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"You actually have extraordinary abilities in different ways. This is beyond my expectation." Amon snapped his fingers, and with the melodious sound of the bell, he got ball lightning and hit the huge black dragon.

"Normally speaking, diviners lack the means to harm themselves, and you don't have any sealed artifacts from the Tyrant Path."

"And you can still interfere with time when you are not at the angel level."

"Haha, this is worth studying."

As Amon said, as a diviner, Klein has almost no means to harm himself, especially means to kill himself quickly.

Klein recalled all of his abilities, whether they were paper man substitutes or flame jumps, including abilities such as historical pores and spiritual body threads. Not only were they unable to kill him, they actually allowed him to survive well.

In the supernatural realm, diviners are seriously biased.

"Do you think I didn't notice the inconsistency between your behavior and logic?" Amon grinned, his eyes full of teasing. He raised the monocle in his right eye socket and said to Klein:

"You should have put the monocle on your left eye socket the first time, and put it on your right eye socket the second time. So the question is, aren't you afraid that Medici will kill you directly?"

"A person who cherishes life like you would actually scare Medici twice in a row. If you don't have someone to rely on, once is probably the limit."

"It just so happens that I have been a psychiatrist for a period of time. Based on my contact with you in the past few days, I have initially diagnosed that you have modified your memory and consciousness."

Is it too cruel for Amon to be a psychiatrist?

Klein's expression didn't change. He was just spreading his thoughts to prevent Amon from stealing his deeper thoughts.

Just as Amon was about to make a move, he suddenly squinted at the position behind him. A piece of bright ice with a white-purple arc of light came towards him. The barren land under his feet began to overflow with black tide from unknown time.

Like a cry or a dying bird wailing, the dragon began to chant majestic and ancient words.

"Where did you know this giant dragon?" Amon did not avoid it, because he felt ripples in the space, and it was useless to steal distance.

Amon put on a pointed soft hat as he spoke, and the black robe of a classical magician appeared on his body.

The crystal-carved monocle on his right eye socket shone slightly, and the illusory clock behind him standing on the desolate land rotated rapidly. The second hand and the hour hand continued to intersect, and finally came to coincide with a position symbolizing twelve o'clock. .

At this moment, the black dragon turned into a phantom and returned to history.

Amon stole my historical projection retention time! ?

Klein's heart sank immediately. He had a third way to self-destruct, but now this plan was ruined.

"Are you the true body?" Klein's throat was a little dry and his voice became a little hoarse.

But he still did not despair. More and more memories were revived, and he still had more trump cards.

Putting aside the outrageous spells of Gunara God of Darkness, he has not yet reached the moment of despair.

Amon smiled, did not answer Klein's question, and said as if chatting: "I just saw a strange destiny from that giant dragon, and these strange abilities in you seem to have a certain relationship with him. "

"Interesting, isn't it?"

"The composite ability of the non-adjacent pathway appeared in a being, and the last one was my father who suffered betrayal."

"Of course, I don't think this is a sequence-related force."

"You hold more secrets than I thought."

Klein didn't pay attention to Amon's words, but gradually allowed himself to be in a relatively calm state.

"It seems that you were caught by me on purpose and used the power of the audience channel to make yourself forget some secrets. These secrets are equivalent to Origin Castle in your heart?" Amon grinned, revealing rows of neat teeth. His eyes were bright and he did not hide his curiosity.

"I'm becoming more and more interested in you."

With a smile on his face, Klein moved his body leisurely and said, "Kill me."

"No!" Amon felt very interested and refused with a smile: "This is simply too interesting. I will not kill you even after stealing the Source Castle."

"So, you really don't want to be my favored one?"

"You'd better kill me." Klein put his hands in his pockets and said casually, "Where should we go next?"

"Oh? Why did you take the initiative?" Amon asked without answering.

"Guess?" Klein kept a polite smile and even wanted to take out an ice cream from the historical hole, but Amon took it away before he could take it out.

Amon looked at the ice cream in his hand, smiled, and said, "The mood is good."

Above the gray mist, the crimson stars corresponding to the members of the Tarot Society began to expand and contract, emitting light and creating ripples.

The invisible force began to resonate, and a dark red "figure" loomed on the bronze bench. Su Lin and Zhongli sat on both sides of the bronze bench, looking down.

They are both spectators and the last line of insurance.

Of course, in Klein's words, even if Amon didn't succeed in the original work, it would be wrong for him to be a fool if he allowed Amon to succeed this time.

Well, he only said that he should not be a fool, but he did not say that he did not want Source Castle.

So assuming that Klein accidentally steals the Source Castle by Amon, Amon will be attacked by two gods at the moment he opens the gate of the Source Castle and enters.

Han Li: "Brother Zhou has the demeanor of an immortal when he calls for thunder. Unfortunately, we cannot cultivate both paths at the same time."

Han Li: "For normal people."

He added this specifically because several people in the group were not normal people.

Song Shuhang: "The magic power of cultivating immortals is boundless~"

Zhang Chulan: "Master Dao, I gradually understand everything, hahahaha."

Zhang Chulan: "Ahem, sorry, just kidding."

Emiya Shirou: "This is Amon himself. He really looks like a traditional magician."

Emiya Shirou: "My right eyelid feels a little itchy when I see him. I'm just kidding. Ye Fan, can you put down the tripod?"

Xiao Yan: "You can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense. Where did my monocle go? Oh, I found it."

Su Lin: "It's too scary. There are so many Amon in the group."

In Zhongli's live broadcast room, Amon suddenly received an epic level of enhancement and parasitized across the heavens.

Zhong Li looked at Su Lin opposite who was wearing a monocle and was silent for two seconds. Although he was very adaptable, sometimes he would inevitably feel like he was facing several walnuts at the same time.

‘Should I be glad that there is no Amon in the group? ’

Lu Mingfei: "This is not your limit, can you give Mr. Fool some hard work? @Su Lin"

Su Lin: "You can but it's not necessary."

Lu Mingfei: "Xiao Su, go and give him the whole job."

Su Lin: "Are you drifting?"

Lu Mingfei: "I also said I would give you a Gundam, model Freedom."

Su Lin: "Brother, please take good care of it!"

Zhong Li smiled helplessly and shook his head helplessly.

Under the gray fog, Klein's footsteps paused slightly, and he looked up at the lightning flashing across the sky.

Not far away, there was a giant with vertical pupils that was about tens of meters tall and covered in traces of rot and pus. His eyes were sunken and lifeless. There was an extremely deep ravine near where he was wandering.

Amon had just introduced him to him, that was the youngest son of Giant King Ormir, 'God of Honor' Bradl.

"So, where is this place?" Klein vaguely felt that he should know the name of this place.

"This is the sacred place where my father woke up, and the place where the history I am pursuing is buried." Amon pushed up the monocle in his eye sockets, and said with a bit of solemnity: "Chenobyl. "

When Klein heard the name, his casual posture disappeared. After briefly staring at Amon, indescribable emotions surged in his heart.

Not too surprised, but feeling down.

'I never left. ’

"Chenobelil" is like a keyword that unlocks the heavy shackles on Klein's astral body and astral intelligence body. Deep in the island of the soul, in a confessional shrouded in fog, a ray of illusory sunlight shone through the enamel glass, and the young man with black hair and brown eyes opened his eyes.

‘I have already finished digesting the ancient scholar’s ​​potion! ’

As soon as this thought came up, gray mist appeared in front of his eyes, and the prayers of Tarot Club members could be heard in his ears.

Klein instantly realized that his connection with Origin Castle was further strengthened at this time, and he could return to Origin Castle without the need for incantations or walking four steps backward!

He immediately wanted to activate the Source Castle, but found that he had returned to his previous state of being unable to move outside the God's Abandoned Land.

Deeply parasitic? !

"I changed my mind." Amon slowly turned his head from not far ahead, raised the corners of his mouth exaggeratedly, and the voice came from his mouth and Klein's mind at the same time:

"My original plan was to give you some time through the journey, give you some historical knowledge, help you digest the 'Ancient Scholar' potion, let you relax your guard in this regard, and let you find that when your connection with Source Castle deepens, Steal the Source Castle the moment you suddenly return to it."

"But that was before."

"How is it possible that the Land Abandoned by God does not have the extraordinary characteristics of the high-level audience path? I only need to control the power of the audience path through parasitism to observe you carefully."

"I have been observing you since I discovered the contradictions in you. The giant dragon you summoned behind you and its own strange authority convinced me of one fact, that is..."

"You were caught by me on purpose and taken to the land abandoned by the gods."

"So I just put the Worm of Time that I took out back into your body. Until that moment, I was sure that you had some way of predicting my actions."

"This is really interesting, so I decided to change the method and keep you. If necessary, it is not impossible to bear your fate."

The terrifying ravings of the King of Angels not only contained Amon’s chuckle, but also destroyed Klein’s spirit.

On the surface of his skin, "spirit worms" were squirming and surging, and he was on the verge of losing control.

"Let's go, I will take you to the depths of Chernobyl." Amon stole the distance between Klein and Him, allowing Klein to leave Chernobyl with Him in a state where he could not think about anything. Go inside.

But at this moment, the long-dead Cyclops, covered in rot and pus, stretched out his huge blue-black hand and blocked Amon's way.

Amon's eyes narrowed and he looked at the giant. There were almost illusory black thin tubes behind him, which extended to infinity.

A brush sound.

A large sword composed of orange-red light suddenly condensed in the hands of this black giant who was tens of meters tall. He held it in one hand and swung it towards Klein and Amon who were still on the edge of the deep ditch.

The son of the giant king, who had been wandering in the land abandoned by the gods for thousands of years without sleeping, suddenly burst out with unprecedented power. The sword blade spanned the space, and the edge of the sword formed a storm that could almost destroy this wilderness.

Amon didn't move. This sudden change still couldn't hurt him. He took advantage of a loophole in some rules to allow himself and Klein to avoid the incoming blow.

"Dark night." Amon spit out a word.

The moment Amon activated his ability, he stole Klein's idea of ​​returning to Origin Castle.

But Klein's eyes were not confused. Taking advantage of this brief moment of regaining consciousness, he remembered more things.

"Leodro!"

Boom!

Thousands of silver-white lightning showers covered the area.

Amon smiled. Just calling the god's name was not enough to break through his defense and attack his body. After all, it was only the residual divine power. Even if Klein called out the true name of the god who had left the divine power, the result would be the same.

The only troublesome thing is the "dark night" who controls the son of the Giant King in front of him.

It turns out that he has controlled the uniqueness of the "God of Death" path.

Thin black tubes stretched out from the hidden darkness, trying to attack Amon directly, but Amon sensed Klein's next move through deep parasitism and continued to read the name.

He did not stop Klein's action and focused his energy on preparing to use the rules to leave.

"Ocuses!"

Oh, the eternal blazing sun, the scorching light came down even before the name was finished.

"Su Lin!"

Amon turned his head and looked aside. It was not the language of giants or ancient Hermes, but the language of the old days?

Under Amon's gaze, the remnants of the eternal blazing sun's divine power gathered into a human form. It was a black-haired young man with a face as clear as a sculpture, clear outlines, unusually handsome, and a pair of sharp, white-gold eyes.

‘God descends? ’

As soon as this thought came to Amon's mind, bursts of illusory and fuzzy light suddenly bloomed in the mind of the deeply parasitic Klein.

In the confession room protruding from the island of the soul, Klein, with black hair and brown eyes, recited incantations, using himself as an anchor to become an outlet for the power of light.

Su Lin, a clone mixed with the divine power of Okuses, held a sword of light in both hands, raised it above his head, and launched a precise strike targeting the curser.

【Holy Judgment】

The two 'worms of time' that Amon had parasitized in Klein's body were instantly wiped out.

Klein's mental body was also completely integrated with the outer personality at this time. An idea suddenly occurred to him, and he looked at Amon aside with a weird smile and said:

"The God of Light has revived in my body."

As soon as he finished speaking, Klein's entire body turned into a skin wrapped in concentrated light power!

Amon's Worm of Time was just the beginning. Every spiritual worm in Klein's body was gradually purified by light, and majestic holy light surged out of his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.

In less than a second, Klein's body was completely purified, and his consciousness and spirit body returned to the Source Castle.

After being silent for a few seconds, Amon adjusted the position of his glasses, looked up at the Source Castle at the infinite height, outlined the corners of his mouth little by little, and whispered: "Interesting."

At this time, inside the ancient palace above the gray fog.

At the top of the long bronze table, the bookish-looking Klein with black hair and brown eyes gradually overlapped with the "dark red" figure. In his recovering consciousness, Klein sensed layers of prayers echoing in his ears.

"Thinking boxing, thinking is like a spring!

Remember the sword, never forget it!!

Xiao Kezhang, life after life!!!

Xiao Ke, Xiao Ke, Xiao Ke!

The joy in pain, the taste of a witch!

The illiterate, curly-haired baboon in despair!

The mantra in nothingness, Leodro!

The solo dancer in Origin Castle, the Lord of Mysteries! "

Klein's eyes suddenly widened and he forcibly gained control of the spirit body!