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Chapter 386 The disappeared church

Amon's eyes fell directly on Renekton, who had already disappeared and retreated to the side. The corners of his lips twitched slightly, as if he was somewhat interested in the mysterious reappearances he had mastered.

Renekton, who had already disappeared, couldn't help but asked:

"You can't just steal my spellcasting ability? Or is this clone unable to do it?"

"Guess?" Amon chuckled and spit out a word.

Then he turned his gaze, took two steps back, and threw the dice of probability in his hand.

Ding ~ Ding ~

The die of probability fell to the ground, rolled a certain distance and then stopped at the edge of the square, six o'clock facing up!

Amon always had a faint smile on his lips, as if he was doing something very meaningful.

He held the monocle at his right eye with one hand, reached forward with one hand, and made a grasping gesture while turning his wrist slightly.

Renekton stretched out his right hand simultaneously, pulling out a piece of quiet night in mid-air, quietly covering the entire Church of the Waves.

The mysterious reappearance of the "Land of Night" directly envelops the short-lived secrecy around the Church of the Waves, isolating the Lord of Storms from controlling and contacting the church.

The secret power spread quietly. No one in the church or on the square noticed the problem, but they just felt that the surroundings suddenly became quieter.

But in a place like the church, keeping quiet is a form of respect for the gods. No one would think there is a problem with this, and no one would think that someone would be so bold as to cause trouble in front of the Church of the Waves.

"Hey~who brought the dice out of the casino?"

A sailor who was about to go to the Church of the Waves to pray to the Lord of Storms suddenly stopped, looking at the milky white dice rolled to his feet and making a confused sound.

He looked around and saw that no one had noticed the dice, so he planned to pick it up and hand it to the clergy here after praying for a while.

He squatted down, bent over and stretched out his hand, but it directly touched the ground. When he moved his hand away, he saw that the dice that had fallen to the ground had disappeared.

The middle-aged man dressed as a sailor stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, but still found no trace of the dice.

"Hell!" He spat lowly and stepped forward, preparing to go to the Church of the Waves to pray.

As soon as he raised his head, he paused on the spot again. He was stunned for a while before reacting and rubbed his eyes to confirm whether he was dazzled.

"What the hell! Where's the church? Where's the Church of the Waves here?"

The location that originally belonged to the Church of Waves was empty, leaving only a large, slightly sunken pit. Inside, there were many believers and clergy of the Lord of Storms sitting on the ground or standing in a daze.

Woo~woo~

The sound of violent collision and friction between the wind and the air was heard, and the strong wind carried a figure with gray hair and a relatively strong figure into the sky.

It was Joe Gory, the diocesan bishop of the Church of the Storm who was in charge of the Church of the Waves. He had just realized what had happened. The Church of the Waves had been stolen! It was stolen in front of him!

He was wearing a dark blue bishop's robe painted with symbols of waves and storms, his eyes were filled with blue and white light, and strands of silver were dancing on his gray hair.

The anger almost solidified in him, which also gave him extraordinary power at this moment, a power transformed from extreme anger.

"who is it!"

His voice rubbed the air, erupting into a whimper from the wind realm, setting off a terrifying sonic boom in mid-air.

This was not only to shock the surrounding people, but also to send a notice to the "Sea King" and the angel who had just left.

The strong wind lifted Kyogory's body up and stayed in mid-air. His eyes scanned the entire scene with an angry will.

The terrifying hurricane visible to the naked eye appeared in circles, and the air flow turned sharply in circles, completely covering the surrounding area.

Snapped! A crisp finger snap sounded somewhat unexpectedly.

One after another, cold and indifferent light blue eyes emerged from various places in the square. They collapsed one after another and turned into a sea of ​​intertwined red magma and light blue flames. As if attracted by some unknown force, they quickly condensed into chains that were either red or light blue and exuded a strong smell of sulfur, and quickly gathered in front of the original Church of the Waves.

"Is this your plan?"

Amon's voice suddenly sounded in Renekton's ears, with a little curiosity and disdain.

The chains that were originally surging towards the unknown location of Amon changed their targets and attacked K2 in mid-air.

"You only stole the church? Why didn't you also steal the basement underneath the church?"

Renekton took a step forward and then turned to look at Amon. His tone was very calm, and he spoke more like a casual inquiry.

Amon reached out and pinched his chin, and replied seriously:

"There are too many sealed objects there, and I'm just a clone worthy of the fourth order. I can't solve so many negative effects in a short time."

While Amon was speaking, Renekton stretched out his right hand to the side, seeming to be pulling something invisible.

As soon as he succeeded, he felt an empty feeling in his hands.

Amon, who was standing in front of him, raised his right hand slightly and said leisurely as if holding an invisible object:

"Interesting. Invisible things can transform themselves into things that don't exist."

"Do you have any other interesting spells?"

With this taunting ability, it would be a pity not to be the provocateur. Renekton cursed, and then rubbed his fingers, creating a whimpering wind, carrying the light yellow powder with a strong sulfur smell and sweeping across the entire square.

Before these powders were dispersed, they suddenly burst into light blue flames, and the aura from the abyss instantly filled the entire square.

"Provocation? Isn't this a simple matter?"

"Look, the angry people are already jumping on the dark clouds."

Amon's voice seemed to penetrate directly through the whining wind around him, and reached Renekton's ears regardless of the distance, reached the ears of Bishop K2 in the sky, and even reached the dark clouds in the sky.

As expected of the naughty child raised by Medici, no one can leave Bayam alive today!

Thoughts flashed through Renekton's mind, and his body suddenly became transparent, illusory, and turned into a pile of foam.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Thick and oppressive layers of dark clouds enveloped the entire Rhoside Islands, and exaggerated silvery white lightning fell directly from the sky, carrying a real aura of violence and destruction, and fell everywhere with great purpose.

Most of the silvery electric light fell on Bayam, where the Church of the Waves originally stood.

It directly penetrated the strong wind barrier evoked by K2, split the light blue flames flying in the wind, and landed on the location of Renekton and Amon.

The foam scattered around reflected dreamy colors under the silvery white electric light, and was instantly submerged and destroyed by the silvery white.

"What an interesting spell."

Amon walked towards the outskirts of the square like a leisurely stroll, as if he was something that did not exist at all, completely unaffected by the lightning and strong wind around him.

When he reached the center of the square, he looked back provocatively at the sky shrouded in dark clouds.

The dark clouds in the sky were almost filled with silvery white lightning and looked like white clouds. It seemed that an extremely terrifying storm was brewing, but it never came down.

This is where the Church of the Waves is located, and below are the devout believers of Too Many Storms as well as the church's clergy.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 387

The whistling wind gradually became more violent. The strong wind carried the surrounding figures away from the area, and at the same time turned into invisible restraints that hindered Amon's steps.

Amon glanced playfully at the figures who were being carried away by the strong wind, and said provocatively to the tall and burly middle-aged man who was controlling the strong wind:

"Oh, aren't you worried that there are clones of me among these transferred believers?"

"My Lord's eyes are fixed on this place, and not a single worm of time can leave!"

"Of course, no starlight can cross the strong wind!"

Yan Cotman's voice was exceptionally calm, so calm that Renekton felt that the Cardinal of the Church of Storms might have just gone mad.

The loose Storm Priest robe was fully held up by his well-defined muscles, and his dark blue eyes burst out with bright light. His hair was like small worms, and the tentacles spread out in the strong wind, intertwined with the lightning falling from the sky. together.

Under his strong pressure, the surrounding wind almost condensed into substance, tightly wrapped around Renekton's body, making it difficult for him to even lift his fingers.

Seeing that the wind around him had completely locked him, Renekton simply showed his figure, looked sideways at Amon not far away, and said in a helpless voice:

"We seem to have underestimated the benefits of anger to angry people."

"is it?"

"I have never underestimated the anger of this group of angry people, and I think you are also aware of this."

"However, your idea of ​​using them to get rid of me and completely wipe out all my clones in the Rhoside Islands came to nothing. Now, we are survivors on a small boat!"

Amon raised his head slightly, with a faint smile still on his lips. He seemed to be enjoying the excitement. His plain voice mixed with a little playfulness was clearly transmitted to the ears of everyone present.

boom!

A huge sonic boom sounded out of thin air, mixed with the whine of the wind, layer upon layer, directly flooding the entire square.

The figures of Amon and Renekton became thinner and brittle one after another, turning into a crudely cut paper figure, which was directly torn into pieces by the violent sonic boom.

The figures of Renekton and Amon flickered and floated in the layers of air waves. From time to time, they turned into scraps of paper, colorful foam, and things that did not exist at all.

"Haha, the spells you master are very interesting!"

Amon's voice echoed in Renekton's ears, seeming a little arrogant.

Renekton was a little speechless. His spells were always stolen by Amon at critical moments. If his spellcasting ability hadn't been greatly improved after being promoted to Sequence Three, and he also had the spiritual intuition from the master of prophecy, he wouldn't have had time to cast it. The second spell.

"Looking on the bright side, with my help, your spellcasting ability has been qualitatively improved in just a few minutes."

Amon quietly stole the distance between him and Renekton, and appeared behind Renekton in an instant. His voice echoed directly in Renekton's ears.

Renekton's figure became transparent in the next moment, turning into a statue made of countless stars. Two thumb-sized insects of time appeared on the shoulders of the statue and fell directly to the ground.

The moment they landed, the two insects of time turned into two gleams of light and returned to Amon's body.

boom! boom! boom!

Silver-white electric snakes jumped out of the air, carrying a violent and destructive aura that was as strong as the real thing. They attacked Amon and Renekton densely, shrouding the surrounding area of ​​several hundred meters in the Thunder Forest.

Renekton spread out his left hand, and a milky-white dice on it started to spin spontaneously, and stopped before the lightning struck, with six o'clock pointing up!

Due to extreme luck, the lightning that struck all around always avoided this small area due to various coincidences and accidents, and even the splashed gravel failed to affect this area.

Amon's eyes fell on the dice of probability, and he quickly took it back, as if he had no intention of stealing it.

He looked into the air through the thunder that shrouded the surroundings, and said in a calm voice:

"When the angel of the angry people comes, do you really not want to consider becoming my favored one? I can take you out of here."

"The Beloved? Is he the one who helps you attract firepower? After stealing the Church of the Waves, the Lord of Storms will definitely be able to target you directly. Those lightning bolts that were deflected just now should be cleaning up your stay in Bayam, or even the entire Rothed. Other clones of the archipelago."

"The angels of the storm and the 'Sea King' are just blocking us from destroying too many areas when the divine punishment of the storm comes."

Renekton responded to Amon with a chuckle, while gently rubbing the dice of probability with his left hand, thinking about whether extreme luck could allow him to survive God's punishment.

"You have been holding this dice in your hand just to let it bring the people and objects around you under your control little by little, and turn the surrounding area into a world of probability?"

"But have you ever considered that the angry people will not be affected by it, nor will his divine punishment."

Amon said with a little disdain and curiosity in his voice.

He also held something like a black mist in his hand, trying to get more information by affecting Renekton's emotions. The dark blue and almost purple light flowing in Renekton's eyes rippled slightly, losing the characteristics of a prophet, and he was no longer so resistant to the ability to stir up emotions and desires.

Taking a deep breath, he tilted his head slightly and said in a hoarse voice:

"Then why have you been trying to parasitize me and steal the Wheel of Fortune card from my hand?"

"You should know that you cannot successfully steal anything from me while the die of probability has blessed me with luck."

"That's not necessarily true!"

Amon always had a faint smile on his lips. As he spoke, he reached out and fumbled for a tarot card from the inner pocket of his classical robe.

Renekton's pupils shrank sharply, and his intuition told him that it was a card of paper blasphemy.

He subconsciously turned his head and looked at the probability die in his left hand, which still showed six o'clock pointing up.

How could it be possible that he subconsciously reached out his right hand to fumble for his Wheel of Fortune card? Whether it was touch or intuition, the feedback given to him was a true blasphemy card.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly thought of something. He turned his head and looked at the tarot card in Amon's hand with the back facing him and said:

"Wrong card?"

Amon looked at Renekton with a playful expression and said:

"Your reaction is so funny, I thought you wouldn't be scared."

"This is a gift given to me by a young occult enthusiast. He relied on some descriptive words on this blasphemous card and recited a vague name that could point to the 'wrong' name. And I, Answered him!"

Amon casually tossed the error card in his hand, revealing a figure with two naked figures, a man and a woman, and an angel with pure white wings on his back.

Renekton raised his eyebrows slightly, then withdrew his gaze. After mastering the uniqueness of error, at some point, to a certain extent, he could already represent the true god of this path.

Is this telling me that He can indeed steal the items from me when I am blessed by the dice of probability? Or is this just His deception on me?

"You can take a guess."

"Or, you play a game with me. If you win, I will give you this error card. If you lose, you will help me steal the church of the Dragon of Betrayal. How about that?"

Amon suggested with a smile.

Renekton didn't see the slightest panic from him, and seemed not to care about the divine punishment of the coming storm.

Renekton did not respond to Amon's words, and his eyes fell on the slowly rotating milky white dice on his open left palm.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but he felt that the dice was becoming more and more difficult to spin. It seemed that it was very difficult to modify the probability here.

"This dice is reaching its limit. These lightning bolts are holding back the will of some angry people, and the probability cannot be easily modified."

Amon's voice echoed clearly in Renekton's ears, as if in response to his words, this time the dice of probability could not continue to turn after reaching five o'clock.

"Five o'clock. Is this the limit?"

Renekton murmured, and his figure instantly became transparent, like a statue made of countless starlights. It flickered with starlight, quickly shattered, and turned into bright starlight, surging towards the edge of the Thunder Forest. Go.

"Ha!" Amon chuckled as he watched Renekton turn into a star and fade away.

He raised his hand to adjust the monocle in his eyes, and the silver lightning that fell towards him disappeared instantly, as if it had never appeared.

He looked at the place where Renekton left and muttered:

"After chatting for so long, I finally stole the secret effect he exerted on me. The absolutely lucky dice of probability is really troublesome."

"Every gift from fate has already been marked with a secret price. Will that very unique dice betray the price at the most critical moment?"

"I'm really looking forward to it!"

With a slight sigh at the corner of his lips, His figure suddenly disappeared and reappeared in the gap between the lightning storm. Travel through by stealing locations.

boom!

At the edge of the Thunder Forest, a terrifying sonic boom, mixed with the whimpers of the wind realm, instantly sounded. The surging stars were instantly washed away, and the lightning falling from the sky could no longer be completely avoided.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 388 One point

After being hit by silvery white lightning several times in a row, the diffuse starlight could no longer maintain its concentration inward, and Renekton's figure was condensed in the starlight.

There were also traces of silvery electric light flashing on his body, with a strong paralysis effect, causing him to fall into a state of stiffness for a short time.

In the sky shrouded by thick dark clouds and silver-white electric light, a human face exaggerated enough to cover the entire Bayam appeared. Its eyes, mouth and nose were filled with silver-white electric light, revealing an indescribable feeling. of majesty.

A deep, breathless, almost solid anger was conveyed from this face.

With its appearance, the thunder forest that originally enveloped everything came to a standstill, and the surrounding wind and lightning all surrendered to the feet of their king.

At the same moment, Renekton's premonition of danger suddenly screamed crazily, as if the ultimate danger had arrived. In a way that he could not perceive, he could not even think of escape or resistance in his mind.

He lowered his head, not daring to look up at the human face in the sky. If the Lord of Storms deliberately let him see something, he would have lost control and collapsed without the subsequent divine punishment.

He stared intently at the dice of probability that was constantly rotating in the palm of his left hand. He held the Wheel of Fortune card between the index and middle fingers of his right hand and held it up.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed that Amon's figure appeared beside him at some point. He also stopped moving. It seemed that the angry gaze from the Lord of Storms had some impact on this clone.

He quickly withdrew his gaze, not paying too much attention to Amon's condition, and began to make final preparations to survive, otherwise he would have to play with Amon's clone.

As his thoughts turned with difficulty, he began to pour spirituality into the Wheel of Fortune card, and at the same time whispered in his heart in dragon language:

"The essence of knowledge, the source of mystery, the glory of civilization, and the persistence of truth."

"Oh, is it so embarrassing to die with me?"

"Generally speaking, being able to drag a clone of the King of Angels to death together is enough to be written into legends, painted into murals, and something that everyone can praise and sigh with."

Amon's tone was frivolous, as if he didn't care about the Storm Lord above him at all.

Thank you for your kindness. I am still young and don't want to report to the underworld so early. As soon as the idea emerged, the pressure from above my head suddenly became stronger, almost condensing into substantial pressure.

Renekton's legs trembled slightly, and he almost fell directly to the charred ground.

The dice of probability fell directly from his hand because of his unstable body. After rolling a few times, it gradually stopped, with one point pointing upwards!

The corners of Renekton's eyes kept beating, and a strong uneasiness filled his heart.

"Amon!" A roar came from above the clouds, as if coming from an infinite height, from the abyss of the storm in the dazzling star world.

Bah! Bah! Bah!

The silvery-white electric light slanted down like a waterfall, instantly covering everything around it, drowning everything, and destroying everything.

The silvery white light, wrapped in the will of destruction and anger, instantly enveloped Amon, and also enveloped Renekton, who was not far from Amon.

In the hotel in Bayam Dockside, Klein stood in front of the glass window with an ugly expression.

Amon? Amon is in Bayam? And provoked the Church of Storms?

This kind of power is definitely not what the Angel of the Church of Storms temporarily stationed in Bayam can achieve. There is a high probability that the Lord of Storms took action himself. Klein looked sideways at the door of the bedroom on one side, hesitating whether to go to the gray mist above.

No, Amon can feel the breath of Origin Castle above the gray fog. If he happens to have a clone nearby, then I will directly hit the muzzle.

Sigh~ I hope the Church of Storms can directly deal with Amon, although there is a high probability that the people here are just clones. Klein looked out the window at the thick dark clouds with a complex expression. He suddenly regretted that he did not leave Bayam with Daniz yesterday. .

In a private port outside Bayam City, the Blue Avenger was moored here. Alger stood firmly on the bow of the ship, staring deeply at the large dark clouds in the sky and the falling lightning.

What happened again? Who dares to provoke the Church of Storms at this time? It was obvious that I just accepted the mission from the church yesterday and was just about to go to sea today when I encountered this kind of thing.

Alger's brows almost knitted into a "Chuan" shape, and his azure eyes seemed deep and deep. He felt that his mission was about to change again.

He turned to look behind him. All his crew members spontaneously gathered on the deck, looking worried or nervous. But after the exaggerated face appeared in the sky, they all lowered their heads and whispered to the Storm Lord. Get up in prayer.

Alger silently stared at the exaggerated outline of a human face in the sky, as well as the silver-white electric light sloping down like a waterfall. His heart beat violently uncontrollably, and the flame called ambition kept rising.

This is the power that can truly change destiny and change the situation. Following the recovery of Mr. Fool, can I also reach this level and become the legendary angel, or even go further.

Zhi~zhi~

The silver-white electric light slanting down from the dark clouds in the sky gradually disappeared, leaving a huge, charred black pit in its place, with silver-white electric arcs constantly scurrying around. A charred dice full of cracks trembled feebly at the bottom of the pit, and every silver-white arc passing through the dice would splash some silver-white smoke.

Not far from it, there is a monocle made of ground crystal lying there quietly. It is covered with large and small cracks and has some traces of melting.

The next moment, a palm reached out from the void, picked up the monocle from the ground, and under the gaze of many eyes, retracted into the void with the monocle.

A voice full of joking and fun sounded, regardless of the distance, echoing in the ears of everyone watching here.

"I will take your church away. Maybe when I get tired of playing with it, I will throw it somewhere conspicuous and let you pick it up yourself."

"Huh? This is..."

boom! boom! boom!

Several more bolts of lightning fell in succession, and the surrounding air seemed to twist.

As the electric light fell, the dice, which was already full of cracks, was completely shattered and turned into a ball of liquid that looked like mercury, slowly flowing and converging into a circle.

One after another, complex mercury symbols emerged in the surrounding void, forming one wheel after another connected to each other, and each wheel had different logos around it.

It seems that there are countless illusory symbols and different rivers of destiny intersecting together and flowing backward into reality.

The surrounding areas destroyed by lightning become illusory and cascading, and the fate of the future overlaps with a certain moment in the past.

The next moment, everything around them returned to the way it was before it was destroyed by lightning, including the figures of Renekton and Amon, which also reappeared here, but without the silver-white glow that enveloped everything and destroyed everything.

"Restart destiny? Does this dice still have this ability?"

"However, after I left, they actually pulled me back again. This is a bit troublesome!"

Although he was talking about trouble, there was no trace of pressure in Amon's tone.

He casually put the monocle held in his right hand back on his right eye. It seemed that the restart of his destiny just now did not completely affect him. It was more like he chose to return because he discovered something interesting.

Already restarted once? Renekton silently lowered his head and glanced at the dice of probability in his hand. He felt that the dice had undergone some subtle changes. It seemed that it was not so repulsive to me?

"Six o'clock." Renekton said casually.

The probability die in the palm of his hand spun spontaneously, then quickly stopped, with six o'clock pointing up!

really! Renekton stepped back slightly with his right foot, leaned back, and opened his arms as if embracing the sun.

A magnificent, pure and blazing light tore through the thick layers of dark clouds in the sky, and the pure and clear sunlight instantly illuminated the entire Bayam, forcibly changing the surrounding weather.

His body suddenly became transparent and illusory, and invisible sharp wind blades slashed across it, plowing out ravines and piles of foam on the surrounding ground.

Under the illumination of light, these foams reflect dreamy colors, which are fleeting.

"Interesting!" Amon still stood there and chuckled.

The sharp wind blades passed through his body without causing any ripples, as if he did not exist here.

Amon looked at the blue figure in the air with great interest:

He is obviously an old man with white beard and hair, but his complexion is ruddy and his eyes are as bright as a young man in his twenties and thirties. He is wearing a simple light blue robe, and the aura on his body is like a bottomless natural disaster.

After just a moment, he withdrew his gaze and chuckled with disdain:

"This old man is not dead yet, he is quite alive!"

"I rebelled with the angry people, but now I can't even become a pope, and I was robbed by a latecomer. It's really embarrassing!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

What responded to Amon's words was a dense thunder. The dark clouds that had been dispersed by the sun quickly gathered again. Thick lightning fell one after another, carrying a substantial aura of destruction. It struck the surroundings densely, completely submerging Amon. .

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 389 Clone

In the dock area, in the corner of the connected warehouses, a dumb-looking rabbit of knowledge with a translucent body emerged from the spiritual world.

Its eyes were filled with a deep blue and almost purple glow, and bits and pieces of starlight spread out from it, forming an illusory symbol composed of layers of doors.

This symbol is constantly twisting and expanding, sending out circles of light blue ripples, as if it is interacting with a certain area in the spiritual world.

The figure of the Rabbit of Knowledge was in a daze for a moment, and then was replaced by Renekton's figure.

Huh~ Feeling the surrounding environment where even the sound of the wind had become muted, Renekton let out a long sigh of relief. The terrifying and suffocating sense of oppression before had completely disappeared.

"Fortunately, I had my clone try to study the ability of the Cunning Mage to swap positions with his own marionette before. Although this exchange of positions through the use of ritual magic and the 'door' is completely different from the principle of the Cunning Mage's ability. Same."

After sighing for a moment, he reached out and took out a somewhat illusive pitch-black hat from the void in front of him and put it on his head.

A curtain-like shadow fell, and Renekton's figure disappeared, all traces and aura disappearing.

This is some enhancement of the original mysterious reappearance through the occult knowledge he has mastered in the shadow field. On the basis of hiding his body, he can also hide his own aura.

As Renekton's figure disappeared, the surrounding shadows seemed thicker and darker.

A crow with shiny black feathers suddenly landed on the roof of the warehouse here. There was a signature white eye circle on its right eye.

Its eyes looked around the warehouse, and finally stopped at the place where Renekton had just appeared and then left.

"Interesting! All my attempts at parasitism failed. This is not just due to luck. Does personality bring characteristics?"

"The sources sealed in the Western Continent have also begun to become active!"

The crow's mouth made Amon's voice with some curiosity and expectation.

After stopping on the roof for a moment, it flapped its wings and flew towards the Sunya Sea.

In the basement where Bayam's Church of the Waves was originally located, many punishers and clergymen gathered here.

While paying attention to the situation outside, they closely guarded various areas underground.

The Church of Waves can be regarded as the headquarters of the Church of Storms in the Rhoside Islands. In addition to the most conspicuous church, many Extraordinary people who are out of control or on the verge of losing control are imprisoned underground here, and many dangerous magical items are sealed.

When chaos occurs, this is the most dangerous and most defensive place.

Once the enemy becomes interested in the magical items sealed here, or there is a problem with the original seal, a greater disaster is likely to erupt under the mutual influence of the sealed objects.

As the deacon of the Rhoside Islands, Cordoba Roye's brows were almost knitted together. The flames of anger were constantly trembling in his mind. He could only rely on reason to suppress his emotions, which left him with almost no energy to think. More things to do.

"Captain, are you okay? You don't look like you're in good condition."

A member of his team of punishers came closer in a few steps, stopped three meters away, and asked with some concern in his voice.

Cordoba Roye took a deep breath, stretched out a hand and rubbed his forehead and said:

"It's okay. Maybe it's affected by the weather outside. I always feel a little irritable."

"This is not a big deal. During thunderstorms, Beyonders in the Sailor Path will always appear a little more irritable."

Opposite him, the Punisher of the Reader Path stretched out his hand to straighten the monocle in his right eye, and said with a casual smile on his lips:

"Haha, this is normal. Thunderstorms are inherently depressing."

"Yes." Cordoba Roye nodded slightly.

After feeling the surging emotions in his heart calm down, he raised his head and his eyes fell on the crystal-ground monocle at the other person's right eye. He said with some confusion:

"Huh? When did you change your monocle?"

"Is this? Made of crystal?"

The corner of the punisher's mouth slowly curved, and he casually took off the monocle from his right eye and handed it to Cordoba Roye. "Yes, I finally saved it." I originally wanted to buy a gentleman's tuxedo with some money, but I found that it was not suitable for me, so I simply used the money to buy a monocle."

"How's it going? Doesn't it look good? Does it match me well?"

Cordoba's eyes paused for a moment on the monocle handed over by the other party, responded with a polite smile, nodded slightly and said:

"It's really good."

While speaking, he locked his eyes on the other party's collar, where there was originally a dark golden chain, which was a chain from a pocket watch.

"Chiles, where's the pocket watch you're wearing? Don't you always like to have a piece of chain exposed?"

The expression of the punisher known as Chiles froze for a moment, then he lowered his head and looked at Cordoba with his pupils turned up. The smile on the corner of his mouth looked a little evil in the dim light of the basement. .

His voice suddenly became hoarse and low:

"You discovered it!"

Cordoba's heart suddenly started beating violently, his mind went blank for a moment, and his voice reacted one step ahead of his head.

The whistling sound of wind sounded in the basement, and his hair spread out against the laws of nature, with clear roots and lightning.

"Captain, wait, the pocket watch is here, I was just joking! You don't need to plan to cut me into pieces right away!"

"Under normal circumstances, shouldn't you come up and punch me and curse me?"

While speaking, Chiers took out the dark gold pocket watch from his left coat pocket with one hand. On the cover of the pocket watch, there was a clock pattern composed of links.

The strands of Cordoba's hair that flashed lightning fell back down again. He glared at Chiers angrily and said:

"Don't joke around at times like this!"

"Also, why did you suddenly put your pocket watch in your coat pocket?"

Chiers said with some embarrassment:

"My shirt underneath is a little torn."

Cordoba stared at his subordinate closely for a few seconds, waved casually, then rubbed his forehead and said:

"Don't spend all your money on replacing monocles in the future."

Chiers nodded slightly, muttered, turned around and walked towards his original position:

"I don't think you're in a good mood, so I want to cheer you up?"

Cordoba lowered his head in confusion, and a stream of silvery white surged out of his body, instantly hitting Chiles, causing him to freeze in place, and then disintegrated into countless tiny electric snakes that kept scurrying around.

"Your emotions and state are in place, but Chiers would never joke with me at a time like this."

Cordoba's voice was hoarse, mixed with intense anger.

His hair spread out against the laws of nature, with clear roots, entwined with electric light, and his eyes turned blue and white.

The whimpering wind roared and swirled in the basement, turning into an invisible wind restraint, tightly confining Chiles in place.

The next moment, Chiers turned around unaffected and faced him. With a slightly curved corner of his mouth, he said in a leisurely tone:

"If this clone wasn't destined to be discovered, I really want to play with you for a while."

Before he finished speaking, the monocle at his right eye turned into a streak of white light and flew into the distance, and escaped into the void before being intercepted by the reacting punishers around him.

As the monocle disappeared, Chiles's body immediately trembled, and pieces of flesh and blood disintegrated and fell from his body, turning into darkness.

In just a few breaths, he completely changed from a normal human state into a pool of dark shadow-like liquid, like eyes, constantly expanding and shrinking while rapidly spreading around.

(End of this chapter)

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Chapter 390 Huang Guang's suggestion

boom!

A silver-white electric light with a real aura of violence and destruction penetrated directly through the basement, fell on the pitch black, and consumed it in an instant.

As the silvery white electric light dissipated, there was only a huge charred pit left, and a slowly gathering brassy glow that continued to emerge around it.

A figure wrapped in the strong wind fell from the pit, his thick hair fluttering in the strong wind, entwined with quivers of silvery white.

In the dock area, Klein, who had been paying attention to the changes in the clouds in the sky in the hotel room, had some subtle spiritual reactions.

"Is it over already? I wonder if Amon here has been cleaned up by the Lord of Storms."

After pondering for a moment, Klein planned to do a divination first and then decide whether to go to the space above the gray fog.

When it comes to existences like Amon, the Lord of Storms, my divination is definitely inaccurate and requires the help of a third party, and it must be someone who is good at divination.

While thinking, information about the seven lights of the spiritual world naturally emerged in Klein's mind. The "yellow light" Venitan is a symbol of the field of astrology, and his divination ability may be the most powerful among the seven lights.

After thinking about the goal of seeking help, Klein quickly turned back to his bedroom, dug out the materials for the ceremony, and began to arrange a simple ceremony on the ground.

"The gem corresponding to the 'Yellow Light' Venetan is emerald. I didn't have anywhere to find the gem at the moment, so I had to use the Night Vanilla Essential Oil from the Goddess of the Night instead. I hope 'Yellow Light' doesn't mind this."

Whispering to himself, he rubbed his fingers casually to create a few flames, lit the candles placed on the ground, and then poured a few drops of night vanilla essential oil and hydrosol into them.

The entire room was instantly filled with the scent of night vanilla, which naturally soothed people's emotions and spirits. Klein placed the mirror in his hand in front of the candle, then took a step back and recited in ancient Hermes:

"The eternal light of the spiritual world, the embodiment of endless knowledge, the yellow of reason and adaptability."

"I pray to you for help;"

"Pray for the power of divination."

As soon as he finished his prayers and before he had time to say the question he wanted to divine, Renekton saw that the surrounding light suddenly dimmed, and the candlelight suddenly dimmed, swaying with the swirling wind.

The figure of a thin old man wearing a lemon yellow robe and a long white beard suddenly appeared in the mirror placed on the ground.

With a gentle smile, he saluted and greeted Klein:

"Good afternoon, Your Highness!"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Venitan, let's just use the normal address, no need to be too polite."

Klein also saluted the other party and said hello.

With his previous experience of facing the "red light" El Moria, he behaved very calmly and calmly when facing the "yellow light".

"Your Highness, what do you want to ask? Or divination?"

"Yellow Light" Wenitan asked very naturally after greeting each other.

Klein glanced at the thick dark clouds outside the window that had not completely dispersed, and said in a somewhat solemn voice:

"What just happened to Bayam? Is it completely over?"

In the mirror, "yellow light" Wenitan's eyes seemed to be dark for a moment, as if he was screening information from the spirit world.

After just a moment, his eyes became clear again, he nodded slightly towards Klein and said:

"Your Highness, your friend just stole the Wave Church of the Church of Storms in Bayam with Amon."

"The Lord of Storms sent down divine punishment and destroyed most of Amon's clones in the entire Rhosid Islands, but failed to recover the stolen Church of the Waves."

Stole the Church of the Waves? What's in it for them? To anger the Storm Lord? It sounds a bit outrageous, but why did Klein, who felt quite normal, fail to maintain Gehrman Sparrow's cold expression, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Taking a deep breath, he regained control of his expression, and then asked:

"How did they do it? And what's the use of stealing the Church of the Waves?" "Yellow Light" Wenitan shook his head slightly and responded in a calm voice:

"Amon is the second child of the ancient sun god. He is born with the uniqueness of the wrong path. Stealing and fraud are what he is best at. Whether it is a specific thing or an abstract concept, as long as it exists, he can do it. Stealing, his fraud can even deceive the laws of nature and the inherent rules."

"He's adventurous and thrill-seeking by nature, and this might just be a fun thing for him to do."

"The ancient sun god left a prophecy when he was born: He is the god of cunning, the god of mischief, and the 'light at the end of the world.'"

"Except for the last sentence, no one has made a correct interpretation so far. The first two sentences have been completely reflected in Amon."

This is a big naughty kid who is still very powerful, the kind that most people can't do anything about. Klein made an evaluation in his heart.

"Yellow Light" Venetan's voice continued to come from the mirror:

"From what I have observed, your friend has provided some guidance on this matter."

"Due to some abnormal changes in fate, he met Amon. In order to get rid of Amon and solve the problem of the probability dice, he proposed to Amon to steal the Church of the Waves."

Just after rescuing him from the hands of the witches, he turned around and bumped into Amon. What kind of outrageous luck was this? Klein sighed slightly in his heart, and then asked doubtfully:

"Dice of probability?"

"Also, Amon agreed so simply? It's impossible for him not to see Al's true plan, right?"

"Yellow Light" Wenitan nodded gently and explained to Klein in an unhurried voice:

"It is a sealed object controlled by the School of Life. It is the only thing that evolved from the Wheel of Fortune. It has the ability to control the probability of everything and has certain characteristics of being alive."

"As for Amon, as long as the matter is interesting and attractive enough to him, he won't mind following the other person's ideas and taking certain actions."

"They have a bias of fate, which magnifies the probability of successfully stealing the Church of the Waves to the extreme."

"Although they were unable to leave the scene in time due to the subsequent confrontation with each other, they finally escaped from Bayam after enduring the wrath of the storm and divine punishment."

After resisting a round of divine punishment and successfully escaping from Bayam, is it because the Lord of Storms has let things go, or is their luck really so outrageous?

After hesitating for a moment, Klein continued to ask:

"Does Bayam still have a clone of Amon?"

"No more. There will be no clones of Amon in the entire Rhosid Islands in a short period of time. Even if the people of the Church of Storms cannot discover the things parasitized by Amon, the Lord of Storms will personally patrol this sea area."

"Your Highness, you need to pay attention to that dice of probability. I was unable to find out specific information when the Lord of Storms issued divine punishment, but after that, the dice underwent some subtle changes. It is still alive, but it has It's no longer what it was."

"Yellow Light" Wenitan shook his head slightly, and after responding to Klein's question, he gave another solemn reminder.

"It's no longer the same thing?" Klein pondered.

"Yellow Light" Wenitan still shook his head and said:

"This is an intuition. Even I, as the Seven Lights of the Spirit World, cannot observe more."

"I understand." Klein frowned slightly and nodded, then asked:

"Is Al free of Amon now?"

In the somewhat dark mirror, "Yellow Light" Venitan's eyes darkened again for a moment, and then he answered Klein's question in a calm voice:

"Amon doesn't seem to be interested in him yet, they are still pulling each other off."

"Thank you for your answer."

Klein nodded lightly and saluted the other party very politely to thank him.

"It's my pleasure."

"Yellow Light" Venitan slightly saluted Klein in the mirror, and then his figure dispersed, actively cutting off contact with the ceremony.

Phew~ Klein let out a long breath, then gently rubbed his fingers to create a weak air bomb, which directly extinguished the candle that was still burning quietly.

It seems that no matter what ritual I use to establish contact with the seven lights of the spirit world, they will come directly to respond to me. Is this the feeling of a fox pretending to be a tiger?

However, the Dice of Probability turned out to be a sealed object controlled by the School of Life, and it evolved from the unique path of destiny. It must be very important to Will Asceptin. I have a hunch that I will have another dream tonight.

After Gu Zi sighed for a moment, Klein began to clean up the mess of the ceremony.

(End of this chapter)