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Chapter 511 Eating hot pot with Amon

Renekton glanced at Amon, who was already pouring his own drink. He sighed helplessly in his heart, and then ignored him. Fortunately, I really only threw some sundries in there, otherwise they would have been stolen. No, it has been stolen.

Amon leaned on the sofa, with a slight curvature at the corner of his mouth, while tasting Sonia blood wine, he said:

"Why did you appear in this city? For the legacy of the 'Secret Angel'?"

Renekton kept moving his hands, but turned his head slightly and glanced at Amon, who was resting aside, and asked:

"accidental."

"What's so special about this city? Who is that secret angel?"

Amon habitually raised his hand to pinch the monocle in his eye socket, looked at the distance in the deep darkness outside the window, and quickly withdrew his gaze and said:

"Did he use the aggregation effect between extraordinary characteristics? Or was it the information that the madman revealed to you? It seems that his condition is indeed improving."

"This city is called Saixiting. It was also called the country of craftsmen. Before the great catastrophe, it was the birthplace of the mechanical field in the entire Eastern Continent. Because they are good at creating magical items, they can continue in the cracks of many races."

"It wasn't until my father ended the age of the ancient gods that the leader here became the 'Secret Angel' under my father. However, the old guy was a little unlucky. He had been following my father for thousands of years and he had not been able to digest the 'civilized enlightener' in him. Potion, I finally found some clues to digest the potion, but it was ruined by the steam at that time."

It was indeed a bit unlucky. He commented in his mind, and Renekton asked aloud:

"So, His so-called legacy is the back-up for his own resurrection? It seems that it didn't succeed. Steam shouldn't have the energy to interfere with Him?"

Amon chuckled disdainfully and said:

"He is simply too unlucky. Just like that little snake, it has been in the Dice of Probability for thousands of years and has not been able to accommodate it. In the end, you picked it up."

Renekton nodded expressionlessly, then asked:

"Why are you telling me this? It won't do you any good if I get the inheritance of that secret angel?"

Amon twitched the corners of his lips and said in a nonchalant tone:

"But it doesn't do any harm to me, does it?"

"Anyway, I'm giving someone else's things as a favor, and I can win over you. This is very appropriate."

"That's reasonable. This is very stealing!" Renekton nodded calmly and commented.

After pouring all the prepared base ingredients into the pot and flipping it randomly twice, Renekton suddenly turned his head to look at Amon, who was leisurely leaning on the sofa and said:

"Can you steal time in small amounts and many times to achieve the purpose of speeding up time? It takes some time to stir-fry the base ingredients."

Amon raised his head slightly, a flash of emotion flashed in his eyes, then twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Okay."

He curiously looked at the iron pot full of dark red things, pinched the monocle with his right hand, and an imperceptible pale white light slipped by. Renekton instantly felt that the smell of hot pot base filling the air became richer. some.

Although many of the ingredients are the same, it seems to be okay. With his thoughts turning, Renekton stirred repeatedly in the pot with a spoon.

Amon stole some time from time to time and completed several hours of work in less than a minute.

Renekton raised his hand and stopped Amon from continuing to steal time:

"That's enough, the ability of 'Stealer' is really convenient."

While speaking, he used the magic ability of the water domain to create water and poured it into the iron pot.

Amon raised the tip of his nose slightly, and the spicy smell in the air made him frown and said:

"Are you sure this is food? Although it is indeed not poisonous, it doesn't look delicious at all."

"Try it and then make an evaluation. Although it lacks a lot of raw materials, I have collected almost all the spices that can replace it over the years."

While speaking, Renekton gently rubbed his fingers together, creating dots of golden light, which were submerged into the iron pot with a burning sensation. The originally calm hot pot instantly began to boil.

Renekton immediately stopped and poured down the beef and fish prepared on the table.

Then he turned to greet Amon and said:

"Okay, you can eat it when the meat is cooked. The ingredients are not enough and there is no oil dish. I will treat you to a more complete hot pot meal after leaving the God's Forsaken Land."

Amon took off the monocle from his right eye, pinched it, and said with a playful smile:

"I probably know why you described the three of Medici as hotpots. I will share this good news with him, no, them, next time we meet."

Renekton continued what Amon said: "Do I need to prepare a bottle of Provocateur's potion in advance?"

Amon paused for a moment, then laughed loudly:

"Hahaha, you are really interesting. If you could come to this world earlier, I wouldn't be so boring."

Renekton nodded noncommittally and said, "It's a pity that even the Earth Mother Goddess cannot completely determine the birth of a life."

Amon asked with great interest:

"It seems that you don't really agree with the teachings of the Earth Mother. So what's your opinion?" Renekton took out a piece of cooked beef from the re-heated soup pot and tried the taste. After making sure that there was no problem, he He nodded slightly towards Amon and answered the question just now:

"The body is just the shell, the soul is the essence."

"I quite agree with the Moss Trappist Order's long-standing pursuit of enriching oneself with knowledge and pursuing the freedom and liberation of the soul."

Amon imitated Renekton's movements and picked up a piece of meat and tasted it. His frown relaxed a little, and he quickly chewed and swallowed the piece of meat in his mouth.

"Not bad." After commenting, he took out a few more pieces of meat from the pot.

It wasn't until he tasted every type of meat put in the pot that he continued the topic:

"Interesting interpretation, the body is just the shell, the soul is the essence"

After a second's pause, he changed the subject and said:

"So, you have changed your body and come back as Renekton Soth?"

"Who were you? Al Tynes?"

Renekton was stunned for a moment, and Amon's topic changed unexpectedly.

After a pause, he chuckled and said:

"Of course not. Why would you think so? I'm not an 'audience'."

Amon said without raising his head:

"But you have a separate identity that relies on the ability of a high-sequence 'audience', don't you?"

While Renekton restrained himself from letting Amon steal too many ideas and important information, he defended himself:

"Do I just look like such a bad old man?"

"The existence of that clone also relies on the specialness of the 'White Tower' path. He can use 'simulation' to let himself have some characteristics of the 'Audience' path, so that he can always exist."

Amon stopped talking and concentrated on eating the hot pot, adding some of his favorite dishes to the pot from time to time.

The two of them ate the hot pot in silence after that. From time to time, Renekton's comments on various ingredients and the improvement plan for the hot pot flashed through his mind, constantly distracting himself to avoid being inadvertently stolen by Amon.

It wasn't until both of them had eaten all the food on the table that they put down their chopsticks. Renekton leaned back and leaned against the back of the chair. He stretched his right hand forward. Starlight fell down around him, and stars appeared one after another. When it came out, it was densely packed and dazzling.

These stars shed bright rays of light one after another, covering the entire hall. Under the starlight, the smell of hot pot in the air completely disappeared, and the remaining soup base in the iron pot also disintegrated and disappeared under the starlight.

As the starlight dissipated, the shadows in the backlight on the ground instantly came to life, flowing continuously and rising like water, instantly swallowing the tables, chairs and the iron pot in the middle.

Then it dripped onto the floor as if it had been dissolved, dissipating into nothingness.

Amon, who was sitting on the wooden chair just now, suddenly disappeared. The next moment, he appeared directly on the sofa beside him, leaning back with his right leg raised. He had a sense of sleepiness after having had enough wine and food.

Glancing at the leisurely Amon, Renekton walked straight to the sofa next to him and sat down, and suddenly said:

"Do you know what's going on in this city?"

Amon kept his posture without moving, and said in a calm voice: "I know, is this your reward for treating me to hot pot?"

After a moment of silence, Renekton nodded and said, "Forget it."

Amon organized his speech and said:

"After the cataclysm, the Eastern Continent was shrouded in dangerous darkness. The humans left here made many attempts to survive."

"Some are trying to escape from this continent, and some are trying to change themselves to adapt to the environment here."

"As a former country of craftsmen, the people here have extremely high attainments in various technologies. They want to abandon human flesh and blood, transform themselves into mechanical dolls, and build this city into a composite Magical items belonging to their 'City of Dolls'."

"But it's a pity that the catastrophe had an impact on all aspects, including the materials they used to make the dolls. Not surprisingly, they all went crazy, and the dolls destroyed the living creatures in the city. Kill them all, and then return to your post as if nothing had happened, entering an eternal, repetitive routine in a false world."

Renekton listened calmly. Amon's story was not much different from his previous guess.

After Amon finished speaking, he asked again:

"The materials used to make the dolls are contaminated, couldn't they find out? What is this false world?"

"Of course they discovered it, but what's the use? The entire continent was affected. The little material they stored was simply not enough. They could only use the contaminated materials in small amounts many times, accumulating bit by bit like crazy, and working hard Find solutions before problems arise."

"As for the false world, they used the legacy of the 'Secret Angel' to create a world composed of pure information, invested their own consciousness into it, and established a new Scythia."

"Unfortunately, when there is a problem with the doll, there is also a problem with the information world."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 512 Werewolf Killing (an additional chapter)

"A world composed of pure information?" Renekton frowned slightly and murmured in a low voice.

His intuition was that what Amon said was true, but he felt no trace of the existence of the information world in this city.

Seemingly seeing what Renekton was thinking, Amon chuckled and explained:

"The Sexitine, which is composed of pure information, is hidden by the puppets here and falls silent with them."

"Do you have a way to get in?" Renekton said firmly.

Amon nodded and said:

"Of course, it's easy for me, just make some mistakes and cheat some rules."

"'Error' is the natural enemy of this information world. Its logic is far less complex and tight than the real world, and there are loopholes everywhere that can be exploited."

Bugs are the lifelong enemy of programmers. Renekton couldn't help but sigh in his heart. By the time he came to his senses and calmed down, it was already too late.

Amon sneered with a dark expression on his face, and then said calmly:

"Oh, you still know about bugs. Did that madman tell you? It's obviously impossible. So, you and my father have some kind of relationship? Is this why you cooperate with that madman?"

"By the way, what is a programmer? Is it a title for people who can create the information world?"

He was careless. Renekton looked at Amon calmly, thinking about how he should escape.

Amon suddenly stood up from the sofa, clapped his hands, and transparent faces emerged from the surroundings one after another. They were big or small, but they all looked exactly like Amon.

Some are parasitic in the dust in the air, some are parasitic on bookshelves, and some are parasitic on walls and floors.

All the Amons looked at Renekton with eager eyes. In the strange atmosphere, all the Amons said simultaneously:

"The land abandoned by the gods is closed to the outside world. Here, the 'Hidden Sage' can't help you. How do you want to get rid of me? Rely on the remaining divine power of those guys? Last time, you took advantage of the mob and the night. This time it's time to Who is it? The noisy sun? Or the old dragon who is always betraying?"

After a pause, the Amon who first appeared said playfully:

"Or do you want to rely on the help of the 'Fool'?"

Perhaps it was because he had been in contact with Amon too much. At this moment, Renekton's first reaction was not to panic, nor to rush to escape, but to complain in his heart: It's broken, and he fell into the pile of Amon.

Amon, who was standing in the middle of the hall, said without any change in his expression: "You don't seem to be in a hurry."

Renekton shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly:

"It's useless for me to be anxious, right?"

"At this moment, we have no reason for conflict."

After a pause, he suddenly said: "How about playing a game?"

"What game?" Amon asked curiously.

Renekton was silent for a moment, then organized his speech and introduced:

"Well, we can call it: Werewolf."

"This game requires a certain number of people to take on the identities of paupers, hunters, witches, good guys, and werewolves. It just so happens that you have many clones."

While speaking, Renekton's eyes swept over the large and small transparent faces around him. He carefully explained the rules of werewolf killing to Amon.

Finally, he added:

"Your clones cannot communicate with each other other than through language during the game."

Amon looked at Renekton for a moment without any emotion. Just when Renekton thought he would refuse, he suddenly smiled and nodded:

"Sounds fun, I agree."

"Which of you is willing to participate?"

"Me." All Amon spoke at the same time.

Amon glanced at the transparent faces around him, and said without surprise: "You can vote and decide."

The transparent faces around them, large or small, suddenly fell silent, as if they were communicating in some secret way.

Seeing this scene, Renekton's eyes darkened, and he looked at Amon, who was wearing a black classical robe and a pointed hat of the same color in front of him, and said:

"Now I somewhat believe that you are the original body."

"Is this important? As long as I want, the body and the clone can be interchanged at any time."

As Amon spoke, he pinched the monocle he wore on his right eye. A pale white light flashed across the lens. A round table with gorgeous decorations suddenly appeared in the center of the hall, with eight high-back tables scattered around it. chair.

Renekton's eyes swept over the tables and chairs that suddenly appeared. He could see all kinds of details and information. They were products of the Tudor Empire in the Fourth Age. In the middle of the round table were the emblems of the Amon family at that time and even tables and chairs. Yes, it's hard not to wonder whether Amon's collection contains all kinds of items in the world.

Amon suddenly said: "Do you want to go into my collection room and take a look?"

Renekton waved his hands and said, "No, I don't want to become one of your collections."

"It doesn't have to be in the form of collectibles. You can fight for it." Amon said without sincerity.

The corner of Renekton's mouth twitched: "So what did you really think just now?"

"You can guess, or try." Amon said with a chuckle. "Forget it, I'm not interested." Renekton shook his head and refused.

While the two were chatting, the surrounding Amons had already completed their voting. Finally, the Amons with the strongest auras came out. Their bodies quickly became solid, and their images also changed. Some of them turned into those from the Fourth Age. Some of the ancient nobles became postmen carrying messenger bags, and some became sailors.

Everyone found a place and sat around the round table.

Sandwiched among a bunch of Amon, Renekton always felt a little uncomfortable, as if he was the husky that had wandered into the pack of wolves.

After everyone was seated, he tapped the table with his right hand twice, making a clicking sound.

Little bits of starlight overflowed and solidified into eight playing cards in mid-air, with images of witches, werewolves, hunters, etc. on them.

Snapped!

Amon, who was sitting at the top and was wearing a black classical robe, suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Renekton felt that he instantly lost control of the cards condensed by starlight in mid-air.

Amon raised his hand without changing his expression and pinched the monocle on his right eye. A majestic male voice suddenly sounded:

"Extraordinary abilities are prohibited here!"

With these words, Renekton instantly felt that most of his extraordinary abilities were lost, and the remaining extraordinary abilities that could still be used were also greatly weakened. However, the extraordinary abilities of maintaining illusions and cards around him were not affected.

Amon looked at Renekton with a smile on his face and said with a smile:

"Some little ways to prevent cheating."

"Don't look at me like this. I'm not the 'Black Emperor'. In most cases, I still abide by the rules. After all, this is more conducive to fraud and theft, and it is also more challenging, isn't it?"

Feeling the changes in himself, Renekton said with a suspicious tone:

"This level of 'banning' doesn't seem to be working for you."

Amon showed no anger at being exposed, and spoke very calmly:

"It's just that it can be circumvented, but it doesn't have any impact at all. With the eyesight of the 'Prophecy Master', I believe you can tell whether I cheated or not."

Renekton sighed softly and said: "So I don't really want to play games with you. If you don't play some high-end operations, you won't be Amon."

"You really know me, why don't we add some chips to the game. The loser needs to satisfy a small need of the winner, just a small need."

Amon added an accent to the words "little need."

Renekton smiled noncommittally and said:

"Then you use your own authority to magnify this 'small need'?"

"But it's okay. I'm sitting here anyway, so I don't seem to have a chance to say no."

After the words fell, he leaned back on the chair, trying his best to relax and clear his mind, so as not to let Amon steal too much information from him.

Amon reached out and took off the monocle from his right eye and threw it in his hand. The other Amon around also took off the monocle they were wearing and silently put it back in their pockets.

"This will make me appear more sincere. So, let's get started."

As Amon spoke, he tapped his right index finger twice on the table. The cards that were originally floating quietly in the air were disrupted, interspersed with each other, and constantly changing positions.

The next moment, the positions of these cards were replaced, and they appeared in front of the people sitting around the round table, with a card staying in front of each person.

Renekton calmly glanced at the card in front of him. On it was a middle-aged man wearing gray coarse cloth. Under the card, there was a word written in the ancient Fusac language: civilian.

It is hard not to suspect that Amon was behind the drawing of the identity cards. He complained in his mind. Renekton raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The cards floating in front of everyone instantly shattered and turned into little stars and dissipated.

Sitting at the top, Amon, wearing a black classical robe, glanced sideways at Renekton and said:

"You 'Peepers' have very good eyes. I wonder if you have written down these identity tags?"

"Do you value me too much, or do you underestimate yourself too much?"

Renekton replied calmly. He looked up expressionlessly and glanced at Amon, who was sitting in the main seat and seemed to be his true form. He really didn't steal my thoughts, or he just didn't show it and was preparing to deceive me later. .

While the two were talking, another translucent Amon emerged from the middle of the round table. He was like a ghost, ethereal and insubstantial.

This floating Amon was wearing a white clergy robe and holding a silver cross in both hands. He floated in the air and said in a low and thick voice:

"Prepare."

"Please close your eyes when it gets dark."

Amon, the cleric floating in the middle of the round table, advanced the process in a calm voice. Renekton, who was sitting on the high-backed chair, closed his eyes intuitively while unconsciously clenching the armrest with his right hand.

Amon's killings can't be real killings, right? Fortunately, I prepared a few more paper man substitutes before. Why do I have to play games with Amon out of my mind? I feel like I am his game. There are a group of Amon's oppressors sitting around. Because of his feelings, Renekton could only reduce the pressure by constantly slandering him.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 513: First out

"It's dawn, please open your eyes."

While Renekton was still complaining, the cleric Amon had already completed the process.

He calmly stared at Amon, who was wearing a black classical robe at the top, and said with a very restrained emotion in his eyes:

"The person who was killed last night was you!"

His finger suddenly pointed at Amon, who was wearing a black classical robe at the top.

At this moment, Renekton felt as if he saw unconcealable surprise and excitement in the eyes of the Amons around him.

All I can say is that it is indeed Amon, which is both surprising and reasonable at the same time.

Amon, who was wearing a black classical robe, made a very sad expression and said, "Okay, you guys are really good at playing."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed it in mid-air. Amon, who was floating in the center of the table and wearing a white clergyman's robe, suddenly disappeared. The silver cross that was originally held by Amon also appeared in the middle of the table. The robe in the hands of Amon.

Renekton looked at him in surprise, then looked away, leaning his head on the back of the chair, as if he was resting with his eyes closed.

Amon, who was wearing a black classical robe, played with the silver cross in his hand and said:

"Next, I will take you through the game process."

At the end of the round of speeches, all Amon said that he was a good person, and at the same time denounced Amon who concealed his identity and chose to backstab the subject in the first round.

There are so many Amon dramas among these people, will the Gou San family become such elites in the later stage?

While Renekton was still complaining, Amon, who was sitting at the top, had already started to push the process:

"Please close your eyes when it gets dark."

"It's dawn, please open your eyes."

"The one who was killed last night was you."

As expected, Renekton saw Amon pointing a hand at him.

This group of Amons are killing each other like crazy. It always feels like they are not here to play games, but to vent their grievances that are usually squeezed by the main body. The only outsider exits, and the rest is playing with themselves. I really doubt their mental state.

Renekton looked around at Amon around the round table. His figure suddenly became transparent and shattered into dots of surging bright stars, scattered out of the illusion.

As the stars dissipated, the library built in the illusion instantly became transparent and disappeared.

At the top, Amon, who was sitting leisurely on a high-backed chair, squeezed the monocle in his hand. The illusion that just disappeared reappeared, unchanged from before. Except for the wall lamps on the surrounding walls and pillars, the originally beating The firelight was frozen there, like a static three-dimensional painting.

Amon, who was wearing a black classical robe, glanced at the Amons around the round table who were already immersed in the game. After casually appointing the person who had just been eliminated to replace him, he calmly put on the monocle he was holding in his hand. To the right eye position.

The next moment, his figure suddenly disappeared. When he appeared again, he had arrived outside the church in the center of the city.

The surging starlight gathered around here, and the starlight quickly reunited inside, revealing Renekton's figure.

Renekton looked at Amon who arrived here before him and was not surprised. He would have been surprised if Amon didn't follow him.

His eyes swept over Amon, and he said casually:

"It's surprising that you didn't actually cheat in the game."

Amon raised his hand to smooth out a strand of hair in front of his forehead, and at the same time chuckled and said:

"It's also a form of fraud to surprise."

Glancing at Amon with a faint smile on his face, Renekton walked straight to the church's prayer hall.

Amon made no movement, but his figure stuck firmly behind Renekton, and the distance between the two seemed to be non-existent.

He sighed while sticking firmly behind Renekton:

"It's a pity that neither of us won. Originally, I planned to ask you to help me get some samples of that gray fog."

"Are you sure this is a small request? Besides, there is such a thing as the mists of history. Without the authority of time or history, I can't even touch it."

Renekton complained speechlessly.

While they were talking, the two of them had already arrived at the prayer hall, where everything had been restored to its original state.

The dolls wearing clergy robes were kneeling neatly on the ground, noisily and devoutly repenting towards the inverted statue of the god.

Amon suddenly took two steps forward, looked around, and said:

"The iron smelting technology at that time was not perfect. Being able to use so many metal products to create dolls and cities was considered a luxury."

Renekton did not answer his words. He gently rubbed the thumb and middle finger of his right hand, creating dots of golden starlight, which emitted a bright but not dazzling light, illuminating the entire hall.

In the brightly lit hall, Renekton looked at the murals on the surrounding walls very carefully this time, trying to decipher some effective information from them.

While memorizing the murals around him, he chatted with Amon one after another: "Can they recognize you, Your Excellency, Angel of Time?"

"No, there are not many records about me. This is not a city that believes in me, so they know even less about me."

Amon slowly shook his head and explained. As he spoke, he was already close to the inverted statue. The brim of the pointed soft hat on his head was drooped, making it difficult for people to see the expression on his face.

Renekton continued to ask after Amon's words:

"I'm a little curious, where is the city that believes in you? Is it the same as the Amon family in the Fourth Age? Are they all your clones?"

"It wasn't."

Amon replied lightly, holding the monocle in his right hand and shaking it slightly.

Boom!

A deafening sound followed by a thick silvery explosion exploded in the prayer hall.

After a dazzling silvery white, tiny electric snakes were scurrying around on the ground and walls. The originally inverted statues turned into charred gravels scattered on the ground, with a dark gelatinous substance sticking to them. Silver-white electric snakes It was moving extremely slowly on it.

The puppets lying on the ground around them suddenly paused, as if they had been hit too hard and suddenly shut down.

This silence did not last for a second. Scarlet light poured out from the pores of their puppet bodies, full of a feeling of madness and depravity.

"No!"

"Lord, have you abandoned us?"

".Why is this happening! Why."

"Ho~ho."

The doll's voice gradually became chaotic and crazy. In the end, it couldn't even utter a complete sentence, and only the whooshing sound of the friction of its temporal parts was left.

Renekton turned his head and looked at Amon, who was standing quietly in front of the broken idol. He was playing with the crystal monocle in his right hand. His eyebrows were lowered, and the expression on his face was gloomy. The people around him were completely idolized. Not noticing his presence, they simply ignored him and surrounded where Renekton was standing.

Renekton stood there, with a deep blue glow flowing in his eyes, and recited a word in dragon language in a low voice:

"Frost!"

With him as the center, bursts of crystal clear light appeared in the mid-air, swaying outward with a biting chill, quickly sweeping across the entire prayer hall, covering the entire hall with a thick layer of frost.

The surrounding dolls that were still approaching stopped instantly and could no longer move forward. One after another ice ridges were hung on their bodies, and the scarlet light full of madness and depravity revealed from the pores of their bodies became a little dim.

Click!Click!

There were crisp sounds from the thick ice, and cracks spread from the inside to the outside like spider webs. Dark things were flowing inside, as if they would surge out at any time.

Amon didn't know when he put on the monocle he had been playing with, and a voice appeared next to Renekton and said:

"When people here built this church, they added some self-healing functions to it. If they cannot be completely erased or thrown far away, these dolls can be continuously regenerated."

"Self-healing function?" Renekton murmured in a low voice, suddenly thinking of the deep red spiritual light he saw when he looked at the temple before, he asked with some uncertainty:

"What are the characteristics of the Moon Path? A 'Creator' who has control over a certain life domain, or a 'Master of Summoning'?"

Amon shook his head slowly and said:

"No, it's just the 'Witch King', but the original owner of that characteristic was affected by the aura and divine power left by the Mother Goddess of the Earth. He became crazy and also possessed incredible vitality. After being eliminated by the people here, they This quality is retained to create magical items."

"Do you know too much?" Renekton looked at Amon on the side with some suspicion. He acted as if he had witnessed this with his own eyes.

Amon twitched the corner of his mouth and said in a harsh and playful tone:

"I have always had a clone staying here, and I was also involved in the battle between the conservative faction and the evolutionary faction at that time."

Are you sure you are just participating and not contributing to it?

"Instead of slandering me in your heart, you should think about how to deal with these puppets in front of you. Your frost can no longer trap them."

As soon as Amon finished speaking, the clicking sounds around him became clearer and denser.

Oh!

The sound of the ice breaking suddenly sounded, and a mechanical arm made of metal stretched out from the thick ice, followed by one after another, mechanical arms, heads, and thighs stretched out from the ice everywhere.

The broken ice cubes fell to the ground without making the slightest sound, and were directly swallowed up by the darkness formed by the solidification of shadows and darkness.

"There are so many residual auras of gods here, and they don't affect each other?"

Renekton sighed, and the radiance flowing in his eyes outlined one mysterious symbol after another. His right hand waved in front of him simultaneously, creating little bits of bright starlight and outlining each strange and mysterious symbol.

The blue starlight gradually turned into brilliant gold, dyeing everything around it golden, spreading out layer by layer.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 514 Autistic clone

Pure and clear light illuminates every corner of the surrounding area, turning it into darkness without a trace, leaving no shadow.

The darkness and shadows surging around him continued to shrink and disintegrate under the light, and were quickly dispelled.

But the scarlet light flowing out of the pores on those dolls became even more intense, with a madness that was almost condensed into substance, dyeing the surrounding pale gold light into a faint red.

Amon walked leisurely to the corner, took out a dark brown high-backed chair from his collection and sat down. He also magically took out a glass of dark red wine with a refreshing fragrance.

He was like a leisurely commentator, sipping the wine and saying:

"The materials on them have become resistant to the purification power of the sun field. The more they are purified, the more certain pollution on them will be intensified."

"You might as well try to destroy this place directly and forcefully."

"And then trigger a stress response in this temple?" Renekton turned his head slightly and glanced at Amon behind him with his peripheral vision, rejecting the other party's proposal.

He looked deeply at the doll whose aura was connected to the temple. The faint premonition of danger was still there, but he couldn't see where it came from.

When a puppet was about to rush to him, he threw a pea on the ground.

The pea grew instantly and turned into thick green vines, covering the surrounding area like a heavy rain, submerging all the dolls.

They were intertwined and intertwined, quickly forming a forest, layer upon layer, and the top could not be seen at all. The dolls were forcibly scattered throughout the green forest, disappearing from sight along with the vine forest.

After briefly getting rid of the puppet, Renekton glanced sideways at Amon, who was still sitting in the high-back chair and calmly tasting red wine and said:

"You have been following me just because you wanted to fish in troubled waters at that time. Is there anything you need here?"

"Isn't this what I need?" Amon asked with a chuckle.

Renekton's eyes paused for a moment, then he looked away as if nothing had happened, and then walked towards the passage behind the prayer hall.

His movements were not very coherent. Without Klein's help above the gray mist, the temple's negative effects on flesh and blood appeared on him again.

If you stay here for a long time, even if you are a demigod, your body will suffer some irreparable damage. Just like using ancient machinery, no matter how you renovate it, it will never be as good as before.

Amon appeared next to Renekton at an inappropriate time and asked:

"Why don't you ask me for help? I can help you steal the negative effects from your body."

"Of course I'm worried that you might steal more things." Renekton stated his concerns frankly.

While speaking, he kept walking towards the garden behind the passage. Before he was completely close, he had already noticed that flowers, plants and trees made of colored paper, iron sheets and sawdust had reappeared in the garden, but they were the same as before. In comparison, it is obviously much sparser.

As he got closer, he saw a scarecrow-like figure standing in the garden:

Its body was simply bundled with hay. It was wearing a dark, rough rag with many damages. It also wore a patched pointed hat on its head, and an exaggerated expression was painted on its face with oil paint. Smiley face.

It has no hands, instead a sickle and a rake, and its feet are a rusty hollow iron pipe.

"It seems that the materials here are not very rich. This idol was simply pieced together with the only materials available."

While Renekton sighed, he condensed an ancient-style spear in his hand, with blobs and blobs and dots of dark red blood burning from the tip to the handle.

The dark red spear came out the moment it took shape, leaving a fading dark red stream of light in the air, easily penetrating the scarecrow-like doll's body.

The doll's body made of straw was instantly ignited by dark red flames, disintegrating and burning into ashes.

During the burning process, the doll's body quickly became thinner and brittle, and finally disintegrated into pieces of red phosphorous moonlight.

On the other side of the garden, a burst of crimson moonlight rose, and a doll made of straw was formed in the crimson moonlight.

The paint on its face turned into an angry expression, the withered hay on its body turned scarlet, as if soaked in blood, and there was a faint mist of water steaming from its body.

call out!call out!call out!

The hay on the doll's body shot out like sharp arrows, leaving a sound of sharp objects rubbing the air in the air.

Scarlet hay shot out densely, instantly penetrating the bodies of Renekton and Amon.

The former's body suddenly became transparent and illusory, and turned into a pile of foam the moment it was penetrated by the hay. These bubbles also reflected the bright stars, reflecting dreamy colors, flying in all directions, and then being penetrated and broken by hay in an instant.

The sharp arrow-like hay penetrated Amon's body easily, making a popping sound, but it did not splash a trace of blood. There was no wound on Amon's body. He directly stole the scarlet hay and used it on himself. s damage.

Amon raised the monocle at his right eye and walked through the rain of hay arrows like a stroll, approaching Renekton who had appeared at the edge of the garden.

Renekton briefly looked at the sign hanging on the door in front of him. There were several words on it that were somewhat similar to the ancient Fusac language: Doll Workshop.

The depth in his eyes flashed, and he roughly understood what was behind the door.

There were about twenty minutes left. Renekton mentally estimated how long he could stay here. Once this limit was exceeded, the negative effects that continued to accumulate on his body would affect his actions and judgment.

The door creaked as he pushed it. Unlike the darkness in other places, the doll workshop was completely brightly lit, and the lighting facilities were crystals made into lampstands.

They emit bright yellow light like the sun, illuminating the entire doll workshop without leaving a trace of darkness or shadow.

Renekton stretched out his hand and grasped it gently in mid-air, and a night with a sense of tranquility was dragged out of the void by him, shrouding himself. The traces of his existence were cleverly concealed, and he was completely lost.

After being secretive, he raised his legs and entered the puppet workshop.

As soon as he entered the workshop, Renekton felt that the secretive layer of his body had been weakened to a great extent. The sluggishness in his body that was like an old machine quickly disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by the heat that grew from the bottom of his heart. Feeling, all the emotions that had been deliberately suppressed in my heart became active, and all kinds of messy thoughts floated in my mind.

There is the influence of the solar field. Here, some emotions are suppressed to the extreme, and some emotions become extremely fanatical. It is also a bit hot, and it feels like it has suddenly gone from cold winter to midsummer.

As the sluggishness in his body completely disappeared, Renekton could faintly feel the sweat gradually dripping from his forehead, and the fever spread from his emotions to his body.

Taking a deep breath, the dark blue flowing quietly in his eyes became much purer and richer, giving people an unusually sacred and wise feeling, but also seemed quite cold and without warmth.

In this state, his resistance to abnormal conditions around him has significantly improved.

At this time, he had the energy to look at the surrounding situation. It looked like a large workshop, with many solid wood and metal mechanical devices neatly placed. On each mechanical device, there were at least two with half a body. The puppets are like workers firmly fixed in position, never stopping to do the same work.

On the workbench, a tall tree made of sawdust, iron sheets and colored paper was repeatedly dismantled and reassembled.

Renekton quickly discovered the most special and conspicuous one among these dolls. It wore a gray-white stone mask on its head, and a monocle made of crystal was inlaid in the right eye socket of the mask.

Seemingly noticing Renekton's gaze, it suddenly stopped moving, looked up at Renekton in confusion, and then lowered its head in confusion.

Not Amon? A doubt flashed through Renekton's mind. The light in this workshop was a bit dazzling, which had some impact on his secret-peeping eyes, and he couldn't see clearly.

Amon's figure suddenly appeared in the workshop. He walked around twice in a very familiar way. He walked up to the doll with a monocle on its mask, reached out and took off the monocle on its mask. He tossed it twice in his hand and said:

"A life that is too boring has caused this clone to fall into a state of self-isolation. To put it simply, he is autistic."

While Amon was speaking, Renekton could faintly see a few pale white light spots separate from the doll and merge into Amon's body.

Seeing this scene, he asked curiously: "You don't want this clone anymore?"

Putting the monocle in his hand into his pocket, Amon said calmly:

"He didn't want to continue being a puppet and chose to return to his true form."

"The dolls here only have a body and crazy instincts. They are controlled by this temple. Their consciousness stays in the Sexitine woven by pure information, or is sealed there."

"Do you want to go there and take a look? The information there is seriously contaminated and may collapse at any time."

Renekton did not answer immediately. His eyes, which were filled with clear radiance, instantly became extremely deep, resembling the surface of the sea before a storm. His eyes obviously lost focus and became confused.

Under such circumstances, he can peek into the long river that represents destiny and glimpse into some future trends.

After his eyes were temporarily out of focus, his eyes became clear again. He didn't "predict" much useful information, but he probably understood the dangers and his gains.

After a brief silence, he nodded and said, "You can go."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 515 Information World

Amon twitched the corner of his mouth and said half with emotion and half with tentative words:

"I guess, no matter what the outcome of the prophecy is, you will not refuse my proposal."

Without waiting for Renekton's answer, he raised his hand and pinched the monocle at his right eye. A blinding white instantly swallowed up everything.

This situation lasted for less than a second, and the blazing white light gradually faded away, revealing a sky with stars, the sun, and the moon coexisting at the same time, which looked extremely chaotic.

Under the chaotic sky, there is a group of buildings with ancient styles and gorgeous decorations. The buildings are scattered in an orderly manner. They are somewhat similar to the layout of Sethitine in reality, but they are completely different in many details.

There seemed to be a lot of pedestrians in simple clothes walking back and forth on the streets of this city. It looked very lively, but there was no sound at all, and the silence was eerie.

They were like puppets on strings. They could only move according to a fixed process. Their faces were numb and rigid, without any vitality.

In addition to numb and stiff expressions and movements, there are many traces of alienation on their bodies. Some people have fish-like scales on their skin, some people's eyes have turned into cold vertical pupils, and some people have cold vertical pupils. A tail, ears, and short, thick fur have grown.

Next to Renekton, Amon introduced the situation here like a tour guide:

"This is a manifestation of their mental pollution."

"Them?" Renekton keenly noticed Amon's words.

Amon nodded lightly and said:

"Yes, although you see them still barely retaining some human form, this is just a calm appearance. They have already completely transformed into monsters over a long period of time. If they are slightly stimulated, they will immediately reveal themselves. Show a real monster."

As if to verify his words, Amon walked up to a man dressed like a sailor with a smile, reached out and patted his shoulder gently and said:

"Did you see the fish I put here?"

The man with a numb and stiff expression slowly turned his neck, making a creaking sound, as if his head would fall off at any time.

"fish"

"Fish."

He repeated what Amon said over and over again, but he could only pronounce the syllable "fish".

As he opened his mouth, the thick beard covering half of his face swayed up and down, revealing the mouthparts filled with transparent, smooth mucus and fangs.

It no longer looked like human lips, but more like the mouthparts of some marine creatures. Smooth and transparent mucus dripped continuously, and the thick beard on his face began to squirm like life.

"I saw the fish. I saw it."

"Ho ho."

The words in its mouth gradually became inarticulate, and in the end only the whooshing sound of air friction was left.

One after another, more slippery tentacles came out from under his clothes, and the whole person instantly collapsed into a ball. Tentacles with bright colors, made of many pieces of flesh, stretched out from the pores of his clothes, and there was also light yellow pus flowing. Liquid-like slippery liquid.

The surrounding light suddenly dimmed, and the air seemed to be dyed a sea blue at this moment, as if it had been sunk into the sea, with fine water droplets constantly leaching out of the air.

Renekton unconsciously reached out and covered his mouth and nose. He felt a strange suffocating feeling on his body, and there was a salty and wet taste in his mouth, as if he had suddenly been sunk into the deep sea.

Amon raised his hand and pinched the monocle at his right eye. The strange scene around him suddenly disappeared, and the surrounding space turned into a hollow gray and black.

Only the brightly colored tentacles, made up of many pieces of flesh, were still dancing, and with the madness and primitive desire to destroy everything, the tentacles were drawn towards Renekton and Amon.

The dark blue flowing in Renekton's eyes froze for a moment. Before he raised his hand to make a move, golden starlight had already emerged, emitting unparalleled light and heat, filling the entire space in an instant.

The tentacles that were still dancing instantly melted into drops of liquid like candles, dripping down continuously.

The madness and the primitive desire to destroy everything that were unleashed on the tentacles were quickly fading away, while at the same time an extreme fanaticism and extremely fiery emotions were rising.

Renekton's face suddenly became solemn. He felt that his spirituality was rapidly passing away, and a little of his will was integrated into this false world, evolving in an extremely twisted and evil direction. At the same time, he and this false world Establish some kind of connection.

Without hesitation, he followed his intuition and stretched out his right hand to grab into the void. A layer of dark mist with a "secret" effect was caught in his hand.

The light and heat around him dimmed quickly, and the connection he had with this false world was instantly severed.

Amon raised the monocle on his right eye and said with a belated look:

"This world built by information is not perfect. The low-level rules are too simple and there are too many logical loopholes. This also causes any extraordinary power to be infinitely amplified here."

"Just like just now, it was obviously just an ordinary out-of-control monster, but the aura from its body radiated out, directly forming a sea of ​​half-truths and half-falsehoods."

"Although it is just a false world constructed from information, the dangers encountered here will still feed back to our real mental bodies to some extent."

Renekton glanced at Amon thoughtfully, and added in a calm tone: "This city erodes the spirituality and will of intruders all the time, especially when using extraordinary abilities, this situation will be more serious. "

"I'm a little curious. If you can't restrain yourself well and cut off your connection with this world in time, what will be the final result?"

Amon looked like he was reminiscing and said with a chuckle:

"I have done experiments before. When the spirituality and will are completely eroded, this world will automatically generate a new person and truly become a part of this place, just like the person I just greeted."

Renekton nodded thoughtfully and said:

"No wonder you say that the people here have long been transformed into monsters."

Amon said with emotion:

"In the despairing darkness, this false world becomes their only light and salvation. When they indulge here, they have forgotten the danger."

While speaking, he stretched out his hand in front and pulled gently.

With a clicking sound, he pulled an exaggerated crack into the area shrouded in dark fog.

As the crack appeared, Renekton felt that the dim light and heat around him became active again, and extreme fanaticism and excitement were growing around him.

Resisting the urge to use his extraordinary abilities, Renekton followed Amon and stepped out of the crack to leave the area.

As soon as he walked out of the crack, he found that the surrounding scene had changed. He and Amon came to a magnificent and gorgeous palace complex.

Renekton glanced at Amon calmly, understanding that he had just modified the position of the other end of the crack.

Feeling his gaze, Amon turned back and raised his hand, pointing to the magnificent and simple palaces behind him and said:

"This is the embodiment of the temple of Cexitin here in reality. It is alive and was built by the craftsmen here using the heart left by the 'Secret Angel'. It is also the center of this information world. "

"It's still some time before it becomes active, and we need to speed it up a little bit."

While speaking, Amon held the crystal-ground monocle in his right hand and shook it slightly. A huge ancient mottled shadow suddenly appeared above his head.

This shadow is like the surface of a wall clock carved from stone. It is divided into twelve grids. Each grid is either grayish white or green and black, intertwined with each other, has clear boundaries, and has different symbols.

An indescribable invisible torrent suddenly emerged from the huge shadow, as if it had traveled through a long history. Everything around it was wrapped up in this torrent, and it moved forward on the scale of time.

To him, this world built by information is just a toy that can be played with at will. Renekton sighed in his heart while staring straight ahead, staring at the palace building that was undulating like a heart.

The decorative gears on the walls were all turning, making constant rattling sounds, and the well-proportioned palaces were constantly rising and falling to adjust their positions.

The sun, moon and stars that appeared in the sky at the same time also began to rhythm, making circles of ripples, looking for their own positions.

During this process, Renekton's eyes once again became extremely dark, lost focus, and became blurry.

There are extremely vague figures flashing through my mind constantly. They are connected to each other and separated from each other, like different personality aspects of one person.

It's crazy. The consciousness of many aborigines and the pollution they carry have formed different personality aspects here. No wonder the "secret angel" failed after resurrection. Once resurrected, he will become it, Turning into a monster with only crazy instincts, self-slumber is the best choice. Unfortunately, he met Amon.

While sighing, Renekton raised his hand and condensed his eyes containing countless stars, shining with cold and pure light, cold and indifferent.

These eyes have no eyelashes, and they merge into this world of information in a blink of an eye, turning into dim light spots that move around, collecting the information here.

Amon ended his act of stealing time, folded his hands on his chest, and said calmly:

"It turns out that what you are interested in is the information world itself. I thought you wanted the relics of the 'Secret Angel', so I helped you wake it up."

Renekton looked sideways at Amon and said calmly: "What do you want from it?"

Before he finished speaking, the world suddenly shook. Huge ravines spread out from the tallest and most gorgeous palace in the middle, like a dense and huge spider web.

(End of this chapter)