"Others will." Amon smiled and said, "I won't."

What a bug... Klein couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Then, the distance between him and the light gate disappeared.

Subconsciously, he forgot the remaining Extraordinary characteristics of the "Reaper" pathway, and entered the mutant light gate together with Amon.

The endless deep darkness and the wriggling linear light were twisted and mixed together, making Klein feel like he was falling weightlessly.

Ten seconds later, he found himself and Amon appeared in a square. The dim light of the leather lantern seemed to be stopped by an invisible force, and it could only illuminate half of the original area.

Lightning flashed across the sky, brightening the surroundings instantly.

With the help of this lightning, Klein saw mutilated statues erected around the square. Some of them had their hands tied behind their backs, or their bodies were wrapped with thorns and roses, or they were shaped like mummies, intuitively giving people the feeling of "bound".

"This was originally a city-state that believed in alien kings." Like a qualified tour guide, Amon introduced the "attractions" to Klein, "They are very interesting, usually restrained and quiet, just like ascetic monks, but once they meet When it comes to the prey or at a specific moment, the bloodthirsty desire will erupt, and you can imagine that on a full moon night, this is a city full of werewolves walking everywhere."

It seems that the original concept of the alien species was also restrained... Later, it was misled by the "Mother Tree of Desire"... Klein took a few more glances with the help of a new round of lightning, and asked in thought: "The image of the alien king is close to that of a mummy? "

"No, although he is an ugly and twisted male, he likes to wrap thorns and thorny roses around himself." Amon sneered.

... Klein took this opportunity to ask: "What kind of idols will your followers enshrine?

"In occultism, your symbol is a clock plus a 'worm of time'?"

Amon scratched his chin and said, "Theoretically speaking, my followers are all myself, so I don't need to bother to erect statues."

My followers are all myself...Fortunately, I now have a favored person named Danis...Klein suddenly discovered that he and Amon are quite similar in some respects.

Of course, I said "My followers are myself" is a funny story, and Amon said "My followers are myself" is a thriller. There is still a big difference in style... Klein finally laughed at himself in his heart.

As Amon walked forward, he continued: "However, in my father's time, many people would follow me to believe in me. Some of them started from the name 'Angel of Time' and shaped my god statue with clock-related symbols. According to the title of 'God of Mischief', some use a crow covered with mysterious patterns as my image, and some make a combination of the two."

Speaking of this, Amon, who was wearing a monocle, suddenly turned his head, glanced at Klein, and drew the corner of his mouth and said, "The final destination is no more than three days away."

In other words, there are only three days left for me... Klein almost gasped as his psychological pressure suddenly increased, making him feel as if his nerves were about to be crushed.

He hasn't judged what Amon's real purpose of playing this game is, and he hasn't found traces of what the other party has driven him to do. This means that he can't grasp the key and find no real chance to get out of trouble.

The performance of Amon's avatar just now made him understand that if he was not really prepared, he might not last ten seconds in front of Him.

As his thoughts raced, Klein fell silent, and followed Amon out of the square full of traces of destruction.

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There were few pedestrians on the street, coming and going in a hurry, and many houses were covered with burn marks in Pulitzer Harbor. "Queen of Mysteries" Bernadette with long chestnut hair put the newspaper in her hand on the table.

The front page of that "Tasok Newspaper" published the heavy news of the king's assassination, and claimed that the assassin came from Feysac or Intis.

"This is not preventing the disaster, nor is it exacerbating the disaster..." Bernadette muttered to herself with a slightly dignified expression.

She pondered for a while, picked up the spread tablecloth, wrapped it up, and then let go of her fingers, letting it stretch out on its own.

This time, the coffee mugs, pen holders, newspapers and other things inside the tablecloth disappeared, and there were ritual-related items such as silver candles.

Bernadette then held a ceremony to summon Gehrman Sparrow's messenger.

As a collaborator, she thinks it is necessary to ask about the situation of the other party to see if there is anything else that needs help in the future. JrNovels.com