Chapter 881 "The Sinner" (Thanks to raiselovell for supporting the Aurore Silver Alliance)
Hearing Amon's question, Lumian seemed to break free from a long nightmare, but the reality was an abyss of despair even more than the nightmare.
His body trembled slightly, and he used all his strength to squeeze a little sound out of his throat:
"Isn't He afraid, isn't He afraid that I will take revenge on Him after I really control the power at the top of the calamity?"
Amon smiled:
"He made this choice to show that He was willing to face all possible futures and accept the worst outcome.
"Whether it's you, or Medici, whether you give in, give up, be angry, or hate, for Him, it makes no difference, if any of you two can control the top power of the disaster path, take revenge on Him, destroy His other things, or even pull Him down from the throne, He will not regret it and is willing to admit such a result."
Speaking of this, Amon paused for a moment before saying:
"For He was born to bear all these sins."
Lumian was silent, his fists clenched tightly, and bright red blood seeped out of the gaps.
Amon looked at the transparent but dark sky again:
"Time is running out, it's time for you to make your choice."
Lumian's lips moved a few times, and he suddenly laughed, as if angry and self-deprecating.
He said in a hoarse and low voice:
"I am willing to go, to Morola, and to try all the ways to resurrect Aurore, including the only one He said, but I will not accept His predetermined ending!"
Amon laughed and pinched the monocle in his right eye:
"You don't need to tell me the last words, I'm only responsible for sending you to Morora and making you a 'desperate witch', are you willing to accept that ending, find an opportunity to face Him and tell Him?"
After saying that, Amon raised his right hand and grabbed it gently, and the "Black Tears" forehead ornament strangely broke away from the independent space in the "Traveler's Bag" and appeared in his palm.
Immediately afterwards, this black tear-like seal shattered silently and turned into a little dark light, and then, the dark light quickly recondensed and turned into a small, dry, blackened translucent heart.
Amon then turned towards Vazan. Sang Song grabbed it, and there were two more things in his hand.
They were dark green juice and three silver shards in a glass vial.
After Lumian made a decision, his emotions finally settled down a little, and he was no longer a little uncontrollable in his body and mind as he had just done - one trembled uncontrollably, and the other always gathered in the direction of destroying everything.
Seeing the two extra items in Amon's hand, Lumian was suddenly stunned:
"Vazan. Does Sansong have auxiliary materials for the "Desperate Witch"?
"He also proposed to lift the seal before......
"Amon just said that in the hostel plan, some participants received hidden guidance in the special environment of the Fourth Age Trir and were not discovered by the evil gods...... That person is Vazan. Sangsong?
"Vazan. Sansong himself doesn't remember being guided, and thought that he was purely dependent on the help of the 'man in the mirror' to get out of the Fourth Age Trier, and then unknowingly did some seemingly unimportant abnormal things?
"Amon cannot come out of the seal of Mr. 'Fool' on his own, he must have such a character to complete the task of breaking the seal, but he cannot kill me, the experimental subject...... Vazan. Sanson's superficial appeal allowed him to do it without suspicion......
"The person who acquiesced to the occurrence of the hostel plan, did not interfere or obstruct too much, did not destroy the plan of the 'Red Angel', is he preparing for now?"
Thinking of this, Lumian instinctively sneered to ease the emotions in his heart:
"He can't accept any ending."
So much has been done to ensure that the desired results appear!
Amon smiled:
"Being willing to accept the worst outcome does not mean not working in the best direction.
"Moreover, will you refuse to go to Morora and become a 'desperate witch' now?"
Lumian fell silent again.
Amon sent the Witch of Despair's extraordinary trait and two auxiliary materials to fly towards Lumian, casually saying:
"This extraordinary trait can also continue to spread plague around, both in real occult and mystery, and you will be infected yourself."
When Lumian caught those things, Amon smiled again:
"Do you know what sequence 2 of the 'fate' path is?"
"'Sinner.'" Lumian is a person who will complete a decision after making it, no matter how painful or reluctant it is, and he just wants to go to Morora now.
"What about sequence 1?" Amon still examined him unhurriedly.
Lumian shook his head.
He really didn't know.
Amon then smiled and explained by himself:
"Sequence 1 is 'Angel of Salvation,' but for me, it's not as useful as 'sinner.'
"The 'sinners' of the past, the 'sufferers' of the present, and the 'angels of salvation' in the future constitute the trinity of the path of destiny."
Amon pushed down his monocle and smiled even more obviously:
"And the 'sinner' has the ability to return his state to any moment in the past, and the time it can last depends on the specific situation."
Go back to any moment in time...... Lumian suddenly remembered that the "magician" lady had mentioned that Amon, the king of angels in ancient times, had briefly become a god!
Amon turned sideways and said with a smile:
"Of course, involving uniqueness involves the power of the true god, which requires the consent of the current person in charge, that Heavenly Venerable has already divided most of his spirit to influence the Vortex Plan, and he will definitely not be able to interfere with the 'Fool' in this matter, and the 'Fool' you believe in should not disagree."
As he spoke, Amon opened his arms, as if embracing the power of return.
The monocle in his right eye immediately lit up brilliantly.
Before Lumian could react, he found that all the obstacles and barriers to Morora in the special mirror world had disappeared, and he could enter the "City of Exile" smoothly and unaffected.
In the special mirror, high in the world, the figure wearing a golden crown and a black dress nodded to Amon, not trying to interfere with Lumian.
He is the Roselle in the mirror, and in this matter, both sides have bet to ensure that the real Roselle will not completely fall, as for whether the real Roselle will become a puppet of the "Uncertain Mist" or die there, waiting for the next opportunity to resurrection, it will not affect his existence, and it will also allow him to gradually become a true person.
In the next second, Amon's figure disappeared in front of Lumian's eyes.
The paper He had recited before floated down silently, and the surface was blank, a blank piece of paper.
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In front of the bloody altar in the ancient castle.
The "hermit" lady suddenly spoke:
"The sound from that oil painting has weakened."
Ms. "Magician" looked at the high place and said with a little confusion and a little palpitations:
"The sealing power of the barrier has been strengthened.
"The true God of the 'Door' path has returned......
"No, not Mr. Fool, more like, more like Amon!"
With the help of the angel's intuitive induction of the true god of this path, the "magician" lady quickly made a judgment.
"How could Amon become the true god of the 'Door' path again?" Miss "Justice" suddenly moved in her heart, "Mr. 'Fool' or that Heavenly Venerable lent his power to him?"
If it is the former, it will definitely be a good thing to destroy the whirlpool ritual now, if it is the latter, the problem will be serious.
"Judging from the current developments, it should be Mr. 'Fool'." "Magician" Ms. said considerately.
At this time, the "hermit" lady who was relayed by Miss "Justice" moved her eyes slightly and said:
"Since the influence of the mysterious voice has decreased, the influence of the power of fate must also be reduced.
"Now, there should be a chance to destroy this oil painting!"
The Major Arcana holder said as he reached out to the "magician" lady to take the iron cigarette box.
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In the waters near Santa Harbor, the sealing power that was shaky by the internal gray mist and the external gnawing instantly became as strong as ever.
The "Delicious School" Topsay's previous efforts for so long were in vain.
And deep in the primitive island, in front of the mausoleum of the "Black Emperor".
The pervasive, rich white mist suddenly shrank towards the core, as if it was squeezed by an invisible force.
In Roselle's body in mid-air, the marks left by the "Fool" were strengthened, and the erosion caused by the pollution of the "Unstable Mist" was alleviated to a certain extent.
Roselle's distorted and painful expression was a little better than just now.
Perle's eyes, which had been scattered in different parts of the fog, saw a figure suddenly appear in mid-air, wearing a classical magician's black robe, a pointed soft hat of the same color, and a monocle between his right eye.
He is ...... Doesn't it mean that no force other than the participants in the whirlpool ritual can interfere with the operation of the whirlpool? As soon as Pele Le, who was barely alive, had such a question, he saw the figure in mid-air looking down at him, smiling happily and introducing himself:
"Shall we meet for the first time? I'm Thermibolos."
"......" Perle suddenly had the illusion that his IQ had been stolen.
How could it be Termipolos?
But my spiritual intuition told me that He was indeed Thermipoulos......
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In the world of special mirrors.
Seeing Amon's figure jump up and disappear in an instant, Lumian understood why the other party had said that whether it was the whirlpool ritual or other plans, it was important not to eat Thermibolos and become an angel on the path of "fate".
This means that there will always be a high-ranking person who can temporarily exert the power of the true god lurking in the shadows, waiting to make a move at the critical moment!
Lumian glanced at the white paper on the ground, and then looked at Franka, Janna and others who were struggling against Higton with the "Arrogant Armor" and the "Witch" Black Flame, and found that Vazan. Sansong suddenly disappeared strangely, so he quickly put away the "Sword of Courage", holding the extraordinary characteristics and auxiliary materials of the "Desperate Witch", which inspired the black mark on his right shoulder.
He traveled through the special mirrored world and returned to Morora, the "City of Exile".
He immediately restored contact with "0-01", and this "0" level seal helped him share the damage and impact caused by the "witch" plague.
Then, Lumian stood on the steps in front of the Church of Knowledge, looked at the wide, uninhabited square, and began to use "0-01" to summon those exiles who were most affected by it to gather quickly.
It's about saving time.
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(End of this chapter)