Pivot of the Sky

At some point, a layer of ice had condensed on the ground in front of Amon, and the mist had not completely dissipated. A layer of white mist on the ground just covered the ice layer, while the surface of the ice layer also had ripples flowing with the mist, as if it were a semi-molded state, which was even more difficult to detect.

Haven would have stabilized himself on the ice normally, but at this point it was the end of a strong crossbow and suddenly slipped into the shelter. However, he reacted extremely quickly and did not abandon the attack without his physical control. The knife in his hands remained glowing, sweeping smoothly towards Ammon's waist.

Amon bowed his body and pushed the staff to block the knife, the knife split, the knife slipped along the staff, the tip of the knife had stabbed Amon in the front chest, even if one more inch forward, could stab his heart to kill Amon, but the battle was over at this point. Amon's staff also smashed downwards, hitting Haiwen in the back of the head. The samurai killed himself on the spot without even humming. The knife took off his hand and his torso fell on Ammon's leg. Amon fell to the ground and didn't climb up for half a day.

Long after, Amon struggled to sit up and lifted Haven's body aside. The wounds on his back shoulder, chest, waist, and thigh were no longer bleeding, but the pain in his heart. In the special death fight just now, he finally won by divine magic, and the only weak magic left him to perform the simplest magic with his staff.

Condensing a layer of ice silently and silently was first practiced by the old lunatic Amon. That's how he suppressed Ma Qi. Today, when faced with powerful enemies, this hand still saved his life at the last minute.

Amon-rey couldn't even stand up and ignored the corpses and spilled things. He sat quietly and closed his eyes to rest, and his breath slowly subsided. Schrödinger also did not know where he had gone and had never returned. Amon sat there until dark, without opening his eyes or moving. Once he relaxed between life and death, exhausted, he didn't even want to move.

When the sky was completely dark, Amon reached out and held the staff up in front of him, and a soft white light fell quietly on him, a healing magic he had used to regroup for half a day. The wound, which was no longer bleeding, actually healed slowly, but the painful sensation and the injuries sustained in the body were not healed, and he was unable to lay down his staff and began practicing his magical meditation every night.

……

Just as Amon and Vitru and others met, Julian, far from the Channel State, could not help but sweat. The high priest of the Temple of Isis had just gone through Nero's personal notes and found the article in his will, which made it clear that the scroll Nero had left for Amon was the legendary "Destruction Storm”!

This is called legend because it is almost impossible for such a scroll to succeed, and few people have ever really seen it except as documented in a secret book. It is an advanced scroll that can unfold with a mastery of intermediate divinity, but unlike any other scroll, "Destruction Storm” must be activated at the expense of the life of the user, whose power is beyond control.

It took Nero a few years to make it through countless concerted efforts. Not to use it, just a challenge to prove himself, he has finally reached the peak of his scroll making skills! Once the destruction storm unfolds, it will not only burn the lives of its users, but it will destroy all lives within its power, and even the spirits are said to be severely traumatized.

Julien thought of a possibility--

If Amon is not telling the truth and Nero has the three scrolls left alone, then Destruction Storm is the last option when life is threatened and he intends to end up with his enemies. If Amon did use this scroll, he would certainly be dead himself, and Vitru and Haven and others would never come back.

If that were the case, the operation would be unpaid, with the captain of the guard and his heart following the mysterious disappearance, which Julian did not know how to explain.

Julian could only seek the blessing of the gods, and Amon did not use the scroll, either he was not a magician or Vitru and others did not give him a chance to use the scroll at all. Julian turned to think that even if Amon was a magician, he would not have achieved intermediate grades. His own fears were superfluous and he laughed with ridicule and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.

……

When Julian, in Cape Town State, was sweating cold, a young girl was also surprised on a big boat in the Ronnie River.

This magnificent ship is made of cedar wood with a curved crescent tail and a beautiful pale gold hull painted with precious tree paint and engraved with Ecumenical scriptures and a variety of sophisticated magic arrays. In addition to the ships under deck, the ship building on deck is three stories tall and decorated with nobility, mystery and solemnity. It is the seat of the Temple of Egyptian Monastery, the Virgin of Isis Temple, under Pharaoh's control.

The annual sacrificial ceremony to the River Ronnie is presided over by the Virgin of Isis Temple on behalf of Pharaoh. This ceremony is actually about feeding a herd of cattle and sheep into the Ronnie River to the crocodiles, but it symbolizes a sacrifice to the Ecumenical God, the Ronnie River Protector, Osiris, and is therefore very important and very grand.

The presence of the Virgin was merely a presidency, with the priests leading the people to throw slaughtered cattle and sheep into the river on the shore. Crowds of crocodiles swim to fight and open their mouths with sharp fangs. This horrible scene gives thousands of people a deep and invisible fear of the gods.

Maria was wearing a golden crown with her staff and was sitting on a platform far from the shore without expression. She did not want to see the scene by the river, but prayed silently to Isis Goddess in her heart. If it had been a few years ago, this weak and pure girl would have dreamed that she would have hosted such a ceremony, but now, as the guardian saint of the Temple of Isis, she had no choice but to give everything to the Spirit.

At the end of the ceremony, Her Holiness boarded the boat and left the shore, where she would be visiting the Ronnie River on behalf of Isis Goddess. Thousands of people continued to kneel ashore and worship the Virgin's roof until the ship disappeared from the sky.

The boat went down in the heart of the river, and Maria sat on the balcony on the third floor of the boat building, staring at the tremendous running water, wondering what was going on. Gabriel's long sword stood beside her, on both sides of the lower deck, and the Virgin's entourage was sprinkling the river with all kinds of prepared offerings, dough and monsters kneaded in sheep oil, symbolizing the legendary story of Central Osiris killing monsters and protecting the inhabitants of Israel.

At this point, the tears of the gods set on the Virgin's staff suddenly shined a little gold on Maria's face. Gabriel's colored armor also reflects a faint golden glow.

Gabrielle whispered, “Holy Virgin, what are you doing? ”

Maria frowned slightly: "I didn't do anything or perform any magic. This is a spontaneous induction of the tears of the gods, which actually inspired my magic. ”

Gabriel wondered, “What is this, how can the tears of the gods feel spontaneously? I haven't seen anything like it in so long. ”

The golden light of the tears of the gods was only momentarily restored, and Maria looked at the staff and said, “I have never seen it before, but it is documented in the ancient scriptures that it is said that this is the guidance and summons of the gods, symbolizing some kind of metaphor - that the messenger of the gods or spirits will come. ”

Gabriel was surprised: "Holy Virgin, calm down! This legendary miracle has appeared, how can you be so calm? ”

Maria smiled and smiled: "My great samurai, the Virgin of the Guardian Spirit, should not be confused or surprised by the miracle. My heart trembles beyond your imagination, but I know how not to reveal it. I really felt something earlier, like there was a silent call somewhere. ”

More than two years away from Duke Town, Maria is 18 years old and is more mature than she was, and the five faces haven't changed much and can be seen at a glance. But almost no one who sees her will recall the Agame of the year. The girl in front of her is already the guardian of Isis Temple. There is an unspeakable and solemn atmosphere around her.

Her eyes were clear and calm, with silent mercy, and her gaze made people feel unknown. This is what the Spirit looked at, often ashamed and obscene. This is a change of temperament and inner meaning, but it always carries the shadow of that young girl, Aikoo, but not everyone can see it.

Gabriel asked, "Where does the summoning sensation come from? ”

Maria stretched her hand down a finger: "Just far away from where we were going. ”

……

Maria didn't know that the tears of the gods on her staff were suddenly golden, while Amon was waving his bones out, and the tears of the gods passed through the magic shield, hitting Vitru in the face. And even more unclear to Amon, Maria was sailing along the Ronnie River, getting closer to where he was.

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The next morning, when the dawn was bright, Amon finally stood on his staff. He heard the buzzing sound, and many flies shook their wings and landed on traumatized bodies. Two other wild dogs were tearing * * * 's body apart and were struck by Amon, who was unwilling to run back into the mountain forest.

Amon looked at Haven's body and sighed softly. The samurai almost killed him, but eventually died on his hands. To date, he is the scariest and most respectable opponent Amon has ever encountered, but his name is unclear. Haven't attacked Ammon at the last minute, he could have escaped.

It may be that Amon was not at all an opponent, or that he had to accomplish his mission, and Haven ended up dead here. Amon didn't want his body to be fought by wild dogs, a wand ball fell, and the flames spread all over Haven, burning him to ashes.

Amon thought about it and decided to burn all the bodies, all of them had been killed by him, all the resentment had ended, and they did not have to be exposed to the wilderness, and Amon did not want to leave traces of the war. Before the bodies were burned, Amon had not forgotten to search their relics, as his belongings were scattered in chaos with the bodies.

The pieces found need not be counted, there are some sacred stones and coins, as well as weapons and canes. The most precious cane, of course, is the * * * one, and Vitru's cane is good. Two scrolls were found on Vitru's body and a scroll was left in the ashes after Haven's remains were incinerated. But the most important relics are two, both in Vitru's arms.

The first thing was a sacred stone with a magical array of decorative bases. It looked like a beautiful lamp, and Amon recognized it! The old maniac's message taught him how to make all sorts of artifacts, and mentioned "Lamp of Pursuit”. If it is very difficult for Amon to collect the material himself, and he does not know how many times it has to fail to make it, he has a precious finished product today. He understood the use and purpose of the instrument so that he could fully understand why he could not escape tracing.

The second thing is a book letter, sealed in a cowhide case and treated by magic. If the person who obtained this letter cannot unravel the magic array on the envelope, the letter inside will be destroyed when the envelope is opened, and naturally nothing can be seen. But there was no difficulty with Amon, who opened the letter intact. The contents of the letter are written in the language of the Ecumenical God and are not understood by the general public. But Amon was able to read these words.

The letter was written by Julian to another high priest of the Temple of Isis, Burke, and Amon took a breath of cold air after reading it, mentioning someone he was familiar with - Virgin Mary and Gabriel the Great Samurai - as well as secrets he had never known before.

Julian plotted with Burke to get the Virgin of Maria to give a new order to redeploy him from Strait City State back to Dreamfield in the name of an emergency. The letter also referred to Gabriel, who said that the Virgin was ignorant at a young age, that many things were Gabriel's assistance, and that a way should be found to remove Gabriel from the temple so that she would not have a chance to return. Julian recommended his SS captain Haven, saying that the samurai had a good chance of being promoted to the rank of a great samurai, who could then take Gabriel's place.

Amon, who knew only that Aikom had become the Virgin of Isis Temple, now knew that the high priest of Isis Temple had other selfish intentions, seemed unwilling to give up all that was already there, only to make the Virgin a symbolic puppet, even with the intention of murdering Gabriel. It seems Gabriel is now the heaviest assistant to the Virgin, who was supposed to be the High Priest, and I'm sure Aikom's life will not be very comfortable.

Amon watched for half a day, and just emerging from the death threat, he began to worry about Aikom again. Anyway, his destination is Memphis, so be sure to try to get this letter to Aimeur so she can be prepared and prepared. In Amon's mind, Alcohol Maria, despite being the Virgin of Isis Temple, will always be the weak, pure girl for him.

Ammon Ben doesn't know why he's going to Memphis to see the famous capital of Ehu on his way to the mainland? It was only then that I suddenly realized that -- because of Aimette.

When he stepped out of the mountains and faced a strange and unknown world, he first went to King Barren to find Medanzo, then to Cape Town State to return Nero's staff, and the third stop was the home of nothing in his heart. Aimette was dreaming that, although she was the Virgin above all people, Amon had to see for herself before she could let go, even if only to see her from afar.

Seeing this letter, Amon realizes that he is right. Is there really a divine summons and guidance in the underworld?

Amon carefully packed the letter and put everything he was going to take with him in his bones, then set fire to the bodies and relics. He himself changed a new set of clothes from Tas Hun and threw old clothes stained with blood into the fire. The flames rose with smoke, and everything that happened here dissipated with the wind.

After a night's rest, Amon was far from recovering, he could barely lift his bones off the ground, and took a lot of effort to put them in the pockets of his clothes and hide them under his ribs.

Amon even put the iron branch cane in his bones, folded a real branch in his hand and walked out of the valley. As the sun rose to the edge of the tree, he finally came to the running Ronnie River, moving southwards up the river, and the ferry was recently in that direction, a long way from here.

The sun was not very hot, but Amon grew sweaty and sweaty, breathing faster and faster until he gasped. He felt dizzy, nauseous, soft and dark in front of his eyes. There were always star spots gleaming in his sight, and his footsteps were getting heavier and harder to lift. Every step he took, his footprints were dragged long on the beach, so that he could barely stand still with the branches.

Amon once had this feeling that it was before he met Abel and the Hidden Brothers outside Uruk City State that he had consumed excessive power. And this time, it's not just magic, it's physical strength and energy that have exceeded the limits of what you can afford, and it's too much blood loss to hold on to at this moment.

Short breaks last night did not slow him down, they just pressured him hard. He knew very well that he had to quickly find a place where people smoked, otherwise he would faint in the wilderness without protection and could only die. That's why Ammon was so vigorous at dawn to pack up the battlefield and walk to the ferry, but it was at this time that the wounds struck again, coming with unusually fierce intensity and exceeding expectations.

I don't know how far the ferry is. I can't see a single person looking down. This desolate beach is endless and long. A young man's stubborn and lonely figure slowly walks by. His footsteps are getting heavier. With every extra step, the branches in his hand are inserted a little deeper into the dirt. Finally, when he heard a "click”, the branches broke and he fell to the ground.

Amon tried his best to climb up, but eventually he just turned his back and lay on the beach. Even his eyelids became as heavy as the two mountains, so he opened his eyes to the sun. The light in front of him sparkled like there were countless transparent flying mosquito dances, and the dirt beneath him seemed to emit a strange smell, leaving his consciousness in a trance.

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