" Error "... bug... is this the essence of the " Marauder " path? As Klein realized this, he also became certain of one thing.
That was the Ancient The Sun God, the Creator City of Silver, and Amon's father; he truly came from Earth.
The word Amon just said was standard English!
"My friend, your two kids have really put me through a lot... I wish they were both like Bernadette..." Klein thought to himself, while asking with considerable curiosity:
"Are you going to exploit a loophole in this dream world?"
Klein controlled himself and didn't use the word "bug" to avoid arousing Amon's suspicion with his overly normal accent, which would unnecessarily reveal his hand.
Facing an Angel King who can steal one's thoughts and deeply Parasitism, his trump cards are few and far between. He must make good use of each one, as it might produce a surprising effect at any time.
By this time, Amon had already reached the outside of the Black Monastery.
With one hand in his pocket, he made no effort for the heavy door to open by itself, as if welcoming a distinguished guest.
"You can think of it that way, but it's actually a bit more complicated than that." Amon showed no trace of the " Blasphemer's" majesty, answering Klein's question casually. "This dream world itself doesn't have Error or loopholes; it's just that due to the conflict of various residual divine powers, some places appear chaotic, and I can use this chaos to create a loophole."
As the grand main gate prepared for the Giant opened fully, Amon adjusted his monocle, walked through the hall, and ventured deeper inside.
During this process, He smiled and offered further explanation:
"You should know very well that this monastery is pieced together from a series of dreams."
"Hmm, dreams from different beings within the Ruins of the Gods' Battle." Klein thought for a moment, then added, "They could also be remnants of dreams from the past."
At this moment, a human and an Angel are walking down a winding black staircase. The light of Twilight shines in through the stained glass windows above, bringing a fiery, sacred glow.
Amon touched the human skull relief on the armrest, smiling as he admired his surroundings.
"Normally, you'll wake up in the same place you entered this dream world, regardless of whether you're in the dream of other beings in other seas."
Klein couldn't nod, so he could only express his opinion verbally:
"Right."
"Once I create the loophole, I can enter other dreams and wake up in the corresponding location. Obviously, this monastery is much smaller than the ruins of the ocean outside, and its structure is more compact. Perhaps we can reach our destination in just a few minutes." Amon's tone carried a hint of pleasure.
For Him, creating and exploiting loopholes seemed to be a pleasurable thing in itself.
... This... Amon can actually use this method to quickly pass through the Ruins of the Gods' Battle, not to mention a week or two, not even a hour or two is wasted... No wonder he is the Angel King, the " Blasphemer " of the Fourth Age... Klein's glimmer of hope vanished in an instant.
He didn't know if Amon had deliberately not explained beforehand, enjoying the repeated bursting of hope for his target, or if he simply didn't care about such a trivial matter. He could only suppress his intense frustration and say:
"Are you going to the crucial dream realm that sustains this illusory world?"
He remembered that the " Mystery Queen " Bernadette had mentioned that she dared not enter behind the black wooden door at the deepest part of the monastery.
"It's not me, it's us," Amon replied with a smile.
He seemed to suddenly remember something, raised his hand to adjust the position of his monocle, and asked with great interest:
Why did you put a monocle on the Marionette?
"This means I don't need to prepare anything myself."
"..." Klein paused awkwardly for a second, then thought for a second before deciding to answer truthfully, "Not long ago, in order to digest the ' Bizarro Sorcerer ' Potion, I deliberately wore this monocle in front of the ' Red Angel ' Evil Spirit."
Amon, who was descending the stairs step by step, suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at Klein, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.
"That's a great idea."
The " Angel of Time " then said thoughtfully:
"That Medici guy isn't quite dead yet. Next time, if I run into him, I'm going to become like you and wear my monocle in front of him again."
Poor Sauron Einhorn Medici... You, a complete Angel King, have to be so boring... Is this what they call the " God of Mischief "? Klein listened with a sigh, not knowing what to say.
Amon adjusted his crystal monocle and asked:
"Did you wear these glasses on your left eye?"
"How did you know?" Klein was startled, thinking that Amon had stolen that scene from the Fog of History.
"How do I know?" Amon said with a smile. "There are two possibilities. One is that you are of low Sequence and are definitely no match for Medici. You are afraid of being too convincing in your disguise and suffering a fatal subconscious attack. The other is that if you intend to imitate me and have done so correctly, then I might be able to detect this through the ripples of Fate. Since I haven't noticed, it means that the monocle is not worn correctly."
"Guess which possibility it is."
... I will choose the most dangerous possibility, whether it's true or false... This way, I will be more careful and cautious in similar matters in the future... Of course, there must be a future first... Because Amon didn't act fiercely or oppressively before, Klein unconsciously relaxed his guard a bit, thinking that the other party was an Angel King was easy to get along with. But now, he suddenly realized that this was the characteristic of a top-level Deceit!
"The second possibility," Klein offered his answer.
Amon didn't answer whether he guessed correctly or not. He walked up the stairs to the ground floor of the monastery and stopped in front of a black wooden door covered with strange patterns.
"I've been here before. Once this door is fully opened, the power within will shatter the entire dream world," Klein said, trying to extract more historical Concealment from Amon.
Amon gripped the handle, his thin face expressionless as he twisted it and said:
"This was my father's last dream, and the corresponding location is where he fell."
... The Ruins of the Gods' Battle were the battlefield where the " Rose Redemption " besieged the Ancient The Sun God, and the origin of the Cataclysm? Klein's mind tightened upon hearing this, and his thoughts raced.
After understanding the composition of " Rose Redemption " and comparing it with the various anomalies within the Ruins of the Gods' Battle, he had already made a corresponding guess about the answer. He wasn't too shocked now, but he had begun to digest the " Scholar of Yore " Potion to some extent.
Immediately afterwards, he was overcome with indescribable emotion.
This was the closest he had ever come to the Ancient The Sun God.
When I saw it through " Dream Divination " before, it was across a vast distance in time and space.
The Ancient The Sun God and Roselle were protagonists of the same era, but both met tragic ends... Roselle also possessed remnants of resurrection methods; it's unknown whether this former " Creator " had similar arrangements... " Dark Angel " Sasrir? " True Creator "? As Klein's thoughts raced, Amon opened the black wooden door covered with strange patterns.
Inside was a vast sea, blindingly bright, with the water seemingly concealing large swaths of rich gold.
Klein hadn't understood what those vast expanses of rich gold represented last time, but now he had a preliminary idea:
That's the blood of the Ancient The Sun God!
Before He died, He was affected by the power of " Evernight " and Dream Divination in which He saw Himself torn to pieces and His blood staining the sea.
Clang!
As the black wooden door opened, an unimaginably powerful aura seeped out, causing the entire monastery to shake noticeably, as if it had been struck by an earthquake capable of destroying the world.
Amidst the scattered dust and crumbling bricks, Amon and Klein passed through the wooden door and entered the golden ocean.
Klein immediately felt his spirit melting and his soul evaporating; in just a few seconds, he would become nourishment for this dream world.
At that moment, a pure, bright white light burst forth from the monocle carved from Amon's crystal, shattering the dream world instantly.
He returned the stolen daylight to the Ruins of the Gods' Battle, instantly transforming the place from Evernight into day!
At the same time, His and Klein's figures became slightly transparent, and then appeared directly in mid-air above a sea dyed golden.
Here, the temperature is higher than Klein imagined, but it's not as dangerous as in his dream.
Or rather, the ocean in the core area of Ruins of the Gods' Battle has been divided into safe zones due to the conflict of various divine powers. As long as one does not explore blindly, there will not be any major problems.
The next second, Amon's monocle absorbed all the surrounding light, making him extremely bright.
Daylight was stolen, Evernight fell once more. After Amon and Klein landed on an island in a safe zone, they re-entered the dream world.
This time, they appeared outside the black wooden door covered with strange patterns.
Amon adjusted the monocle on his right eye, and with a gentle pull of his left hand, he stole the distance between here and the monastery gate.
He and Klein took a step forward at the same time, leaving the monastery and arriving at the edge of the cliff, where the " Giant King's Court " projection was frozen in the Twilight.
Klein assumed that Amon would follow the procedure and recite the corresponding honorific name, but to his surprise, Amon simply raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.
The sea of clouds separating the two mountain peaks instantly boiled over, parting to the left and right to reveal a dark, bottomless crevice.
The projection of the " Giant King's Court " opposite suddenly absorbed all the Twilight light, causing it to surge forward and fill the deep crevice.
And so, between the two mountain peaks, amidst the misty sea of clouds, a path of orange-red light appeared.
"Let's go." Amon chuckled softly, leaping forward off the cliff, his clothes fluttering as he landed in the Twilight -formed passage.
Klein had no choice but to jump off the cliff after him.