"Error" … Bug … Is this the essence of the Marauder pathway? While Klein was enlightened, he also confirmed one thing.
That was that the ancient God of the Sun, the City of Silver's Creator, and Amon's father really came from Earth.
The word that Amon said just now was in standard English!
My fellow countryman, your two children have really caused me trouble … If only they were all like Bernadette … As Klein lampooned inwardly, he asked curiously,
"Are you planning on using this World of Dreams's loophole?"
Klein controlled himself and didn't use the word "bug" to describe himself. He didn't want his overly normal accent to arouse Amon's suspicions and expose a trump card for no reason.
Facing a King of Angels who could steal his thoughts and parasitize him at a deep level, he had very few trump cards to begin with. He had to make good use of every one of them. Who knew when it would produce a miraculous effect.
At this moment, Amon had already walked outside the black cloister.
"He" had one hand in "His" pocket and didn't do anything as the heavy door opened automatically, as though it was welcoming a distinguished guest.
"You can think of it that way, but it's actually a little more complicated than that." Amon didn't show any of the dignity of a Blasphemer as "He" leisurely answered Klein's question. "This World of Dreams doesn't have any errors or loopholes. It's just that due to the conflict between the various remnant divine powers, certain places appear rather chaotic. And I can use this chaos to create a loophole."
As the tall main door that was prepared for the giant opened completely, Amon pinched the monocle he was wearing and walked through the hall, heading deeper into the interior.
During this process, "He" smiled and gave a further explanation.
"You should know very well that this cloister is pieced together from dreams."
"Yes, the dreams of different living beings from the ruins of the battle of the gods." Klein thought for a moment and added, "It might also be the remnants of some dreams from the past."
At this moment, the man and angel were walking down a winding black staircase. The light of dusk shone through the stained glass, bringing with it a fiery holiness.
Amon touched the human skull sculpture on the armrest and smiled as he admired his surroundings.
"Normally speaking, wherever you enter this World of Dreams, you will be there when you wake up. It doesn't matter if you are in the dreams of other sea regions or other living beings."
Klein couldn't nod, so he could only express his opinion with words.
"Yes."
"And after I create a loophole, I can enter other dreams and wake up at the corresponding location. Obviously, this monastery is much smaller than the sea of ruins outside, and its structure is more compact. Perhaps we can reach our destination in a few minutes." Amon's tone was tinged with joy.
To him, creating and exploiting loopholes seemed to be a joyful thing in itself.
… This … Amon can actually use such a method to quickly pass through the ruins of the battle of the gods. Ignoring a week or two, he wouldn't even waste an hour or two … As expected of a King of Angels, a Blasphemer of the Fourth Epoch … The sliver of hope that Klein had just felt instantly vanished.
He did not know if Amon deliberately did not mention it in advance so that he could enjoy the process of his target's hope bubbles being popped again and again, or if he did not care about such a trivial matter. He could only control his strong frustration and said,
"You want to go to the key dream that supports this illusory World?"
He remembered that Queen Mystic Bernadette had mentioned that she didn't even dare enter the black wooden door in the deepest part of the monastery.
"It's not me, it's us," Amon replied with a smile.
"He" seemed to suddenly recall something as "He" raised "His" hand to adjust "His" monocle's position.
"Why did you place a monocle on your marionette?
"This makes it so that I don't even need to prepare it myself."
"…" Klein felt awkward for a second before thinking for a second. He decided to answer truthfully, "Not long ago, in order to digest the Bizarro Sorcerer potion, I specially wore this monocle in front of the Red Angel evil spirit."
Amon, who was walking down the stairs, suddenly stopped and turned to glance at Klein. Bit by bit, he smiled.
"Very creative."
This Angel of Time then said thoughtfully, "Medici actually isn't completely dead.
"Medici is actually not completely dead yet. Next time, if I meet him, I will turn into your appearance and wear the monocle in front of him again."
… Poor Sauron Einhorn Medici … You're a complete King of Angels. Do you have to be so bored … Is this the so-called God of Mischief? Klein sighed emotionally when he heard this and didn't know what to say.
Amon pressed down on the crystal monocle and asked, "What's going on?
"Did you wear the glasses on your left eye?"
"How did you know?" Klein was startled, thinking that Amon had stolen the scene from the fog of history.
"How do I know?" "There are two possibilities. First, you're definitely not Medici's match due to your low Sequence. You're afraid that your disguise will be too realistic, resulting in you suffering a fatal subconscious attack. Second, if you had the intention to imitate me and complete the correct imitation, then I might've been able to use the ripples produced by fate to detect this matter. Since I didn't discover it, it means that the monocle was worn in the wrong position.
"Make a guess. Which possibility is it?"
… I'll choose the most dangerous possibility, regardless of whether it's true or false … This way, I'll be more careful and cautious in similar matters in the future … Of course, there's a future first … As Amon didn't appear fierce or oppressive previously, Klein had unknowingly let down his guard. He felt that he was a King of Angels that was easy to get along with. But now, he suddenly came to a realization that this was the trait of a top swindler!
"The second possibility." Klein gave his answer.
Amon didn't answer if he had guessed correctly. He walked down the stairs and came to the bottom of the cloister, stopping in front of a black wooden door covered in strange patterns.
"I've been here before. Once this door is completely opened, the power inside will shatter the entire World of Dreams," Klein said, attempting to obtain more historical secrets from Amon.
Amon reached out and grabbed the handle, his thin face expressionless as he said, "This is my father's final dream.
"This is my father's last dream. It corresponds to the place where he fell."
… The ruins of the battle of the gods were the battlefield where the Rose Redemption attacked the ancient Sun God. It's the source of the Cataclysm? Klein tensed up when he heard that as thoughts raced through his mind.
With regards to this answer, after understanding the composition of the Rose Redemption and comparing it to the various anomalies in the ruins of the battle of the gods, he already had a corresponding guess. He wasn't too shocked now, but the Scholar of Yore potion had been digested to a certain extent.
Right on the heels of that, he let out an indescribable sigh.
This was the closest he had ever been to the ancient Sun God.
Previously, when he saw it through dream divination, they were separated by distant space-time.
The ancient Sun God and Rosell The Great were both protagonists of an era, but in the end, they both ended tragically … Rosell still has means of resurrection left behind. I wonder if this former Creator has similar arrangements … Dark Angel Sasrir? The True Creator? Amidst Klein's thoughts, Amon opened the black wooden door that was covered in strange patterns.
Inside was a sea that was illuminated by the blinding sunlight. There seemed to be large patches of rich gold hidden in the waves.
Klein didn't understand what the large patches of rich gold represented the last time, but now, he had a preliminary idea.
That was the blood of the ancient Sun God!
Before "He" died, "He" was affected by the power of Evernight and fell into a dream. "He" dreamed that "He" was torn apart and his blood dyed the sea red.
Creak!
As the black wooden door opened, an unimaginably intense aura seeped out, causing the entire monastery to clearly shake. It was as if it had encountered an earthquake that could destroy the World.
Amidst the scattered dust and collapsed stone bricks, Amon and Klein passed through the wooden door and entered the golden sea.
Klein immediately felt his Spirit Body melt and his psyche evaporate. In a few seconds, he would become nourishment for this dream.
At this moment, a pure white light spewed out from Amon's crystal monocle, instantly shattering the World of Dreams.
"He" had returned the stolen day to the ruins of the battle of the gods, allowing this place to transition from night to day!
At the same time, "His" and Klein's figures turned slightly transparent. Then, "He" appeared in midair above a sea that had been dyed golden.
This place had a high temperature that exceeded Klein's imagination, but it wasn't as dangerous as the dream.
Or rather, the sea in the core region of the ruins of the battle of the gods had been separated into safe zones due to the conflict of various divine powers. As long as one didn't blindly explore, there wouldn't be too many problems.
In the next second, Amon's monocle absorbed all the surrounding light, making him extremely bright.
The day was stolen, and night descended once again. After Amon and Klein landed on an island in a safe zone, they re-entered the World of Dreams.
This time, they appeared outside the black wooden door that was covered in strange patterns.
Amon adjusted the monocle on his right eye and gently pulled it with his left hand, stealing the distance between him and the monastery's door.
He and Klein took a step forward at the same time, leaving the monastery and arriving at the edge of the cliff. Opposite them was the projection of the Giant King's Court that was frozen in the dusk.
Klein originally imagined that Amon would follow the procedure and say the corresponding honorific name, but to his surprise, "He" only raised "His" right hand and snapped "His" fingers.
The sea of clouds that separated the two mountains instantly boiled and split to the left and right, revealing a dark crack that had no bottom.
The Giant King's Court projection on the opposite side suddenly sucked all the dusk light over, allowing it to surge forward and fill up the deep crack.
Hence, between the two mountains, an orange-red path of light appeared in the misty sea of clouds.
"Let's go." Amon chuckled and jumped down the cliff. Amidst the fluttering of his clothes, he landed in the passage formed by the dusk.
Klein couldn't resist and could only jump down the cliff.
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