webnovelvip Chapter 187 Father-Son Scheme
Chapter 187 Father-Son Scheme
Chapter 187 Father-Son Scheme
"Since I've cooperated so well in this performance, shouldn't I get some compensation?"
Adam looked at Amon calmly, without saying a word.
Amon chuckled lightly, not seeming to mind, and continued speaking to himself:
"I originally wanted to steal some luck from the giant serpent, but it just so happened that I wasn't in the Forsaken Land. In addition, I discovered the aura of the 'Source Castle' in the silver city near the Giant's Court, so I arrived a little late."
"Although I missed your script just now, it seems I didn't completely miss it."
"By the way, this shouldn't be in your script, the part about me coming here in my true form."
Adam's pure, baby-like golden eyes remained unmoved as he calmly gazed at Amon for a long while before speaking, "When the time is right, he will help you summon Bethel back, banished by 'Night' and 'Storm'."
"This is a necessary condition for the birth of the 'Lord of Mysteries,' and neither you nor that 'Fool' are yet capable of dealing with the contamination of the 'Primordial Moon' within Bethel and the inevitable erosion that will follow."
"Bethel, having returned from exile, fulfilled the ascension ritual of 'The Gate,' and the convergence of his unique characteristics and individuality can no longer be sealed, which perfectly satisfies the universal ascension ritual of 'Mistake.'"
"Until then, you cannot cross the 'darkness' to disturb the 'Fool.'"
After a slight pause, without looking at anyone, he asked aloud:
"Do you accept this arrangement?"
Amon adjusted his monocle and smiled, "I want to say I don't accept it, but I can't seem to find a reason to refute it."
He paused, then looked at Cyril standing behind Adam:
"And what about you?"
"Me?" Cyril's gaze shifted between Amon and Adam.
Although it appears to be a discussion with him, it is clear that at this moment, his own opinion is not important.
I think...
Before he could finish speaking, a deep, quiet, and extremely dangerous darkness silently descended.
Boom!
Lightning flashed intermittently through the thick, dark clouds.
Beneath the clouds, in the deep darkness, pairs of eerie green eyes emerged, and countless malevolent and malevolent creatures were being conceived.
Amon's voice drifted through the darkness: "This is darkness I stole from the land forsaken by God. I hope you are satisfied with this gift."
Hey!
While mentally complaining, Cyril replaced himself with a portrait.
Without a sound, a near-real sun rose from the ground, its intense golden sunlight so bright that Sirion couldn't open his eyes or even think of anything else.
In the brief moment when he couldn't see it, the scorching light and super-high-temperature flames emanating from the "sun" in the sky dispelled all darkness and the dangers lurking within it.
Below the "sun," a blurry figure rapidly expanded, reaching the size of a small mountain in the blink of an eye.
He stretched out a hand towards the "sun" in the sky, and the next second, the "sun" disappeared!
The light and temperature returned to normal, but the skeletal hall had become incredibly vast.
Adam's thick, pale gold beard, which covered the lower half of his face, and his rather simple white robe fluttered in the wind that seemed to rise from nowhere.
Behind him, the enormous cross, surrounded by countless white bones, grew even taller, reaching hundreds of meters in height.
Cyril was a beat slow to realize that he was standing on the summit of a towering mountain, and behind Adam, who stood in front of him, were twelve pairs of illusory, layered wings of light.
Along with seven others, all bearing layers of wings of light, there were also seven others around them!
Some of them shone like the sun, some were surrounded by storms and lightning, some held straight swords and were surrounded by flames, some stood silently on the deep, dense shadows of the "ocean," and some stood indifferently on the silver river that stretched from end to end.
At the forefront, surrounded by the angel kings, a colossal figure of light, seemingly capable of supporting heaven and earth, emerged from the void, looking down upon Amon, whose body had swelled to the size of a small mountain.
Cyril silently took two steps back, trying to minimize his presence as much as possible, while curiously examining every corner of the "battlefield".
...This is a father-son game in every sense of the word!
As his thoughts drifted, he saw an angel king with dark blue wings of light suddenly turn around and appear behind the angel king surrounded by storms and lightning. This angel king, who seemed to be able to support the heavens and earth, was surrounded by a huge luminous figure.
In an instant, darkness descended once more. Unlike the darkness that Amon had released before, this time it was pure, deathly darkness, and it only covered the angel king who was surrounded by a storm.
In this pure darkness, all existence becomes quiet, sinking into the deepest slumber, and in slumber, it enters death.
In the next instant, the enormous light and shadow that seemed to support the heavens and the earth raised its hand, and pure, holy and magnificent light shone down, dispelling all the darkness.
Vanished along with the darkness were the two angel kings, surrounded by storms and bearing dark blue wings of light.
when!
Suddenly, a melodious and ethereal bell rang out.
Above Amon's head, the phantom of an ancient, mottled, enormous stone clock spun, and an indescribable, invisible torrent surged forth, instantly engulfing everything around it.
Everything slowed down under the invisible torrent, and it took forever to make a single movement or think.
Only Amon remained unaffected, his figure silently disintegrating into countless wandering lights and shadows, moving normally through the area where time was slowed down, causing the characters woven by Adam to disappear one after another.
Once time resumed its normal flow, the only character Adam had created was the enormous, boundless light and shadow that seemed to have been deliberately left unresolved by Amon.
The enormous shadowy figure looked down at Amon, then took a step forward, its body silently disintegrating, bursting forth with unparalleled brilliance.
The intense heat and the dazzling, pure golden light seemed to transform into a "sun" that illuminated the world.
"Are they treating me like the 'King of Giants'?"
Amon twitched the corner of his mouth, muttered something under his breath, and his mountain-like figure disappeared silently, as if melting into the terrifying light, or as if finding a loophole in this place and escaping from this space.
In an instant, a bright, blinding light engulfed everything in front of me.
Cyril felt his thoughts slow down as if they had stopped, as if a long time had passed, or as if it had only been a brief moment.
When he came to his senses, the bright, blazing light before him had vanished, and the towering holy mountain, the vast sky, and the expansive, curved horizon had disappeared. The surroundings had returned to the appearance of the Church of Bones.
Amon and Adam sat facing each other on two chairs in front of the giant cross. Neither of them spoke, but it seemed as if they had been talking for a long time.
As Cyril pondered the situation, Amon suddenly turned his head and chuckled softly.
"Heh... I'm finally snapping out of it. Are you really that engrossed in the dream woven by this paranoid?"
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"Following the paranoid's advice, I won't be showing up for a while, but the price is that you'll need to cooperate with me on some things later. Oh, and I'll be waiting for you in the Land of Forsaken Gods."
After saying that, Amon leaned back.
Without a sound, his figure vanished abruptly, leaving only a small worm with alternating transparent and opaque parts wriggling in the air.
Under the watchful eyes of Cyril and Adam, tiny, invisible ripples spread through the air, and then the wriggling worm vanished.
Cyril looked at the spot where Amon had disappeared, then at Adam, his expression grave.
Clearly, while he was in a dream, Adam had already reached some agreement with Amon, and even the father-son game just now was a performance for him.
What exactly did Amon and Adam exchange in their haste, and what was the purpose of the battle just now?
Perhaps the relationship between Amon and Adam is not as strained as it appears on the surface; they are now like "Night Goddess" and Lilith, playing the roles of everyone.
Suppressing the turbulent thoughts in his mind, he hesitated for a moment before asking:
"What are the things Amon mentioned? Is it helping Mr. 'The Door' return?"
Adam seemed oblivious to his wandering thoughts, nodding slightly and saying:
"This is just one of them."
Cyril nodded slightly, remaining silent and waiting for Adam's follow-up answer.
"When necessary, you will need to relinquish the extraordinary characteristics of the 'Gate' pathway that you possess, in order to support the birth of the 'Lord of Mysteries'."
"And if the state of the 'Lord of Mysteries' that is born later is unstable, you need to enter the Western Continent, bring out some things, and create conditions for the birth of more suns in this world to resist the apocalypse."
Cyril frowned and pondered for a moment, then asked:
"I understand the last condition, but why should I give up all the extraordinary properties of the 'Gate' pathway?"
"Do you really think I'll end up possessing all the extraordinary properties of the 'Star Keys,' or even the uniqueness of the 'Door'?"
Adam calmly replied, "That's just one possibility."
"For you, becoming a Sequence 0 is a necessity, and the 'Gate' pathway is your best choice. In addition, before the 'Lord of Mysteries' is truly born, this world also needs a Sequence 0 'Gate'."