Chapter 1123: Entrustment

After Lu Mian finished reciting Amon's current honorific, a light filled with the meaning of redemption shone from the void, from the river of destiny, condensing into Amon wearing a pointed soft hat and a monocle.

Amon looked left and right and said with a smile:

"You've finished talking? Do you want to have a duel?"

"You 'Hunters' have such good patience. Things that should have been talked about last September were actually dragged until now."

As he spoke, Amon clapped his hands lightly, for the patience of the two "Hunters."

The "Red Angel" Medici suddenly sneered:

"You've changed paths, why are you still quacking like a crow?"

"Come on, don't waste time."

"Stealing" someone else's highest sequence Beyonder characteristic is not an easy thing. Even if the target gives up resistance and cooperates actively, it requires a considerable amount of time, and there is a not-so-small probability of failure, and one must have an extremely high status oneself.

After urging Amon, the "Red Angel" sat back on his iron throne, leaned back against the chair, crossed his right foot, and struck his usual arrogant pose.

There was no fear on his face, nor was there any loss, just his eyes were slightly vacant, as if recalling.

"What are you thinking about?" Amon asked with a smile.

The "Red Angel" Medici laughed "hehe":

"Thinking about things before you were born."

Amon shook his head and pinched the monocle in his eye socket with his right hand.

His left hand took out a red apple and bit into it with a crunch.

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time." While Amon was speaking with a smile, the monocle on his face suddenly lit up.

He reached out his right palm toward the "Red Angel" Medici, his wrist turning heavily and slowly.

The "Red Angel" Medici was ignited instantly, his whole body placed in bright purple flames.

He endured this pain, maintaining a playful smile.

Burning in the raging fire, eternal in the raging fire.

After "stealing" the two "Conqueror" Beyonder characteristics of the "Red Angel" Medici and handing them to Lu Mian, Amon left the protected area.

He stood above the river valley of the still-surging Selenzo River, looking at the world in the distance:

Oak trees, each so huge they seemed to be reaching into the sky, stood on the earth, lush green covering the civilization left by humans. Cries of "wa," "wa," "wa" sounded from time to time, accompanied by the movement of group flight.

Suddenly, a figure stumbled out of the vaguely visible gray-white mist.

That figure looked handsome, wearing a formal suit, with scarlet eyes, and was clearly a vampire of not-too-low sequence.

After leaving the protected area, the vampire's body underwent alienation rapidly.

He collapsed into pieces of flesh and blood, growing a large number of reproductive organs, some from males, some belonging to females, some originating from special creatures.

They interacted with each other, interacting with the stones, wood, vines, etc., in the surrounding environment, gestating various new lives.

Amon watched with interest for a while, raised his right hand, and flicked a flame that was almost formless and colorless.

That flame landed on the frantically wriggling and constantly gestating flesh and blood, instantly igniting the latter, burning it along with the new life into ashes.

Amon turned to look at the edge of the gray-white mist and saw three vampires watching him, the leader being "Moon" Emlyn, wearing a half-top silk hat.

Amon smiled and looked back at the place where the giant oak trees stood.

He was on night watch tonight.

Emlyn, the "Moon" who rushed over to clean up the alienated ones, stared for a while, walked out of the gray-white mist, endured the illumination of the crimson moonlight, and retrieved the severely polluted Beyonder characteristic.

He and the other two vampires looked at each other and returned to the protected area in silence.

After sealing that Beyonder characteristic, Emlyn returned to his residence in Backlund and sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the red moon in the high sky.

Only in the protected area could he feel the peace brought by the crimson moon, the spiritual growth brought by it, and the beauty unique to the night.

The crimson moonlight of the ruin world was a kind of pain for their vampires, as if wanting to ignite them and burn them into pure spirituality.

Recalling his experiences over this period, Emlyn, who had always felt good about himself, couldn't help but have heavy emotions.

In the past, he always said he wanted to be the savior of the vampires and was full of motivation, but that was when the ancestor still existed and the apocalypse of the vampires was still in prophecy. Now, the apocalypse of the vampires had truly arrived and was happening.

Compared to Beyonders of other paths, after the red moon descended, vampires and Beyonders of the "Farmer" path were affected more deeply and severely. Over the past year, Emlyn didn't know how many fellow clansmen he had seen alienate into monsters or become the most ferocious enemies, and he had personally dealt with a large part of them.

Every day, familiar faces were saying goodbye, and every day, sad things were happening.

This is the apocalypse.

Up to now, compared to before the red moon descended, the vampire population was only half of what it was, slightly less.

"How can I save..." "Moon" Emlyn seriously thought about this question, no longer daydreaming, no longer hesitant.

—Affected by the descent of the red moon, the activities of vampire dukes were increasingly restricted, and they didn't dare to use their abilities easily, fearing they would lose control and alienate. Emlyn and other marquises were already the most powerful forces the vampires could use.

Emlyn, who vaguely guessed why the red moon, that is, the descent of the "Fallen Mother Goddess," could bring such a great impact, thought for a whole night, but still couldn't think of how to save his own race.

The sun rose, the day came, he pulled the curtains, lay on the bed, and entered a deep sleep, hoping that his active spirituality could give some hints through dreams.

In his daze, Emlyn suddenly heard a familiar female voice:

"Emlyn... Emlyn..."

Emlyn looked blankly at where the voice came from and vaguely saw a plump and gentle figure.

He instinctively shouted:

"Ancestor!"

That voice said in a slightly ethereal tone:

"There is something that needs to be entrusted to you."

If it were in the past, Emlyn would definitely be very happy, very proud, because this meant he was really going to be the savior of the vampires. But now, he only felt his shoulders were heavy, and his body seemed unable to bear it.

He was silent for several seconds and gave an answer in a low voice:

"Yes, Ancestor."

That plump and gentle figure said with maternal radiance:

"I will give you a 'Beauty Goddess' Beyonder characteristic. It contains my spiritual imprint and residual self-consciousness."

"Keep it safe. Perhaps one day, I can gain new life through it."

"It also contains an extra 'Creator' Beyonder characteristic. I will separate it for you in advance. Afterward, you go to the treasury to get auxiliary materials, strive to complete the promotion in a short time, and after the apocalypse comes, protect the remaining vampire members as much as possible."

Emlyn was not happy, but asked with doubt and worry:

"What about you, Ancestor?"

Why make arrangements for resurrection and new life?

That plump and gentle figure smiled and said:

"Some things must be done, some hope must be strived for."

Emlyn froze instantly, hearing the determination hidden in the ancestor Lilith's tone.

That plump and gentle figure didn't explain too much, just said in a mother's tone:

"My child, as long as you are still there, my bloodline has not been broken, and there is still someone who remembers my name, I will exist forever..."

This voice gradually became ethereal and disappeared in the dream.

The plump and gentle figure walked out from the dreamlike door cast by starlight and saw the majestic and towering ancient palace and the gray-white mist carrying this palace.

The "Fool," wearing a half-top silk hat and a black long windbreaker, was already sitting at the top of the bronze long table, waiting quietly.

This was one of his clones, a projection.

"This is 'Sefirah Castle'?" The beautiful woman full of maternal radiance sat on the back chair at the very bottom of the mottled long table.

She was the "Earth Mother Goddess" Lilith.

"The manifestation and extension of 'Sefirah Castle'." Mr. "Fool" answered in a peaceful voice, "You found me through dreams while sleeping. What is the matter?"

The "Earth Mother Goddess" Lilith, as if holding an illusory baby, said with a faint smile:

"I want to ask you to kill me."

"What is the meaning?" Mr. "Fool" asked at a speed that was neither fast nor slow.

The "Earth Mother Goddess" Lilith said with a gentle and firm smile:

"The 'Fallen Mother Goddess' used the fact that I once stole Omebella's identity and destiny, through symbolic operations, to make me fall into the current undead predicament. But conversely, we can also use this point."

"Since I equal Omebella, killing me will make the true Omebella die as well. And she is the link between the 'Fallen Mother Goddess' and the 'Mother Tree of Desire.' Cutting off the link can effectively delay the progress of the 'Fallen Mother Goddess' accommodating the 'Mother Tree of Desire' and win more time for everyone."

"The 'Fallen Mother Goddess' can use symbols, I think Mr. 'Fool,' you must also be able to. You who control 'Fooling' are perhaps a master in this aspect."

"The symbol that you equal Omebella is indeed established and still exists." Mr. "Fool" nodded gently, "But killing Omebella now will make the 'Mother Tree of Desire' hostile to us, thereby choosing to return to the 'Fallen Mother Goddess'."

"To Her, Omebella is the first child she gave birth to after having a new consciousness, not one born by others. She has occult significance and is her eldest daughter, just like the 'Fallen Mother Goddess' is the eldest daughter of the 'Original Creator.' She attaches great importance to Omebella."

Without waiting for the "Earth Mother Goddess" Lilith to respond, Mr. "Fool" tapped the edge of the bronze long table with his fingers:

"This can be used, but the time is not yet ripe."

The "Earth Mother Goddess" Lilith revealed a smile again:

"That's good. At least I can still use death to exert a little effect."

"I'm waiting for that time to come."

After speaking, this "Earth Mother Goddess" stood up and walked slowly away from above the gray fog.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 1124 =====