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Chapter 62 Action and Dialogue with Amon

I didn’t make a mistake!”

"That fraudster is indeed a person favored by God. He successfully welcomed the coming of our Lord!"

"The lady named Megose was favored by my Lord! I was so excited that I couldn't sleep for several days!"

"But what's infuriating is that the hyenas from the Church of Evernight are actually following the scent and clinging to the Heir of God. Although they are not powerful enough to spy on God's grace, they are still a hidden danger."

"I beg for your help."

Mr. A sat on the sofa with his back straight, his eyes flickering and his expression solemn.

He no longer knew how to evaluate Fred Gavin, whom he had never paid much attention to before. Low-Sequence Beyonders from various cities like him were all peripheral personnel of the Aurora Society.

You say he is stupid, but he actually indirectly conceived the heir of the true Creator; you say he is smart, but he did not take any precautions and was only targeted by the people of the Church of Night before he sent a letter to inform them of this matter.

Mr. A rubbed his furrowed brows with his right hand, stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked straight to the basement.

There are means to contact the core of the Aurora Society.

There was no way they would give up on this heir of God who was about to succeed.

Mr. A did not think about the authenticity of the information. The letter contained a detailed description of the summoning ceremony, which was impossible for anyone who was not a member of the Aurora Society to know.

Unless they were gods or High-Sequence Beyonders, no one could possibly pry the secrets out of these lunatics.

After a moment's silence, several figures hurriedly walked out of this secret mansion under the cover of night and headed towards the distance.

At the same time, the Church of Evernight, the Mechanicus Church, and the Church of Storms, which was working late to investigate the assassination, received a letter of complaint one after another.

The three children handed the envelope to the person guarding the church door and left happily.

!!!

Damn! Ridiculous! How is this possible!

The three church guards uttered urgent interjections at the same time almost as they finished reading the letter.

Then, the letter was submitted to the core layer by layer, verified layer by layer, and finally its authenticity was proved.

"The Mirror of Arrodes gave a definite answer."

Horamick Hayden, head of the Backlund Diocese, member of the Pre-Divine Council, and archbishop.

He is also a Sequence 3 Mystic Scholar of the Perfectionist Path.

At this moment, he was standing quietly at the church door, looking in the direction of the street light, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

The man next to him had torn clothes and burnt hair, looking as if he had been struck by lightning. He reported to Horamick Hayden with a depressed look.

Arrodes is an ancient silver mirror with strange patterns. There are black gems on both sides of the mirror, which he regards as "eyes".

It is an extremely special sealed object of the Mechanicus. Its danger level will not lead to direct death, but it can sometimes make people live a life worse than death (social death).

His function is to answer almost any question you ask, and the Mechanicus has gained a lot of information from him.

"Tell the Church of Night and the Church of Storm that they must not let the evil god come to the world!"

The slow and unquestionable command came out of the old man's mouth, decisive and resolute.

That night, the three churches jointly set out for Tingen.

On the outskirts of Tingen, there is a hidden house with an ordinary appearance that makes it almost blend in with the crowd. Only the red chimney on the roof is particularly eye-catching under the moonlight at night.

In the obscure room, an unmanned quill pen was interacting frantically on a notebook, and the ink left lines of words on the paper.

"Poor Ince Zangwill, the old man who was teased by fate is so pitiful. His plans always fail. He is really a poor writer."

"Mr. A of the Aurora Society got the news from somewhere that the Heir of God is about to come, and he is rushing to Tingen City with all his strength. The devout believers will not let the heir of their Lord get close to the people of the church, and he will eliminate all threatening things." "With his strength, he will definitely find out that all this is manipulated by Ince Zangwill. He will be angry and will definitely sacrifice this uninnovative new author to his Lord and bless the birth of the Heir of God."

"The Church of Evernight, the Mechanicus, and the Church of Storms have all learned that the true Creator is about to descend. They will not tolerate the birth of an evil god."

"Similarly, with their strength, Ince Zangwill will inevitably be discovered."

"The poor old man was reduced to scum by the attacks from both sides."

The feather pen wrote more and more vigorously, and when he wrote about death, the pen body was shaking slightly, as if it had reached some extremely exciting point.

However, just as he started, he was grabbed by a large withered hand. The pale palm tightly grasped the feather pen and began to draw forcibly.

"Mr. A of the Aurora Society and the three major churches did not know each other's whereabouts, but they chose the same shortest route."

"There is no need to hide the conflict between the heretics and the Orthodox Church. The moment they recognized each other's identities, they started to fight each other."

"They were evenly matched and it made sense that it would take a long time to decide the winner."

"The true creator in Megose's body seemed to have sensed the coming of danger, and he chose to come early."

A battle that broke out in Tingen City did not affect here.

People are still quietly enjoying the sunrise.

In the early morning of Tingen City, the sun had just risen, the misty water fog had not yet dissipated, and the temperature outside was humid and cool.

For people who have just woken up, this is perfect for them to wake up, like Klein.

At this moment, he was wearing a black suit, with a piece of black bread in his left hand and a cup of sweet iced tea in his right hand. The rough and dry bread, washed down by the cool and sweet black tea, brought Klein happiness for the whole day.

Since receiving Alger's remittance, Klein's living standard has improved a lot. In addition to his progress in mysticism, ordering a cup of sweet iced tea every day is also essential!

Klein took another sip of the sweet iced tea, enjoying the combination of the two. It turns out that bread and sweet iced tea also have a CP feeling!
He squinted his eyes comfortably, walked towards the direction of the Blackthorn Security Company, took a photo and sent it to the group.

I am not a poor god: [Picture] (brown bread and sweet iced tea).

I am not the God of Poverty: (The cat is very happy today and eats with hearty mouthfuls).

Lu Heng muttered: Why does this thing look so much like iced black tea!
Chewing ice cubes in his mouth, Klein thought for a moment that he was back in his hometown, carrying a bucket of iced black tea, and walking to the Internet cafe with his roommates to play online games.

Ordinary people: @I am not a poor god, [picture]. (Call from an old man on the subway)

What's so good about iced tea? It's so sweet.

Happy water is still better, it’s exciting!

Lu Heng took a sip and enjoyed the bubbles bouncing in his mouth.

Ordinary people: Greedy cat, stop eating, business is about to begin. (passers-by curl their lips)

Ace Pilot: Do you need my light? I can now make a temporary light stick! Disposable Tiga! (Ultra is excited)
Transformed into Tiga?! Klein and Lu Heng immediately became interested.

They were also very curious about what Huang Tao, also known as Roselle, would look like if the first person he saw was Tiga after waking up from his madness!

It’s exciting just thinking about this kind of thing!

"Tiga? Is it something interesting?"

"No, no, no, you are still a child and don't understand. This is your uncle's childhood!"

This is a man wearing a black classical robe and a pointed soft hat of the same color. He has black curly hair, black eyes, a broad forehead, and a thin face.

A young man wearing a crystal monocle in his right eye.

He sat next to Lu Heng, watching him swinging the sniper rifle on the computer, and asked with interest, as if they were just chatting about family matters.

(End of this chapter)