Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 488 Amon: Resurrect, my father!
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Jing Yuan's face, which was nearly a quarter of its length hidden by his hair, was full of knowing expression.

When he first saw traces left by both the "Masked Fool" and the "Nameless Guest" in a place, he had already made a rough guess.

Although the practice of [Joy] and [Expansion] going hand in hand is an "old tradition" passed down from the two Heavenly Lords [Eternal Joy] and [Wandering Clouds], since Heavenly Lord Wandering Clouds disappeared, there have been fewer and fewer nameless guests who can truly get along with the Joy faction.

After all, it is an indisputable fact that Chang Letianjun once blew up the Starry Sky Train, which led many nameless guests to have a rather prejudiced view of the Masked Fool.

However, Xing and Serres unexpectedly clicked on each other's brainwaves and even formed a small duo.

What did they call their group again? Oh, I remember now. It's General Big Bucket and Corporal Little Bucket.

"Jing Yuanyuan, did you miss me?" Xing stood up and patted the dust off her clothes.

"Of course I want to, how could I not?" Jing Yuan smiled and nodded. "It's not just me who wants to, the rest of your train crew do too."

"Since you disappeared more than half a year ago, the train crew has been sending out missing person notices about you on various planets. Naturally, we in Luofu have also received several."

“How many times can we meet in this world, sharing a hundred years of joy and laughter?” Jingyuan said. “Since we can meet here, it is a fortunate thing for both of us.”

"If you don't mind, once my projection synchronizes what it sees and hears with my main body, I will inform the train crew of your whereabouts."

"Huh? Are they looking for me too?" Xing was taken aback.

Yes, I've been having so much fun out there lately, and with being able to experience the Honkai Impact 3rd storyline on my phone, I've completely forgotten to go back and visit the lonely old Pam and the other train crew members.

What a pity, if only I had used the special train ticket when I summoned her, I might have been able to summon Pam.

"Then I'll have to trouble General Jingyuan." Xing scratched the back of his head. "Just tell them that I don't know how to get back right now."

Jing Yuan thought for a moment: "Isn't that fool with you? With his abilities, if he can summon you here, then sending you back shouldn't be difficult for him."

“He didn’t tell me about this,” Xing said, resting her head on her hand. “But even if I could go back, I have reasons why I can’t leave for the time being.”

"They all say that the year 1368 of this era will be the end of the world. Although I don't know how they calculated it, it's only a little over ten years away from this end of the world, so I have to find a way to help in some way, right?"

"I see." Jing Yuan nodded thoughtfully. "If I tell your companions about this, they'll probably be even more worried."

“Yes,” Xing nodded with a smile. “I shouldn’t have worried my companions. But now, Backlund, the Sunia Sea, Tingen, the Rothschild Islands… everyone I’ve met here is my companion.”

“The nameless man cannot and will not abandon the fate of his companions. To hell with this damned doomsday, if I strike him with my stick, dragons will have to coil up and tigers will have to lie down.”

Jing Yuan chuckled gently twice: "As expected of the Galaxy Baseball Man, a true hero who takes saving all living beings as his mission."

“Speaking of which, I envy you too. My childhood dream was to become a sea patrol knight, and to be a chivalrous person who lives a life of chivalry and vengeance.” Jing Yuan and Xing chatted as they walked, and soon left the slum.

"Of course, it would be even more interesting to become an anonymous traveler, traveling with the train through all realms with my endless lifespan."

“It’s not too late for you to join now,” Xing immediately extended an olive branch. “I can give you 180 of my special tickets.”

Jing Yuan joked without changing his expression:

"I still have many affairs to attend to in Luofu, and cannot travel with you. However, if one day I can retire from the military and return to my hometown, perhaps I really will join you."

"Okay." Xing nodded.

After walking a while longer, Xing asked Jing Yuan, "Jing Yuanyuan, is there anywhere on this planet you'd like to go next?"

Jing Yuan thought for a moment: "No, not really. But it's really not easy to have this kind of leisure time. I want to travel around this planet and relax."

"General, you wouldn't be thinking of having your projection and your main body work together on official business, so you can merge them when you get back and get double the efficiency bonus, would you?" A spark of inspiration flashed in Xing Ling's mind.

"Hmm, that's a good suggestion." Jing Yuan nodded with a seemingly serious expression. "Miss Xing's strategies in this area are almost catching up with Fu Qing's."

"So, I've taken this good suggestion."

"Hey, stop!"

A few minutes later, Xingfen gave Jingyuan a large bag of gold pounds.

“This kind of money can’t be used in this country. You can take it to the bank to exchange it.” Xing Jiang handed the bag to Jing Yuan and joked, “Consider it a errand fee for the general to pass on a message to my comrades. If you take my money, you must pass on the message.”

“That’s for sure.” Jing Yuan accepted it: “Yuan Ding will not fail in his mission.”

Jing Yuan weighed the money bag in his hand and asked Xing for confirmation one last time: "If the doomsday they're talking about really will affect you, perhaps avoiding the limelight for now is a good strategy."

"If necessary, perhaps I can try to take you back."

But Xing refused his offer.

"The reliable teacher Danheng once told me that we, the nameless guests, even if we are just passersby, will not hesitate to risk our lives to protect the unfamiliar world beneath our feet."

"This is our [pioneering] path, an inescapable destiny."

Xing put her hands on her hips and curled her lips into a smile: "Because I am an anonymous guest, I will do everything in my power to defend all hope that is about to fade away."

…………

Chernobyl, the land forsaken by God.

Amon wandered among the gray and white buildings, casually scattering a few Time Worms and arranging them into the shape of a summoning circle.

His right eye wore a monocle made of polished crystal, which no longer faded and reflected a crystal-clear light.

Looking at the magic circle, Amon felt it was lacking something, so he snapped his fingers lightly again.

puff.

These Time Insects instantly turned red, becoming completely red.

"Yes, that's right." Amon nodded with a smile.

Then, He made a grabbing motion out of thin air and pulled a painting out of the air.

It was a watercolor painting.

The scene in the painting seems to be a cage. Inside the cage, there is a pair of rotten hands covered with flowers and grass. The hands reach forward and make a releasing gesture, releasing a crow.

A feather fell into the rotten palm, and the crow spread its wings and flew to the end of the canvas, but it was still inside the cage.

Through the gaps between the cages, you can see a sun outside, but the sun's color is not the common orange-red, but rather a slightly transparent white.

It looks like a monocle made of crystal.

Further back, there is a dark sky.

Ammon held the painting in his hand and pushed up the monocle he was wearing over his right eye.

This painting was painted for Him by Gretchen when He was in Paradise.

He loosened his grip on the drawing paper, and the painting floated and drifted towards the magic circle formed by the insects in front of him.

Although the painting depicts Amun and the ancient sun god, its connection to the ancient sun god itself is insufficient to summon him through the Holy Grail ritual.

it's fine.

The current Amon has become the embodiment of all errors and doors.

He is the undisputed dual-path sequence zero true god.

Suddenly, a gray-white mist emanated from the monocle he wore over his right eye, drifting into the array in front of him.

To fool or deceive.

This is a small amount of Source Castle authority that Klein secretly stole each time he went up or down the Source Castle.

He deliberately bought a house near Klein's house, not just for fun.

Fooling, mistake, gate.

Beneath His classic black robe, one slippery, sinister tentacle after another sprang forth.

His aura changed accordingly, and his body seemed to be draped in a dark cloak. At this moment, Amon became at least 51% similar to the "Lord of Mysteries".

He is disguising himself to deceive "Source Castle," creating corresponding "bugs" and temporarily becoming the Lord of Minor Mysteries.

Boom!
A bell, seemingly from an endless distance, rang out.

The nature of that painting was instantly changed.

Lord of Mysteries, truth can become falsehood, and falsehood can become truth.

For the authority of "error" to take effect at the same level, different prerequisites are often required.

First, the medium and the goal have sufficient similarity; second, there is a certain connection between the two; third, there are logical contradictions in some things and objects; fourth, some rules are indeed imperfect; and fifth, it does not directly affect the goal, but constructs an environment full of errors in the form of creating a divine kingdom.

In this respect, there are fewer restrictions on "fooling," but once the conditions are met, "mistakes" are more difficult to prevent and stop.

This painting, symbolizing the ancient sun god, instantly established a close connection with the real ancient sun god.

Amon extends his right hand, which is inscribed with Command Seals, with his five fingers spread and his palm facing the magic circle.

"Pure silver and iron."

"The Grand Duke who entered into a covenant with the cornerstone..."

The chanting has ended.

Within the formation, the Time Insects, which served as sacrifices and formed part of the formation, chanted in unison:

"O Creator!"

"You are the all-knowing and all-powerful One."

"You are the source of all greatness, the beginning, and the end."

"You are the God of Gods, the ruler of the vast star realm."

The formation glowed bright red.

Amon's lips curled up.

A figure slowly materialized.

However, the figure only condensed halfway before stopping.

It seems that the progress bar suddenly got stuck because it involves uniqueness and source matter.

Amon's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Amon spread his arms out as if to embrace, his tentacles protruding from under his black robe trembled violently, and layers of gray-white mist swirled around him.

His resemblance to the Lord of Mysteries has increased, reaching nearly 60%.

If a fruit looks like a strawberry, smells like a strawberry, and tastes like a strawberry, then it will generally be considered a strawberry.

However, there are likely exceptions to this rule.

For example, when a Rosago appears to be a Seer, his sequence name is Seer, and his ability is Seer.

But in reality, he was a man of violent temper.

Meanwhile, a gaze fell upon the moon.

That was the gaze of the fallen Mother Goddess.

Their gazes were filled with astonishment, surprise, and bewilderment.

Suddenly, I saw the Lord of Mysteries summoning the Primordial God.

A moment later, the Fallen Mother Goddess's gaze was once again cut off by the Astral Plane, by a divine realm that had recently appeared in the Astral Plane, radiating an amber light and an aura of restraint.

The Fallen Mother Goddess looked away, consoling herself that she was probably hallucinating from the arrow she had been struck by half an hour earlier.

Soon, another gaze fell upon them, this one gentle and calm, filled with divinity and carrying the weight of time.

A deluge of memories, memes, and history filled that false projection, and the ancient past began to crumble at that moment.

One poignant note after another rose into the air, entering the ocean of the collective unconscious, echoing in the hearts of everyone on Earth, and resonating in everyone's memories.

The songs flowed from one beginning to the next, forming a circle at the same time. It was a lament for the passing years.

This comes from Adam, who recently became a dreamer.

But this still cannot summon an ancient sun god; at best, it summons an empty shell with only an appearance and no soul.

Amon pursed his lips.

What would He do with an empty shell?
After thinking for a few seconds, he suddenly took off the monocle he was wearing on his right eye.

The monocle quickly transformed into a mask with a gold circle painted on its right eye.

With a flick of his wrist, Amon tossed the creation of the fusion of the uniqueness of error and the mask of pleasure into the ritual array before him, using the mask and the uniqueness of error as its spiritual foundation in an attempt to summon the ancient sun god.

Soon, the mask covered the figure's face and blended in.

The figure quickly became fixed in a gaze, muscle definition appeared on its body, and then a long robe was draped over its body.

Finally, the man opened his eyes and stepped out. He was male, wearing a black clergy robe and a silver cross hanging on his chest.

The man's hair was short, mostly black, but the roots had a pale yellowish-gold hue. His eyes were pure gold, his skin was fair, his features were deep-set, and his eye sockets were sunken, making him quite similar to the people of the Northern Continent.

He took two steps forward, reached out and grasped the seemingly ordinary cross. His eyes were blank for a few seconds at first, but then he gradually shook off his confusion and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

Upon seeing that the summoning was successful, Amon's lips curled up slightly, and he ceased imitating the "Lord of Mysteries" and his brief attempt to exploit loopholes.

With a smile on his face, Amon uttered two words.

"Father."

The ancient sun god glanced at Amon gently and returned a gentle smile.

Then, He spoke in a low voice: "Let there be light!"

In an instant, the darkness surrounding the gray-white building was pierced by bright light, revealing its true form.

This is a deep valley where the sky cannot be seen above, and endless light fills every corner of it, even overshadowing the battle moon in the sky.

And so, the world came into light.

Class: Rider.

Strength: EX, Magic Power: EX, Endurance: EX, Luck: A, Agility: A++, Noble Phantasm: EX.

At this moment, Torzner moved the divine realm away from the astral plane, letting the beam of light shine like a flashlight onto the face of the fallen mother goddess on the moon.

Grandpa's shockwave!

Seeing his father so energetic, Amon's smile widened even more.

He raised his right hand, which was inscribed with the Command Spell.

A flash of red light, and the Command Seal was missing a stroke.

"Father, by the Command Spell, command him to do what he desires."

Command Spells are not only used to give commands; they can also be used to strengthen and to create miracles.

Amon simply grabbed his sleeve and pulled it back slightly.

His right hand, from the back of his hand to his arm, including the one he had just used, was inscribed with nine Command Seals.

(End of this chapter)