Part 2 The Faceless Man Chapter 235 – Amon’s Possible Origin
Amon …… Klein pronounced this word in his mind.
He originally thought that the “blasphemer” who frequented the Silver City in the “Godforsaken Land” was a descendant of the ancient Amon family, who inherited the legacies of his ancestors to step by step reach the demigod level, but who knew that the other party had probably lived for more than 2,000 years, and was a member of the Amon family during its peak! member at its peak!
Old antique ah …… What is he doing nothing to build a mausoleum for himself? Fake death to get away, or another reason, such as the traces left by the fixed time in his body? He was able to survive from the 4th to the 5th era by preying on the lives of others? I originally guessed that he was Sequence 3, Sequence 2, and today I see that Sequence 1 is not impossible, long time will always bring the essence of the enhancement …… Klein sometimes puzzled, sometimes speculation, thoughts like boiling water, gurgling.
”Mannequin,” Horamik tugged at his throat, accidentally pulling off a piece of skin, revealing the unusually complex mechanics inside.
His voice filtered out from that location, taking on a slightly leaky quality:
”You guys search the bodies on the ground, don’t come near this side.”
”Yes, His Eminence the Archbishop!” Iconser and the others were visibly relieved.
Those corpses on the ground had long since coalesced extraordinary properties within them, and some had even combined with a certain body part to form magical items that made people} panic.
In addition, the dead had various things with them.
The “Mechanical Heart” harvest was not small, and together with the “Ghost Picture Frame” and “Human Skin Phantom Characteristics”, it made up for the insanity! “Wash the ground” expenses …… big investment for high returns …… Klein’s eyes lingered on the ground for a while.
He took a breath, pulled up his eyes, and followed the unlit “mannequin” Horamik toward the other wall of the coffin.
At this point, the mirror, Aroldus, curtly brightened the image, making things clearer in front of him.
Klein saw that the opposite wall had been “weathered” rapidly, and many of the murals had been destroyed, and could not be restored to their previous state.
The only more complete, barely visible, colorful mural was located at the top of the wall, and took up half of the dome.
It depicted a lofty, rolling mountain range, with a massive, taller-than-mountain cross erected on the highest main peak.
The cross was veiled in layers of light and appeared unusually holy.
In front of it, there was a majestic and tall figure, and the mountains seemed like pets prostrate at his feet.
The figure was surrounded by one angel after another with two, four, or six wings on their backs, holding trumpets, playing harps, or playing flutes, looking pious and joyful.
Below the mountains, two angels bearing twelve wings on their backs, each carrying a baby, humbly walked toward the top.
The baby on the left had slightly curly black hair, while the one on the right had long, light blonde hair.
One of their eyes was dark, the other golden.
Elsewhere in the mountain range, there were vague depictions of giants in chainmail, dragons whose feet were bound so that they could never land on the ground.
Horamik looked first at the baby to his left, his compassionate expression growing more and more grave.
He pronounced a word in a very low, very soft voice:
”Amon.”
Immediately afterward, he turned to the baby on his right and was silent for a few seconds before spitting out a name:
”Adam ……”
Amon, Adam …… Klein repeated the two names, feeling the fog hanging over the history of the Quaternary and Tertiary eras thicken.
He combined the various sources he had heard and made certain guesses in his mind on the fly:
On top of the mountain, the figure in front of the glorious cross is surrounded by angels, and there are giants and dragons submitting to it, so it must be the representative of the True God who is in the Sequence 0……. Another person who loves to use the cross as a symbolic component of the symbols is the “True Creator”… …Rumor has it that the original Amon was a descendant of the ancient sun god, but the one on top of the mountain doesn’t look like a pure sun god……
Could it be that K is the “all-creating, all-knowing, all-powerful god” that Silver City believes in?
This is in line with the Silver City’s myths and legends, where the Creator awakens and strips the “King of Giants” and the “Dragon of Imagination” of their powers. ……
The so-called Ancient Sun God is in fact the Creator of Silver City who created everything, perhaps mastering the domains of the Sun and Time, and the “King of Giants” Ormil, the “Dragon of Ideas” and the “King of Giants”. The authority of “Dragon of Ideas” Anglewild should also be returned. ……
This can’t be covered by Sequence 0 ……
So, the original Amon was a descendant of the “Creator of all things, omniscient and omnipotent God” of Silver City, and inherited the extraordinary properties of the Time Domain? That would seem to explain the decades he spent in the dungeon of Silver City.
In addition to him, there is another descendant of the “Lord, the Creator, the Omniscient God”, called Adam …….
What did the original Adam inherit, are there any descendants left, and if so, where are they ……
What is the relationship between the “true Creator” and the One? Simply imitating each other, using the title Creator and the symbol of the cross? Or is there some deeper connection between the two?
Kraven didn’t let his doubts show too much, after all, the Mirror Arodes was probably sizing him up.
Horamik gazed at the mural for a while, then suddenly took a few steps forward, extended his palms, and pressed them against the wall.
Wordlessly, the magnificent mural disintegrated, turning into flakes of stone that fell to the ground, and even the colors evaporated and dissipated as fast as they could.
The Church of the God of Steam and Machinery is consciously covering up the history of the Third and Fourth Ages …… Other churches are doing the same? Klein frowned and followed the “mannequin” Horamik to the other side.
Halfway around, they found something else:
A stone door with only an outline loomed in the corner.
At this point, the “mannequin” Horamik joints have continued to make a rattling sound of friction, but this did not stop it quickly approached the door, stretching out his right hand, trying to push.
Above the stone door, there was a watery light floating, condensing a scene so real that it seemed to be able to touch it directly:
Wave after wave of deep blue waves surged forward, where there was a black mist so thick that it seemed like liquid.
A jagged mountain protruded from the fog, continuously flowing downward with slime.
After this mountain peak, the black mist was boundless, with no end in sight.
Its bottom likewise had no limit, and the deeper one looked, the more ethereal it felt, as if once something fell, it would always be falling.
What kind of place is this? Klein muttered inwardly with an unchanged expression.
Horamik withdrew his palms and watched a scene like that fade until it disappeared.
He tilted his head back and muttered to himself with a half-quizzical, half-sigh:
”The Abyss ……”
Abyss? That was the source of all depravity, the abyss that was said to be able to corrupt true gods? Kraven was quite stunned, but the former “Joker” kept his face and limbs in good shape.
He immediately thought of something, Rossel, who was exploring the Sea of Mists, once deviated from the course and left a puzzling sentence:
”I saw the abyss.”
Klein recalled the layers of waves that surged towards the black mist and vaguely had a speculation:
”Somewhere in the Sea of Mists is the entrance to the Abyss?”
Immediately after that, he looked at the stone door again, suspecting that the Amon who had frequented Silver City had utilized some kind of ritual to make this mausoleum, and instead of leaving normally, he had made use of a special passageway to travel to the abyss, and thus had truly passed away in the eyes of most people.
As for whether the Silver City or the “Abandoned Land” is somewhere in the Abyss, Klein can not be sure, after all, this mausoleum’s history is at least 1,500 years old, Amon has plenty of time to use the Abyss to go to other places.
Would he still return occasionally and take time? If he found out that his grave had been dug up, the expression on his face must be wonderful …… Klein was inexplicably a little happy.
At that moment, the “mannequin” Horamik gripped his left hand with his right palm and twisted it violently.
In a creaking sound, his left hand folded down with his wrist, but no bone broke through the skin and brought out flesh and blood.
A black, cold, heavy metal tube was set inside his left wrist!
His entire left arm was a small-caliber Mystic artillery!
Worthy of the “mechanical heart”, hiding a mole of black technology, but this kind of thing is too demanding, too expensive, obviously can only be provided to specific personnel, can not be installed in the army …… Klein felt that today is really an eye-opener, fortunate to see the development of another direction of the mysterious world. direction of the mysterious world.
The only problem is that the conservation of extraordinary properties, “craftsmen” are limited, and many things can not be mass-produced.
The “mannequin” Horamik pressed his left wrist against the stone door.
The sound of gears biting and turning resounded within him, and a strong spiritual glow erupted.
A light like day appeared and disappeared.
The stone door suddenly turned into pure powder, as if it had never existed.
Destroyed the door? “Blasphemer” Amon would be amusing if he encountered an emergency and tried to return here, only to find that he couldn’t open the door……. Klein imagined that kind of scene and almost lost his smile.
The exploration of the Amon family mausoleum came to an end, and the image around Klein sharply contracted into the background.
An illusory and ancient eerie silver mirror floated in mid-air, with shimmering black gems like eyes on either side.
White words were quickly outlined on the mirror’s surface:
”Your faithful servant Arodes reports in and stands ready to serve you again.”
Instinctively a little wary and uncomfortable in the face of this too-enthusiastic fellow, Klein nodded gently:
”Very well, you may leave first.”
”Yes, great being above the spirit world.” After Arodes floated out the line of words, it let the scene around it shatter completely.
After making sure that its power had left his dream world, Klein thoughtfully muttered to himself:
”A great existence above the spirit world? It did vaguely detect the gray mist ……
”Does this evil-tasteful magic mirror really want to defect to me, or does it have another purpose?
”Let’s cautiously observe it first, besides, it’s at the ‘Heart of Machinery’, I don’t want to be covered in cannon fire for three rounds ……”
Collecting his thoughts, Klein began to envision tomorrow.
After “Mechanical Heart” finished organizing the harvest, he should be allowed to pick out the items!