Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Leonard looked at the scenery getting further and further away from him in panic and amazement. He tried hard to open his mouth to say something, but he couldn't make any sound and couldn't interact with the outside world.

In his sight, Amon suddenly approached Pales and inserted one hand into Pales' chest.

The richly colored stained glass windows appeared in his field of vision, blocking his sight. Leonard felt that his interaction with the real world had returned. He was a little confused, and roared out with some grief and anger:

"Do not!!"

His roar was lengthened as he continued to retreat, disappearing into the air.

He walked backwards through several streets before his body came to a stop. The surrounding environment was extremely familiar to him. It was St. Samuel's Church, which he came to almost every day!

In the Bone Church a few streets away, Pales looked down at his pierced chest pain and torn heart, and a weak, self-deprecating smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

On the huge mottled shadow of the clock above his head, a pointer twisted into a worm of time turned slightly. An invisible torrent surged across the long history, and then disappeared completely in an instant.

Amon retracted his right hand that was grasping in the air, chuckled and sighed:

"Oh, is it too late for you to react now?"

"The Church of Bones cannot shield the eyes of the gods for too long. If you tried your best to stop or even destroy the Church of Bones from the beginning, there is a high probability of success, but you spent your time and energy on sending the Nighthawk away. In this matter, now, you have missed your best chance to escape."

While speaking, his body suddenly split apart and turned into countless insects of time wandering around in the Bone Church, creating a huge ancient mottled clock shadow.

The pointer quickly rotated clockwise, and an indescribable invisible torrent instantly surged out, flooding the entire church of bones.

"Alas~" Pales sighed softly. His already gray-haired face became more aged, age spots began to appear on his body, and the worm of time with twelve transparent links under his skin could no longer be hidden.

Amon's voice came from the shadows of the Time Worm wandering in all directions, echoing around with ridicule and ridicule:

"I'm a little curious. Why didn't you change the parasite? Do you think I really didn't find you at that time? Or do you believe that the 'sage', no, he is the 'Emperor of Knowledge' now, and believe that he can protect you?"

"Haha. Have you finally come to your senses and realized that you were blindly confident, that you were too unlucky, that everything was too much of a coincidence?"

"Although I sometimes hate that paranoid, his ability to compile stories is really good. Even in his sleep, he can exert silent influence through the spiritual world."

"After ignoring my existence, have you found that everything has become smoother? You can also harvest two sealed items from the Church of Steam that are enough to replenish yourself. Ha, if you are not allowed to recover a little strength, how can you become free? It’s getting bigger!”

Every word Amon said made Pales's face look even worse, until the restless Worm of Time on his body couldn't be suppressed again, and it came out from the surface of the skin, revealing translucent granules, shaking in the air. , growing.

Gradually, this change seemed to reach a certain limit. The worms of time separated from Pales' body, turning into streaks of pale white light and shadow, and disappeared into the huge mottled shadow of the clock directly above the Bone Church.

Pales's figure became fainter little by little, until it disappeared without a trace.

A burst of pale white light erupted from the shadow of the ancient mottled clock hanging in the air, quickly flooding the Bone Church. When the light disappeared, Amon's figure appeared under the tall cross, holding a light and shadow in his hand. In the aggregated crystal pillar, many "Insects of Time" with twelve links were swimming and wandering quickly inside.

He raised his hand and pressed the monocle on his right eye, with a smile on his lips, and said to himself in a calm tone:

"It's been more than a thousand years, Pales, you are still so naive and kind, giving up the opportunity to escape for an insignificant Nighthawk, but this also saved me a lot of things, for 'Night' and that person The gifts prepared by the 'mob' are of no use."

"And I said that the paranoid is sleeping. How he can do many things through the spiritual world is just some speculation, coupled with some appropriate guidance, to make things develop on a suitable track."

As the words fell, the Bone Church quickly became transparent and blurred, sinking into the deep and dark sea of ​​collective subconscious below.

Amon raised the monocle of his right eye, and a pale white stream of light separated from his body and rushed into the distance.

After doing this, His figure quickly disappeared from the spot.

Boom!

In the clear sky, thunder suddenly exploded, and a few dark clouds emerged, and then quickly dispersed amidst the howling wind.

In the prayer hall of St. Samuel's Church, Leonard hesitated to take a step, but he didn't know where to go. The fight between Amon and Palles was not something he could participate in.

After hesitating for a moment, he walked to the dark holy symbol in front of the hall. Since the old man sent me to the church, it at least meant that it was safe here, or did he want me to ask the goddess for help?

"Waiting for you to ask for help? Then I'm afraid there won't even be a body left." Pales' weak voice echoed in Leonard's ears.

Leonard was stunned for a second, his eyes widened in disbelief, then he lowered his head, pretending to pray, and asked softly:

".Old man?"

"Are you not dead? I saw Amon's hand penetrate your chest, and I thought..."

"You think I was already eaten by him as a snack?" Pales interrupted Leonard angrily, paused for two seconds, and then continued: "That clone has indeed been Eaten by Amon."

"Clone?" Leonard exclaimed in surprise, and then realized that he was praying. After confessing in his heart, he lowered his head a little.

"I swallowed two sealed artifacts of the 'Stealer' path under the Steam Church before, which made my condition a little better. When I met Amon just now, I had already separated a Sequence 2 artifact. The clone, and actively let him steal his own destiny, and made this Sequence 2 clone become the subject by lowering his status. "

Pales briefly explained his self-rescue operation just now, and then sighed:

"I was still careless. I only paid attention to Amon, forgot about Adam, and entered the script they prepared in advance."

Leonard almost exclaimed again. He swallowed, suppressed the shock in his heart, and asked hesitantly:

"Adam? Isn't He already gone?"

After a moment of silence, Pales sighed and explained:

"He just returned to his original form, not dead. The current 'True Creator' can be regarded as a 'visionary'."

"Have you forgotten? The future He declared will surely be staged and become a reality. How could I, an old and frail 'worm of time', avoid the story written by a visionary? To be precise, I Now it's an even weaker 'Trojan of Destiny'."

Leonard listened silently, and after praying together, he got up and left the prayer hall of St. Samuel's Church.

Arriving at the Fountain Square and looking at the crowds going around, Leonard let out a long breath, and his heartstrings that had been tense because of Amon's appearance finally relaxed.

He walked to the edge of the square, feeding the pigeons on the square, and asked in a deep voice:

"Old man, didn't you just send me to the church so that I could pray to the goddess?"

"Can your goddess hear your prayers? Will she answer your prayers?" Pales taunted, and then sighed: "There are too many people praying to Him every day, and He cannot possibly answer every word." All listen, even if it involves Amon.”

"Then why don't you pray to 'The Fool'?" A peaceful, joyful voice sounded from the side.

"Yes, why should I..." Leonard was suddenly stunned, his expression stiffened again, he had heard this voice just now, in the house he rented.

On Leonard's right hand, a white dove with a black circle over its right eye shook its head and spoke Amon's voice:

"Why are you all silent?"

"Are you thinking why I haven't left Backlund even though I have obtained the characteristics of the 'Insect of Time'? Or are you thinking, why do I dare to appear directly next to the church in 'Dark Night'?"

Pales's old voice echoed around him: "A clone worthy of the fourth rank."

The white dove with the dark circles under its eyes raised its wings, pressed the dark circles under its right eye, and chuckled:

"Then why don't you come out and swallow me whole? What are you afraid of?"

Before Amon could finish his words, the white pigeon suddenly lost its voice, and its body disappeared from Leonard's hand as if it was being erased bit by bit with an eraser.

A beautiful-looking, expressionless, young-looking black-haired woman quietly appeared next to Leonard.

Her black eyes were dark and deep, but lacked enough spirituality and looked quite dull.

Silent darkness spread out from under her feet, ripples quickly swaying outward, melting Amon's clones hidden in the dark one by one, turning them into part of the tide.

The surrounding light suddenly dimmed, there was no sound at all, and there was a dead silence in the quiet atmosphere.

"Heh" "It seems." "You can still" "Make a move." "Goodbye."

Amon's voice sounded intermittently around him, as if the purpose of sending his avatar was to confirm the status of the "Night Goddess".

Leonard's throat twitched twice and he swallowed the saliva secreted from his mouth. He looked at the woman who suddenly appeared in front of him at a loss.