Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

Chapter 646 Do your best

"So, now the churches have reached cooperation, including those traitors. I never thought that they would finally realize that they don't have the ability to move forward... It's really funny."

Although Amon was saying this with a smile, his tone was filled with angry thorns no matter how you listened to it.

Esther sat on a huge rock lying on the beach. "You know what happened, so why are you still so angry?"

Amon, who was originally standing next to her, simply sat down next to her. The sea breeze kept blowing his hair, making Amon squint his eyes slightly, but the pointed hat seemed to be glued and did not move at all.

Well, Amon was still very angry, and it would be hard for this anger to dissipate before he could take revenge on those "righteous gods". Esther also expressed her understanding and patted Amon on the shoulder.

The two of them had been chatting on the beach before. Amon, for some unknown reason, described the situation between several countries to Esther in detail, including their actions to no longer conceal their extraordinary powers. Amon found these changes in attitude very interesting - even if He described it this way, Esther believed that He would only think that the situation was not chaotic enough.

The two of them were not here to enjoy the sea breeze and chat, but Amon said he wanted to "wait for someone". Esther didn't know who He was waiting for, so she could only stay with Him honestly.

She had no idea where this place was, but based on the endless sea level, she guessed that it was probably a small island in a safe sea.

It was already late at night, and the scarlet moon was hovering in the sky, strengthening the connection between spirituality and life, and distorting the light that the satellite should have.

Esther would occasionally look up at the black curtain above her head. This was just a subconscious action of hers. Li Xing's memory always made her want to compare and see if there was anything different. But Esther would not stare for too long each time, and would quickly withdraw her gaze, because those flickering spots of light were extending an increasingly strong sense of probing to her.

Esther could almost hear another "self" - a life form born by the Mother of All Things, an old day that was truly clinging to the web of fate, constantly calling out sadly to her.

She would rather believe that it was just something she made up in her mind, but unfortunately, the aftereffects of using the other party's extraordinary characteristics were very clear.

Esther squeezed her eyes hard until the starlight became blurred in her eyes, then she sighed: "Amon, why didn't I feel so noisy when I borrowed your extraordinary characteristics before?"

"…Because you sealed my clone away."

"That's right," Esther was a little embarrassed, but that didn't stop her from continuing to ask questions shamelessly, "Why didn't you go outside the world? I thought you would leave here early and ignore the dilemma that Redemption Rose has left until today."

"I'm not sure. Maybe it's because He wants to stay here, or maybe I just don't want to leave like this."

Esther turned her head in surprise and stared at Amon, as if she was seeing Him for the first time. Such sincere and heartfelt words, even revealing some genuine confusion, made Esther feel another kind of horror.

"A Monk who speaks the truth is pretty scary."

After Esther said what was in her mind, Amon just glanced at her calmly: "You didn't leave either?"

The surprise on Esther's face disappeared, and she rolled her eyes: "I'm not stupid enough to rush out and die!"

The two chatted slowly like this, as if they had never had any grudges and no future to worry about.

It was as if she had once been under the gaze of the red moon, the girl who knew nothing about herself and the world, holding only a tiny time worm.

Until the fake sun rose in the sky, the brighter sunlight covered the scarlet moon.

"It's dawn." Esther said, standing up and stretching, suddenly missing sleep.

Amon didn't move, just tilted his head: "I know, I can see it."

But Esther soon became alert, and in the direction Amon was suddenly staring at, she looked up at the horizon: "Hey, is there something..."

The first adjective that popped into her head was "shooting star".

The burning flame flying from the west seemed to set the sky on fire as well. It contrasted with the rising sun in the distance, but it was full of the desire to trample the sun under its feet.

Esther didn't even need to guess, she knew that this missile-like flame must be coming all the way to the island with no regard for anyone.

The "meteor" did not intend to fly over their heads. Esther noticed that it was getting lower and lower, and it was obviously heading towards the island.

The red-surrounded musket fell heavily to the ground, creating a huge crater, while the flying sand just bypassed the boulder that Esther and Amon were standing on - it did not conform to the physical path, but it was the result of mysticism deceiving the laws of physics.

The flame did not dissipate, but instead gathered inward, quickly condensing into the outline of a tall figure. Finally, it dimmed and turned into a thin cloak, covering the rusty and bloody armor, leaving only the red hair that seemed to be still burning, fluttering ostentatiously behind the visitor.

When he fell, his knees were slightly bent due to the impact, but when he raised his young and handsome face, his body stood straight, just like the spear that arrogantly cut through the sky.

The first thing Esther noticed was the flaming flag between His brows. The tangled symbols spread outwards, becoming more vivid and colorful, and seemed to be about to seep out of His forehead and float up at any moment.

But soon, another mass rolled out from under Medici's cloak, causing Esther to let out a soft "oh".

Even though he was treated rudely, the man who had been "speed-delivered" by Medici closed his eyes and did not move, lying face down on the ground. If he was not still breathing, he would have looked dead.

Esther didn't know that person, but she could vaguely sense some of the Beyonder powers that she was familiar with. She just stared at him for a few seconds and then looked at Amon: "Is this a Beyonder from the 'Gate' path?"

"The little crow wanted it!" Medici raised his head carelessly. He preferred to look at people with his chin, which seemed to never change over time. "The fool of Abraham's family."

Abraham, when Esther heard this word, she knew what Amon was going to do, but this was not quite the same as the original "history" - at least as far as Esther knew, Amon had not collected all three "thieves"' characteristics. Would it be too hasty to help unseal the "gate" and perform the promotion ceremony now?

After meeting Esther's inquiring gaze, Amon immediately knew what she wanted to say and spread out his hands casually: "Because I didn't intend to 'borrow' His ritual, well, at least not this time."

The implication is that the last time doesn't count.

Since it was not through the promotion ceremony, and she was specially pulled in to participate, Esther now vaguely knew what Amon was planning.

On the other hand, Medici did not ask Amon what he wanted people for, because He never cared. Instead, He was more interested in Esther who was deep in thought: "The little sparrow looks a little different?"

"No, how can I be any different?" Esther answered with a smile, but she was also sincere, "I would like to ask you this question."

Two cracks tore Medici's cheeks, but before the two mouths opened their mouths to speak, Medici quickly slapped himself on the face twice and pressed them back.

His slapping movements were quite fluent, and Esther secretly guessed that Medici must have done this many times.

"Your condition is so good that it surprises me." Amon's words were not without disappointment, and he seemed to want to hear what those two mouths had to say.

Medici grinned instead: "Haha, being able to shut up those two damn guys is more important than any other condition."

After a pause, He put away His smile unceremoniously and asked, "Where is the thing you promised?"

Amon pointed at the unlucky guy who was still unconscious and did not participate in the discussion among the three people: "It's not over yet. According to what we agreed, you are also responsible for the safety of the ceremony. Only then will I give you the things."

Medici said, "Tsk, you better not try to cheat."

Amon looked at Esther. "If you use this person as a 'sacrifice', how confident are you that you can bring the 'Door' back to the real world? It is not necessary for Him to be alive and well. It is best to separate the Beyonder Characteristics and Uniqueness. This way, the pollution source can be dispersed to the greatest extent... You only need to concentrate on the 'Spirit' part and try to keep it as intact as possible."

While Amon was explaining to Esther in a low voice, Medici crossed his arms and hooked the man on the ground with his toes, turning him over. The pair of gold-rimmed glasses hanging diagonally on his face were almost broken. Given Medici's personality, he probably knocked the man unconscious when he brought him over.

Esther then looked at the pale, scholarly young man on the ground. Even though his face was covered in sand, it was easy to tell that he was in his twenties. "He looks like a low-sequence, not that old..."

"Will it work?" Amon asked.

Esther hesitated for only a moment, then nodded under Amon's gaze: "Okay, and he is also of the same sequence. This, plus the blood relationship, means the success rate is very high."

From the brief introduction just now, Esther could tell Amon's attitude. Since "He" was determined to do this, he would no longer ask for any suggestions from her, but simply wanted a feasible answer.

He was just like that. His "purpose" was extremely pure, which made Esther secretly complain that he was a "snob".

"What will happen if we fail?" Amon asked casually.

Esther answered even faster this time: "Pollution and extinction, but that's the result that will only happen when things get the worst of times, you can rest assured."

Amon pinched his monocle. "Okay, but I don't really believe in luck. If that happens, can you ensure that 'history' develops along the proper trajectory?"

"Then you can trust me."

Medici stared at the two of them with great interest. His sensitivity to "contradictions" made him happily imagine the scene of Esther and Amon fighting each other - Medici only agreed to help watch the situation, and there was no reason for him to make plans for Amon.

If Amon did not have a copy of the "Conqueror" trait in his hand, Medici would only think about how to roast Him. Medici did not believe that Amon did not contribute to the plan of Tudor, the madman, to become a god.

This account started a long time ago, and there are still many, many people to be settled.

But it’s not possible right now, Medici snorted coldly, and then urged the two of them to quickly set up the ceremony venue.

"I didn't hide my whereabouts when I came here. If you don't hurry up, someone might come to join in the fun soon!"

Medici's gloating words caused Esther to roll her eyes, but Amon just pinched his lenses and said calmly, "Okay."

Although the surroundings were still filled with waves crashing on the beach, Esther suddenly realized that the island had changed its location. Even the color of the sea water had become much darker, and faint thunder could be heard from the distance.

Esther was the main person in drawing the ritual pattern, because she also needed to add some special symbols. As for the other things, Amon had already prepared them:

A mass of translucent fleshy tentacles with worms crawling on them that looked like maggots crawling on rotten meat. Esther took three steps away from it when she first saw it. A deformed bird with a fleshy crest on its head, its feathers were like starlight condensed, and the light all over its body poured down and gathered, and you could vaguely see its insect-like shape. The last one was a spiritual creature in the shape of a crow, and its essence was more like a twisted black mist. The feathers on its body were almost transparent, connecting to form circular patterns.

These were originally necessary things to welcome the return of the "Gate", but Esther also made other requests:

"We also need an item that has been disturbed by fate. It will be used as a key external object in the middle of the ritual to destroy the stability of the extraordinary characteristics of 'Him'. Of course, it would be best if it is something I am familiar with..."

For some reason, when Esther saw Amon's eyes slightly turning, she suddenly felt something was wrong and quickly said, "It doesn't need to be anything complicated. You can take my backpack--"

Amon just nodded: "I understand, let me know when you need it."

"Actually, give me my backpack..."

"If you want to use it, just tell me directly, and I will really help you."

Esther could only shut her mouth. Although her backpack was not necessary, she was not at all worried about what Amon would "take out".

Amon placed a candle on the altar, and then He watched Esther tap her fingers. A faintly glowing pattern swirled up around the candle, infused with some twisted spirituality.

Amon tapped his monocle. From a perspective that was even more detached from reality, the candle seemed to have split into two, like a signpost of a forked road.

Esther curled her lips and rubbed her fingertips: "If He knew that I'm doing these things for you now, he might be angry?"

"No, because He doesn't care." Amon knew who Esther was talking about. "It is precisely because He is omniscient that He does not believe in fate."

"Well, now it's time to wake up that apprentice of the Abraham family..."