"A fool who does not belong to this era."
With a thud, the gold coin flew upward.
"You are the mysterious master above the gray fog."
The young man lowered his head, seemingly not noticing the attention of the Time Worm beside him. His voice was low and revealed calmness, and the flying gold coin had already changed!
The gold coin rose upward, and two identical, illusory gold coin afterimages inexplicably appeared in the moving trajectory. The concept of time was blurred, and the past, present, and future were intertwined, which made the solemnity in Pales' eyes deepen.
"You are the yellow and black king who controls good luck."
The thick gray-white mist burst out from the gold coin and the two phantoms, and a powerful, weird, and twisted force suddenly descended.
The gold coin and the phantom were sacrificed together.
And the endless gray fog is a great existence above the spiritual world. He is high up in the ancient castle, watching from above!
Fooling time, distorting space, and making fate no longer coherent!
Pallez turned sideways and stared at the young man who had changed and was completely different from before.
The Time Worm has the authority of time, and what this gray fog is to the high-ranking people is self-evident.
"You..."
The gray fog spread very quickly, but Pales was isolated outside. The gray fog completely wrapped Tang and Amon inside. The powerful interference and closure made the interaction between the inside and the outside, whether it was space, time or fate, forcibly cut off by external forces at this moment!
"Five minutes."
Fooling time, space and fate, making this area completely independent in the real world, the time limit is five minutes.
Amon, who stood in front of Tang, turned pale. He seemed to have died, drowned in the illusory river of the future, but Tang was looking at Amon's back.
"You actually have a certain connection with Sefirah Castle."
Behind Amon, another Amon slowly walked out of the shadows.
Obviously, He let his clone replace the fate of the one who borrowed the reappearance spell yesterday but was drowned in the River of Everlasting Darkness, thus successfully escaping.
"Interesting, the potion of the Secret Servant should not be found so soon. Do you have cooperation with the Night? The extraordinary characteristics obtained from Antigonus?"
Amon still maintained his previous posture. Tang just tilted his head, without any answer, just smiled and said, "You should die."
He didn't say anything else, stretched out his pale fingers, and snapped them.
The dim light suddenly lit up.
It was dead silent, the dusk of sunset, the decay of all things, the common withering of all things!
Concepts wither, time withers, and everything will move towards an inescapable eternity under dusk.
This is an extraordinary power that can affect a large range, derived from the dusk giant of the warrior path sequence 0, from the god of war Badhair!
Amon took a step back, and the smile on his mouth did not change at all.
He just pinched the monocle in his right eye socket, and there was a cold look in his eyes without any emotion, but his voice remained unchanged: "Forget it, when I parasitize you, I will know what happened."
The dim light was distorted for a moment, and the dim light disappeared briefly and quickly, and it was about to be stolen from the time that history could exist.
And Tang had an extra item in his hand.
'Astroscope for observing stars'.
Completely different from the slightly barren and monotonous planetarium, countless stars dotted the astronomical instrument panel, each star was as bright and dazzling as a first-magnitude star, they were connected in series, and there were countless transparent thin lines connecting these stars together, jointly guarding the huge crystal sphere in the center.
The phantom of the star appeared in the sky at the same time as the planetarium appeared. At dusk, the stars appeared, and one of the stars in the sky became more dazzling and brilliant.
There was an extra notebook beside Tang.
It was the "surveying book for observing stars".
There should not be any words on the surveying book. Tang had not conducted any research after obtaining this item, but now, this surveying book was densely filled with countless wriggling symbols and mystical symbols.
The surveying book automatically flipped and stopped at the back page.
'XX year XX month XX day'
'Observer: Don Eggers Ramd'
'Observed object: Klein Moretti'
'This is a fortune teller of path sequence 1, an existence that serves the secrets…'
Don snapped his fingers, and before the dusk had dissipated, there appeared beside him an illusory figure that had turned from illusory to real, a figure wearing a black windbreaker and a silk hat, with an unclear face.
The illusory figure quickly took shape and stabilized when it left the historical pore. He raised his head, as if looking around, and then locked his eyes on Amon not far away.
At the moment when the historical projection took shape, Amon took action again.
And the illusory figure wearing a silk hat pressed the brim of the hat on his head with one hand, and stretched out the other hand to grasp it, and Amon's spiritual body line was caught.
The Time Worm turned into a huge, ancient, mottled wall clock shadow, which was divided into twelve grids, each of which was either gray or dark blue, interspersed with each other, but clearly distinguished. As the bell rang, the flow of time in the entire space suddenly accelerated.
The manipulation of the spirit thread was stolen by Him. As time accelerated, Amon used it to approach the historical projection that was pulled out, and further prepared to replace the other party, so that the extraordinary ability of the mysterious servant could pull out his own historical projection.
But the desolate dusk had not completely dissipated. The fading dusk caused the spirit thread to wither and decay rapidly. Time and Amon fell into uncontrollable stagnation together, and the illumination of dusk stretched His shadow extremely long.
Amon's figure was shackled again. The shadow wearing a black hat grafted dusk and Amon together, making Him face the desolate twilight.
Tang Gu Wubo looked at all this, and he snapped his fingers again, and a larger sphere appeared in the sky.
It was a star with pits and holes on its surface, as if it had been hit countless times. It was a dead star.
It was a star that hung high in the sky, replacing the sun.
"Black Sun."
With another snap of the fingers, the dead, pitted star suddenly lit up, as if it had been revitalized, and it was expanded countless times in an instant.
The huge sun floated in the sky, blending with the dusk and the stars, and the blazing black sunlight poured down from the sky the next moment.
Every ray of light was chanting, and every ray of light was distorting.
It was a loud singing, it was a crazy praise, the sun's storm fell from the sky, sweeping across the entire area covered by gray fog.
Marine life was distorted. They grew human arms, human eyes, faces, and mouths. They gathered together and turned into all kinds of twisted and terrifying monsters.
With their mouths open, they chanted crazy poems. They praised the sun and were blindly obsessed with the huge black sphere in the sky that turned them into monsters.
"Let us praise the sun!"
Sing praises, crazy waves!
Amon's figure suddenly stopped and looked up at the black sun in the sky.
The black sun fell, and a huge sphere fell from the sky. The terrible pressure made the sea boil. The huge monster grew countless tentacles and grabbed Amon.
In the ever-present crazy ravings and the more terrifying mental pollution brought by the setting sun, his body turned into a pool of mud and fell into the depths of the violent sea, becoming a monster that could not return to normal.
The extraordinary characteristics of the Time Worm were also contaminated, turning him into a madman who madly sang praises to the sun.
But this was not enough.
The sea water swayed hundreds of meters of waves around, and the phantom wearing a silk hat stretched out his hand again, and the waves disappeared, like a miracle.
And Tang snapped his fingers again. Five minutes was very short, and he had to kill the Angel King of Sequence 1 within five minutes.
Even if two Sequence 1s joined forces, it would be difficult, almost impossible to kill an Angel King of the same level who had two Sequence 1 potions plus one uniqueness.
So——
Two were not enough, so three, four, five.
The black sun fell into the sea, and the mental pollution broke out completely, and the endless gray fog rippled, covering the phantom wearing a silk hat, but Tang was bathed in the black sun without any resistance.
In the midst of the crazy praise, the star-observing mapping book turned the page and continued to turn downward.
Another star in the sky swelled up, emitting a blazing light under the gray fog.
At the same time, a figure wearing a silk hat pulled towards the void.
'XX year XX month XX day'
'Observer: Don Eggers Ramd'
'Observed object: Owen Ramd'
'This is a Death Path Path Sequence 1, the emperor of the Death Realm…'
A tall figure quickly took shape from the historical gap, the dusk of the sky became dim, and the stars were invisible, but in addition to a star that looked like countless worms hugging together, there was another star that emitted a brighter light.
It was a star without any life, but it seemed to have thousands of lives.
The cold wind swept around with the equally cold black sun.
The crazy whispers that the black sun was spreading outward became more and more fiery, and the voices of praise from countless spirits that were polluted by the black sun and became part of the sun's pollution became louder and louder. They welcomed the emperor of death, and it was the last carnival for the dead.
The underworld descended, and the souls of all the creatures killed by the pollution emerged from the underworld and the spirit world, and continued to gather into more terrifying spirits.
And the concept of "death" became an unshakable curse in the gray fog.
The tall figure stood in front of Tang, surrounded by a strange silence, even the sound and light died at this moment.
And one after another, the Time Worms struggled to appear from the void. They died, and the Beyonder characteristics within them also fell into silence, unable to return to their bodies.
This was another Sequence 1 present.
The tall figure took a step forward, and the armor on his body made a low collision sound.
The figure wearing a silk hat reached out again, grafting time and space. The space around Amon twisted, and a huge broadsword slashed out from it.
Not far away, Amon stole the power of dusk and artificially created a desolate dusk. Amon, who blocked the crazy chanting of the black sun, turned his body sideways.
The space around him twisted, and a huge broadsword slashed out from it, ready to cut Amon's body in half.
Amon did not retreat but advanced. When the broadsword fell on him, the figure wearing a silk hat replaced his fate of being cut in half, and replaced his fate of being eroded by the desolate dusk all around.
In contrast, Amon appeared not far from Tang.
He looked at Tang and smiled forward.
The tall figure in front of Tang looked over, and the power of death was superimposed on Amon's body layer by layer, making his appearance uncontrollably aged, but he was smiling.
Tang could feel that Amon was trying to steal the power that allowed him to exist here, trying to steal this incomprehensible power, and then use it for his own benefit.
The top of the sequence, the top-level cryptanalyst, is best at dismantling mysteries and making them work for him.
He is trying to understand what authority the mysterious servant in front of him holds.
Tang snapped his fingers again, not giving the other party any chance.
The survey book flipped.
'XX year XX month XX day'
'Observer: Don Eggers Ramd'
'Observed object: Brooks'
'This is a Red Sacrifice Pathway Sequence 1, the master of iron and blood, the synonym of war…'
The deep red rust burst out, and the flames symbolizing red and blood ignited the black sun in the distance. The stars in the sky burst out again, and the third star was dazzling, still shining under the influence of the gray fog.
It was a star with deep red rust on the surface, a star full of rust and blood.
And this is not a living person, it is a secret doll!
At some point in the sky, a snake connected head to tail appeared.
It was a huge illusory scaleless snake.
One after another, complex mercury-colored symbols jumped out from it, and dense patterns and symbols formed one wheel after another connected to each other.
The Sequence 1 of the Fate Path was pulled by the shadow wearing a silk hat.
It connected from beginning to end, and there were countless small wheels connected to each other in a mysterious and exaggerated wheel, which slowly rotated.
The Snake of Fate, the Restart of Fate!
The fate of the figure wearing a silk hat was cut in half, and Amon's body retreated uncontrollably. He returned to the position just now, and was about to bear the power of death hidden in the broadsword.
The figure in the silk hat did not return to the original position. He manipulated the spirit line of the new secret doll that appeared beside Tang, and then swapped it.
Then, there was the sound of the black sun breaking.
Then, there was the sound of the sea surging more crazily.
That was war, the iron-blooded red.
Death and war followed, and Amon was about to bear the attack of two Sequence 1s head-on!
Not enough, not enough, not enough.
Tang continued to snap his fingers.
"The next step is to increase the strength."
A shadow appeared in his hand, and this shadow was taking shape rapidly.
It was a book made of brass, the 'Trunsoest Brass Book'!
Under the dual superposition of the authority of the Lord of Mysteries and the authority of Euclid Space, the only law of uniqueness itself was briefly broken!
(End of this chapter)