I don't know when, a layer of ice has condensed on the ground in front of Amon, and the floating mist has not completely dissipated. There is a layer of white mist against the ground that just covers the ice layer, and the surface of the ice layer is still flowing with the mist. Ripples, as if in a semi-melted state, are even more difficult to detect.
Normally, Hai Wen could still stabilize his figure on the ice, but at this moment, he was at the end of his strength, and he slipped unexpectedly. But his reaction was extremely fast, and he didn't give up the attack when he couldn't control his body. The short knife in both hands was still shining brightly, and swept towards Amon's waist.
Amon bowed his body and pushed the staff just to block the knife. The light of the knife shattered, and the blade slid along the staff. The tip of the knife had pierced Amon's chest. Broken heart cost Amon's life, but the battle ended at this moment. Amon's staff also slammed down, hitting the back of Haiwen's head. The warrior was killed on the spot without even groaning. He let go of the dagger and threw his upper body on Amon's lap. Amon was thrown to the ground by him, and he didn't get up for a long time.
After a long time, Amon struggled to sit up and pushed Haiwen's body aside. The wounds on his back shoulders, chest, waist, and thighs were no longer bleeding, but excruciatingly painful. In the life-and-death struggle just now, he finally won the victory with the help of divine spells. With his weak mana remaining, he could only cast the simplest divine spells with the staff.
Silently, a layer of ice condensed on the ground. It was the old lunatic who first asked Amon to practice. At the beginning, he subdued Ma Qi in this way. Today, when facing a powerful enemy, it is still this hand that saved his life at the last moment.
Amon was so tired that he couldn't even stand up, and he didn't pay attention to the corpses and scattered things all over the field. He just sat quietly and closed his eyes to rest, and the violent panting gradually subsided. Schrödinger didn't know where he went, and he never came back. Amon sat there until it was dark, without opening his eyes or moving. Once he relaxed between life and death, he was so exhausted that he didn't even want to move.
It was only when it was completely dark that day that Amon stretched out one hand and picked up the staff and stood it upright in front of him. A soft white light quietly fell on his body. healing spells. The wound that was no longer bleeding was slowly healed, but the painful feeling and the injury in his body did not heal, and he put down his staff feebly again, and began to practice the magic meditation practice every night.
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Just when Amon met Vitruh and others, Julian, who was far away in the city-state of the Straits, couldn't help but shed a cold sweat. The high priest of the Temple of Isis had just checked Nero's private notes and found the one mentioned in the last words. Only then did he realize that the scroll that Nero left for Amon turned out to be the legendary "Destruction Storm" !
The reason why it is called a legend is because it is almost impossible to make this kind of scroll successfully, except for the records in the secret classics, very few people have actually seen it. It is a high-level scroll, which can be unfolded after mastering the middle-level divine spell, but the "Destruction Storm" is different from any other scrolls. To activate it, it must be at the cost of the user's life, and its power cannot be controlled at all.
It took Nero several years and countless painstaking efforts to continuously gather mana to make it successfully. Not to use it, just a challenge to prove himself, he has finally reached the pinnacle of scroll crafting! Once the storm of destruction unfolds, it will not only burn the life of the user, but also destroy all life within the range of its power. It is said that even the gods will be severely injured.
Julian thought of a possibility—
If Amon hadn't told the truth, and the three scrolls that Nero left alone were still in his hands, then when his life was threatened and he planned to die with the enemy, Destruction Storm was the last choice. If Amon really used this scroll, he would certainly be dead, and Vitru, Hewen and the others would never even think about coming back.
If this is the case, this operation is not worth the loss. The captain of the guard and his confidants disappeared inexplicably, and Julian didn't know how to explain it.
Julian could only secretly ask for the blessing of the gods. Amon did not use the scroll, either he was not a magician, or Vitrulu and others did not give him the opportunity to use the scroll at all. Julian suddenly thought that even if Amon was a magician, he might not be able to have an intermediate achievement. His worries were unnecessary, so he smiled self-deprecatingly and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
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When Julian, who was in the cape city-state, was sweating coldly, a young girl on a large boat in the Ronnie River also showed a surprised expression.
This luxurious big ship is made of cedar wood, its head and tail are upturned like a crescent moon, the hull is painted a beautiful pale gold with precious tree lacquer, and it is also engraved with Eju inscriptions and various complex magic circles. In addition to the ship below the deck, the ship building on the deck is three stories high, decorated luxuriously, mysteriously and solemnly. It is the ship of the Saintess of the Temple of Isis, who governs the Temple of Eju and represents the theocratic power of the Eju under the control of the Pharaoh.
The sacrificial ceremony to the Ronnie River twice a year is presided over by the saint of the Temple of Isis on behalf of the pharaoh. This ceremony is actually throwing flocks of cattle and sheep into the Roni River to feed the crocodiles, but it symbolizes offering sacrifices to Osiris, the god of Aegyptus and the protector of the Roni River, so it is very important and the scene is very grand.
The presence of the saint is only presiding, and the priests lead the people to throw the slaughtered and prescribed number of cattle and sheep into the river on the bank. Groups of crocodiles swam over to compete for food, opening their mouths wide and tearing with their sharp fangs. This terrifying scene made thousands of people feel a deep awe of the gods in the hearts of thousands of people.
Holding a staff and wearing a golden crown, Maria sat expressionlessly on a high platform away from the shore. She didn't want to watch the scene by the river, but silently prayed to the goddess Isis in her heart. If it was a few years ago, this weak and pure girl would never have imagined that she would preside over such a ceremony, but now, as the guardian saint of the Temple of Isis, she has no choice but to dedicate everything to the gods .
After the ceremony, the Holy Maiden boarded the boat and sailed away from the shore. She was going to patrol the Ronnie River on behalf of Goddess Isis. Thousands of people still knelt on the shore and worshiped the saint's ship until the ship disappeared in the sky.
The boat was going down the river, and Maria was sitting on the balcony on the third floor of the boat building, looking at the mighty flowing water and wondering what she was thinking. Gabriel stood beside her with a long sword hanging from his waist, and on both sides of the deck below, the followers of the saint were pouring various prepared sacrifices into the river, dough and various monsters made of sheep fat , symbolizing the legendary story of Osiris beheading monsters and protecting the people of Egypt.
At this moment, the tears of the gods inlaid on the saint's staff suddenly emitted a little golden light, shining on Maria's face. Gabriel's black armor also reflected a faint golden glow.
Gabriel was slightly taken aback, and asked in a low voice, "My lord, what are you doing?"
Maria frowned slightly and said, "I didn't do anything or cast any magical spells. This is the spontaneous induction of the tears of the gods, which actually affected my mana."
Gabriel asked puzzledly: "What's going on, how can the tears of the gods have a spontaneous response? I've been by your side for so long, and I've never seen such a thing."
The golden light of the tears of the gods was only for a moment, and then returned to normal. Maria looked at the staff and thought about it: "I have never seen it before, but there are records in ancient books. It is said that this is the guidance and cooperation of the gods. Calling, symbolizes some sort of omen—the coming of a god or an emissary of a god."
Gabriel was surprised and said, "My lord, you are so calm! You are so calm after such a legendary miracle happened?"
Maria smiled slightly: "My great warrior, as the saint who protects the gods, should not be confused or surprised by the miracles. The shock in my heart is beyond your imagination, but I have learned how not to reveal it. Just now I really sensed, there seemed to be a silent call somewhere."
It has been more than two years since Kaiduke Town. Maria is eighteen years old this year, and her body is more mature than before, but her facial features have not changed much, and she can be recognized at a glance. But those who saw her would hardly think of Ai Ko back then. The girl in front of her was already the guardian saint of the Isis Temple, and there was an indescribably solemn and solemn aura around her.
Her eyes are clear and quiet, with silent compassion. Under her gaze, people feel inexplicably that this is the gods watching, and they often feel ashamed and dare not meet them. This is a change of temperament, and it is also the implication of the heart, but it always carries the shadow of the girl Ai Kou back then, but not everyone can see it.
Gabriel asked again: "Where did the calling call come from?"
Maria stretched out her hand and pointed downstream: "It's just far ahead of us."
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Maria didn't know that while the tears of the gods on her staff suddenly glowed golden light, Amon was struggling to swing out the bones, and the tears of the gods passed through the magic shield and hit Vitruu on the face. And Amon didn't even know that Maria was coming along the Roni River in a boat, gradually approaching where he was.
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At dawn the next day, Amon finally stood up with his staff in hand. He heard a buzzing sound, and many flies flapped their wings and landed on the wounded corpses. There were also two wild dogs tearing up Obama's remnant body. They were alarmed by Amon, and ran into the forest unwillingly.
Amon looked at Haiwen's body in front of him and sighed softly. The warrior almost killed him, but died in his hands in the end. So far, he is the most terrifying and respectable opponent Amon has encountered, but he doesn't know his name. If Haiwen hadn't attacked Amon at the last moment, he could have escaped completely.
Perhaps because he thought Amon was no match at all, or because he had to complete the task, Haiwen still died here in the end. Amon didn't want his body to be eaten by wild dogs, so with a wave of his staff, the fireball fell, and the flames spread and enveloped Haiwen, burning him to ashes.
Amon thought for a while, and then decided to incinerate all the corpses. These people have all been killed by him, and all the grievances have been settled. There is no need to let their corpses be exposed in the wilderness, and Amon does not want to leave traces of this great battle . Before burning the corpses, Amon didn't forget to search for the remains of these people, because his things were scattered with these corpses in a mess.
There is no need to count the odds and ends of the items found. There are some sacred stones and coins, as well as weapons and staffs. The most precious staff is of course the one owned by Obama. Vitrulu's staff is also good. Two scrolls were found on Vitruh's body, and one scroll was also left in the ashes of Haiwen's body after incineration. But the most important relics are two, both obtained from the bosom of Vitrulu.
The first thing is the god stone inlaid with the base of the magic circle decoration. It looks like a beautiful lamp, and Amon actually recognized it! In the message of the old lunatic, he taught him how to make various magical artifacts, among which the "Lamp of Chasing the Dead" was mentioned. If it was very difficult for Amon to collect materials by himself, and he would have to fail many times to make it, he got a precious finished product today. He knew the usage and purpose of this magic weapon, and only then did he fully understand why he couldn't get rid of the pursuit.
The second item is a letter, sealed in a cowhide case and treated with divine magic. If the person who got the letter couldn't undo the magic circle on the envelope, the letter inside would be destroyed when the envelope was opened, and naturally nothing would be seen. But this didn't bother Amon at all, he opened the letter intact. The content of the letter is written in Egyptian script, which is incomprehensible to ordinary people. But Amon happened to be able to understand these words.
The letter was written by Julian to Burke, another high priest of the Temple of Isis. After reading it, Amon took a deep breath. The letter actually mentioned people he was familiar with—the Virgin Mary and the great warrior Gabriel , and there are hidden secrets that he has never known before.
Julian conspired with Burke and tried to get the Virgin Mary to issue a new order to transfer him from the Straits City-State to Memphis in the name of emergency. The letter also mentioned Gabriel, saying that the saint was young and ignorant, and Gabriel assisted in many things. He should think of a way to transfer Gabriel away from the temple so that she has no chance to come back. Julian recommended his own guard captain Haiwen, saying that this warrior is very hopeful to be promoted to a great warrior, and he can take over the position left by Gabriel.
Amon originally only knew that Iko had become the saint of the Isis Temple, but now he realized that the high priest of the Isis Temple had other selfish intentions, as if he was unwilling to give up his existing efforts, and only wanted the saint to be a symbolic puppet That's it, there was even an attempt to murder Gabriel. It seems that Gabriel is now the saint's most valued assistant, and the saint's assistant should be the high priest, so Iko's life must not be very comfortable.
Amon watched for a long time, and he started to worry about Ai Ko after he just got rid of the death threat. Anyway, his destination is Mengfeisi, so he must try to deliver this letter to Ai Ko so that she can be prepared and guarded against it. In Amon's mind, although Iko-Maria has become the saint of the Temple of Isis, to him, she will always be that weak and pure girl.
Amon didn't know why he went to Mengfeisi, was it to see the famous capital of Eju during his tour of the mainland? It was only at this moment that I suddenly understood—it was because of Ai Ko.
When he walked out of the deep mountains and faced a strange and unknown world, his first stop was to look for Medanzuo in the capital of Barron, the second stop was to the cape city-state to return Nero's staff, and the third stop was to find the scepter in his heart. The hometown of concern. Ai Ko is in Mengfeisi, even though she is a saint who lives above all people, Amon has to take a look in person, so that he can let go of her heart, even if he only sees her from a distance.
Seeing this letter, Amon realized that he had come to the right place. Could it be that there is really a call and guidance from the gods in the dark
Amon carefully put away the letter, and put all the things to take away into the bones, and then set fire to the corpse and the relics. He also changed into a new set of clothes from Tashun, and threw the blood-stained and tattered old clothes into the fire. The flames rose with thick smoke, and everything that happened here was blown away by the wind.
After only resting overnight, Amon was far from recovering. He almost couldn't pick up the bone from the ground. It took a lot of effort to put it into the pocket of his clothes and hide it under his ribs.
Amon even put the iron branch staff into the bone, broke a real tree branch in his hand, and staggered out of the valley. When the sun rose above the treetops, he finally came to the bank of the rushing Roney River, and walked southward along the river upstream. The nearest ferry was in that direction, and there was still a long way to go.
The sun wasn't very hot, but Amon was gradually sweating. His body was covered with sweat, and his breathing became more and more rapid until he was panting. He felt dizzy, nauseous, his body was weak, his eyes were dark, and there were always dots of light flickering in his vision, and his footsteps became heavier and heavier, and he couldn't even lift up. Every time he took a step, his footprints were dragged on the river beach. Long, leaning on the branches to barely stand firm.
Amon had this feeling before. The last time he met the brothers Abel and Cain on the outskirts of the Uruk city-state, it was because he consumed too much mana. But this time, not only mana was consumed, but physical strength and energy had already exceeded the limit that could be tolerated. Coupled with the fact that he was injured and lost too much blood, he couldn't hold on any longer.
The short rest last night did not slow him down, it just suppressed the injury. He knew very well that he had to find a place where there were people inhabited quickly, otherwise he could only die if he fainted in the wilderness without the ability to protect himself. That's why Amon was so energetic at dawn to pack up the battlefield and walk towards the ferry, but the injury happened again at this time, which was unusually violent and beyond the original expectation.
I don't know how far the ferry is, and there is no one around. This desolate river beach seems to be endlessly long. A stubborn and lonely figure of a young man walks slowly, his steps getting heavier and heavier. Every step he takes, The branch in his hand was inserted a little deeper into the soil. Finally heard a "click", the branch broke, and he fell to the ground.
Amon tried his best to get up, but in the end he just turned over and lay on his back on the river beach. Even his eyelids became as heavy as two mountains, and he finally opened his eyes, facing the incoming sunlight. The light in front of his eyes was flickering and piercing, as if there were countless transparent flying mosquitoes dancing around, and the soil under his body seemed to exude a strange fishy smell, which made his consciousness trance for a while.