A day later, at midnight!
Outside Ordian.This night is covered with dark clouds, obscuring the starlight, and the cities on the distant land can only see faint dark shadows, like a man-eating monster lying down, with a cold wind blowing, rolling grass leaves, killing and cold!
Amun, dressed in black and wearing a cloak, stared up at the great shadow in the darkness, his eyes flickering slightly.By his current realm, the world was already different in his eyes, and he could see that the entire city of Ordian was shrouded in a huge blue fluorescence, and the light was like water and fire, like countless fireflies rising and falling.That is the breath of faith, and it is also the fluctuation of divine power!
It was also the seed sown by the god of power and prestige, a network of temples scattered throughout the city!
And this is only the first level, at another angle, Amon sees an eye hidden in the void.It was huge, with a void of flames that could not be seen, and the inside was filled with dense pupils and eyeballs, similar to the vertical pupils of a dragon's eye.It stands atop the towering Gray Eagle Tower, constantly changing its patrols, staring at every corner of the city.When Amon looked at it, it seemed to sense, and dozens of pupils quickly twisted and looked over.It's just that Amon reacted faster, and almost as soon as it was about to lock, he looked away.At this time, as long as he doesn't want to be discovered, he won't be discovered, even if this monitoring method similar to the 'all-seeing eye' still can't find him.Amon's gaze moved down slightly, locking on to the towering Gray Eagle Mage Tower, and the colors in his eyes changed and flickered.It was as if he had seen a huge energy center with a clear hierarchy!
It was completely different from the operation mode of the Elven Mage Tower and the True Dragon's Lair, and there were twelve independent energy cores on the towering tower, each of which seemed to be able to communicate with the Chaos Sea and refine a massive amount of elemental power.These elemental powers are not stored in the form of elemental water, but condensed into entities, forming strange crystals that are as stable as the crystal nucleus of Warcraft.They draw the power of the elements from nothingness and supply energy along mysterious passages.The entire Mage Tower has a full twelve energy supply lines that extend outwards from the ground, and after leaving the Mage Tower, countless new circulation veins are split.These elemental veins are intertwined and overlapped with each other, and under the entire Ordian city, a layer of cobweb-like elemental power circulation network is forcibly weaved, until it converges at the city wall, forming a defensive barrier like a five-colored circulation.Until this moment, Amon finally knew why there was the full supply of Ordian City, the gathering of massive materials, the presiding over such a powerful epic powerhouse under the crown of Sakqi, and the construction of sufficient spellcasters, but this Gray Eagle Mage Tower was still under construction for more than twenty years, and it was still unfinished.Because, where is this to build a mage tower, this is clearly casting a floating city!
Perhaps, this floating city is not as good as the floating city that can travel the astral plane and is powered by the 'Nesser Core', but as long as it can fly in the plane, it is far beyond this era.At this moment, Amon suddenly felt that even if the three sides were besieging with all their might, this battle was actually full of variables.In the darkness, Bagulun looked at Amon for a long time, and finally couldn't help but say, "King Amun, should we go in?"
”Amon came back to his senses and nodded: "Okay!
”…… The two set out again, turning into two shadows in the night, and moving forward at great speed, and under their feet, the night was not only not an obstacle, but the best shelter.The city of Ordian is indeed very populous, and beyond the city gates, there are still people who build wooden houses, which can be regarded as the slums of this city.So Bagollen led Amon into a slum, and walked on a stench and waterlogged road into a house.Then, here, there is a rudimentary underground tunnel that leads over the city walls to the inner city of the city.As an outlier among the ancient Mongolian people, Bagulun is definitely a qualified shadow, well versed in the way of the 'Three Caves of the Cunning Rabbit', and has more than one way to retreat.It's just that what he thought was safe was actually already within the monitoring range of the Gray Eagle Tower, until he entered the city, Amon could clearly feel that there was an inexplicable gaze on Bagulun's body.Especially when the two of them were getting closer and closer to the Gray Eagle Tower, this kind of gaze became more and more, Amon felt as if he had entered a city full of cameras, if it weren't for the unknown imprint on Bagulun's body, he would have been arrested a long time ago.Amon was even more convinced that all the darkness, filth, and carnage that took place in the city could not escape the surveillance of the Gray Eagle Tower.It's just that the tall Gray Eagle Tower doesn't care about this, or rather, unless it's a major event that subverts the country, these so-called truths don't matter at all.It wasn't until he approached the Grey Eagle Tower that Bargolen turned around and led Amon into a dark alleyway, and walked for a long time before he passed through a shadow wall and entered a room at the end.The moment the two entered, a portal appeared out of thin air, Bagulen just looked at it, and quietly withdrew, while Amon stood in front of the portal, took a slight breath, stepped out, and stepped into it.The feeling of spatial transformation Amon couldn't be more familiar, and when he looked around again, he was already in a study.The study was minimalist, with a bookshelf full of books, a desk, three chaise longues that Amon was familiar with, and a small round table in the middle of the chaise longone.On the small round table there is a set of tea sets, and a small kettle floats out of thin air, with a flame burning at the bottom of the pot.At this time, His Majesty Sakzi Iragrong and the Sword Saint Athanasius were sitting on two chaise longues, leisurely sipping tea.Seeing Amon coming, they were not surprised, and they didn't even get up, but they beckoned slightly, and said, "Since you're here, let's sit!"
”Amon was not polite, he walked in, sat on the last chaise longue, slightly cushioned, and the chaise longue swayed and swayed.A teacup automatically flew up and landed on the round table in front of Amon, and the kettle was also tilted from the flame, and the boiling tea fell into the cup, and when it was full, it automatically returned to the right.Amon stretched out his hand, picked up the teacup, the chaise longue shook, but it did not affect his movements, he took a sip, he found that this tea was not simple, at least it was not ordinary tea leaves, it was sweetly infiltrated, flowing down from the tip of his tongue, which actually calmed his restless mood.You know, he almost participated in the war of the entire nightmare world, plus after waking up, he was in a hurry to pay attention to the reality of this god battle, not to mention how physically it is, but the spirit is tense until now, it is not enough to break the string, but the mental exhaustion is indeed there.Until now, just a sip of tea and a recliner, Amon felt that his body and spirit were relaxed, and it felt extremely magical.The three of them did not speak, but maintained the tranquility of the moment, until Amun had drunk three cups of tea, and then His Majesty Sakqi spoke quietly: "Amon, you should not come, let alone come here, meet me!"
”Amon shook his head slowly, blew on the tea, and said softly: "But I'm still here, I think I should come." ”His Majesty seemed a little helpless: "Okay, you are very similar to your father in this regard, and you don't listen to people's persuasion, but what if you come?"
You can't change this war, and you can't save this city. ”Amon smiled: "I didn't want to save this city either, I just came for you, that's all!"
Your Majesty, you have given me, my father, and even the Gumeng clan help at a critical moment, so I will naturally do my best when you need it.It's my rule of doing things, and some people may think it's silly, but that's what I think, and that's what I do, even if it's a battle of gods that the gods are concerned about. ”Amon said it as a matter of course, and his tone was even more flat, as if he was saying something that should have been the case.And the biggest reaction was actually the sword saint Athanasius, he straightened his waist, his eyes were burning, and his expression was excited: "I love to hear this, I seem to see the path that a sword-wielder should take, where his heart goes, where the sword goes, regardless of his gods and demons, they are all moving forward!"
”Sak Qi raised his voice: "However, it is only a lonely sword-bearer, and you, Amun, you have your own kingdom and people who need your protection, you are not a sword-bearer, and you cannot do what you want, and you will not be able to move forward." ”Amon is still persistent: "But I still think that things are man-made, even if it seems to be a desperate situation, there is always a glimmer of life."
So, here I am, I want to hear your thoughts on this war. ”Sword Saint Athanasius also spoke: "Okay, old friend, you can just chatter, I also want to hear about it, to hear about the secrets of this god-line dispute, how can it make the proud mad archmage Sakzi Iragourn so listless and spitting!"
”"You ......"
The white-haired Sakzi also sat up straight, meeting the eyes of the two, he was helpless, but also moved, took a deep breath, and he spoke again: "Amon, when you came, did you see my city?"
”Amun's eyes narrowed slightly, and he confessed: "Look, it's shocking!"
”"But this city is doomed to destruction, and I am also destined to meet death, which is a pact from the gods, the price that must be paid for one god to intervene in the place of faith of another." ”Sword Saint Athanasius was stunned: "What do you mean?"
If you are doomed, then what is the need to fight this war?
Are these true gods all funny?
”Sak Qi smiled bitterly: "How can mortals like us fully understand the agreement and game between the true gods?
”Amon finally straightened up, he looked at His Majesty and asked the most crucial question: "Since Ordian City is doomed to destruction, since you are doomed to death, how should this war be judged as a winner?"
Or is it that you're all going to die anyway, so why are you all losing?
”Sakqi's eyes lit up, and he looked at Amon with admiration in his eyes, because the question was indeed more acute and to the core than the Swordmaster's question."
After all, mortals' vision is limited, and for the gods, destruction is not the end, death is not the end, and rebirth from the ashes is the true brilliance!"
As he spoke, he slowly stretched out his hand, and with a pull, a book appeared from nothingness, it was exquisite, gorgeous, and shining, and it seemed sacred and profound."
As for how to determine the outcome of this battle between the gods and the gods, it actually depends on it!"
Amon was a little ignorant: "A book?
”Sakzi: "Yes, a book, from the gift of God. ”Juggernaut: "And what shall we call it?"
”"This is, the Book of Faith!"