Chapter 1124 Instructions
After Lumian finished reciting Amon's current honorific name, a redemptive light shone from nothingness, from the long river of fate, condensing into Amon wearing a pointed soft hat and a monocle.
Amon glanced left and right, smiled and said:
"Have you agreed? Do you want a duel?
"The patience of your 'hunters' is really good, things that should have been talked about in September last year have actually been delayed until now."
Saying that, Amon clapped his hands gently, for the patience of the two "hunters".
"Red Angel" Medici immediately sneered:
"You've changed your path, why are you still screaming like a crow?
"Come on, don't waste time."
Even if the target gives up the confrontation and actively cooperates, it takes a lot of time, there is a high probability of failure, and it must have a very high personality.
After urging Amon, the "Red Angel" sat back on his iron throne, leaned on the back of the chair, raised his right foot, and took his usual arrogant posture.
There was no fear or loss on his face, but his eyes were slightly empty, as if he was reminiscing.
"What are you thinking?" Amon asked with a smile.
"Red Angel" Medici smiled "hehe":
"Think about what happened before you were born."
Amon shook his head and pinched the monocle sandwiched in his eye socket with his right hand.
He took out a red apple in his left hand, brought it to his mouth, and took a bite.
"I've been waiting for this day for a long time." As Amon smiled and spoke, the monocle on his face suddenly lit up.
He stretched out his right palm to the "Red Angel" Medici, and his wrist turned heavily and slowly.
The "Red Angel" Medici was suddenly ignited, and his whole body was in bright purple flames.
He endured this pain, maintaining a playful smile.
Burning in the fire, eternal in the fire.
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After "stealing" the two extraordinary characteristics of the "Red Angel" Medici and handing them over to Lumian, Amon left the reserve.
He stood above the still rushing valley of the Serenzo River, looking out at the world in the distance:
The oak trees that were so huge that they seemed to reach into the sky stood on the earth, and the green covered the civilization left by mankind, and the cries of "wow", "wow", "wow" sounded occasionally, accompanied by the movement of group flight.
Suddenly, in the vaguely visible gray and white mist, a figure staggered out.
The figure was handsome, dressed in formal clothes, with scarlet eyes, as if he was a blood clan whose order was not too low.
After leaving the protected area, the body of this vampire quickly underwent a mutation.
He collapsed into a mass of flesh and blood, growing a large number of reproductive organs, some of which came from men, some belonged to women, and some came from special creatures.
They interact with each other, with stones, wood, vines, etc. in the surrounding environment, giving birth to all kinds of new life.
Amon looked at it with interest for a while, raised his right hand, and popped out an almost invisible and colorless flame.
The flame fell on the flesh and blood that the frenzied wriggling was constantly nurturing, instantly igniting the latter and burning it to ashes along with new life.
Amon turned his gaze to the edge of the gray and white mist, and saw three vampires watching him, led by Mr. Emlin, the "Moon" in a half-height silk top hat.
Amon smiled and looked again at the place where the huge oak trees stood.
He is on duty tonight.
Mr. Emlin, who had come to clean up the mutants, stared for a moment, stepped out of the gray and white mist, endured the glow of the crimson moonlight, and reclaimed the extraordinary trait that had been heavily contaminated.
He and the other two vampires glanced at each other and returned to the sanctuary in silence.
After sealing the extraordinary trait, Emlin returned to his residence in Beckland, sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked up at the red moon high in the sky.
Only in the sanctuary can he feel the tranquility brought by the Crimson Moon, the spiritual growth and the beauty of the night.
The crimson moonlight of the ruin world was a pain for their blood clan, as if it wanted to ignite them and burn them into pure spirituality.
Looking back on the past experience, Emlin, who has always felt good about herself, couldn't help but feel heavy.
In the past, he always said that he wanted to be the savior of the vampire and was full of motivation, but that was when the ancestor still existed and the end of the vampire was still in the prophecy, but now, the end of the vampire has really come and happened.
Compared with the extraordinary people of other paths, after the fall of the red moon, the extraordinary people of the vampire and "cultivator" path were affected more deeply and severely, and in the past year, Emlin has seen how many people of the same race have been alienated into monsters or become the most ferocious enemies, and he has dealt with a large part of them with his own hands.
Familiar faces say goodbye every day, and sad things happen every day.
This is the end.
So far, compared with before the red moon descended, the population of the vampire was only half of the original, slightly less.
"How can I save ......?" "Moon" Emlin thought about this question seriously, no longer reverie, no longer full of ambition.
——Affected by the arrival of the red moon, the activities of the vampire dukes are becoming more and more restricted, and they dare not use their abilities easily, fearing that they will lose control and alienate.
Emlin, who vaguely guessed why the Red Moon, that is, the "Great Mother", could have such a big impact on him, thought about it for another night, but still couldn't figure out how to save his own people.
As the sun rose and daylight came, he closed the curtains, lay down on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep, hoping that his active spiritual power would give some hints through dreams.
In a daze, Emlin suddenly heard a familiar female voice:
"Emlin...... Emlin......
Emlin looked blankly at the place where the voice came from, and vaguely saw a plump and soft figure.
He instinctively shouted:
"Ancestor!"
The voice said in a slightly erratic tone:
"I have something to give to you."
In the past, Emlin would definitely be very happy, complacent, and proud, because it meant that he really wanted to be the savior of the vampires, but now, he only felt that his shoulders were heavy, and his body seemed to be about to be unable to bear it.
He was silent for several seconds, and replied in a low voice:
"Yes, the ancestor."
The plump and feminine figure said with motherhood:
"I will give you an extraordinary trait of 'Beauty God', which contains my spiritual imprint and the remnants of my self-awareness.
"You take care of it, and one day in the future, maybe I can get a new life through it.
"It also contains an extra 'Creator' extraordinary trait, I will separate it for you in advance, and after that, you go to the treasure house to get auxiliary materials, strive to complete the promotion in a short time, and protect the remaining vampire members as much as possible after the end comes."
Emlin was not happy, and asked doubtfully and worriedly:
"Where is you, the ancestor?"
Why do you make arrangements for resurrection and rebirth?
The plump and feminine figure smiled and said:
"Some things must be done, and some hopes must be fought for."
Emlin was stunned for a moment, and heard the determination hidden in the tone of the ancestor Lilith.
The plump and feminine figure didn't explain much, but just said in a mother's tone:
"My children, as long as you are still alive, my blood is not broken, and if anyone remembers my name, I will live forever......"
The voice gradually drifted and disappeared into the dream.
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The plump and soft figure walked out of the dream gate made of starlight, and saw the majestic ancient palace and the gray and white mist carrying this palace.
The "Fool" wearing a half-height silk top hat and a long black trench coat was already sitting at the top of the bronze table, waiting quietly.
This is a clone of him, a projection.
"This is the 'Source Fortress'?" The beautiful woman full of maternal brilliance sat on the back chair at the bottom of the mottled long table.
He is Lilith, the "Earth Mother Goddess".
"The appearance and extension of the 'Source Fortress'." Mr. "Fool" replied in a calm voice, "What is the matter with you looking for me in your sleep with the help of dreams?"
"Earth Mother Goddess" Lilith seemed to be holding an illusory baby, and said with a light smile:
"I want you to kill me."
"What is the meaning?" "Fool," Mr. asked slowly.
"Earth Mother Goddess" Lilith said with a gentle and firm smile:
"The 'Fallen Motherland' used the fact that I once stole Omibella's identity and destiny, and through symbolic manipulation, I got into the predicament of not dying or living like now, but in turn, we can also take advantage of this.
"Since I am equal to Omega Bella, then killing me will cause the real Omibella to die with it, and He is the link between the 'Fallen Mother Goddess' and the 'Mother Nest', and cutting off the bond can effectively slow down the progress of the 'Fallen Mother Goddess' to contain the 'Mother Nest' and buy more time for everyone.
"The 'Fallen Mother Goddess' can use symbols, I think you can definitely do it too, Mr. 'Fool', and you may still be a master in this area."
"You are equal to the symbol of Omibella, which is indeed true and still exists." Mr. "Fool" nodded lightly, "But killing Omibella now will make the 'Mother Nest' hate us, so I choose to return to the 'Fallen Mother Goddess'.
"For Him, Omega Bella is the first child she gave birth to instead of letting others give birth to after she had a new birth consciousness, and she is the eldest daughter of the occult significance, just as the 'Fallen Mother' is the eldest daughter of the 'First Creator', and He attaches great importance to Omega Bella."
Without waiting for the "Earth Mother Goddess" Lilith to respond, Mr. "Fool" tapped the edge of the bronze table with his fingers:
"This can be used, but the time has not come."
"Earth Mother Goddess" Lilith smiled again:
"That's good, at least I can still use death to play a little bit.
"I'm waiting for that time to come."
After saying that, the "Earth Mother Goddess" stood up and slowly left the gray mist.
(End of this chapter)