Pivot of the Sky

Chapter 074: Call of the Spirit

At some point, a layer of ice has condensed on the ground in front of Amon, and the floating mist has not completely dissipated. A layer of white mist on the ground just covers the ice layer, and the surface of the ice layer still flows with the mist Ripples, as if in a semi-melted state, are more difficult to detect.

If it were normal, Haiwen could still stabilize his body on the ice, but it was the end of a strong crossbow at this moment, and it caught him off guard. However, his response was extremely fast, and he did not give up the attack when his body could not control it. The short knife held by both hands was still glorious and swept towards Amon's waist.

Amon bowed his body and pushed the staff just to block the knife. The blade was broken, the blade slipped along the staff, and the tip of the blade had penetrated Amon's chest. Even if it went deeper an inch, he could stab. Broken heart killed Amon, but the battle was over at this time. Amon's staff also smashed down, hitting the back of Havin. The samurai died instantly without a hum, slashed his knife and flung his upper body on Amon's leg. Amon was thrown to the ground by him, but he didn't get up for a long time.

It was a long time before Amon struggled to sit up and lifted Havin's body aside. The wounds on the back shoulders, chest, waist, and thighs no longer bleed, but the pain was heartbreaking. In the mortal fight just now, he finally won the victory with the help of divine magic, and the only weak mana left him to perform the simplest divine magic with the staff.

Silently condensing a layer of ice on the ground was the earliest madman to let Amon cultivate. This was how he subdued the horse enterprise. Today, when facing a powerful enemy, it is still this hand that saved his life at the last moment.

Amon tired couldn't even stand up, didn't bother with the dead bodies and spilled things all over the place, he sat quietly with his eyes closed and rested, and the violent gasp gradually calmed down. Schrödinger didn't know where he was going. He never returned. Amon sat there until it was dark, without opening his eyes or moving. Once relaxed between life and death, he was exhausted and didn't even want to move.

After the sky was completely dark, Amon stretched out a hand to pick up the staff in front of him, and a soft white light fell quietly on his body, which was exhibited by mana that he reunited for a long time. Healing magic. The wound, which was no longer bleeding, healed slowly, but the painful feelings and injuries in his body did not heal. He was unable to put down his staff and began to practice the divine meditation practice every night.

Just as Amon and Vitruu met, Julian, who was far away from the strait city-state, could not help but shed cold sweat. The high priest of the Temple of Isis has just consulted Nero's personal notes and found the one said in his last words. It is clear that the scroll that Nero left to Amon turned out to be the legendary "storm of destruction" !!

It is called a legend because such scrolls are almost impossible to make successfully. Except for records in secret books, few people have actually seen them. It is an advanced scroll that can be unfolded after mastering intermediate-level divine magic, but the "Destroying Storm" is different from any other scrolls. To activate it, it must be at the cost of the user's life, and its power cannot be controlled at all.

It took Nile a few years to devote countless painstaking efforts to consolidate mana before making it successful. Not to use it, just a challenge to prove himself, he finally reached the pinnacle of scroll craftsmanship! Once the devastating storm unfolds, it will not only burn the user's life, but also destroy all life within its power. It is said that even the gods will be hit hard.

Julian thought of a possibility--

If Amon didn't tell the truth, the three scrolls left by Nero alone are still in his hands, then when life is threatened and he intends to end up with the enemy, destroying the storm is the last choice. If Amon really used this scroll, he would certainly be dead, and neither Vitruu, Haven, etc. would want to return.

If this is the case, the operation is not worth the trouble. The captain of the guard and his confidant were inexplicably missing. Julian did not know how to explain it.

Julian could only secretly ask God to bless him. Amon didn't use the scroll. Either he wasn't a magician, or Vitruu and others didn't give him a chance to use the scroll. Julian thought about it again, even if Amon was a magician, he might not have intermediate-level achievements. His worry was superfluous, and he laughed with a self-deprecating smile and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

When Julian, who was in the cape city-state, was sweating cold, a young **** the big boat in the Ronnie River was also surprised.

This luxurious ship is made of cedar fir, with its head and tail rising like a crescent moon. The hull is painted with precious trees and beautifully pale gold, and it is also engraved with Eju scriptures and various complex magical arrays. In addition to the ship below the deck, the ship building on the deck is three stories high, and the decoration is luxurious, mysterious and solemn. It is the ship of the prince of Isis, who controls the temple of Lower Iju, and represents the goddess of Isis, who is under the control of Pharaoh.

The sacrifice ceremony to the Roni River twice a year is presided over by Pharaoh, the lady of the Temple of Isis. This ritual is actually feeding herds of cattle and sheep into the Rhone River to feed the crocodile, but it symbolizes the sacrifice to the **** of Eju, the protector of the Rhony River, Osiris, so it is very important and the scene is grand.

The attendance of the maiden was just the presiding officer, and the priests led the people on the shore to throw the slaughtered, prescribed number of cattle and sheep into the river. Crowds of crocodiles swam over for food, opened their **** mouths and tore with sharp fangs. This horrible scene made thousands of people have a deep awe of the gods in their hearts.

Maria was wearing a gold crown with a staff and sitting on a high platform away from the shore, expressionless. She did not want to see the scene by the river, but just silently prayed to the goddess Isis in her heart. If it was a few years ago, this fragile and pure young girl might not have dreamed that she would host such a ritual, but now, as the guardian maiden of the Temple of Isis, she cannot help choosing, she has dedicated everything to the **** .

After the ceremony, the lady embarks on the ship and sails away from the shore. She will visit the Roni River on behalf of the goddess Isis. Thousands of people were still kneeling on the shore and worshipped at the top of the Virgin's ship until the ship disappeared in the sky.

The boat was flowing down the river, and Maria was sitting on the terrace on the third floor of the ship building, watching the mighty flowing water and wondering what she was thinking. Gabriel's waist-long sword stood beside her. On both sides of the deck below, the maiden's followers were pouring various prepared offerings into the river, dough and various monsters made of sheep's oil. , Symbolizing the legendary Osiris slaying monsters and protecting the population of Egypt.

Just then, the tears of the gods inlaid on the maiden's staff suddenly glowed a little golden light, shining on Maria's face. Gabriel's armor also reflected a touch of gold.

Gabriel paused for a moment, and whispered, "Master, what are you doing?"

Maria frowned slightly: "I did nothing and did not perform any divine magic, this is the spontaneous induction of the tears of the gods, and it actually affected my mana."

Gabriel asked, "What's going on, how could the tears of the gods feel spontaneously? I haven't seen anything like this for so long with you."

The tears of the gods were glowing with gold only for an instant, and then returned to normal. Maria looked at the staff and thought: "I have never seen it, but there are records in the ancient classics. It is said that this is the guidance and Summoning symbolizes some kind of metaphor--the divine or the angel of the divine is coming. "

Gabriel was surprised: "Sir, sir, you are calm! There are such miracles in the legend, are you so calm?"

Maria smiled slightly: "My great warrior, as the sage of the guardian spirit, should not be confused or surprised by the miracles. My inner vibration is beyond your imagination, but I already know how to not reveal it. Just now I really feel something, there seems to be a silent call somewhere. "

It has been more than two years since the town of Kaiduk. Maria is eighteen years old this year, her body is more mature than before, and her facial features have not changed much, and she can recognize it at a glance. But those who saw her almost never remembered Ai Kou back then. The girl in front of her was already the patron saint of the Temple of Isis, and there was an indescribable solemnity all around her.

Her eyes were clear and quiet, with silent compassion. Under her gaze, she felt inexplicable that this was the **** watching, often embarrassing and daring to look forward to it. This is a change of temperament, and it is also an inner connotation, but it always carries the shadow of the young girl Ai Kou, but not everyone can see it.

Gabriel asked again, "Where did the summons come from?"

Maria reached down and pointed down, "Just a distance from where we are."

Maria didn't know that while the tears of the gods on her staff suddenly glowed with gold, Amon was struggling to wave her bones. The tears of the gods passed through the divine shield and hit Vitruu's face. And Amon was even less clear, Maria was coming down the Ronnie in a boat, and was getting closer to where he was.

At dawn twilight the next day, Amon finally stood up with his staff in his hand. He heard a buzzing sound, and there were many flies shaking their wings on the wounded corpses. Two other wild dogs were tearing Obama's body, and Amon was startled, and ran into the forest again.

Amon looked at the body in front of Haiwen and sighed softly. The warrior nearly killed him, but eventually died in his hands. He is by far the worst and most respectable opponent Amon has encountered, but it is not clear what his name is. If Havin didn't attack Amon at the last moment, he could escape.

Maybe it was that Amon was not an opponent at all, maybe he had to complete the task, and Haiwen was eventually killed. Amon didn't want his body to be scrambled for food by wild dogs, a fireball fell with a wave of staff, and flames spread over Havin and burned him to ashes.

Amon thought about it and decided to incinerate all the corpses. These people have all been killed by him, all the hatred has ended, there is no need to expose them to the wilderness, and Amon does not want to leave traces of this battle . Amon had not forgotten to search these people's relics before the corpse was burned, because his belongings were scattered with the corpses.

The scattered items found need not be counted. There are some **** stones and coins, as well as weapons and wands. Of course, the most precious wand is Obama's one, and Vitruu's wand is also good. Two scrolls were found on Vitruu's body, and a scroll was also left in the ashes after the incineration of Haven's body. But the most important relics are two, both from Vitruu's arms.

The first thing is the **** stone inlaid with the base of the divine pattern, which looks like a delicate lamp, Amon actually recognized it! In his message, the old lunatic had taught him how to make various magical artifacts, among which was mentioned "the lamp of passing away". If it was very difficult for Amon to collect the materials himself, and he didn't know how many times he would fail to make them, today he got a precious finished product. He knew the use and purpose of this instrument, and then he fully understood why he could not escape tracking.

The second thing was a letter, sealed in a cowhide, and also divinely processed. If the person who got the letter could not unlock the magic circle on the envelope, the letter inside would be destroyed when the envelope was opened, and naturally nothing could be seen. But that didn't stop Amon, who opened the letter intact. The content of the letter was written in the Egoic scriptures, and most people did not understand it. But Amon just understood the text.

The letter was written by Julian to another high priest, Burke, in the Temple of Isis. After reading it, Amon took a sigh of breath, and even mentioned the people he knew-the Virgin Mary and the Samurai Gabriel. Column, and there are hidden feelings that he had never known before.

Julian conspired with Burke to try to get Virgin Mary to re-enter the order to transfer him from the Straits City State back to Monfiuse in the name of emergency. The letter also mentioned Gabriel, saying that the virgin is young and ignorant. Many things are assisted by Gabriel. She should think of a way to transfer Gabriel away from the temple so that she has no chance to return. Julian recommended his guard captain Haven, saying that the samurai is very likely to be promoted to the rank of samurai, and he can take over the position left by Gabriel.

Amon originally only knew that Ai Kou had become the maiden of the temple of Isis, but now he understands that the high priest of the temple of Isis has another selfishness, and it seems that he is not willing to give up the existing strength, but only wants the maiden to be a symbolic puppet. There was even an attempt to murder Gabriel. It seems that Gabriel is now the most respected assistant around the maiden, and the maiden's assistant should have been the high priest. Presumably, Ai Kou's life will not be very comfortable.

Amon looked at it for a long time, and just getting rid of the death threat, he began to worry about Ai Kou again. Anyway, his destination is Monfis, and he must try to give this letter to Ai Kou so that she can prepare and guard. In Amon's mind, although Aiko-Maria has become the maiden of the Temple of Isis, for him, she will always be the weak and pure girl.

Ammon didn't know why he was going to Monfis for the purpose of seeing the famous capital of Aju on the way to the mainland? Then suddenly came to understand-it was because of Ai Kou.

When he first walked out of the mountains and faced a strange and unknown world, he first went to King Barron to find Medanzo, and at the second station he returned to the cape city to return Nero's staff, and the third station was in his heart. Homeland of concern. Ai Kou was thinking in Monfis, even though she was a sacred lady above all peoples, Amon had to take a look for herself to be able to let go of her heart, even if she only saw her from a distance.

Seeing this letter, Amon realized that he was right. Is there really a calling and guidance of the gods in the bottom?

Amon carefully collected the letter, put everything into his bones, and set fire to the body and the remains. He himself changed a new set of clothes from Tashun, and threw old blood-stained and damaged clothes into the fire. The flames rose up in smoke, and everything that happened here was dispersed with the wind.

After only a night's rest, Amon was far from recovering, and he could hardly lift the bone from the ground. It took a lot of effort to put it in the pocket of his clothes and hide it under the ribs.

Amon took the iron stick staff into his bones, folded a real branch in his hand, and staggered out of the valley. When the sun rose above the treetops, he finally came to the flowing Roni River, and walked southward along the river and headed upstream. The nearest ferry was in that direction and there was a long way to go.

The sun was not very warm, but Amon was sweating gradually, and she was sweating all over, breathing more and more quickly until she was out of breath. He felt dizzy, nausea, soft body, black eyes, there was always a little bit of light flashing in his sight, his footsteps were getting heavier or even unable to lift, with each step, his footprints dragged on the beach Long, holding on to a branch can barely stand.

This feeling Amon once had, before the last time he met Abel and Cain brothers outside the Uruk city-state, it was that he had exhausted his mana excessively. And this time it is not only the mana that is consumed, the physical strength and energy have exceeded the limit that they can bear, coupled with too much blood loss due to injury, it can no longer hold on at this moment.

The short rest last night didn't slow him down, he just suppressed the injury. He knew very well that he had to find a smoky place quickly, otherwise he would faint in the wilderness without the ability to protect himself, and it would be a dead end. That's why Amon had to fight to clear the battlefield and head to the ferry at dawn, but the injury reappeared at this time, and came in an unusually violent and unexpected way.

I don't know how far the ferry is. I don't see a figure everywhere. This desolate riverbank seems to be endlessly long. A stubborn and lonely figure walks slowly, his footsteps are getting heavier and heavier, and every step taken The branch in his hand was deeper into the soil. At last he heard a "click", the branch broke, and he fell to the ground.

Amon tried his best to get up, but in the end he just lay on his back and lay on the riverbank, and even his eyelids became as heavy as two mountains. He finally opened his eyes and greeted the sun. The light in front of him flashed and stabbed, as if there were countless transparent flying mosquitoes dancing, and the mud under him seemed to emit a strange smell, which made his consciousness burst for a while.