Chapter 3314 Ilsi: Kill him and thank me!

"Don't throw the puppets around, or you'll be tracked."

Amon seized Klein's En puppet, the winner Enuni. He took out a crystal monocle from his pocket, slowly put it on his right eye, and persuaded with a smile.

In the luxurious room, Klein had lost control of his body, and couldn't even move a finger. It was as if he had become Amon's puppet. He had been deeply parasitized by Amon. His eyes were full of despair and fear. He stared at Amon who was walking in front of him, and the other party spoke a sentence that made Klein despair.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun!"

This is Chinese. Amon stole Klein's thoughts and finally uttered very standard Chinese. This sentence has extraordinary magic and is a ritual of sensing the source castle.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun!"

Amon recited this sentence one by one. The despair in Klein's eyes became stronger and stronger, and his eyes dimmed. He had already felt that his soul was sinking more and more, falling into the darkest abyss. A fear surged in his heart, and he was powerless to struggle.

Every time Amon took a step forward, he would perform a ritual and recite the phrase "Fu Sheng Wuliang Tianzun". Klein felt an endless darkness shrouding him.

As Amon took the last step and said the last spell, an endless gray-white mist suddenly appeared in front of Klein's eyes, and layers of prayers rang in his ears.

After Klein was promoted to a Sequence 3 Ancient Scholar, he had a preliminary grasp of Sefirah Castle. For Amon's prayer, he still needed his permission to enter Sefirah Castle above the gray fog.

"Reject Him!"

As soon as this thought came to Klein's mind, he forgot it in an instant. He stood there expressionlessly like a sculpture. The thought of rejection that had just arisen in his mind had been stolen by Amon, and he could not stop Amon at all.

Klein felt unprecedented despair. The sound of prayers kept ringing in his ears, and the gray-white mist kept rolling. Amon did not enter Sefirah Castle, and a trace of joy suddenly rose in his heart.

If he wanted to enter above the gray fog, Klein must actively control Sefirah Castle to agree. There was no such option as default. Klein's last straw appeared. Although Amon could steal his thoughts, he could not change his will and let him actively agree to the other party entering the gray fog.

The only ray of hope appeared. Klein grasped this idea in his heart. Amon also felt this belief. The corners of his mouth slightly curled up, revealing a faint smile, and said.

"Respected Mr. Fool, your idea is really interesting. Sometimes death is not the most terrible thing. Maybe soon, you will give up the idea of ​​​​surviving!"

Klein's heart sank when he heard the name of Mr. Fool. Why is Amon so sure that he is the Fool, not the Fool's follower? Where did he reveal his flaws?

"Tsk, are you curious about why I am so sure?"

"Sit down, you're welcome!"

Amon sat on the sofa unceremoniously, as if he was the owner of this house, and took the initiative to invite Klein to sit down. As the voice fell, Klein involuntarily took a step and walked to the opposite side of Amon and sat down.

"Do you think I don't know that this ritual won't allow me to enter Sefirah Castle?"

"When you were promoted to Ancient Scholar, I saw all the changes that happened in Sefirah Castle!"

"Why did he do this?"

As soon as this thought came to Klein's mind, Amon sensed it. He had a faint smile on his lips, full of evil charm.

"I just wanted to see your reaction, and your subconscious despair and instinctive rejection were very interesting. They made me sure that you are not a follower of the Fool, but the respected Mr. Fool!"

Amon was an extraordinary person of the Thief's Path. He was cunning and treacherous, good at deceiving and observing. He confirmed Klein's true identity from his reaction and thoughts.

The last bit of luck in Klein's heart was shattered. He didn't seem to react much and said very calmly.

"Kill me!"

Klein suddenly regained control of his body. Before he could recite the Goddess of Night, Amon stole his thoughts and controlled his body again.

"Then you can be resurrected from Sefirah Castle!"

Amon pressed the crystal lens in his right eye socket, and an interested smile appeared on his face. He stole Klein's thoughts again and learned this important information.

Klein didn't dare to have any thoughts. He had already understood a truth: the more he thought, the more mistakes he made, and the more secrets Amon would spy on.

"You don't need to worry so much. There is no irreconcilable contradiction between us!"

Amon seemed a little disappointed, shook his head, and said to Klein in a gentle tone.

"The only conflict between us is Sefirah Castle. As long as you give it to me, all conflicts between us can be resolved!"

"You don't need to worry about the real owner of Sefirah Castle being resurrected in your body, and you don't have to bear that heavy fate anymore!"

"And I will also take care of the follow-up arrangements for my brother. You can become extremely relaxed and kill two birds with one stone, isn't it good?"

"I can even maintain the organization you founded for you. Isn't it interesting?"

The crystal lens worn by Amon reflected the light and shot into Klein's heart, touching his biggest worry. All the gifts of fate have already been secretly marked with prices. How much price does he need to pay?

"If you think this price is not enough, I can make you my favored one. In the future, you will be promoted to a Sequence 2 angel, and you will be the pope of my church. How about that?"

Klein's heart skipped a beat. Amon had taken over almost all of his difficulties and worries, leaving only the benefits. Klein originally didn’t have much ambition to become a god and control the Origin Castle, but he was still wary of Amon, a top fraudster, and couldn’t believe the other party’s promises. After all, the other party’s reputation was too bad. Anyone who believed in Amon would be buried in the grave. The grass is several meters high.

"You'd better kill me!"

Klein repeated this sentence again, like a ruthless repeating machine, which made Amon frown slightly, with a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

"Is this the only thing you can say?"

"You can't take away my destiny at all, because you can't afford it!"

Klein has been keenly aware of this, so he feels confident. Now Amon doesn't dare to kill him, and he can't take away his identity or steal his destiny, so he doesn't need to worry too much about his own safety.

Amon nodded very calmly, his eyes calmed down, he looked at Klein and said calmly.

"Yes, you guessed it right, that's why I want to reach a peaceful deal with you!"

"But since you rejected this deal, I can only take you to see my true form. If I take away your destiny then, your ending will not be so good!"

Amon saw that Klein was indifferent and stopped talking nonsense. He stood up and walked out of the room, with Klein following behind like a doll.

Klein didn't dare to think too much, but he needed a way to save himself. This contradictory thing made him feel like he was going crazy, and there was no hope of escape for a while.

In Queens, Ilsey's brown eyes were deep and quiet, like a calm and deep spiritual sea. There was a magic net inside, covering all the creatures who had not been promoted to true gods. He sensed the entanglement between Klein and Amon, In a flash, he disappeared into the villa and appeared in the woods on the outskirts of Backlund.

Klein stood on the branch of a thick ancient tree, with a bright white light shining all over him. Countless strange symbols condensed into the void, twisted and changed, and combined into an illusory spear. The shape of this gun was strange and exaggerated, and the barrel was extremely It was more than three meters long, and there was a scope on it. Ilsey spiritually locked onto Klein's Qi machine, put his finger on the trigger, and murmured with a faint smile on his face.

"This time I stopped George III and Utopian Angel Adam was promoted to Sequence 0. I owed Klein a favor, and I will repay it to him this time!"

"Of course the main reason is that I also want to experience what it would be like to kill someone and be thanked by the other person?"

Amon led Klein out of the room. The surrounding space began to become distorted and illusory. The gorgeous colors were like an oil painting, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion. The angel began to use the ability to teleport, and the two figures disappeared. In Backlund, he appeared outside the suburbs.

"Bang!"

The figures of Amon and Klein had just appeared, and before they could stand still, a clear gunshot was heard in their ears, and a strange-shaped bullet passed through the space and appeared in their sight.

"steal!"

Amon secretly thought something bad, and moved his fingers, trying to steal the bullet, but he failed. Strange runes appeared on the bullet, and the light of magic shone, eliminating the ability to steal. The bullet was merciless. It shot into the forehead of the confused Klein.

"laugh!"

Brains and blood spattered, and the corners of Klein's mouth began to grin crazily, his eyes flashed brightly, and his smile bloomed. Although he didn't know who was secretly sniping him, he was very grateful to the other party in his heart.

"Thanks for killing me!"

"Amon, you failed!"

Amon's face was gloomy and terrifying, as dark as the ashes at the bottom of a pot, and his eyes flashed with a ferocious and cold light, but he could not find any trace of the person who secretly shot him from his fate.

"Damn it! Who ruined my good deeds!"

Amon has never suffered such a big loss in all his years. He has always played tricks on others, but this time he was tricked and he did not know any information about the other party. This was a great shame for him.

In the distance, the light around Ilsi dissipated, and the exaggerated and unique sniper rifle also disappeared. A proud smile appeared on his face, and he said with great satisfaction.

"It turns out that it's such a feeling to kill the other party and the other party also expresses gratitude. It's quite good!"

Before he finished speaking, Ilsi's slender and upright figure disappeared. He didn't even pay attention to the angry and furious Amon, the insect of time. He was just a Sequence 1 angel, and he didn't take it to heart at all.

Backlund, where the parliament is located. Because King George III suddenly self-destructed, all the nobles and parliamentarians did not return to their homes. Instead, they were concentrated here and received heavy protection from the three major churches and the military.

Ilsi's true form is also here. He is wearing a black tuxedo, his figure is as tall as a pine tree, his temperament is calm, and he is an elegant gentleman. He stands quietly behind the railing on the second floor, looking down at the people on the first floor.

Because the death of George III was so sudden without any warning, it gave people an unreal and illusory feeling. Everyone looked a little confused and in a trance. Ilsey seemed to be watching a comedy show, and he was very amused.

All the nobles and members of parliament in the kingdom gathered in groups of three or five in different small rooms. From time to time, one of them came out, covered in smoke, dressed like a gentleman, and hurriedly joined the next discussion circle.

The noble ladies and young ladies sat in the lounge. Most of them had not yet come to their senses. Their eyes were dull and their minds were in a trance. They seemed to be frightened by the bloody scene of George III's death. Their graceful bodies were still trembling slightly.

There were also some parliamentary staff and middle and low-level military personnel running back and forth, contacting the inside and outside, and passing on the intelligence gathered from different places. They looked busy.

A gatekeeper in a red top and white trousers hurriedly ran from outside the parliament and handed a stack of papers to his superior. The middle-aged officer glanced at it, his expression changed slightly, and hurriedly sent it to a house in the center, where the most powerful people in the kingdom gathered, the top nobles, the prime minister, and the members of the House of Lords. They controlled the fate and development of the kingdom.

All this happened in a very quiet environment, with only the sound of footsteps and faint whispers echoing, as if it were a realistic giant screen oil painting, with gorgeous decoration, deep colors, dim lights, and confused expressions, creating another very depressing atmosphere.

Prime Minister Agusid was tall and thin, with sparse hair and sharp eyes. He looked around the people in the room, with a solemn expression on his face, and spoke.

"Everyone, Intis has assembled a large number of troops there under the pretext of a border dispute in the Honachis Mountains. A war that will sweep the world is about to begin!"

The top nobles of the Kingdom of Loen and the members of the House of Lords were shocked when they heard this, with different expressions. The sudden death of George III and the attack of the Feysac Empire have not been resolved yet. Now Intis is also going to go to war with the Kingdom of Loen. The fate of the kingdom has come to a crossroads, and no one knows what the future development and ending will be like!

Ilsi stood at the railing on the second floor, with no expression on his face. He seemed to be an outsider, and had no resonance with the discussion and concerns of the crowd. He just watched everything quietly. Whether George III died or Intis launched a war, it had no impact or meaning for him who had been promoted to a true god.

After two days of chaos, all the nobles and parliamentarians returned to their respective homes. Backlund had regained his composure, accepted the fact that George III had fallen, and began to actively face the next war.

At 3 o'clock in the afternoon on Monday, when the Tarot Club gathered, Audrey skillfully locked the bedroom door again, and the loyal golden retriever Susie guarded the door, not allowing anyone to disturb the blonde girl.

Audrey sat down familiarly, posed in a prayer posture, and chanted in a low voice in the ancient Hermes language.

"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the yellow and black king who controls good luck"

The scarlet light shone, and gray-white fog appeared in front of Audrey's eyes. She appeared in the majestic temple and sat in front of the long bronze table. She saw the mysterious and powerful Mr. Fool. At the same time, figures began to gather. They were the other members of the Tarot Club.

Ilsi felt the familiar aura, and her spirit escaped into the gray fog and appeared in the Hall of Knowledge. Feeling the Sefirah Castle that was not too far away, she smiled faintly and whispered.

"Now that the Hall of Knowledge has entered the gray fog, as a neighbor, maybe I should visit this Mr. Fool!"

Half an hour later, the members of the Tarot Club dispersed one after another, leaving only Klein, who was shrouded in gray fog. He looked solemn, and his eyes flashed with contemplation. Although he escaped Amon's control, he did not dare to show up, lest he be caught by the other party again. After all, it is not always so lucky to be sniped directly and resurrected from Sefirah Castle again.

"Before I am promoted to a Sequence 1 Secret Servant, I must hide my identity and keep a low profile, so as not to be discovered by Amon!"

"Knock, knock, knock!"

There was a knock on the door outside the temple, which woke Klein up and made him look shocked and confused. This is the source castle of the nine source elements above the gray fog. No one can enter without his permission, even if the other party is a god.

"Why is there a knock on the door?"

"Is Mr. Fool here? I am your neighbor. Please forgive me for visiting you without permission!"

A clear voice came into Klein's ears. He reacted and stood up. He looked towards the direction of the temple gate. With a thought, the temple door opened and a familiar figure appeared in Klein's sight.

"Ilsi Hall!"

Klein's surprised voice sounded in the spacious and empty temple. He showed a look of shock on his face. He never thought that the person who came here would be Miss Justice's brother.

"I am the God of Secrets and Magic! I am a hermit who peeks into the trajectory of fate and spreads the magic of arcane brilliance!"

"Klein, you can call me by my divine name!"

Ilsi walked leisurely to the long bronze table and sat on the bronze chair that symbolized justice. She was shining with a white light, mysterious and powerful, making Klein dare not look directly at her. If he had not been above the gray fog, he would have been polluted and eroded by the terrifying spiritual brilliance and become her puppet.

"This chair belongs to Audrey, it's quite comfortable to sit on!"

Ilsi twisted her buttocks, leaned back on the back of the chair, and said with a lazy and comfortable expression on her face.

"You dragged Audrey into the world of the Beyonders without permission. Shouldn't you give me an explanation?!"

As soon as these words came out, the gray fog surged, and a heavy pressure enveloped Klein. If he hadn't been able to initially control the Source Castle, he would not have been able to withstand this quasi-Old Day-level terrifying momentum.

"I"

Klein opened and closed his mouth, but didn't know how to start, looking embarrassed and nervous.

Seeing this, Ilsi chuckled, put away her momentum, waved her hand, and said like an acquaintance.

"Don't be nervous, I was just joking just now. We are so familiar with each other, you should just call me by my name!"