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  Chapter 386 The Disappearing Church

  Amon's eyes fell directly on Renekton, who had already disappeared and retreated to the side. The corners of his lips twitched slightly, as if he had some interest in the mysterious reappearances he mastered.

  Renekton, who had already disappeared, couldn't help but ask:

  "Can't you just steal my spellcasting ability? Or can't this clone do it?"

  "Guess?" Amon chuckled and spat out a word.

  Then he turned his eyes away, took two steps back, and threw the probability dice in his hand.

  Ding~Ding~

  The probability dice fell to the ground, rolled a distance and stopped at the edge of the square, with six points facing up!

  Amon's mouth always had a faint smile, as if he was doing something very meaningful.

  He held the monocle on his right eye with one hand, stretched out the other hand, and twisted his wrist slightly while grasping.

  Renekton simultaneously stretched out his right hand, pulling out a peaceful and quiet night in the air, quietly covering the entire Sea Wave Church.

  The mysterious "Kingdom of Night" reappeared, directly making the area around the Sea Wave Church temporarily secretive, isolating the Storm Lord from controlling and contacting the church.

  The secret power spread silently, and no one in the church or on the square noticed the problem, but they just felt that the surroundings were suddenly quieter.

  But in a place like the church, keeping quiet is a respect for the gods. No one would think there is a problem, and no one would think that someone would be so bold to cause trouble in front of the Sea Wave Church.

  "Hey~ Who brought the dice from the casino out?"

  A sailor who was about to go to the Sea Wave Church to pray to the Storm Lord suddenly stopped and looked at the milky white dice that rolled to his feet and wondered.

  He looked around and saw that no one noticed the dice. He was going to pick it up first and hand it to the clergy here after praying.

  He half squatted down, bent over and stretched out his hand, but touched the ground directly. When he moved his hand away, he saw that the dice that had fallen on the ground had disappeared.

  The middle-aged man dressed as a sailor rubbed his eyes with his hand, but still did not find any trace of the dice.

  "Damn it!" He spat and stepped forward, ready to go to the Sea Wave Church to pray.

  As soon as he looked up, he stopped again. He was stunned for a long time before he rubbed his eyes to confirm whether he was dazzled.

  "Damn it! Where is the church? Where is the Sea Wave Church here?"

  The location that originally belonged to the Sea Wave Church was empty, leaving only a huge, slightly sunken pit, in which many believers and clergy of the Lord of Storms were sitting on the ground or standing in a daze.

  Woo~woo~

  The sound of violent wind colliding and rubbing against the air sounded, and the strong wind carried a gray-haired, still sturdy figure into the air.

  It was Qiao Geli, the diocesan bishop of the Storm Church who was in charge of the Sea Wave Church. He just realized what happened from his daze. The Sea Wave Church was stolen! It was stolen in front of him!

  He was wearing a dark blue bishop's robe with waves and storm symbols painted on it, and his eyes were filled with blue and white light, and there were strands of silver dancing on his gray hair.

  The anger in him was almost solidified, which also gave him extraordinary power at this moment, the power transformed from extreme anger.

  "Who is it!"

  His voice rubbed the air, bursting out the whimpering sound of the wind field, and set off a terrible sonic boom in the air.

  This was not only to shock the surroundings, but also to notify the "Sea King" and the angel who had just left.

  The strong wind lifted Qiao Geli's body and stayed in the air. His eyes swept the whole scene with the will of anger.

  The terrifying hurricane visible to the naked eye appeared, circling and entwining, and the airflow turned rapidly in circles, completely covering the surroundings.

  Snap! A crisp snap of fingers sounded a little abruptly.

  Cold and indifferent light blue eyes emerged from all over the square, and they collapsed one after another, turning into a piece of intertwined red magma and light blue flames.     As if attracted by something unknown, they quickly condensed into chains that were either red or light blue, emitting a strong smell of sulfur, and quickly gathered in front of the original Wave Church.

  "Is this your plan?"

  Amon's voice suddenly sounded in Renekton's ears, with a little curiosity and disdain.

  The chains that were originally surging towards the unknown where Amon was before changed their targets and attacked the Chogori in the air.

  "You only stole the church? Why not steal the basement under the church as well?"

  Renekton took a step forward and then turned to look at Amon. His tone was very calm, and it was more like a casual question.

  Amon stretched out his hand and pinched his chin, and answered seriously:

  "There are too many seals there, and I am just a clone of Sequence 4. I can't solve so many negative effects in a short time."

  While Amon was speaking, Renekton stretched out his right hand to the side, as if pulling an invisible thing.

  As soon as he succeeded, he felt a sense of emptiness in his hand.

  Amon, who was standing in front of him, raised his right hand slightly, as if holding an invisible object, and said leisurely:

  "Interesting. Invisible things can transform themselves into non-existent things."

  "What other interesting spells do you have?"

  This ability of taunting, it's a pity not to be a provocateur. Renekton complained in his heart, and then rubbed his fingers, creating a whimpering gust of wind, carrying a pale yellow powder with a strong smell of sulfur that swept across the entire square.

  Before these powders were dispersed, they suddenly burst into pieces of pale blue flames, and the breath from the abyss instantly filled the entire square.

  "Provocation? Isn't this a simple thing?"

  "Look, the angry people have jumped up on the dark clouds."

  Amon's voice seemed to penetrate the whimpering wind around him, ignoring the distance and reaching Renekton's ears, reaching the ears of the bishop Chogori in the air, and even reaching the layers of dark clouds in the sky.

  It's worthy of being a bear child raised by Medici. No one can think of leaving Bayam alive today!

  One thought after another flashed through Renekton's mind. His body suddenly became transparent, illusory, and turned into a pile of bubbles.

  Boom! Boom! Boom!

  Heavy and oppressive layers of dark clouds covered the entire Rorsted Archipelago. Exaggerated silver-white lightning flashes fell directly from the sky, carrying a violent and destructive aura that seemed to be substantial, and fell everywhere with great purpose.

  Most of the silver-white lightning flashes fell on Bayam, where the Church of the Waves was originally located.

  It directly penetrated the wind barrier summoned by Chogori, split the light blue flames that were swaying in the wind, and fell on the location of Renekton and Amon.

  The bubbles scattered around reflected dreamy colors under the silver-white lightning, and were instantly submerged and destroyed by the silver-white.

  "What an interesting spell."

  Amon walked to the periphery of the square leisurely. He was like a thing that did not exist at all, and was completely unaffected by the surrounding lightning and wind.

  When he walked to the center of the square, he did not forget to look back at the sky covered by layers of dark clouds provocatively.

  The dark clouds in the sky were almost filled with silvery white lightning, and it seemed that an extremely terrifying storm was brewing, but it never came.

  This is where the Sea Wave Church is located. There are too many devout believers of the Storm and clergy of the church below. Chapter 387 Storm

  The sound of the wind gradually became more intense, and the strong wind swept the figures around away from this area, and at the same time turned into an invisible restraint to hinder Amon's steps.

  Amon glanced at the figures swept away by the strong wind with a playful look, and said provocatively to the tall and burly middle-aged man who was driving the strong wind:

  "Hehe, aren't you worried that there are my clones among these transferred believers?"

  "My Lord's eyes are fixed here, and no time worm can leave!"

  "Of course, no starlight can cross the strong wind!"

  Yan Cotman's voice was particularly calm, so calm that Renekton felt that the cardinal of the Storm Church might have just been mad.

  The loose storm priest robe was completely supported by his well-defined muscles, and his deep blue eyes burst into bright light. His hair was like a small worm, and his tentacles spread out in the strong wind, intertwined with the lightning falling from the sky.

  Under his powerful pressure, the wind around him almost condensed into substance, tightly wrapped around Renekton's body, making it difficult for him to even lift his fingers.

  Seeing that the wind around him had completely locked him, Renekton simply revealed his figure, turned his head to look at Amon not far away, and said helplessly:

  "We seem to have underestimated the blessing of the angry state on the angry people."

  "Really?"

  "I have never underestimated the anger of this group of angry people. I think you are also aware of this."

  "However, your idea of ​​using them to get rid of me and completely kill all my clones in the Rorsted Islands has failed. Now, we are survivors on a small boat!"

  Amon tilted his head slightly, with a faint smile on his lips, seeming to enjoy the excitement now. His calm voice mixed with a little playfulness was clearly transmitted to the ears of everyone present.

  Boom!

  A huge sonic boom sounded out of thin air, mixed with the whimpering of the wind, layer by layer, directly submerging the entire square.

  Amon and Renekton's figures became thinner and brittle one after another, turning into a crudely cut paper figure, which was directly torn into pieces by the violent sonic boom.

  Renekton and Amon's figures flickered and floated in the layers of air waves, and from time to time turned into paper scraps, colorful bubbles, and things that did not exist at all.

  "Haha, the spells you master are all very interesting!"

  Amon's voice echoed in Renekton's ears, seeming a little arrogant.

  Renekton was a little speechless. His spells were always stolen by Amon at critical moments. If it weren't for his greatly improved spellcasting ability after being promoted to Sequence 3, and the spiritual intuition from the prophet, he would not have had time to cast the spell a second time.

  "Look at the bright side. With my help, your spellcasting ability has improved qualitatively in just a few minutes."

  Amon quietly stole the distance between him and Renekton, and instantly appeared behind Renekton. His voice echoed directly in Renekton's ears.

  The next moment, Renekton's figure became transparent, and he turned into a statue made of countless starlight. Two thumb-sized time bugs appeared on the statue's shoulders and fell directly to the ground.

  The moment they landed, the two time bugs turned into two faint lights and returned to Amon's body.

  Boom! Boom! Boom!

  Silver-white electric snakes jumped out of thin air, carrying a violent and destructive aura that was as strong as if it were real, and densely struck Amon and Renekton, covering the surrounding area of ​​several hundred meters in the Thunder Forest. Renekton

  spread out his left hand, and a milky white dice on it spontaneously rotated, stopping before the lightning struck, with the six points facing up!

  With extreme luck, the lightning that struck around always avoided this small area due to various coincidences and accidents, and even the splashed gravel could not affect this side.

  Amon's eyes fell on the probability dice, and then quickly retracted, as if he had no intention of stealing it.

  His sight looked through the lightning that enveloped the surroundings and looked up at the sky. He said in a flat voice:

  "Now that the angel of the people of wrath has come, are you really not considering becoming my followers? I can take you away from here."

  "Followers? Someone who helps you attract firepower, right? After stealing the Church of the Waves, the Lord of Storms can definitely lock onto you directly. The lightning that just fell off the track should be clearing out your other clones in Bayam and even the entire Rorsted Archipelago."

  "The angel of the storm and the 'sea king' are just blocking us to prevent the storm's divine punishment from destroying too many areas."

  Renekton responded to Amon with a chuckle, while gently rubbing the probability dice with his left hand, thinking whether extreme luck can allow him to survive the divine punishment.

  "You have been holding this dice in your hand, just to let it gradually bring the people and things around it under its control, and turn the surrounding area into a world of probability?"

  "But have you ever thought that the angry people will not be affected by it, and the same is true for his divine punishment."

  Amon said with a little disdain and curiosity.

  He was holding something like a black mist in his hand, trying to obtain more information by influencing Renekton's emotions.     The deep blue and purple light flowing in Renekton's eyes rippled slightly. Without the prophet's characteristics, he was not so resistant to the ability to stir up emotions and desires.

  Taking a deep breath, he tilted his head slightly and said in a hoarse voice:

  "Then why do you keep trying to parasitize me and steal the Wheel of Fortune card in my hand?"

  "You should know that when the probability dice blesses me with luck, you can't successfully steal anything from me."

  "That's not necessarily true!"

  Amon always had a faint smile on his lips. While speaking, he reached out and fumbled for a tarot card from the pocket inside his classical robe.

  Renekton's pupils shrank suddenly, and his intuition told him that it was the Paper Blasphemy Card.

  He subconsciously turned his head to look at the probability dice in his left hand, and it was still six points facing up.

  How could it be possible? He subconsciously stretched out his right hand to grope for his own Wheel of Fortune card. Whether it was the touch or intuition, the feedback he gave him was the real Blasphemy Card.

  He narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly thought of something. He turned his head to look at the tarot card in Amon's hand with its back facing him and said:

  "Error card?"

  Amon looked at Renekton with a playful look on his face and said:

  "Your reaction is really interesting. I thought you wouldn't be scared."

  "This is a gift from a young occultist. He relied on some descriptive words on this blasphemous card to recite a vague honorific name that could point to 'error', and I responded to him!"

  Amon casually threw the error card in his hand, revealing a side with two naked figures of a man and a woman, and an angel with pure white wings on his back.

  Renekton raised his eyebrows slightly, and then retracted his gaze. With the uniqueness of the error, He can represent the true God of this path at some time and to some extent.

  Is this telling me that He can indeed steal the items on me when I am blessed by the probability dice? Or is this just a deception of Him to me?

  "You can guess."

  "Or, play a game with me. If you win, I'll give you this wrong card. If you lose, you'll help me steal the church of the dragon of betrayal. How about that?"

  Amon suggested with a smile.

  Renekton didn't see any panic from Him, and he didn't seem to care about the coming storm of divine punishment.

  Renekton didn't respond to Amon's words, his eyes fell on the slowly rotating milky white dice on his open left palm.

  I don't know if it was his illusion, he felt that the dice was turning more and more strenuously, as if modifying the probability here has become a very difficult thing.

  "This dice is almost at its limit. These lightnings are wrapped in the will of some angry people, and it is not so easy to modify the probability."

  Amon's voice echoed clearly in Renekton's ears. As if to respond to His words, this time the probability dice turned to five points and could not be turned over again.

  "Five points. Is this the limit?"

  Renekton murmured. His figure instantly became transparent, as if he was a statue made of countless stars, flickering with starlight, quickly shattered, and turned into bright starlight, surging towards the edge of the Thunder Forest.

  "Heh!" Amon chuckled as he watched Renekton turn into starlight and go away.

  He raised his hand to adjust the monocle on his eye socket, and the silver-white lightning that fell on him disappeared instantly, as if it had never appeared.

  He looked at the place where Renekton left and pondered:

  "After chatting for so long, I finally stole the secret effect he cast on me. The absolutely lucky probability dice is really a bit troublesome."

  "Every gift of fate has already been secretly marked with a price. Will that very unique dice turn against us at the most critical moment?"

  "I'm really looking forward to it!"

  He sighed with a slight curl of his lips, and his figure suddenly disappeared and reappeared in the gap between the lightning storms. He passed through by stealing the position.

  Boom!

  At the edge of the Thunder Forest, a terrible sonic boom, mixed with the whimpering sound of the wind field, instantly sounded, and the surging starlight was instantly dispersed, and it was no longer possible to completely avoid the lightning falling from the sky.  Chapter 388: One Point

  After being struck by the silver-white lightning several times in a row, the diffuse starlight could no longer be maintained and gathered inwards, condensing into the figure of Renekton in the starlight. There

  were still traces of silver-white lightning flashing on his body, with a strong paralyzing effect, causing him to fall into a state of stiffness for a short time.

  In the sky covered by thick dark clouds and silver-white lightning, a human face that was exaggerated enough to cover the entire Bayam emerged. Its eyes and nose were filled with silver-white lightning, revealing an indescribable majesty.

  A deep, breathless, and almost condensed anger was transmitted from this human face.

  With its appearance, the thunder forest that originally covered everything stopped, and the surrounding wind and lightning all surrendered to their king.

  At the same moment, Renekton's premonition of danger suddenly screamed wildly, as if the ultimate danger had arrived, in a way that he could not perceive, and he could not even think of escaping or resisting.

  He lowered his head, not daring to look up at the face in the sky. If the Lord of Storms deliberately let him see something, he would have lost control and collapsed on the spot, regardless of the divine punishment that followed.

  He stared at the probability dice that kept spinning in the palm of his left hand, and held the Wheel of Fortune card between the index and middle fingers of his right hand, holding it upright.

  He noticed from the corner of his eye that Amon's figure appeared beside him at some point, and He also stopped moving. It seemed that the angry gaze from the Lord of Storms had some effect on this clone.

  He quickly retracted his gaze, not paying too much attention to Amon's condition, and began to make the final preparations to survive, otherwise he would have to play with Amon's clone.

  As his thoughts turned with difficulty, he began to infuse spirituality into the Wheel of Fortune card, and at the same time, he whispered in his heart in the Dragon language:

  "The essence of knowledge, the root of mystery, the glory of civilization, the persistence of truth."

  "Hehe, is it shameful to die with me?"

  "Generally speaking, being able to drag an angel king's clone to death together is enough to be written into legends, painted into murals, and praised and sighed by everyone."

  Amon's tone was frivolous, and he didn't seem to care about the Storm Lord above his head at all.

  Thank you for your kindness, I am still young and don't want to report to the underworld so early. As soon as the thought emerged, the sense of oppression from the top of his head suddenly became stronger, almost condensed into a substantial pressure.

  Renekton's legs trembled slightly, and he almost fell directly on the charred ground.

  Because of his unstable body just now, the probability dice fell directly from his hand, and after rolling a few times, it gradually stopped, one point upwards!

  Renekton's eyes kept twitching, and a strong sense of uneasiness filled his heart.

  "Amon!" A roar came from the clouds, as if it came from an infinite height, from the Storm Abyss of the brilliant star world.

  Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!

  The silver-white electric light poured down like a waterfall, instantly covering everything around, drowning everything, destroying everything.

  The silver-white light, wrapped in the will of destruction and anger, instantly enveloped Amon, and also enveloped Renekton, who was not far from Amon.

  In the hotel in the Bayam dock area, Klein stood in front of the glass window with an ugly face.

  Amon? Amon is in Bayam? And he also offended the Church of Storms?

  This kind of power is definitely not something that the angels of the Church of Storms who are temporarily stationed in Bayam can do. It is likely that the Lord of Storms has taken action personally. Klein turned his head to look at the bedroom door on the side, hesitating whether to go above the gray fog.

  No, Amon can feel the breath of the source castle above the gray fog. If He happens to have a clone nearby, then I will run into the gun directly.

  Sigh~ I hope the Church of the Storm can get rid of Amon directly, although it is likely that all of them here are just clones. Klein looked at the thick dark clouds outside the window with a complicated expression. He suddenly regretted not leaving Bayam with Danitz yesterday.

  At a private port outside Bayam, the Blue Avenger was anchored here. Alger stood steadily at the bow, staring deeply at the large dark clouds and the lightning that kept falling in the sky.

  What happened again? Who dares to provoke the Church of the Storm at this time? I just accepted the mission from the church yesterday, and just as I was about to go to sea today, I encountered such a thing.

  Alger's brows were almost twisted into a river, and his blue eyes looked deep and deep. He felt that his mission was about to change again.

  He turned his head and looked behind him. All the crew members under his command gathered on the deck spontaneously, with expressions of worry or tension. But after the exaggerated face appeared in the sky, they all lowered their heads and prayed to the Lord of the Storm in a low voice.

  Alger stared silently at the exaggerated human face in the sky, and the silver-white lightning that was cascading down like a waterfall. His heart began to beat violently and uncontrollably, and the flame of ambition was rising.

  This is the power that can truly change fate and change the situation. Following the pace of Mr. Fool's recovery, can I also reach this level and become a legendary angel, or even go further?

  Zizi~zizi~

  The silver-white lightning that was slanting down from the layers of dark clouds in the sky gradually disappeared, leaving a huge, charred pit in its place, with silver-white arcs constantly running around.     A charred black dice full of cracks trembled weakly at the bottom of the deep pit. Every silver-white arc that passed through the dice would splash some silver-white smoke.

  Not far away from it, there was a crystal monocle lying there quietly, covered with cracks of varying sizes, and with some traces of melting.

  The next moment, a hand reached out from the void and picked up the monocle from the ground. Under the gaze of many eyes, it withdrew into the void with the monocle.

  A voice full of teasing and playfulness sounded, ignoring the distance and echoing in the ears of everyone watching here.

  "I will take your church away. Maybe when I get tired of playing with it, I will throw it to a conspicuous place for you to pick it up yourself."

  "Huh? This is..."

  Boom! Boom! Boom!

  Several more lightning bolts fell in succession, and the air around them seemed to twist.

  As the lightning fell, the dice, which was already full of cracks, completely shattered and turned into a ball of liquid like mercury, slowly flowing and gathering into a circle.

  Complex mercury-colored symbols emerged one after another in the surrounding void, forming one connected wheel after another, and each wheel had different logos around it.

  It was as if countless illusory symbols of different fates converged together and flowed into reality in reverse. The

  surrounding area destroyed by the lightning became illusory and layered, and the fate of the future overlapped with a certain moment in the past.

  The next moment, everything around returned to the way it was before being destroyed by the lightning, including the figures of Renekton and Amon, who also reappeared here, but without the silver-white brilliance that enveloped and destroyed everything.

  "Restart your fate? This dice still has this ability?"

  "However, I left, and it pulled me back again. This is a bit troublesome!"

  Although he said trouble, there was no pressure in Amon's tone.

  He casually put the monocle held in his right hand back on his right eye. It seemed that the restart of fate just now did not completely affect him. It seemed that he chose to return because he found something interesting.

  Has it been restarted once? Renekton silently lowered his head and glanced at the probability dice in his hand. He felt that the dice had undergone some subtle changes. It seemed that it was not so repulsive to me.

  "Six points." Renekton said casually.

  The probability dice in his palm spontaneously rotated, and then quickly stopped, with the six points facing up!

  As expected! Renekton stepped back slightly with his right foot, leaned back, and opened his arms, as if embracing the sun.

  A magnificent and pure blazing light tore through the thick layers of dark clouds in the sky. The pure and clear sunlight instantly illuminated the entire Bayam and forcibly changed the weather around him.

  His body suddenly became transparent and illusory, and invisible sharp wind blades passed by, plowing gullies and a pile of bubbles on the surrounding ground.

  These bubbles reflected dreamy colors under the light, and they were fleeting.

  "Interesting!" Amon still stood there and chuckled.

  The sharp wind blades passed through his body without causing a ripple, as if he did not exist here.

  Amon looked at the blue figure in the air with great interest:

  he was an old man with white hair and beard, but his complexion was ruddy and his eyes were bright like a young man in his twenties or thirties. He was wearing a simple light blue robe, and his aura was like a bottomless natural disaster.

  After just a moment, He retracted his gaze and chuckled with disdain:

  "You old man is not dead yet, you are quite alive!"

  "You followed the angry people to rebel, but now you can't even get a pope, and you were robbed by a latecomer. It's really shameful!"

  Boom! Boom! Boom!

  In response to Amon's words, there was a dense lightning. The dark clouds that were originally dispersed by the sun soon gathered again. Thick lightning fell one after another, carrying a substantial aura of destruction, densely striking the surroundings, completely submerging Amon.  Chapter 389:

  Clone In the dock area, in the corner of a connected warehouse, a dull-looking, translucent rabbit of knowledge emerged from the spirit world.

  Its eyes were surrounded by a deep blue and purple glow, and starlight emanated from its body bit by bit, forming an illusory symbol composed of layers of doors.

  This symbol continued to twist and expand, rippling out circles of light blue ripples, as if interacting with a certain area in the spirit world.

  The figure of the rabbit of knowledge was in a trance for a moment, and was immediately replaced by the figure of Renekton.

  Huh~ Feeling the surrounding environment where even the sound of the wind had become mute, Renekton breathed a sigh of relief. The previous terrifying and suffocating feeling of oppression had completely disappeared.

  "Fortunately, I asked my clone to study the ability of the Trickster to swap positions with his own puppets. Although this kind of exchange of positions achieved through ritual magic and the use of the 'door' is completely different from the principle of the Trickster's ability."

  With a sigh, he reached out and took out a somewhat illusory black pointed hat from the void in front of him and put it on his head.

  A layer of curtain-like shadow fell, and Renekton's figure disappeared, hiding all traces and breath.

  This is some enhancement he made to the original mysterious reappearance through his knowledge of the mystical science of the shadow field. On the basis of hiding the figure, his own breath can also be hidden.

  As Renekton's figure disappeared, the shadows around him seemed thicker and darker.

  A crow with shiny black feathers suddenly landed on the roof of the warehouse here. There was a signature white eye circle on its right eye.

  Its eyes looked around the warehouse and finally stopped at the place where Renekton had just appeared and then left.

  "Interesting! My parasitism has all failed. It's not just luck. Does it have characteristics brought by the person?"

  "Those source substances sealed in the western continent have also begun to become active!"

  The crow made Amon's voice with a little curiosity and expectation.

  After staying on the roof for a while, it flapped its wings and flew towards the Sonia Sea.

  In the basement where Bayam originally located the Church of the Waves, many Punishers and clergy gathered here.

  While paying attention to the situation outside, they closely guarded various areas underground.

  The Church of the Waves can be regarded as the headquarters of the Church of the Storm in the Rorsted Islands. In addition to the most conspicuous church, there are also many out-of-control or nearly out-of-control Beyonders imprisoned underground, and many dangerous magical items are sealed.

  When chaos occurs, this is the most dangerous and most defensive place.

  Once the enemy has a mind for the magical items sealed here, or there is a problem with the original seal, under the mutual influence of the seals, it is likely to cause a greater disaster.

  As the deputy of the Made Punisher of the Rorsted Archipelago, Cordova Roye's brows were twisted into a ball, and the flame of anger kept trembling in his mind. He could only rely on reason to suppress his emotions, which made him have almost no energy to think about more things.

  "Captain, are you okay? You don't look very well."

  A member of his Made Punisher team came a few steps closer, stopped three meters away, and asked with some concern.

  Cordova Roye took a deep breath, stretched out a hand and rubbed his forehead while speaking:

  "It's okay, maybe it's affected by the weather outside, I always feel a little irritable."

  "It's not a big deal. When it rains, the Beyonders of the Sailor Path always seem a little more irritable."

  Opposite him, the Made Punisher of the Reader Path stretched out his hand to adjust the monocle on his right eye, and said with an inadvertent smile at the corner of his mouth:

  "Haha, this is normal, thunderstorms are depressing."

  "Yes." Cordova Roye nodded lightly.

  After he felt the emotions in his heart calm down a little, he raised his head and his gaze fell on the crystal monocle at the other's right eye. He asked in confusion:

  "Huh? When did you change your monocle?"

  "What is this? Made of crystal?"

  The Punisher's mouth curled up slowly, and he took off the monocle at his right eye and handed it to Cordova Royer.     "Yes, I saved up some money and wanted to buy a gentleman's tuxedo, but I found that it was not suitable for me, so I just used the money to buy a monocle."

  "How is it? It looks good, right? Does it suit me?"

  Cordova's eyes lingered on the monocle handed over by the other party, responded with a polite smile, and nodded gently:

  "It's really good."

  While speaking, his eyes were locked on the other party's collar, where there was a dark golden chain, which was the chain of a pocket watch.

  "Chels, where is the pocket watch you carry? Don't you always like to show a piece of chain outside?"

  The expression of the Punisher called Charles froze for a moment, then lowered his head, looked at Cordova with his pupils turned up, and the smile on the corner of his mouth looked a little evil under the dim light of the basement.

  His voice suddenly became hoarse and low:

  "You found it!"

  Cordova's heart suddenly pounded violently, his mind was blank for a moment, and his voice reacted before his head.

  The sound of wind whirred in the basement, and his hair spread out against the law of nature, with each strand clearly separated and entangled with electric light.

  "Captain, wait, the pocket watch is here, I was just joking! There's no need to cut me up right away!"

  "Under normal circumstances, shouldn't you come up and punch me and curse at me?"

  While speaking, Charles took out the dark gold pocket watch from his left coat pocket with one hand. On the cover of the pocket watch, there was a clock pattern composed of links.

  Cordova's hair, which was shining with lightning, fell down again. He glared at Charles and said,

  "Don't joke at this time!"

  "Also, why did you suddenly put your pocket watch in your coat pocket?"

  Charles said embarrassedly,

  "My shirt inside is a little damaged."

  Cordova stared at his subordinate for a few seconds, waved his hand casually, and then rubbed his forehead and said,

  "Don't spend all your money on replacing monocles in the future."

  Charles nodded slightly, muttered, and turned to his original position,

  "I saw that you were in a bad mood, so I wanted to liven up the atmosphere for you?"

  Cordova looked down in a daze, and a silver-white light surged from his body, instantly struck Charles, making him stiff in place, and then disintegrated into countless tiny electric snakes, constantly moving around.

  "Your emotions and state are in place, but Charles will never joke with me at this time."

  Cordova's voice was hoarse and mixed with strong anger.

  His hair spread out against the laws of nature, each strand was distinct, and was entangled with electric light. His eyes turned blue and white.

  The sound of the sobbing wind whistled and swirled in the basement, turning into an invisible wind bondage that held Charles firmly in place.

  The next moment, Charles turned around as if unaffected, facing him, with a barely noticeable arc at the corner of his mouth, and spoke in a leisurely tone:

  "If this clone was not destined to be discovered, I really wanted to play with you for a while longer."

  Before he finished speaking, the monocle on his right eye turned into a white light and rushed into the distance. Before being intercepted by the surrounding Punishers who reacted, it disappeared into the void.

  As the monocle disappeared, Charles' body immediately trembled, and pieces of flesh and blood fell from his body, turning into a dark black.

  In just a few breaths, he completely changed from a normal person to a pool of dark shadow-like liquid, just like an eye, constantly stretching and curling while spreading rapidly around.  Chapter 390 Huang Guang's Suggestion

  Boom!

  A silver-white electric light with a tyrannical and destructive aura that seemed to be real penetrated the basement directly and fell on the dark pool. In an instant, it consumed it completely.

  As the silver-white electric light dissipated, only a huge charred pit remained, and the copper-colored glimmers that kept emerging and slowly gathered around it.

  A figure wrapped in the wind fell from the pit. His thick hair fluttered in the wind, entangled with strands of leaping silver.

  In the dock area, Klein, who had been paying attention to the changes in the clouds in the sky in the hotel room, had some subtle reactions in his spirit.

  "Is it over? I wonder if Amon here has been cleared by the Lord of Storms."

  After a moment of hesitation, Klein planned to do a divination first, and then decide whether to go to the space above the gray fog.

  When it comes to Amon and the Lord of Storms, my divination is definitely inaccurate. I need to rely on the power of a third party, and it must be the type that is good at divination.

  As he pondered, Klein's mind naturally emerged with information about the seven lights of the spirit world. "Yellow Light" Venitan is a symbol of the astrology field, and his divination ability may be the most powerful of the seven lights. After

  thinking about the target of his help, Klein quickly turned back to his bedroom, found the materials for the ceremony, and began to set up a simple ceremony on the ground.

  "The gem corresponding to 'Yellow Light' Venitan is emerald. I have no place to find gems for the time being, so I can only use the night vanilla essential oil of the goddess of the night. I hope 'Yellow Light' doesn't mind this."

  He whispered to himself, rubbing his fingers casually, creating a few flames, lighting the candles placed on the ground, and then dripping a few drops of night vanilla essential oil and pure water into it.

  The whole room was instantly filled with the scent of nightshade, which naturally soothed people's emotions and spirits. Klein placed the mirror in front of the candle, then took a step back and chanted in ancient Hermetic language:

  "The light of the spiritual world that never fades, the embodiment of endless knowledge, the yellow of reason and adaptation."

  "I pray to you for help;"

  "Pray for the power of divination."

  Just after he finished praying, before he had time to say the question he wanted to divination, Renekton saw that the light around him suddenly dimmed, and the candlelight suddenly became dim, swaying with the swirling wind.

  The figure of a thin old man wearing a lemon yellow robe and a long white beard suddenly appeared in the mirror placed on the ground.

  With a gentle smile, he saluted Klein and greeted him:

  "Good afternoon, Your Highness!"

  "Good afternoon, Mr. Venitan, we can just use normal names, don't be too polite."

  Klein also saluted the other party and said hello.

  With the experience of facing "Red Light" El Moria before, he was very calm and composed when facing "Yellow Light".

  "Your Highness, what do you want to ask? Or what do you want to divine?"

  "Yellow Light" Venitan asked very naturally after greeting each other.

  Klein glanced at the heavy dark clouds outside the window that had not yet completely dispersed, and said in a somewhat solemn voice:

  "What happened to Bayam just now? Is it completely over?"

  In the mirror, "Yellow Light" Venitan's eyes seemed to be dark for a moment, as if screening information from the spirit world.

  After just a moment, his eyes became clear again, and he nodded slightly to Klein and said:

  "Your Highness, just now your friend and Amon stole the Church of the Storm in Bayam's Sea Wave Church."

  "The Lord of Storms brought down divine punishment and destroyed most of Amon's clones in the entire Rorsted Islands, but failed to recover the stolen Sea Wave Church."

  Stole the Sea Wave Church? What good does this do them? To anger the Lord of Storms? It sounds a bit outrageous, but why does it feel quite normal? Klein failed to maintain the cold expression of Gehrman Sparrow, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

  He took a deep breath, regained control of his expression, and then asked:

  "How did they do it? And what's the point of stealing the Sea Wave Church?"     "Yellow Light" Venitan shook his head slightly and responded calmly:

  "Amon is the second child of the ancient sun god. He is born with the uniqueness of the wrong path. Stealing and fraud are what He is best at. No matter whether it is a specific thing or an abstract concept, as long as it exists, He can steal. His fraud can even deceive the laws of nature and the inherent rules."

  "He is adventurous and thrill-seeking by nature. This may just be an interesting thing for Him."

  "The ancient sun god left a prophecy when He was born: He is the god of cunning, the god of mischief, and the 'light at the end of the world'."

  "Except for the last sentence, no one has made a correct interpretation so far. The first two sentences have been fully reflected in Amon."

  This is a big naughty child, but he is still very powerful, the kind that most people can't do anything about. Klein gave an evaluation in his heart.

  The voice of "Yellow Light" Venitan continued to come from the mirror:

  "From what I have observed, your friend has provided some guidance on this matter."

  "Because of some abnormal changes in fate, he met Amon. In order to get rid of Amon and solve the problem of the probability dice, he proposed to Amon to steal the Church of the Waves."

  He had just rescued him from the witches, and he ran into Amon when he turned around. What kind of outrageous luck is this? Klein sighed slightly in his heart, and then asked in confusion:

  "Probability dice?"

  "Also, Amon agreed so easily? He couldn't have seen Al's true intention, right?"

  "Yellow Light" Venitan nodded slightly, and explained to Klein in a leisurely voice:

  "It is a sealed object controlled by the School of Life. It is a thing that evolved from the uniqueness of the Wheel of Fortune. It has the ability to control the probability of everything and has certain living characteristics."

  "As for Amon, as long as this matter is interesting and attractive enough for Him, He won't mind following the other party's ideas and taking certain actions."

  "They were favored by fate, which magnified the probability of successfully stealing the Church of the Waves to the limit."

  "Although they were unable to leave the scene in time due to the subsequent confrontation, they finally escaped from Bayam after enduring the wrath of the storm and divine punishment." After

  withstanding a round of divine punishment, they successfully escaped from Bayam. Was it because the Lord of Storms let them go, or was their luck really that outrageous?

  After hesitating for a while, Klein continued to ask:

  "Does Bayam still have Amon's clone?"

  "No, there will be no Amon's clone in the entire Rorsted Archipelago in the short term. Even if the people of the Church of the Storm cannot find the things parasitized by Amon, the Lord of Storms will personally patrol this sea area."

  "Your Highness, you need to pay attention to the probability dice. I couldn't find specific information when the Lord of Storms brought down divine punishment, but after that, the dice underwent some subtle changes. It is still alive, but it is no longer the original one."

  "Yellow Light" Venitan shook his head slightly. After responding to Klein's question, He reminded him solemnly.

  "It's no longer the original one?" Klein pondered.

  "Yellow Light" Venitan still shook his head and said:

  "This is an intuition. Even as the Seven Lights of the Spirit World, I can't observe more."

  "I understand." Klein frowned and nodded, then asked:

  "Has Al gotten rid of Amon now?"

  In the somewhat dim mirror, "Yellow Light" Venitan's eyes deepened again for a moment, and then he answered Klein's question in a calm voice:

  "At present, Amon doesn't seem to be very interested in him. They are still pulling each other."

  "Thank you for your answer."

  Klein nodded slightly and saluted to the other party very politely.

  "It's my honor."

  "Yellow Light" Venitan saluted Klein slightly in the mirror, and then his figure disappeared, and he took the initiative to cut off the connection with the ceremony.

  Huh~ Klein let out a long breath, and then gently rubbed his fingers to create a weak air bomb, which directly extinguished the candle that was still burning quietly.

  It seems that no matter what ritual I use to establish a connection with the Seven Lights of the Spirit World, they will come directly to respond to me. Is this what it feels like to be bullied by a tiger?

  However, the probability dice is actually a seal controlled by the School of Life, and it is also evolved from the uniqueness of the path of destiny. It must be very important to Will Auceptin. I have a hunch that I will dream again tonight.

  After sighing for a moment, Klein began to clean up the mess of the ritual.