074, The Call of God

At some point, a layer of ice had condensed on the ground in front of Amon. The floating fog had not completely dissipated. A layer of white mist adhered to the ground just covered the ice layer. The surface of the ice layer also had ripples flowing with the fog, as if it was a semi-melt state, making it even less likely to be noticed.

If Haiwen could still stabilize his body on the ice, but now he was at the end of his strength and slipped out of control. But his reaction was very fast and he did not give up the attack even though his body could not control it. The short knife held in both hands was still bright and swept towards Amon's waist.

Amon arched his body and pushed the staff to block the knife. The light of the knife shattered, and the blade slipped along the staff. The tip of the knife had already stabbed into Amon's chest. Even if it was one inch further forward, it could pierce the heart and kill Amon, but the battle ended at this moment. Amon's staff also smashed downwards, hitting the back of Haiwen's head. The warrior died on the spot without even humming. The short knife took off his hand and threw his upper body on Amon's leg. Amon was thrown to the ground by him and did not get up for a long time.

After a long time, Amon struggled to sit up, lifted Hawen's body aside, the wounds on his back shoulders, chest, waist, and thighs no longer bleeding, but were heartbroken. In the desperate battle just now, he finally won with his magical skills. The only remaining weak magic power made him able to cast the simplest magic with his staff.

A layer of ice condensed silently on the ground was the first time that the old madman asked Amon to practice. He suppressed Ma Qi in this way. Today, when facing a powerful enemy, it was still this move that saved his life at the last moment.

Amon was so tired that he couldn't even stand up, and he ignored the corpses and the spilled things in the fields. He sat quietly in the place and closed his eyes to rest. The violent gasps gradually calmed down. Schrödinger didn't know where he ran and never came back. Amon sat there until dark, without opening his eyes or moving. Once he relaxed between life and death, he was exhausted and didn't even want to move.

When the sky turned completely dark, Amon stretched out his hand and picked up the staff and stood it in front of him. A soft white light quietly sprinkled on him. This was the healing magic technique he used with the magic power he had condensed for most of the day. The wound that was no longer bleeding slowly healed, but the pain and the injuries suffered in his body were not healed. He put down the staff weakly and began to practice the magic technique meditation every night.

Just when Amon and Vitru and others encountered each other, Julian, who was far away in the Strait City State, couldn't help but sweat. The high priest of the Temple of Isis had just checked Nero's private notes and found the article mentioned in the last words. Only then did he know that the scroll left by Nero to Amon was the legendary "Storm of Destruction"!

The reason why it is called a legend is that this kind of scroll is almost impossible to make successfully. Except for the records in secret books, few people have actually seen it. It is a high-level scroll that can be unfolded by mastering the intermediate magic, but "Storm of Destruction" is different from any other scroll. To inspire it, it must be at the cost of the user's life, and its power cannot be controlled at all.

Nero spent several years and devoted countless efforts to condense his magic power to successfully produce it. It was not to use it, but just a challenge to prove himself. He finally reached the peak of his scroll making skills! Once the storm of destruction unfolded, it will not only burn out the user's life, but also destroy all life within the range of power. It is said that even the gods will be severely damaged.

Julian thought of a possibility—

If Amon hadn't told the truth, the three scrolls left by Nero alone were still in his hands, then when his life was threatened and he planned to die with his enemies, the storm of destruction was the last choice. If Amon really used this scroll, he would of course be dead, and Vitru, Haven and others would not think of coming back again.

If this is the case, the operation will not be worth the loss. The captain of the guard and his confidant entourage disappeared inexplicably, and Julian didn't know how to explain it.

Julian could only ask for the gods' blessings. Amon did not use the scroll. Either he was not a magician, or Vitru and others did not give him the chance to use the scroll. Julian thought again that even if Amon was a magician, he might not be able to have a mid-level achievement. His worries were unnecessary. He smiled like a self-deprecatingly and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

When Julian, who was in the cape city-state, was sweating coldly, a girl also showed a surprised expression on a large boat in the Ronnie God River.

This luxurious ship is made of snow fir trees, with its head and tail raised like a crescent moon. The hull is painted in beautiful light gold by precious trees, and is also engraved with Eju divine texts and various complex divine art formations. In addition to the ship under the deck, the ship tower on the deck is three-story high, decorated with luxurious, mysterious and solemn. It is the ship that governs the Temple of Isis, which represents the pharaoh's control of the Temple of Isis, which is under the control of the Pharaoh.

The sacrifice ceremony to the Ronnie River twice a year is presided over by the pharaoh of the Saint Maiden of the Temple of Isis. This ceremony is actually to throw herds of cattle and sheep into the Ronnie River to feed crocodiles, but it symbolizes the sacrifice to the god of Ajumi and the guardian god of Ronnie River Osiris. Therefore, it is very important and the scene is very grand and grand.

The saint's attendance was just a presidency. The priests led the people to slaughter the slaughtered on the shore, and the prescribed number of cattle and sheep were thrown into the river. Groups of crocodiles swam over to compete for food, and opened their bloody mouths to tear them with sharp fangs. This terrifying scene made thousands of people invisibly feel a deep awe of the gods deep in their hearts.

Maria was holding a staff and wearing a golden crown, sitting on the platform far away from the shore without expression. She didn't want to see the scene by the river, but just prayed silently to Goddess Isis in her heart. If it were a few years ago, this weak and pure girl would have never dreamed that she would preside over such a ceremony, but now as the guardian saint of the Temple of Isis, she had no choice but to choose, and she had dedicated everything to the gods.

After the ceremony, the Saint Maiden boarded the boat and sailed off the shore. She was about to patrol the Ronnie River on behalf of Goddess Isis. Thousands of people were still kneeling on the shore and worshipped the Saint Maiden's ship until the big ship disappeared in the horizon.

The boat was flowing down the river. Maria sat on the veranda on the third floor of the boat building, looking at the vast flowing water and wondered what she was thinking. Gabriel stood beside her. On both sides of the deck below, the saint's entourage was sprinkling various prepared offerings into the river, dough and various monsters made of sheep oil, symbolizing the legendary story of Osiris killing monsters and protecting the people of Egypt.

At this moment, the tears of the gods embedded in the saint's staff suddenly emitted a little golden light, shining on Mary's face. Gabriel's colored armor also reflected a faint golden light.

Gabriel was slightly stunned and asked in a low voice: "Sir, what are you doing?"

Maria frowned slightly and said, "I did nothing and did not use any magical techniques. This is the spontaneous sensing of the tears of the gods, which actually touched my magic power."

Gabriel asked in confusion: "What's going on? How could the tears of the gods have spontaneous sensation? I've never seen such a thing before for so long."

The tears of the gods emitted golden light in just a moment, and then they returned to normal. Maria looked at the staff and thought, "I have never seen it before, but it is recorded in ancient books that it is said that this is the guidance and call of the gods, symbolizing some kind of metaphor - the gods or messengers of the gods are coming."

Gabriel said in surprise: "Sir Saint, you are so calm! This legendary miracle has appeared, are you so calm?"

Maria smiled slightly: "My great warrior, as the saint of the guardian god, should not be confused or surprised by the miracles. The vibration in my heart exceeded your imagination, but I already knew how not to reveal it. I really felt something just now, and there seemed to be a silent summon somewhere."

It has been more than two years since Kaiduke Town. Maria is eighteen years old this year. Her body is more mature than before. Her facial features have not changed much and she can still recognize her at first sight. However, those who see her will almost never think of Aiko back then. The girl in front of her is already the guardian saint of Isis Temple, and there is a solemn and solemn atmosphere that cannot be described.

Her eyes were clear and quiet, with silent compassion. Under her eyes, people inexplicably felt that this was the gods watching, and they often felt ashamed of themselves and dared not look at them. This was a change in temperament and an inner connotation, but it always carried the shadow of the girl Aiko back then, but not everyone could see it.

Gabriel asked again: "Where does that inspiration of the summoning come from?"

Maria reached out and pointed downstream: "Just far away we are moving forward."

Maria was not sure that the tears of the gods on her staff suddenly emitted golden light, while Amon was struggling to sway his bones. The tears of the gods passed through the magic shield and hit Vitru's face. Amon was even less sure that Maria was coming along the Ronnie River in a boat and gradually approaching where he was.

The next day, when the dawn was dawn, Amon finally stood up with his staff. He heard a buzzing sound, and many flies shook their wings and landed on the traumatized corpses. Two wild dogs were tearing Obama's body, but Amon was alarmed and ran into the forest again unwillingly.

Amon sighed softly at Haiwen's body in front of him. The warrior almost killed him, but eventually died at his hands. So far, he was the most terrifying and respectable opponent Amon has encountered, but he is not sure what his name is. If Haiwen did not attack Amon at the last moment, he could have escaped.

Perhaps he thought Amon was not an opponent at all, or perhaps he had to complete the task, and Hawen eventually died here. Amon didn't want his body to be eaten by wild dogs. He waved his staff and fire ball fell down, and the flames spread and wrapped around Hawen and burned him to ashes.

Amon thought about it and decided to burn all the corpses. All these people had been killed by him, and all their hatreds had been settled. There was no need to let them expose the corpses in the wilderness. Moreover, Amon did not want to leave traces of this battle. Before the corpse was burned, Amon had not forgotten to search the relics of these people, because his things were scattered in a mess with these corpses.

There is no need to count the fragmented items found. There are some divine stones and coins, as well as weapons and staff. The most precious staff is of course Obama's one, and Vitru's staff is also good. Two scrolls were found on Vitru's body, and one scroll was also left in the ashes of Havan's body after the burning of Havan's body. But the most important relics are two, both of which are obtained from Vitru's arms.

The first thing was a divine stone inlaid with the base of the magic array pattern. It looked like an exquisite lamp, and Amon actually recognized it! The old madman's message taught him how to make various magical objects, which mentioned the "Light of Death". If Amon himself had a very difficult time collecting materials, and he didn't know how many times it would take to make it, he got a precious finished product today. He knew the usage and purpose of this magic weapon, and then he fully understood why he could never get rid of tracking.

The second thing is a letter, sealed in a cowhide cover and has been processed by divine art. If the person who obtained this letter cannot untie the magic array on the envelope, the letter inside will be destroyed when he opens the envelope, and naturally nothing can be seen. But this did not stump Amon, and he opened the letter intact. The content of the letter is written in the Aju God text, which ordinary people cannot understand. But Amon can understand these words.

The letter was written by Julian to Burke, another high priest in the Temple of Isis. After reading it, Amon took a breath and mentioned the people he was familiar with - Saint Mary and the Great Samurai Gabriel, and also the secrets he had never known before.

Julian conspired with Burke to try to get Saint Mary to return to Meng Feisi in the name of emergency. The letter also mentioned Gabriel, saying that the Saint was young and ignorant, and that many things were helped by Gabriel, and that she should find a way to transfer Gabriel from the temple so that she would not have the chance to come back. Julian recommended his own guard captain, Havan, and said that the warrior had a great hope of being promoted to the Great Warrior and could replace Gabriel's position at that time.

Amon originally only knew that Aiko had become the saint of the Temple of Isis, but now he knew that the high priest of the Temple of Isis had other selfish intentions. He seemed not willing to give up his full strength. He just wanted the saint to be a symbolic puppet, and even had the intention to murder Gabriel. It seemed that Gabriel was now the most respected assistant around the Saint, and the saint's assistant should have been the high priest. I guess Aiko's life would not be very comfortable.

After watching for a long time, Amon, who had just escaped from the threat of death, began to worry about Ako again. Anyway, his destination was Meng Feisi, and he must try to hand over this letter to Ako so that she could be prepared and prevented. In Amon's mind, although Ako Maria has become the saint of the Temple of Isis, for him, he will always be the weak and pure girl.

Amon didn't know why he wanted to go to Meng Feisi, to see the famous capital of Eju while traveling to the mainland? Then he suddenly realized that it was because of Aiko.

When he walked out of the mountains and faced a strange and unknown world, he went to the capital of Barron to find Medanzo in the first stop, and went to the cape city-state to return Nero's staff. The third stop was the vague land of concern in his heart. Aiko was in Meng Feisi. Although she was a saint above all people, Amon had to take a look at it himself, so that he could let go of her, even if he could only see her from afar.

Seeing this letter, Amon realized that he was right. Is there really a call and guidance from the gods?

Amon carefully put away the letter, put all the things he wanted to take into his bones, and then ignited the fire to burn the corpse and relics. He himself changed into a new set of clothes sent by Tas Hungary and threw the blood-stained old clothes into the fire. The flames rose with thick smoke, and everything that happened here dissipated with the wind.

After only one night of rest, Amon was far from recovering and almost couldn't pick up the bone from the ground. It took a lot of effort to put it in the pocket of his clothes and hide it under his ribs.

Amon even put the iron branch staff into his bones, broke a real branch in his hand, and staggered out of the valley. When the sun rose to the treetops, he finally came to the rushing Ronnie River, walking south along the river towards the upstream. The nearest ferry crossing is in that direction, and there is still a long way to go.

The sun was not very hot, but Amon gradually sweated, sweating all over his body, his breathing became more and more rapid until he was panting. He felt dizzy, nausea, his body became weak, and his eyes were black. There were always light flashing in his sight, and his footsteps became heavier and he couldn't even lift them up. Every step he took, his footprints were dragged long on the river beach, and he could barely stand firm with his branches.

Amon once had this feeling. The last time he met the brothers Abel and Cain in the suburbs of Uruk City-State, he consumed his mana excessively. And this time, he consumed not only mana, physical strength, and energy that had exceeded his ability to bear. In addition, he suffered too much injury and blood loss, so he could no longer hold on.

The short rest last night did not relieve him, but only suppressed his injuries. He knew very well that he had to find a place with people quickly, otherwise he would faint in the wilderness without self-protection and would be a dead end. That's why Amon forced himself to take the battlefield and walk towards the ferry at dawn, but the injury broke out again at this time, and the unusually violent situation exceeded the original expectations.

I don’t know how far the ferry is, but I can’t see a figure everywhere. This desolate river beach is like endless long. A stubborn and lonely figure slowly walked by, his steps getting heavier and heavier. With every extra step, the branches in his hand would penetrate deeper in the soil. Finally, he heard a "click" sound, the branches broke, and he fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!