functions to it. If they cannot be completely erased or thrown far away, these dolls can be continuously regenerated."

"Self-healing function?" Renekton murmured in a low voice, suddenly thinking of the deep red spiritual light he saw when he looked at the temple before, he asked with some uncertainty:

"What are the characteristics of the Moon Path? A 'Creator' who has control over a certain life domain, or a 'Master of Summoning'?"

Amon shook his head slowly and said:

"No, it's just the 'Witch King', but the original owner of that characteristic was affected by the aura and divine power left by the Mother Goddess of the Earth. He became crazy and also possessed incredible vitality. After being eliminated by the people here, they This quality is retained to create magical items.”

"Do you know too much?" Renekton looked at Amon on the side with some suspicion. He acted as if he had witnessed this with his own eyes.

Amon twitched the corner of his mouth and said in a harsh and playful tone:

"I have always had a clone staying here, and I was also involved in the battle between the conservative faction and the evolutionary faction at that time."

Are you sure you are just participating and not contributing to it?

"Instead of slandering me in your heart, you should think about how to deal with these puppets in front of you. Your frost can no longer trap them."

As soon as Amon finished speaking, the clicking sounds around him became clearer and denser.

Oh!

The sound of the ice breaking suddenly sounded, and a mechanical arm made of metal stretched out from the thick ice, followed by one after another, mechanical arms, heads, and thighs stretched out from the ice everywhere.

The broken ice cubes fell to the ground without making the slightest sound, and were directly swallowed up by the darkness formed by the solidification of shadows and darkness.

"There are so many residual auras of gods here, and they don't affect each other?"

Renekton sighed, and the radiance flowing in his eyes outlined one mysterious symbol after another. His right hand waved in front of him simultaneously, creating little bits of bright starlight and outlining each strange and mysterious symbol.

The blue starlight gradually turned into brilliant gold, dyeing everything around it golden, spreading out layer by layer.