At some point, a layer of ice had formed on the ground in front of Amon. The drifting mist had not completely dissipated yet, and there was a layer of white mist on the ground covering the layer of ice. The surface of the ice had ripples flowing with the mist, as if it was in a half-melted state, making it even more difficult to detect.
Havon would have been able to keep his balance on the ice under normal circumstances, but he was already at the end of his rope. He slipped and fell. But he reacted quickly. Even though he could not control his body, he did not give up. The dagger in his hands was still shining brightly, and he swept it towards Amon's waist.
Amon arched his body and pushed his staff forward, just in time to block the blade. The blade's aura shattered, and the blade slid along the staff. The tip of the blade had already pierced into Amon's chest. If it had gone in an inch further, it would have pierced through his heart and killed Amon. But the battle just happened to end at that moment. Amon swung his staff down and hit the back of Havon's head. The warrior did not even have the chance to make a sound before he died. His dagger flew out of his hand, and his upper body fell on Amon's leg. Amon was thrown to the ground, and he could not get up for a long time.
After a long time, Amon struggled to sit up and threw Havon's body aside. The wounds on his shoulders, chest, waist, and thighs were no longer bleeding, but the pain was excruciating. In the life-and-death battle just now, he had won with the help of magic. His remaining magic power was so weak that he could only cast the simplest magic with his staff.
Freezing a layer of ice on the ground was the first magic that Crazy 'Ole had taught Amon. It was how he had subdued Maqi, and today, it was the same trick that saved his life.
Amon was so tired that he could not even stand up. He did not care about the corpses and the scattered things. He just sat quietly and closed his eyes to rest. His heavy breathing gradually calmed down. Schrödinger was nowhere to be found. Amon sat there until it was dark. He did not open his eyes, nor did he move. As soon as he relaxed between life and death, he was so exhausted that he didn't even want to move.
When the sky was completely dark, Amon stretched out a hand and held the staff vertically in front of him. A soft white light quietly sprinkled on his body. This was a healing magic that he had used most of the day to recondense the magic power he had cast. The wound that was no longer bleeding was slowly healing, but the pain and the injuries in his body were not healed. He put down the staff weakly and began to meditate and practice the divine incantation that he had been practicing every night.
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While Amon was fighting Vitru and the others, Urhiya, who was far away in Straits, couldn't help but break into a cold sweat. The high priest of the Shrine of Isis had just read Nero's personal notes and found the one mentioned in Nero's last words. Only then did he realize that the scroll Nero left behind was the legendary Tiamat's Wrath.
The reason why it was called a legend was because it was almost impossible to make. Only a few people had actually seen it. It was a high-level scroll that could be used by anyone who had mastered advanced magic. However, the "Tiamon's Wrath" was different from other scrolls. The user's life had to be sacrificed in order to activate it, and its power could not be controlled.
It took Nero a few years and countless years of painstaking effort to continuously condense magic power before he succeeded. It was a challenge to prove himself that he had finally reached the pinnacle of scroll-making. Once activated, the "Tiamon's Wrath" would not only burn the user's life, but also destroy all life within its range. It was said that even the gods would be severely injured.
Julien thought of a possibility.
If Amon was not telling the truth, and the three scrolls that Nero had left for him were still in his hands, then the "Tiamon's Wrath" would be his last resort when his life was in danger. If Amon really used the scroll, he would be dead for sure. Vitru, Havon, and the others would not be able to come back either.
If that was the case, then this mission was not worth it. Julien didn't know how to explain the disappearance of the captain and his followers.
Julien could only pray to the gods that Amon didn't use the scroll. Either he wasn't a sorcerer, or Vitru and the others didn't give him the chance to use the scroll. Julien suddenly realized that even if Amon was a sorcerer, it was impossible for him to be an advanced sorcerer. Her worries were unnecessary. She laughed at herself and wiped the cold sweat off her forehead.
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While Urhiya, who was in the sepat of Cape, was breaking out in a cold sweat, on a large ship in the Nile River, a young girl also had a surprised look on her face.
The luxurious ship was made of cedar wood. The bow and stern of the ship looked like a crescent moon. The hull of the ship was painted a beautiful pale gold, and its surface was engraved with the Divine Script of Eygut, as well as all kinds of complicated magic formations. Apart from the ship below the deck, the ship on the deck was three stories high. It was luxuriously decorated, mysterious, and solemn. It was the ship of the Adoratrice of the Temple of Isis, who ruled the Shrine of Eygut and represented Pharaoh's authority over Eygut.
The Adoratrice of the Temple of Isis was presided over by the Adoratrice of the Nile River twice a year on behalf of Pharaoh. This ceremony was actually a ceremony in which herds of cattle and sheep were thrown into the Nile River to feed the crocodiles. It symbolized the sacrifice to the God of Eygut, Osiris, the protector of the Nile River.
The Adoratrice was only there to preside over the ceremony. The priests would lead the people to the river and throw the cattle and sheep into the river. Groups of crocodiles would swim over and fight for the food, tearing at the cattle and sheep with their sharp teeth. This terrifying scene caused the tens of thousands of people to inexplicably feel a deep sense of reverence for the gods in the depths of their hearts.
Maria was sitting on a high platform far away from the shore with a staff in her hand and a golden crown on her head. She had no expression on her face. She did not want to see the scene by the river. She just prayed to the goddess Isis in her heart. If it was a few years ago, this delicate and pure girl would never have dreamed that she would be presiding over such a ceremony. But now, as the Adoratrice of the Temple of Isis, she had no choice but to give everything to the gods.
After the ceremony, the Adoratrice boarded the ship and left the shore. She was going to inspect the Nile River on behalf of the goddess Isis. Tens of thousands of people were still kneeling on the shore, worshipping the Adoratrice's ship until it disappeared into the horizon.
The ship flowed along the river. Maria sat on the balcony on the third floor of the ship, looking at the mighty water and thinking about something. Gabriel stood beside her with a sword hanging from his waist. On both sides of the deck below, the attendants of the Adoratrice were sprinkling various prepared offerings into the river. The offerings were made of dough and sheep fat, symbolizing the legend of Osiris slaying the monsters and protecting the people of Eygut.
At this moment, the Gods' Tear inlaid on the Adoratrice's staff suddenly emitted a golden light that shone on Maria's face. Gabriel's black armor also reflected a faint golden light.
Gabriel was slightly startled and asked in a low voice: "Your Excellency, what are you doing?"
Maria frowned slightly and said: "I didn't do anything, nor did I cast any magic. This is the Gods' Tear's response. It actually affected my magic power."
Gabriel asked in confusion: "What's going on? How can the Gods' Tear's response be so spontaneous? I've been with you for so long, but I've never seen anything like this. "
The Gods' Tear's golden light only lasted for a moment, and then it returned to normal. Maria looked at the staff and said thoughtfully: "I've never seen it either, but it's recorded in the ancient books that this is the guidance and summon of the gods, symbolizing some kind of prophecy – the gods or the emissaries of the gods are coming."
Gabriel was surprised: "Your Excellency, you are so calm. How can you be so calm when such a legendary miracle has happened?"
Maria smiled slightly: "My supreme warrior, as the Adoratrice of the guardian gods, you should not be confused or surprised by a miracle. My inner shock is beyond your imagination, but I have learned how to not show it. Just now, I really felt something, as if there was a silent summon somewhere. "
It had been more than two years since they left the town of Duc. Maria was now eighteen years old. Her body was more mature than before, but her facial features had not changed much. She could still be recognized at a glance. She was the Adoratrice of the Shrine of Isis, and there was an indescribable sense of solemnity around her. She was now the Adoratrice of the Shrine of Isis, and there was an indescribable sense of solemnity around her.
Her eyes were clear and calm, with silent compassion. Under her gaze, people felt that they were being watched by the gods, and they often felt ashamed of their inferiority. This was a change in her temperament, and also a change in her heart. There was always the shadow of the young Eco in her eyes, but not everyone could see it.
Gabriel asked again: "Where did the summon come from?"
Maria stretched out her hand and pointed downstream, "It's in the distance."
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Maria did not know that the Gods' Tear on her staff suddenly shone with a golden light. At the same time, Amon swung the bone with all his might. The Gods' Tear pierced through the magic barrier and hit Vitru in the face. What Amon didn't know was that Maria was riding a boat along the Nile River, gradually approaching the place where he was.
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The next morning, at dawn, Amon finally stood up with his staff in hand. He heard a buzzing sound. Many flies fluttered their wings and landed on the wounded corpses. Two stray dogs were tearing Obama's body apart. Alarmed by Amon, they ran back into the forest.
Amon looked at Havon's corpse in front of him and sighed. The warrior had almost killed him, but in the end, he died at his hands. Havon was the most formidable and respectable opponent Amon had ever met. But he did not know his name. If Havon had not attacked Amon at the last moment, he could have escaped.
Maybe he thought that Amon was no match for him, or maybe he had no choice but to complete the mission. But in the end, Havon died. Amon did not want to let the stray dogs eat his body. He waved his staff and a fireball fell. The flames spread and engulfed Havon's body, burning him to ashes.
Amon thought for a moment and decided to cremate all the corpses. He had already killed all of them. There was no need to leave their corpses exposed in the wilderness. Besides, Amon did not want to leave any traces of the battle behind. Before burning the corpses, Amon did not forget to search for their belongings. His belongings were scattered among the corpses.
Needless to say, there were some parangons, coins, weapons, and staffs. The most valuable staff was, of course, Obama's. Vitru's wasn't half bad either. Amon found two scrolls on Vitru's body. He also found a scroll in the ashes of Havon's body. But the most important things were two, both from Vitru's bosom.
The first object was a parangon inlaid with a magic formation at the base. It looked like a delicate lamp. Amon recognized it. Crazy 'Ole had taught him how to make all kinds of magic artefacts, and one of them mentioned the' Shadow-chasing Lamp '. It would have been very difficult for Amon to collect the materials himself, and he would have failed many times before he could make it. But today, he had found a precious product. He knew how to use this artefact. Only now did he understand why he had never been able to shake off his pursuers.
The second item was a letter sealed in a leather case. It had been sealed with magic. If the person who received the letter could not open the magic circle on the envelope, the letter inside would be destroyed when the envelope was opened. Naturally, nothing would be seen. But this did not trouble Amon. He opened the letter in one piece. The content of the letter was written in the hieroglyph of Eygut. Ordinary people would not be able to understand it. But Amon could read it.
The letter was written by Julien to Burke, another high priest of the Temple of Isis. Amon gasped when he read it. The letter mentioned people he was familiar with – the Adoratrice Maria and the supreme warrior Gabriel. There were also secrets he had never heard of before.
Julian conspired with Bourque to get the Adoratrice to issue a new order to transfer him back to Memphis from the city of Straits under the pretext of an emergency. The letter also mentioned Gabriel. The Adoratrice was young and ignorant, and Gabriel helped her a lot. They should find a way to transfer Gabriel away from the Temple so that she would never have a chance to come back. Julien recommended Havon, the captain of her guards. She said that this warrior was likely to be promoted to a supreme warrior and could take over Gabriel's position.
Amon only knew that Eco had become the Adoratrice of the Temple of Isis. But now he knew that the high priest of the Temple of Isis had other selfish motives. It seemed that he was not willing to give up his full strength. He just wanted the Adoratrice to be a symbolic puppet. He even had the intention to murder Gabriel. It seemed that Gabriel was now the most valued assistant of the Adoratrice. The assistant of the Adoratrice should have been the high priest. Presumably, Eco's life would not be very comfortable.
Amon watched for a long time. He had just gotten rid of the threat of death, but he was worried about Icho again. Anyway, his destination was Montefiore. He must find a way to give this letter to Eco so that she could be prepared and take precautions. In Amon's mind, although Eco Maria had become the Adoratrice of the Temple of Isis, for him, she would always be a weak and pure girl.
Amon did not know why he wanted to go to Montefiore. Was it to see the famous capital of Eygut on his way to the mainland? Only now did he suddenly understand – it was because of Eco.
When he walked out of the mountains and faced a strange and unknown world, his first stop was to go to the Kingdom of Bablon to find Medanzo. His second stop was to go to the Cape States to return Nero's staff. His third stop was to go to the land that he was worried about. Eco was in Montefiore. Although she was the Adoratrice, Amon had to see her in person before he could feel at ease, even if he could only see her from afar.
Seeing this letter, Amon realized that he had come to the right place. Could it be that there was really a call and guidance from the gods?
Amon carefully put away the letter and all the things that he wanted to take with him into the bone. Then he set fire to the body and the relics. He also changed into a new set of clothes given by Tusxiong and threw the blood-stained and torn old clothes into the fire. The fire wrapped in thick smoke and rose up. Everything that had happened here was gone with the wind.
After only one night's rest, Amon was far from recovered. He almost could not pick up the bone from the ground. It took him a lot of effort to put it into the inside pocket of his clothes and hide it close to his ribs.
Amon even put the iron branch staff back into the bone. He broke a real branch in his hand and staggered out of the valley. When the sun rose above the treetops, he finally came to the running Nile River. He walked along the river upstream to the south. The nearest ferry was in that direction, and it was still a long way to go.
The sun was not very hot, but Amon gradually sweated. His whole body was covered with cold sweat, and his breathing became faster and faster until he was gasping for breath. He felt dizzy, nauseous, weak, and dark. There were always stars flashing in his eyes. His steps were getting heavier and heavier, and he could not even lift his feet. With every step he took, the footprints on the river became longer and longer. He could only stand with the help of a tree branch.
Amon had felt this before. The last time was before he met Abel and Cain in the outskirts of Uruk. That was because he had overused his magic power. But this time, he had not only used his magic power, but also his stamina and energy had exceeded the limits of what he could bear. Coupled with the injury and blood loss, he could not hold on any longer.
The short rest last night did not help him recover. It only suppressed his injuries. He knew very well that he had to find a place with people as soon as possible. Otherwise, he would only die if he fainted in the wilderness without any ability to protect himself. That was why Amon had forced himself to clean up the battlefield and walk to the ferry as soon as the sun rose. But the injury happened to act up again at this time, and it was unusually fierce and unexpected.
Not knowing how far the ferry was, there was not a single person in sight. The desolate riverbank seemed to be endless and endless. A stubborn and lonely figure of a young man slowly walked by, his footsteps getting heavier and heavier. With every step he took, the branch in his hand would sink deeper into the mud. Finally, there was a crack. The branch broke, and he fell to the ground.
Amon tried his best to get up, but in the end, he could only turn over and lie on his back on the river. Even his eyelids became as heavy as two mountains. When he finally opened his eyes, they were greeted by the sunlight. The light in front of him was dazzling. It was as if there were countless transparent mosquitoes flying around. The soil under him seemed to emit a strange smell, and he was in a trance.
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