"Urgent task?"
Undead Amon lay in the coffin, a sarcastic smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
In his eyes, deep as the void, there was a hint of reminiscence.
In these over two thousand years.
He had witnessed countless Simulators rise and fall, had received innumerable cries for help from Simulators, and had personally or indirectly killed many Simulators.
What crap prodigies, what lousy monsters.
Facing death, they're all just cowards.
Only he remained standing firm, living to this day!
When Amon saw Zheng Xiaonan and the others' main quest, the sarcasm in his smile deepened.
"Interesting, is the Will of the Heavens getting anxious?"
"It seems the lessons from back then weren't enough; it's still forgetful."
Amon muttered to himself, a flicker of hysterical madness crossing his eyes.
He remembered.
Ever since that incident back then.
For a whole century, no Simulators had set foot on this land again!
"Expel them! Let these ants know our might!"
