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In the Spirit Hall, Qian Jun and Jiang Mo lay on the ground, heavily injured, their expressions recovering from a slight daze to clarity.
"Great Grand Elder, Amon, it was Amon who controlled us. Be careful of that guy," Qian Jun said, spitting out blood.
Jiang Mo opened his mouth with difficulty: "That's a monster!"
"Great Grand Elder, kill us. Sorry, we failed your trust."
"Even death is better than being controlled like this, half-dead and half-alive."
Qian Daoliu, standing before them with wounds on his body, was silent for a moment, then shook his head:
"Perhaps there is still hope. After Xue'er succeeds, let her try to restore you to your original state.
"Until then, please sleep quietly for a while."
Bright yellow crystals spread, solidifying them both.
… …
Romier took off his monocle, wiped it with silk, and put it back on. He chuckled softly, a wicked smile on his face:
"Lei Yin seems to really think of me as the captain. Looks like I learned it pretty well, right, captain…"
"Actually, it's not the captain pretending to be me pretending to be the captain.
"It's me pretending to be the captain pretending to be me pretending to be the captain."
He looked at the opposite side, where a person wearing a black classical robe was sitting in a chair, staring blankly ahead, eyes dull.
… …
In the void between the God Realm and the Douluo Realm, Amon used space fragments to piece together a miniature plane.
Yan Jin regained consciousness and looked around blankly.
Although the "Worm of Time" was temporarily sluggish due to the influence of Amon's main body, releasing its control over Yan Jin, the "Clock" he used on Yan Jin to slow down the speed of her soul's transformation still existed. Therefore, the flow of time Yan Jin perceived was surprisingly slow, and her thinking speed was almost stagnant.
… …
The spatial turbulence was still raging, and the huge worm vortex wriggled quietly and slowly.
Amon's consciousness fell into an illusion, which should have been a test of Asura God's assessment related to the mind, contained in its faith.
Although he used the ability of the "Mentor of Deceit" to change the direction of faith, he did not eliminate Asura God's arrangement in it.
The Sea God's assessment was already considered passed because he replaced Tang San, so there was no need to re-examine it.
In addition, the faith used to condense the "Error" Godhood was partly collected by Amon himself, and partly stolen from Yan Jin and Lei Yin. No God made arrangements on it, so there was no assessment.
In the illusion, Amon's consciousness came to a place like an ancient Roman arena.
Looking at this familiar place, Amon frowned slightly: "Hell Slaughterhouse?"
Although the information was severely lacking, he still easily noticed that the content of Asura God's assessment of the mind was slaughter.
A man and a woman appeared in front of Amon... completely unfamiliar.
Using this kind of thing to test the heart of slaughter?
Amon showed a hint of doubt.
The clouds in the sky in the illusion were tumbling, as if reminding him who these two people were.
Past memories began to emerge. After a long time, Amon found memories about them from the most insignificant corner of his memory.
This seems to be the parents of this body… Well, it just seems, because Amon is not sure.
Forget it, don't think so much, kill them.
The second one that appeared was Old Quinn. Without hesitation, kill him.
The third one that appeared was Xiao Wu… Huh? Why did she appear? Does she have a very important position in my heart?
Okay, Invincible Golden Body is indeed very important… Without hesitation, kill her.
Lei Yin, hesitated slightly, kill him.
Yan Jin, hesitated slightly more, kill her.
The appearance of the sixth figure made Amon have to admit that Asura God's test of the mind still had something to it.
Amon hesitated for a long time and couldn't make a decision.
He sighed and finally couldn't kill this figure.
Because it was a thin young man wearing a black classical robe, a pointed soft hat of the same color, and a monocle embedded in his right eye socket.
It's Amon, himself!
Although reason told him that as long as he killed this "self", he would be able to pass the assessment and perfectly control Asura God's faith, a kind of counter-intuitive spiritual intuition reminded him that if he killed this Amon, he himself would also die.
Even if reason told him that this spiritual intuition was an illusion created by the illusion, and was wrong, Amon still didn't want to gamble.
Because even if the assessment fails, the worst consequence is a slight decrease in the degree of mastery of the authority corresponding to the Godhood, and this decrease is not irreversible and can be improved later.
If fearing death is considered a flaw in the mind, then Amon would rather keep this flaw.
Nothing is more important than himself!
Layers upon layers of dense, continuous, low, terrifying whispers, like those from unnameable things, rang out, instantly breaking through the killing illusion.
A certain grand will seemed to want to wake up, causing Amon's thinking to have a moment of confusion, but it seemed that many things were missing, and it instantly fell silent again.
Amon, who regained control of his body, had a slightly faded smile on his face. At that moment, the feelings of madness, vastness, cruelty, bloodthirst, and coldness were like an invisible storm, raging in his heart, making him feel like he was no longer himself.
He understood that this ancient, vast, and majestic will belonged to the Celestial Worthy, the brand hidden in the deepest part of his soul.
But this is not the Lord of Mysteries Universe after all. This brand is just a trivial trace of the Celestial Worthy's will. Its essence is sublime and extremely difficult to remove, but it is equally difficult for Him to revive, almost impossible.
The vortex of worms in the void storm began to collapse, converge, and form a giant figure like a mountain.
His face was covered with a layer of bronze mask, and he was wearing a classical black robe. Under the black robe, slippery tentacles with mysterious patterns emerged.
Space began to vibrate, and the void storm became more violent, as if celebrating the birth of their king.
Fate rippled. The originally blurred and imperceptible laws of fate seemed to become clearer and more complete. Countless lines of fate hung down from the void and converged on the figure wearing a bronze mask and a classical black robe.
The inherent spirituality of all living beings in the entire Douluo World was touched at the same time at this moment. Almost all living beings, whether intelligent or ignorant, received enlightenment at this moment. A certain great existence was born!
The seals of many evil gods, monsters, demons, or other strange existences were loosened. They seized this momentary opportunity, broke through the shackles, broke the cage, and regained their freedom.
One by one, they clamored to rule the world and dominate all living beings. They escaped because of the "error" in the "door". Taking this opportunity to break away from the sealers, they also formed a fateful connection with the terrifying existence in the void.
They heard bursts of whispers, and through spiritual intuition, they "saw" a majestic, vast, towering, evil, mad, and cold figure. One by one, they fell silent like frightened quails.
A strong premonition told them that if that terrifying and crazy figure cast its gaze on them, they would definitely die silently and miserably!
On the Douluo Continent, the dazed Amons regained their spirits.
The people who had been parasitized no longer hid. They either took out monocles from the void and put them on their right eyes, or raised their right hands and adjusted their monocles in different postures.
This undisguised behavior brought great panic. People were horrified to find that the people they were once familiar with had been replaced unknowingly.
It could be a wife, a husband, a son, a daughter, a father, a mother, a brother, a sister, or a close friend.
These people with different appearances, ages, and social classes all wore the same monocle on their faces and showed similar expressions!
Some people silently moved away from these weird and terrifying crowds, while others rushed up and grabbed Amon's collar to question him.
The Amons patiently explained to those who rushed over to question them what had happened, telling them all the truth, and also giving them a monocle as a gift.
One Amon pinched his monocle and chuckled: "No matter how you ask, you may not understand the answer. It's better to experience it yourself. This is the best answer… Well, no need to thank me for my thoughtfulness."
The number of Amons became even larger!
… …
Hu Liena looked at the administrative officials of the dynasty, pinching their monocles and smiling at her, with horror on her face.
She forced herself to calm down and asked coldly: "Who exactly are you? Amons?"
"Okay, don't scare her." A shadow rose from the ground, gradually changing to form a human shape, revealing its face. It was "Gehrman Sparrow."
Seeing this figure she had been thinking about day and night, Hu Liena's eyes showed excitement: "Gehrman!"
"Long time no see." "Gehrman" rarely had a smile on his cold face. He took out a crystal-textured monocle and put it on his right eye.
The smile on Hu Liena's face suddenly froze.
… …
In the God Realm, at the first moment of the anomaly, a series of majestic figures turned their attention to the area of the void near the Douluo Planet.
The gods high above all stopped everything in their hands at this moment, staring at the void with horror or solemnity.
Their gazes could not penetrate the raging spatial turbulence, and they could only vaguely perceive that there was an unprecedentedly terrifying creature there.
Madness, evil, coldness… all kinds of auras indicated that it was an existence inclined to chaos, an enemy rather than a friend!
They didn't even bother to care about the Golden Dragon King who took the opportunity to escape!
The storm raging in the void gradually stopped and quickly receded. The gods looked in a certain direction, their eyes vigilant and their expressions focused.
The cold bronze mask shattered, and the slippery tentacles under the black robe retracted. The giant figure like a mountain quickly collapsed and became as small as an ordinary person.
Amon, wearing a pointed soft hat and a classical black robe, straightened the monocle on his right eye, waved to the gods and evil gods who were watching him, and the demons and weird beings who were peeping at him, and then smiled and bowed slightly, saluting to the surroundings.
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