Chapter 286: Amon: Huh?

Klein looked at the man wearing a black pointed soft hat, and for no reason, a panic arose in his heart; his spirituality seemed to wither slightly.

"This is Amon," Chumen threw the portrait to Klein, "Take it back and hang it in your detective agency; it's guaranteed to ward off all wraiths and evil spirits."

Warding off evil, huh... Klein couldn't help but retort, which also eased the tension in his heart.

Incidentally, Chumen pushed open the coffin of his own student.

There was no corpse inside, only a layer of pale gold padding at the bottom, and on the padding lay a worm with twelve rings on its body.

"Worm of Time"! Amon had left a "Worm of Time" here!

This was also a point that did not match Chumen's memories.

This "Worm of Time" was in a dormant state; once it woke up, it would be an Amon avatar.

With just this "Worm of Time," the level of this mausoleum had already been elevated to the Angel level.

And the existence of the worm caused Klein and Leonard, who saw it, to have their minds instantly flooded with terrifying whispers, their intuition jumping wildly.

Do not look directly at a god! Both of them had this thought arise.

"This is called a 'Worm of Time', it is a very good magical material."

Chumen's voice rang in Klein and Leonard's ears, pulling everything back to a normal state, and then he reached out his hand and pinched the "Worm of Time" out of the coffin.

The "Worm of Time" was about to wake up at a certain moment, to awaken its own consciousness, but in Chumen's hand, it truly became a kind of magical material.

This was somewhat different from what was in Chumen's memory, but it was of no importance.

While he was pinching the "Worm of Time," this avatar of Amon would never wake up again.

This was probably just a casual move by Amon, likely laid out against the Evernight Church.

Chumen tilted his head, glanced at Leonard, then withdrew his gaze, and the next instant, that "Worm of Time" turned into ashes and dissipated.

To Klein and the others, this looked like the decay of time, but in reality, it had entered Pallez's hands.

This was likely one of the few times in thousands of years that this old man had successfully counter-killed Amon.

At the same time, that time Barrier also disappeared, and Klein and Leonard could move around here as well.

"Collect all the Characteristics here." Chumen looked at the Beyonder Characteristics of those dead Beyonders, and besides that, there were various Extraordinary Creatures that had been eliminated outside.

This was already a very huge fortune.

"Yes!" Klein appeared particularly proactive.

And under the two's rapid scavenging, many Beyonder Characteristics were sorted and stored away—they had already anticipated this situation before coming, and had brought quite a few tools for this purpose.

In short, they returned fully loaded, and Klein's smile never stopped.

After collecting the spoils, Klein finally turned his gaze to the murals in the tomb chamber; the murals here were more numerous than in the tomb passage and were preserved more completely.

The largest painting among them occupied most of the tomb wall, depicting a huge cross, taller than a mountain, covered with layers of radiance, exceptionally sacred.

In front of it, there was vaguely a majestic and tall figure, as if supporting the heavens and the earth.

And below this existence were two exceptionally prominent Twelve-Winged Angels.

The faces of these two angels could not be seen clearly; one of the angels had wings of a chaotic and dark color, wearing a complex and gorgeous divine robe, decorated with various ornaments, revealing a kind of nobility and mystery.

And the other one...

Klein suddenly widened his eyes; the twelve wings of that angel with the blurred face were each a different color, carrying dreamy phosphorescence, scattering the radiance of the mind, and the entity itself was an infinite symbol of Fantasy.

"This is the Dream Angel?!" Klein was even somewhat incredulous; this matched the Dream Angel initially recorded by the major churches.

He had a certain understanding of this existence before the cross, who was likely the Creator initially worshipped by the City of Silver; the huge cross and the light and shadow supporting the heavens and earth were all symbols of Him.

It was just that Klein did not expect to see the "Dream Angel" here.

"How come this one is everywhere..." Klein always felt that he had been shrouded in the shadow of this person.

Not just him, it could even be said that this world was shrouded in the shadow of this Dream Angel.

The Church Scripture had Him, daily money had Him, occultism had Him...

In all sorts of things, you seem to be able to find the indelible traces of this existence.

This sense of presence is just too strong...

Klein looked at the other angels; this suspected Creator had a total of seven Twelve-Winged Angels under His seat.

This was already a terrifying number.

"Eh?" Klein looked at the next mural and suddenly saw that both the Dream Angel and that dark-colored angel were holding a young child in their arms.

"This is Amon?!" Klein looked at the young child playing with a Monocle, with black hair and black eyes, and suddenly a realization dawned on him.

"Son of the Creator? This kind of identity... it truly makes one breathless." Klein guessed Amon's identity.

Klein was already thinking about whether he would be struck by divine punishment for robbing the mausoleum of this Son of the Creator.

However, this was robbed by Bishop Chumen, not me... and Bishop Chumen is a Divine Favored of the Goddess, so even if Amon came, there would be nothing to fear.

Klein walked around and saw Chumen on the far side of the main tomb chamber.

He discovered that this Bishop was looking at a hidden corner.

In the corner, there was a stone door, and a clock-like symbol was carved on the stone door.

"This is... the Forsaken Land of the Gods."

More accurately, it was the Creator's Divine Kingdom of the Third Epoch and "Fantasy Land".

The Creator's Divine Kingdom was Amon's old home, placed in the Forsaken Land of the Gods by Sasriel, sheltering the original ZaowuzheXintu.

And "Fantasy Land" was also likely one of the things Amon wanted most.

"Forsaken Land of the Gods? Isn't that where 'Little Sun' is?" Klein blinked.

"It is best not to keep this thing." Chumen waved his hand to erase this door.

The specific portal seemed to turn into a sketch, becoming a few simple lines, and then was erased by an eraser.

It was the first time Klein had seen such a method, and he was somewhat curious, but he didn't ask further and continued to look for spoils.

At this very moment, the main body of Amon, wandering deep in the furthest reaches of the ocean, suddenly frowned.

He looked toward Backlund in the Loen Kingdom, sensing that the "Loophole" he had left behind had been hidden.

This was normal; the land where the Loen Kingdom was located was, after all, the territory of the Evernight Goddess, and had been since the Fourth Epoch.

Yet, after sensing this, the smile at the corners of his mouth gradually stiffened, and tilting his head, he let out a sound of confusion, "Huh?"

By relying on the "Worm of Time" he had left in the mausoleum, he saw something that was familiar to the point of being instantaneous.

It was an endless Dream Sea, with layers upon layers of Dream light orbs upon the sea.