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  Chapter 511 Eating Hot Pot with Amon.

  Renekton glanced at Amon who was pouring himself drinks, sighed helplessly in his heart, and then ignored him. Fortunately, I only threw some sundries in it, otherwise it would have been stolen. No, it has already been stolen.

  Amon leaned against the sofa, with a smile on his face. While tasting the Sonia blood wine, he said,

  "Why did you appear in this city? For the legacy of the 'Secret Angel'?"

  Renekton's hands did not stop moving. He just turned his head slightly to glance at Amon who was leisurely beside him and asked,

  "By chance."

  "What's so special about this city? Who is the Secret Angel?"

  Amon habitually raised his hand to pinch the monocle in the eye socket, looked into the distance in the deep darkness outside the window, and quickly retracted his gaze and said,

  "Did you use the aggregation effect between extraordinary characteristics? Or was it the information revealed to you by that madman? It seems that His condition is indeed getting better."

  "This city is called Saixidin, formerly known as the Country of Craftsmen. Before the Cataclysm, it was the birthplace of the entire mechanical field of the entire East Continent. Because they are good at creating magical items, they were able to continue between the cracks of many races."

  "Until my father ended the era of the ancient gods, the leader here became the 'Secret Angel' under my father. However, the old guy was unlucky. He followed my father for thousands of years but could not digest the 'Civilization Enlightenment' potion on his body. Later, he finally found some clues to digest the potion, but was cooked by the steam at that time." It was

  indeed unlucky. After commenting in his heart, Renekton asked:

  "So, his so-called legacy is his back-up plan for resurrection? It seems that it did not succeed. The steam should not have the energy to interfere with him?"

  Amon chuckled disdainfully and said:

  "He is just too unlucky, just like that little snake. It has been unable to contain the probability dice for thousands of years, and finally it was picked up by you."

  Nodding expressionlessly, Renekton continued to ask:

  "Why are you telling me this? It is of no benefit to you for me to get the legacy of the Secret Angel?"

  Amon pulled the corner of his mouth and said in a nonchalant tone:

  "But it doesn't do me any harm, does it?"

  "Anyway, it's using other people's things to do favors, and it can also win you over. This is very suitable."

  "It makes sense. This is very stealing!" Renekton nodded calmly and commented.

  After pouring all the prepared base ingredients into the pot and flipping them twice casually, Renekton suddenly turned his head to look at Amon, who was sitting leisurely on the sofa, and said:

  "Can you steal time in small amounts and multiple times to achieve the purpose of time acceleration? It takes some time to fry the base ingredients."

  Amon raised his head slightly, a touch of emotion flashed in his eyes, and then he pulled the

  corners of his mouth and said, "Okay." He looked at the iron pot full of dark red things curiously, pinched his monocle with his right hand, and a faint white light slid across. Renekton instantly felt that the taste of the hot pot base ingredients in the air was a little stronger.

  Although many ingredients are substitutes, it seems that it should be okay. As his thoughts turned, Renekton took a spoon and stirred the pot repeatedly.

  Amon stole some time from time to time, and in less than a minute, he completed several hours of work.

  Renekton raised his hand to stop Amon from stealing time:

  "That's enough. The ability of the 'thief' is really convenient."

  As he spoke, he used the spell power of the water domain to create clear water and poured it into the iron pot.

  Amon raised his nose slightly. The spicy smell in the air made him frown a little uncomfortable and said:

  "Are you sure this is food? Although it is indeed not poisonous, it doesn't look delicious at all."

  "Try it before you judge. Although there are many raw materials missing, I have collected almost all the spices that can be used as substitutes over the years."

  Renekton rubbed his fingers gently while speaking, creating a little golden light spot, which sank into the iron pot with a scorching burning sensation. The originally calm hot pot instantly boiled.

  Renekton then stopped and poured the beef and fish prepared on the table into it.

  Then he turned around and called to Amon, saying,

  "Okay, you can eat it when the meat is cooked. The ingredients are not enough and there is no oil sauce. I will treat you to a more complete hot pot after we leave the God-Forsaken Land."

  Amon took off the monocle on his right eye and pinched it, with a playful smile on his lips, saying,

  "I think I know why you described Medici and the other three as hot pot. Next time we meet, I will share this good news with him, no, them."

  Renekton continued Amon's words and said, "Do I need to prepare a bottle of Provocateur's potion in advance?"

  Amon paused, then laughed,

  "Hahaha, you are really funny. If you could have come to this world earlier, I wouldn't be so bored."

  Renekton nodded without comment and said, "It's a pity that even the Mother Earth cannot completely determine the birth of a life."

  Amon asked with interest,

  "It seems that you don't quite agree with the teachings of the Mother Earth. What is your opinion?"     Renekton took a piece of cooked beef from the boiling soup pot and tasted it. After confirming that there was no problem, he nodded gently to Amon and answered the question just now:

  "The body is just a shell, and the soul is the essence."

  "I agree with what the Moss Ascetic Order has always pursued, enriching itself with knowledge and pursuing the freedom and liberation of the soul."

  Amon imitated Renekton's movements and picked up a piece of meat to taste it. His originally slightly frowned brows relaxed a little, and he quickly chewed and swallowed the meat in his mouth.

  "Not bad." After commenting, he took out a few more pieces of meat from the pot.

  Only after tasting every kind of meat in the pot did he continue the previous topic and said:

  "Interesting interpretation, the body is just a shell, and the soul is the essence."

  After a pause of one second, he changed the subject and said:

  "So, you have changed your body and returned as Renekton Soth?"

  "Who were you before? Al Tynes?"

  Renekton was stunned for a moment. Amon's topic change caught him off guard.

  After a pause, he chuckled and said,

  "Of course not. Why would you think so? I'm not an 'audience'."

  Amon said without raising his head,

  "But you have an identity separated by the ability of a high-sequence 'audience', don't you?"

  Renekton tried to concentrate on not letting Amon steal too many ideas and important information, and he defended himself,

  "Do I look like an old man?"

  "That clone can exist because of the special 'White Tower' pathway. He can use 'simulation' to give himself some of the characteristics of the 'audience' pathway, so he can exist forever."

  Amon stopped talking and focused on eating the hot pot, and from time to time he put some of his favorite dishes into the pot.

  After that, the two of them ate the hot pot in silence. Renekton's mind flashed with evaluations of various ingredients and improvement plans for the hot pot from time to time, constantly distracting himself to avoid Amon stealing his ideas inadvertently.

  They put down their chopsticks only after they had eaten all the dishes on the table. Renekton leaned back against the back of the chair and stretched out his right hand. Starlight instantly fell around him. One after another, densely packed and dazzling.

  These stars cast one after another of bright and clear rays of light, covering the entire hall. Under the starlight, the smell of hot pot in the air completely disappeared, and the remaining soup base in the iron pot also collapsed and disappeared under the starlight.

  As the starlight dissipated, the shadows on the backlit ground instantly came alive, flowing continuously, surging like water, and instantly engulfed the tables, chairs and the iron pot in the middle.

  Then it dripped onto the floor as if it was dissolved and dissipated into nothingness.

  Amon, who was sitting on the wooden chair just now, suddenly disappeared. The next moment, he appeared directly on the sofa next to him, leaning his body sideways, with his right leg raised, and a sense of drowsiness after a full meal.

  Glancing at the leisurely Amon, Renekton walked straight to the sofa next to him and sat down, suddenly saying:

  "Do you know what happened in this city?"

  Amon remained motionless and said in a flat voice: "Yes, is this the reward for treating me to hot pot?"

  After a moment of silence, Renekton nodded and said, "Yes."

  Amon organized his words and said:

  "After the Cataclysm, the East Continent was shrouded in dangerous darkness, and the humans left here made many attempts to survive."

  "Some tried to escape from this continent, and some tried to change themselves to adapt to the environment here."

  "As a former country of craftsmen, the people here have extremely high attainments in various technologies. They want to abandon the human flesh and blood, transform themselves into mechanical puppets, and make this city into a complex magical object, their 'Puppet City'."

  "But unfortunately, the catastrophe has affected all aspects, including the materials they used to build the puppets. As expected, they all went crazy. The puppets slaughtered all the living creatures in the city, and then returned to their posts as if nothing had happened, entering an eternal, repetitive daily life in the false world."

  Renekton listened calmly. Amon's story was not much different from his previous guess.

  When Amon finished his story, he asked again:

  "The materials for building the puppets were contaminated. Couldn't they find out? What is the false world?"

  "Of course they found out, but what's the use? The whole continent was affected. The materials they stored were not enough. They could only use the contaminated materials in small quantities and multiple times, accumulating madness bit by bit, and trying to find a solution before the problem broke out." "

  As for the false world, they used the legacy of the 'Secret Angel' to create a world composed of pure information, put their own consciousness into it, and established a new Cysitine."

  "Unfortunately, when the puppets had problems, the information world also had problems."Chapter 512 Werewolf (One more chapter)

  "A world made up of pure information?" Renekton frowned and whispered.

  His intuition told him that what Amon said was true, but he did not feel any trace of the existence of the information world in this city.

  As if he saw what Renekton was thinking, Amon chuckled and explained:

  "The Sesitine made up of pure information was hidden by the puppets here and fell silent with them."

  "Do you have a way to get in?" Renekton said this with certainty.

  Amon nodded and said:

  "Of course, this is very simple for me. I just need to create some errors and cheat some rules."

  "'Errors' are the natural enemy of this information world. Its logic is far less complex and tight than the real world. There are loopholes everywhere that can be exploited."

  Bugs are the lifelong enemies of programmers. Renekton couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and it was too late when he came to his senses and gathered his mind.

  Amon sneered with an obscure expression on his face, then spoke calmly:

  "Oh, you also know about bugs, that madman told you? Obviously impossible, so, you have some kind of relationship with my father? Is this also the reason why you cooperated with that madman?"

  "By the way, what is a programmer? Is it a title for people who can create the information world?"

  Careless. Renekton looked at Amon calmly, thinking about how he should get out of this.

  Amon suddenly stood up from the sofa, clapped his hands, and transparent faces floated out from the surroundings one after another. They were big or small, but all looked exactly like Amon.

  Some parasitized on the dust in the air, some on the bookshelves, and some on the walls.

  All the Amons on the floor looked at Renekton at the same time. In the weird atmosphere, all the Amons spoke at the same time:

  "The God-Forsaken Land is closed off from the outside world. Here, the 'Hidden Sage' can't help you. How do you want to get rid of me? Rely on the remaining divine power of those guys? Last time you used the mob and the night, who's it this time? The noisy sun? Or the old dragon that always betrays?"

  After a pause, the Amon who appeared at the beginning said playfully:

  "Or, do you want to rely on the help of the 'Fool'? "

  Perhaps because he had more contact with Amon, Renekton's first reaction at this moment was not to panic, nor to rush to escape, but to complain in his heart: Oh no, I fell into the pile of Amon.

  Amon, who was standing in the middle of the hall, said with a straight face, "You don't seem to be in a hurry."

  Renekton shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently,

  "It's useless for me to be anxious, right?"

  "At this moment, we have no reason to have a conflict."

  After a pause, he suddenly said, "Why don't we play a game?"

  "What game?" Amon asked curiously.

  Renekton was silent for a moment, and organized his words to introduce:

  "Well, it can be called: Werewolf."

  "This game requires a certain number of people, who will serve as the poor, hunters, witches, good people, and werewolves, and you happen to have a lot of clones."

  While speaking, Renekton's eyes swept over the transparent faces of various sizes around him, and he carefully explained the rules of Werewolf to Amon.

  At the end, he added,

  "During the game, your clones cannot communicate with each other in any way other than language."

  Amon looked at Renekton for a moment without any emotion. When Renekton thought he would refuse, he suddenly chuckled and nodded, saying,

  "It sounds interesting. I agree."

  "Who of you is willing to participate?"

  "Me." All the Amons spoke at the same time.

  Amon's eyes swept through the transparent faces around him, and he answered without surprise: "You guys vote for it."

  The transparent faces around him, big or small, suddenly fell silent, as if they were communicating in some secret way.

  Seeing this scene, Renekton sank his eyes, and looked at Amon, who was wearing a black classical robe and a pointed soft hat of the same color, and said:

  "Now I believe that you are the real person."

  "Is it important? As long as I want, the real person and the clone can be exchanged at any time."

  Amon pinched the monocle on his right eye while speaking, and a pale white light passed through the lens. Suddenly, a round table with gorgeous decorations appeared in the center of the hall, and there were eight high-backed chairs scattered around.

  Renekton's eyes swept over the suddenly appeared table and chairs, and all kinds of details and information were in his sight. The product of the Tudor Empire in the Fourth Epoch, there was also the emblem of the Amon family in the middle of the round table. Even things like tables and chairs, it is hard not to wonder whether Amon's collection room covers all kinds of items in this world.

  Amon suddenly said, "Do you want to go into my collection room and take a look?"

  Renekton waved his hands and said, "No, I don't want to be one of your collections."

  "Not necessarily in the form of a collection, you can try to get it." Amon said without sincerity.

  Renekton's mouth twitched: "So what did you really think just now?"

  "You can guess, or try." Amon said with a chuckle.     "Forget it, I'm not interested." Renekton shook his head and refused.

  While the two were chatting, the Amons around them had already voted. Finally, the Amons with the strongest auras came out. Their bodies quickly solidified and their images changed. Some became ancient nobles of the Fourth Epoch, some became postmen with messenger bags, and some became sailors.

  Everyone found a seat and sat down around the round table.

  Sandwiched between a bunch of Amons, Renekton always felt a little uncomfortable, as if he was the husky that mixed into the wolf pack.

  After everyone was seated, he tapped the table twice with his right hand, making a tapping sound.

  Dots of starlight spread out and condensed into eight cards in the air, with images of witches, werewolves, hunters, etc. on them.

  Snap!

  Amon, who was sitting at the top wearing a black classical robe, suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Renekton felt that he had instantly lost control of the cards condensed by starlight in the air.

  Amon raised his hand and pinched the monocle on his right eye with an unchanged expression, and a majestic male voice suddenly sounded:

  "Extraordinary abilities are prohibited here!"

  With these words, Renekton instantly felt that he had lost most of his extraordinary abilities, and the remaining extraordinary abilities that could still be used were also weakened a lot, but the extraordinary abilities that maintained the illusion and cards around him were not affected.

  Amon looked at Renekton with a smile on his face, and said with a smile:

  "Some small tricks to prevent cheating."

  "Don't look at me like that, I'm not the 'Black Emperor'. Most of the time, I still abide by the rules. After all, this is more conducive to fraud and theft, and it is more challenging, isn't it?"

  Feeling the changes in himself, Renekton said in a doubtful tone:

  "This degree of 'ban' doesn't seem to work on you."

  Amon was not annoyed at being exposed, and said very calmly:

  "It can only be circumvented, not completely without effect. With the eyesight of the 'Master of Prophecy', I believe you can tell whether I have cheated or not."

  Renekton sighed lightly and said, "So I don't really want to play games with you. If you don't play some high-end operations, you are not Amon."

  "You really know me, why don't we add some chips to the game. The loser needs to satisfy a small need of the winner, just a small need."

  Amon emphasized the words "small needs".

  Renekton smiled noncommittally and said,

  "Then you use your own authority to magnify this 'small demand'?"

  "But, that's fine. Anyway, I'm sitting here, and it seems that I have no chance to say no."

  After the voice fell, he leaned back on the chair, trying to relax himself and empty his mind, so as not to let Amon steal too much information from him.

  Amon reached out and took off the monocle from his right eye, tossing it in his hand. The other Amons around him also took off their monocles and silently put them back in their pockets.

  "This will make me look more sincere, so let's get started."

  As Amon spoke, his right index finger gently tapped twice on the table. The cards that were originally floating quietly in the air were disrupted, interspersed with each other and constantly changing positions.

  The next moment, the positions of these cards were replaced, and they instantly appeared in front of the people sitting around the round table, with a card in front of each person.

  Renekton calmly glanced at the cards in front of him. On the cards was a middle-aged man in grey coarse clothes. Below the cards, there was a word written in ancient Fusac: civilian.

  It was hard not to suspect that Amon was behind the extraction of identity cards. After complaining in his heart, Renekton raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The floating cards in front of everyone instantly shattered and turned into starlight and dissipated.

  Sitting at the top, Amon, who was wearing a black classical robe, looked at Renekton and said:

  "You 'secret peepers' have good eyes. I wonder if you have memorized these identity cards?"

  "Do you value me too much, or do you despise yourself too much?"

  Renekton replied calmly. He looked up expressionlessly and looked at Amon, who was sitting in the main seat and seemed to be his real body. He really didn't steal my thoughts, or he just didn't show it, preparing to deceive me later.

  While the two were talking, another translucent Amon floated out from the middle of the round table. He was like a ghost, illusory and elusive, without substance.

  Amon, who looked like a ghost, was wearing a white clergy robe and holding a silver cross in his hands. He floated in the air and spoke in a low and heavy voice:

  "Get ready." "It's dark, please   close your eyes.

  " Amon, the clergyman floating in the middle of the round table, pushed the process forward in a calm tone. Renekton, who was sitting on a high-back chair, closed his eyes instinctively and unconsciously clenched the armrest with his right hand.   Amon's killing is not real, fortunately, I prepared a few more paper substitutes before. Why did I have a brain seizure? Playing games with Amon, I feel like I am his game. The oppressive feeling of a group of Amons sitting around made Renekton relieve the pressure only by constantly complaining in his heart.    Chapter 513: First Out

  "It's dawn, please open your eyes."

  While Renekton was still complaining, the clergyman Amon had already completed the process.

  He calmly looked at Amon, who was wearing a black classical robe, at the top, and said with very restrained emotions in his eyes:

  "The person who was killed last night was you!"

  His finger suddenly pointed at Amon, who was wearing a black classical robe.

  At this moment, Renekton felt that he seemed to see the unconcealed surprise and joy in the eyes of the Amons around him.

  It can only be said that he is worthy of being Amon, which is both surprising and reasonable.

  Amon, who was wearing a black classical robe, made a very sad expression and said, "Well, you are really good at playing."

  As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and grasped it in the air. Amon, who was floating in the middle of the table and wearing a white clergy robe, suddenly disappeared, and the silver cross that was originally held by this Amon also appeared in the hands of Amon in a black classical robe.

  Renekton looked at it in surprise, and then retracted his gaze, leaning his head against the back of the chair, with a posture of closing his eyes and resting his mind.

  Amon, wearing a black classical robe, played with the silver cross in his hand and said,

  "Next, I will lead you through the process of the game."

  After a round of speeches, all the Amons said that they were good people, and at the same time denounced Amon who hid his identity and chose to backstab the main body in the first round.

  These Amons are so dramatic. Will all the three families become so schizophrenic in the later stages?

  While Renekton was still complaining, Amon, who was sitting at the top, had already started to push the process:

  "

  Please close your eyes when it's dark." "Please open your eyes when it's dawn."

  "The one who was killed last night was you."

  As expected, Renekton saw Amon pointing a finger at himself.

  These Amons were killing like crazy. I always felt that they were not here to play games, but to vent their resentment that was usually squeezed by the main body. The only outsider left, and the rest were playing with themselves. I really doubted their mental state.

  Renekton looked around the Amons around the round table. His figure suddenly became transparent, breaking into dots of surging bright starlight, and scattered out of this illusion.

  As the stars faded, the library constructed in this illusion instantly became transparent and disappeared.

  At the top, Amon, who was sitting leisurely on a high-back chair, squeezed the monocle in his hand. The illusion that had just disappeared reappeared, and there was no change from before, except for the wall lamps on the surrounding walls and pillars. The originally jumping firelight was frozen there, like a static three-dimensional painting.

  Amon, wearing a black classical robe, glanced at the Amons around the round table who were already immersed in the game. After casually designating the person who had just been eliminated to replace himself, he calmly put the monocle in his hand on his right eye.

  The next moment, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and when he appeared again, he had already arrived outside the church in the center of the city.

  The surging starlight gathered around here, and the pieces of starlight quickly reunited inside, revealing the figure of Renekton.

  Renekton looked at Amon who arrived here before him and was not surprised. He would have been surprised if Amon had not followed.

  His eyes swept over Amon, and he casually said:

  "You actually didn't cheat in the game, which is surprising."

  Amon raised his hand to tidy up a strand of hair on his forehead, and chuckled and said:

  "Surprising is also a kind of fraud."

  Glancing at Amon with a faint smile on his lips, Renekton walked straight to the prayer hall of the church.

  Amon did not move, but his figure was firmly attached to Renekton, and the distance between the two seemed to be non-existent.

  While he was firmly attached to Renekton, he sighed:

  "It's a pity that neither of us won. I was originally planning to ask you to help me get some samples of the gray fog."

  "Are you sure this is just a small request? Besides, the historical fog is something that I can't even touch without the authority of time or history."

  Renekton complained a little speechlessly.

  While talking, the two had already arrived at the prayer hall, and everything here had returned to its original state.

  The puppets in clergy robes were lying on the ground in an orderly manner, confessing noisily and devoutly to the inverted statue.

  Amon suddenly took two steps forward, looking around, and said,

  "The iron smelting technology at that time was not perfect. It was considered a luxury to be able to use so many metal products to build puppets and cities."

  Renekton did not respond to his words. He gently rubbed his thumb and middle finger on his right hand, creating dots of golden starlight, emitting a bright but not dazzling light, illuminating the entire hall.

  In the brightly lit hall, Renekton looked at the murals on the surrounding walls very carefully this time, trying to interpret some useful information from them.

  While memorizing the murals around him, he chatted with Amon casually:     "Can they recognize you, Lord 'Angel of Time'?"

  "No, there are not many records about me, and this is not a city that believes in me, so they know even less about me."

  Amon slowly shook his head and explained. While speaking, he had already approached the upside-down statue, with the brim of his pointed hat drooping, making it difficult to see the expression on his face.

  Renekton continued to ask after Amon's words:

  "I am a little curious, where is the city that believes in you? Is it also like the Amon family in the Fourth Epoch, full of your clones?"

  "It wasn't before."

  Amon replied lightly, holding the monocle in his right hand and shaking it gently.

  Boom!

  A deafening sound accompanied by a thick silver-white explosion in the prayer hall.

  After a dazzling silver-white, fine electric snakes scurried around on the ground and walls. The originally upside-down statue turned into charred rubble scattered on the ground, with black jelly sticking on it, and the silver-white electric snakes scurried on it very slowly.

  The puppets crawling on the ground suddenly paused, as if they had suffered too much damage and suddenly crashed.

  This silence did not last for a second, and scarlet light poured out from the holes in their puppets, full of madness and depravity.

  "No!"

  "Lord~ Have you abandoned us?"

  ".Why is this happening! Why?"

  "Ho~ho."

  The puppets' voices gradually became chaotic and crazy, and in the end they could not even utter a complete sentence, leaving only the hoho sound of the friction between the parts of the temples.

  Renekton turned his head to look at Amon who was standing quietly in front of the broken statue. He was playing with the crystal monocle in his right hand, his eyebrows were drooping, and his expression was gray and unclear. The idols around him did not notice his existence at all, and directly passed him and gathered around where Renekton was standing.

  Renekton stood there, deep blue light flowing in his eyes, and he whispered a word in the dragon language:

  "Frost!"

  With him as the center, waves of crystal clear light fell from the air, spreading out with a biting chill, quickly sweeping the entire prayer hall, covering the entire hall with a thick layer of frost.

  The puppets that were originally approaching stopped instantly, unable to move forward. They were hung with ice spikes one after another, and the scarlet light full of madness and depravity from the pores of their bodies became a little dim.

  Snap! Snap!

  There were waves of crisp sounds coming from the thick ice layer, and cracks from the inside to the outside spread like a spider web, with dark things flowing inside, as if they would surge out at any time.

  Amon had put on the monocle he had been playing with without him noticing, and a voice appeared beside Renekton and said,

  "When the people here built this church, they added some self-repair functions to it. If they cannot be completely erased or thrown far away, these dolls can continue to regenerate."

  "Self-repair function?" Renekton murmured in a low voice, and suddenly thought of the deep red spiritual light he saw when he looked at this temple before. He asked uncertainly:

  "The characteristics of the Moon Path? The 'Creator' who has mastered a certain authority in the field of life, or the 'Master Summoner'?"

  Amon shook his head slowly and said,

  "Neither, just the 'Witch King', but the original owner of that characteristic was affected by the breath and divine power left by the Mother Goddess of the Earth. He became crazy and possessed incredible vitality. After being cleared away by the people here, they retained this trait and used it to create magical items."

  "Do you know too much?" Renekton looked at Amon on the side with some suspicion. The other party acted as if he had witnessed all of this here with his own eyes.

  Amon pulled the corner of his mouth, and said in a bad and playful tone:

  "I have always had a clone stationed here, and I also participated in the fight between the conservative faction and the evolutionary faction at that time."

  Are you sure you are just participating, not fanning the flames?

  "Rather than criticizing me in your heart, you should think about how to deal with these puppets in front of you. Your frost can no longer trap them."

  As soon as Amon finished speaking, the crackling sound around became clearer and more frequent.

  Sizzle!

  The sound of the ice breaking suddenly sounded, and a mechanical arm made of metal stretched out from the thick ice, followed by one mechanical arm, head, and thigh after another from the ice everywhere.

  The broken ice fell to the ground without making any sound, and was directly swallowed by the dark darkness condensed by shadows and darkness.

  "There are so many residual auras of gods here, and they don't affect each other?"

  Renekton sighed, and the brilliance flowing in his eyes outlined one mysterious symbol after another. His right hand waved in front of him, creating dots of bright starlight, outlining strange and mysterious symbols.

  The azure starlight gradually turned golden, dyeing everything around it golden, spreading out layer by layer.  Chapter 514: Autistic Doppelganger

  The pure and clear light illuminated every corner of the surroundings, turning into a darkness without a trace, leaving no shadow.

  The surging darkness and shadows around were constantly shrinking and disintegrating under the light, and were soon dispelled.

  But the scarlet light flowing from the pores of the puppets became more intense, with a madness that was almost condensed into substance, dyeing the surrounding pale golden light with a light red.

  Amon walked leisurely to the corner, took out a dark brown high-back chair from his collection and sat down, and in his hand, like a magic, he took out a glass of dark red and fragrant wine.

  He was like a leisurely commentator, tasting the wine and said:

  "The materials on them have become resistant to the purification power of the solar field. The more they are purified, the more they will intensify some of the pollution in them."

  "Why don't you try to destroy this place directly and forcefully?"

  "Then provoke a stress response in this temple?" Renekton slightly turned his head and glanced at Amon behind him with his peripheral vision, rejecting the other party's proposal.

  He looked deeply at the puppet whose aura was connected to the temple. The faint sense of danger was still there, but he couldn't see where it came from.

  When a puppet was about to rush to him, he threw a pea on the ground.

  The pea grew instantly and turned into thick green vines, covering the surrounding area like a rainstorm, submerging all the puppets.

  They intertwined and quickly formed a forest, layer upon layer, and the top was not visible at all. The puppets were forcibly dispersed to various parts of the green forest and disappeared from sight along with the vine forest.

  After getting rid of the puppet for a short time, Renekton glanced at Amon, who was still sitting in a high-backed chair and calmly tasting red wine, and said:

  "You have been following me just to fish in troubled waters at that time. Is there anything you need here?"

  "Isn't it what I need?" Amon asked with a chuckle.

  Renekton's eyes paused for a moment, then moved away as if nothing had happened, and then walked towards the passage behind the prayer hall.

  His movements were not very coherent. Without Klein's help above the gray fog, the negative effects of this temple on flesh and blood life appeared on him again.

  If you stay here for a long time, even if you are a demigod, your body will suffer some irreparable damage, just like using ancient machinery, no matter how you renovate it, it will never be brand new.

  Amon appeared beside Renekton at an inopportune time and asked,

  "Why don't you ask me for help? I can help you steal the negative effects on your body."

  "Of course I'm worried that you will steal more things." Renekton frankly expressed his concerns.

  While speaking, he kept walking towards the garden behind the passage. Before he got close enough, he noticed that flowers, plants and trees made of colored paper, iron sheets and sawdust had reappeared in the garden, but compared with before, they were obviously much sparser.

  As he got closer, he saw a scarecrow-like puppet standing in the garden:

  its body was simply made of hay bundles, and it was wearing a torn, dark, rough rag shirt, a patched pointed hat on its head, and an exaggerated smile painted on its face.

  It had no hands, but instead had a sickle and a rake, and its feet were rusted hollow iron pipes.

  "It seems that the materials here are not very abundant. This puppet was simply pieced together with the only materials."

  Renekton sighed, and in his hand, he condensed an ancient-style spear, which was burning with balls and balls of blood from the tip to the handle.

  The dark red spear flew out of his hand at the moment it took shape, leaving a gradually fading dark red light in the air, and easily penetrated the body of the scarecrow-like puppet. The

  body of the puppet made of straw bundles was instantly ignited by the dark red flames, disintegrating and burning into ashes.

  The doll's body quickly became thinner and brittle, and finally broke into pieces of red phosphorus-like moonlight.

  On the other side of the garden, a crimson moonlight rose, and a doll made of straw took shape in the crimson moonlight.

  The paint on its face turned into an angry expression, and the withered hay on its body turned scarlet, as if it had been stained with blood. There was a faint mist steaming on it.

  Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

  The hay on the doll shot out like sharp arrows, leaving a sound of sharp objects rubbing against the air in the air.

  The scarlet hay shot out densely and instantly penetrated the bodies of Renekton and Amon.

  The former's body suddenly became transparent and illusory, and the moment it was penetrated by the hay, it turned into a pile of foam.     These bubbles also reflected the bright starlight, reflecting the dreamy colors, flying in all directions, and then being pierced and broken by the hay in an instant.

  The hay like sharp arrows easily penetrated Aamon's body, making a puffing sound, but it did not splash a trace of blood. There was no wound on Amon's body. He directly stole the damage of the scarlet hay to himself.

  Amon raised the monocle at the position of his right eye, strolled through the rain of hay arrows, and approached Renekton who had appeared at the edge of the garden.

  Renekton briefly looked at the sign hanging on the gate in front of him. There were a few words on it that were somewhat similar to the ancient Fessac language: Puppet Workshop.

  The deepness in his eyes flashed, and he roughly understood what was behind this door.

  There were about twenty minutes left. Renekton estimated in his mind how long he could stay here. Once this limit was exceeded, the negative effects that continued to accumulate on his body would affect his actions and judgment.

  The door creaked as he pushed it. Unlike the darkness in other places, the puppet workshop was brightly lit. The lighting facilities were crystals in the shape of lampstands.

  They emitted a bright yellow light like the sun, illuminating the entire puppet workshop, leaving no trace of darkness or shadows.

  Renekton stretched out his hand and gently grasped it in the air. A night with a sense of peace and tranquility was dragged out from the void by him, covering himself. The traces of his existence were cleverly covered up and completely disappeared. After

  making sure he was secretive, he raised his legs and entered the puppet workshop.

  As soon as he entered the workshop, Renekton felt that the layer of secrecy on his body had been greatly weakened. The sluggish feeling on his body, like an old machine, was rapidly fading away, replaced by a feeling of restlessness growing from the bottom of his heart. The emotions that had been deliberately suppressed in his heart all became active, and all kinds of messy thoughts in his mind floated up.

  Under the influence of the sun domain, some emotions were suppressed to the extreme, while some became extremely fanatical. It was also a little hot, and it felt like suddenly going from winter to midsummer.

  As the sluggish feeling on his body completely disappeared, Renekton faintly felt the sweat gradually seeping out of his forehead, and the heat spread from his emotions to his body.

  He took a deep breath, and the deep blue quietly flowing in his eyes became much purer and richer, giving people an extremely sacred and wise feeling, but it seemed quite indifferent and without temperature.

  In this state, his resistance to the abnormal state around him was significantly improved.

  At this time, he had the energy to look at the surrounding situation. It was a bit like a large workshop, with many mechanical devices made of solid wood and metal neatly arranged. Each mechanical device had at least two puppets with only half a body. They were like workers who were firmly fixed in place, doing the same work non-stop.

  On the workbench, a tall tree made of sawdust, iron sheets and colored paper was repeatedly disassembled and reassembled.

  Renekton soon found the most special and conspicuous one among these puppets. It wore a gray-white stone mask on its head, and a crystal monocle was embedded in the right eye socket of the mask.

  It seemed to notice Renekton's gaze, and it suddenly stopped its movements, looked up at Renekton in confusion, and then looked down blankly.

  Not Amon? A doubt flashed through Renekton's mind. The light in this workshop was a bit dazzling, which had some impact on his prying eyes, and he couldn't see clearly.

  Amon's figure suddenly appeared in the workshop. He walked around twice in a very familiar way, walked to the puppet with a monocle on the mask, reached out and took off the monocle on its mask, tossed it twice in his hand, and said:

  "Too boring life has made this clone fall into a self-enclosed state. Simply put, he is autistic."

  While Amon was speaking, Renekton faintly saw a few pale white spots of light separated from the puppet and merged into Amon's body.

  Seeing this, he asked curiously, "You don't want this clone anymore?"

  Putting the monocle in his pocket, Amon said calmly,

  "He doesn't want to be a puppet anymore, so he chose to return to his original body."

  "The puppets here are only a shell and crazy instincts, controlled by this temple, and their consciousness stays in the cyssite woven by pure information, or is sealed there."

  "Do you want to go there to have a look? The information there is seriously polluted and may collapse at any time."

  Renekton did not answer immediately. His eyes, which were flowing with bright light, suddenly became extremely deep, like the sea before a storm. His eyes obviously lost focus and were vast.

  In this case, he could peek into the long river representing fate and some future directions.

  After a brief loss of focus, his eyes became clear again. He did not "predict" too much useful information, but he roughly understood the dangers and his own gains.

  After a brief silence, he nodded and said, "You can go."  Chapter 515 Information World

  Amon pulled the corner of his mouth, half sighing, half tentatively said:

  "I guess, no matter what the result of the prophecy is, you will not refuse my proposal."

  Without waiting for Renekton's answer, he raised his hand and pinched the monocle at the position of his right eye, and a dazzling white instantly engulfed everything.

  This situation lasted for less than a second, and the blazing white light gradually faded, revealing a sky with stars, the sun, and the moon coexisting at the same time, which seemed extremely chaotic.

  Under the chaotic sky, there was a group of ancient and gorgeously decorated buildings. The buildings were staggered and somewhat similar to the layout of the real Saisitin, but completely different in many details.

  There seemed to be many pedestrians in simple clothes coming and going on the streets of this city. It looked very lively, but there was no sound at all, and the silence was weird.

  They were like puppets, who could only make movements according to a fixed process, with numb and rigid faces, without the slightest breath of life.

  In addition to their numb and stiff expressions and movements, they also had many signs of alienation. Some of them had scales that only fish had on their skin, some of them had cold vertical pupils, and some of them had tails, ears, and short, thick fur.

  Next to Renekton, Amon introduced the situation here like a tour guide:

  "This is a manifestation of their spiritual pollution."

  "They?" Renekton keenly noticed Amon's choice of words.

  Amon nodded slightly and said:

  "Yes, although you see that they still barely maintain some human forms, this is just a calm appearance. They have already been completely alienated into monsters over a long period of time. With any slight stimulation, they will immediately reveal their true monster appearance."

  As if to verify his words, Amon smiled and walked to a man dressed like a sailor, stretched out his hand and gently patted his shoulder and said:

  "Do you see the fish I put here?"

  The man with a numb and stiff expression slowly turned his neck, making a creaking sound, as if his head would fall off at any time.

  "Fish"

  "Fish, fish."

  He repeated what Amon had just said over and over again, but could only pronounce the syllable "fish".

  As he opened his mouth, the thick beard that covered half of his face swayed up and down, revealing a mouth full of transparent, slippery mucus and fangs.

  It was no longer like human lips, but more like the mouth of some marine creatures. The slippery, transparent mucus kept dripping, and the thick beard on his face began to wriggle as if it had life.

  "Fish, I see. I see."

  "Ho-ho."

  The words in its mouth gradually became unclear, and in the end only the ho-ho sound made by the friction of the air remained.

  More slippery tentacles slid out from under his clothes, and the whole person instantly collapsed into a ball. One by one, the colorful tentacles made of many pieces of meat stretched out from the pores of his clothes, and there was a slippery liquid like pale yellow pus flowing.

  The light around them suddenly dimmed, and the air seemed to be dyed with a layer of sea blue at this moment, as if it had sunk into the sea, and fine water droplets kept seeping out of the air.

  Renekton unconsciously reached out to cover his mouth and nose. He had a strange feeling of suffocation, and there was a salty and wet taste in his mouth, as if he had suddenly sunk into the deep sea.

  Amon raised his hand and pinched the monocle at the position of his right eye. The strange scene around him suddenly disappeared, and the surrounding space turned into an empty gray and black.

  Only the colorful tentacles made of many pieces of meat were still dancing, pulling out tentacles towards Renekton and Amon with madness and the primitive desire to destroy everything.

  The deep blue flowing in Renekton's eyes froze for a moment, and before he raised his hand to make a move, dots of golden starlight had already emerged, emitting unparalleled light and heat, instantly filling the entire space.

  The tentacles that were still dancing instantly melted into drops of liquid like candles, dripping down continuously.

  The madness and primitive desire to destroy everything that was released from the tentacles were also fading rapidly, while an extreme enthusiasm and extremely fiery emotion were rising.

  Renekton's face suddenly became solemn. He felt that his spirituality was rapidly fading away, and along with his own little will, it was integrated into this false world, evolving in an extremely twisted and evil direction, while establishing a certain connection between himself and this false world.

  Without hesitation, he followed his intuition and stretched out his right hand to grab the void, and a layer of dark mist with a "secret" effect was caught in his hand.

  The light and heat around him dimmed rapidly, and the connection that he had just established with this false world was instantly cut off.

  Amon raised the monocle on his right eye and said belatedly,

  "This world constructed by information is not perfect. The low-level rules are too simple and there are too many logical loopholes, which leads to any extraordinary power being infinitely magnified here."

  "Just like before, it was just an ordinary out-of-control monster, but the aura it exuded directly formed a sea of ​​half-truths and half-falsehoods."

  "Although it is just a false world constructed by information, the dangers encountered here will still be fed back to our real spiritual bodies to some extent."

  Renekton glanced at Amon thoughtfully and added in a flat tone:     "This city is constantly eroding the spirituality and will of the intruders, especially when using extraordinary abilities, this situation will be more serious."

  "I am a little curious, if I can't restrain myself well and cut off my connection with this world in time, what will be the final result?"

  Amon chuckled and said with a look of reminiscence:

  "I have done experiments before. When the spirituality and will are eroded, this world will automatically generate a new you, who will truly become a part of this place, just like the one I just greeted."

  Renekton nodded thoughtfully and said:

  "No wonder you say that the people here have long been alienated into monsters."

  Amon said with emotion:

  "In the desperate darkness, this false world has become their only light and salvation. When they indulge in this place, they have already thrown the danger behind their minds."

  While speaking, he stretched out his hand and gently pulled it in front.

  With a cracking sound, the area shrouded in dark fog was pulled out by him to form an exaggerated crack.

  As the crack appeared, Renekton felt that the dim light and heat around him became active again, and extreme fanaticism and extreme excitement were growing around him.

  Restraining the urge to use his extraordinary ability, Renekton followed Amon and walked out of the area through the crack.

  As soon as he walked out of the crack, he found that the surrounding scene had changed. He and Amon came to a magnificent palace complex.

  Renekton's eyes swept over Amon calmly, knowing that he had just modified the position of the other end of the crack.

  Feeling his gaze, Amon turned back and raised his hand, pointing to the magnificent and ancient palace complex behind him and said:

  "This is the embodiment of the temple of Saixidin in reality. It is alive. It was built by the craftsmen here with the heart left by the 'Secret Angel'. It is also the center of this information world."

  "It will take some time for it to become active. We need to speed it up."

  As he spoke, Amon held the crystal monocle in his right hand and shook it gently. Suddenly, a huge ancient and mottled shadow appeared above his head.

  This shadow was like the surface of a wall clock carved out of stone. It was divided into twelve grids in total. Each grid was either gray or blue-black, interspersed with each other, with clear boundaries, and different symbols.

  Suddenly, an indescribable invisible torrent emerged from the huge shadow, as if it had come through a long history. Everything around was swept by this torrent, and it moved forward in time.

  This world constructed by information was a toy that he could play with at will. Renekton sighed in his heart, staring at the front, staring at the palace building that was undulating like a heart.

  The decorative gears on the walls all started to turn, making a constant clicking sound, and the well-arranged palace kept rising and falling to adjust its position.

  The sun, moon, and stars that appeared in the sky at the same time also began to move rhythmically, creating ripples, looking for their own positions.

  During this process, Renekton's eyes became extremely deep again, losing focus and looking blank.

  In his mind, extremely vague figures kept flashing, they were connected to each other, and separated from each other, like different personality aspects of a person.

  It's crazy. The consciousness of many natives, as well as the pollution they carry, have formed different personality profiles here. No wonder the resurrection of the "Secret Angel" failed. Once resurrected, He will become it, a monster with only crazy instincts. Self-sleeping is the best choice. Unfortunately, he met Amon.

  While sighing, Renekton raised his hand and condensed eyes containing countless stars, flashing cold and pure light, cold and indifferent.

  These eyes have no eyelashes, they blink and integrate into this world of information, turning into dim light points that wander around and collect information here.

  Amon finished stealing time, folded his arms across his chest, and said calmly:

  "So you are interested in this information world itself. I thought you wanted the relics of the Secret Angel. I woke it up for you."

  Renekton turned his head to look at Amon and said calmly: "What do you want from it?"

  Before he finished speaking, this world suddenly shook, and huge gullies spread out from the highest and most magnificent palace in the middle, like a dense and huge spider web.