Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 312, Section 311: Digestion Completed
"That Leo you were talking about..."

Klein had barely finished speaking when another thunderous roar erupted from the sky. The ritual magic was still in progress; it seemed that as soon as Klein finished reciting the incantation, the lightning would strike down without hesitation.

Upon seeing this, Klein immediately stopped what he was about to say.

Now is not the time to discuss this issue.

He changed the subject, saying, "This whole mountain area has been cleaved in two by that spell. This is a good opportunity; we should be able to leave here now."

This is the last mission point. The "Road Out of Black Vortex Town" is the remains of this forest, which is now charred beyond recognition. As long as they cross this mountain and follow the correct path, they will soon be able to escape Black Vortex Town.

Fors nodded, then seemed to remember someone else and asked Klein, "Didn't you see Mr. Hood?"

Anderson helped them a lot; if it weren't for this Sequence 5 hunter, they definitely wouldn't have survived this long in this testing ground.

Those slightly creepy monsters alone were enough to give Klein and Fors a good drink.

"No."

Klein shook his head, somewhat uncertainly saying, "His sequence is higher than ours. This place has already been destroyed. He should come over as soon as he sees it and won't encounter any danger."

In fact, Anderson had already been eliminated because his mental state dropped too much after seeing Tang's incomplete mythical creature form, but Klein and Fors were unaware of this at the moment.

Fors nodded, but didn't say anything like, "Then let's go find him and go together."

What a joke! They've almost exhausted their spiritual energy. Are they going to find someone or just become decorations?

Not causing trouble for others is the greatest help you can give, and Fors understands this very well.

"Then let's hurry up and leave." She wiped the dust off her face. "Let's take this opportunity to get out of here quickly."

This should be the last leg of our journey to escape Black Vortex Town.

"Ah."

Although they said they would leave immediately, the two still rested for a while and recovered some of their spirituality so that they wouldn't be unable to resist if they encountered danger in the future.

After the lightning that had been swirling overhead subsided, the two men took a step forward, traversing the cracked, scorched earth of the forest that had been completely burned by the lightning, and headed away from the town.

This time, there won't be the same kind of maze that Fors encountered before, where the incantation almost leveled the entire mountain.

Klein thought that he should learn this spell when he got back, so that if he encountered something he couldn't defeat in the future, he could use this suicidal move to take everyone down with him.
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Black Vortex Town, underground.

The monster, now wearing its monocle again, was wriggling its body as it approached the underground mine located in the heart of Black Vortex Town.

In the winding underground tunnels, there was a passage that almost ran through the entire labyrinthine structure. The monster raised an eyebrow and slowly crawled towards the core area of ​​Black Vortex Town along this passage planted by predecessors.

Like everything that recklessly approached the core of Black Vortex Town, the closer the monster got to the core area, the more twisted and ferocious its body became. However, in the face of a monster that was adept at deceiving the laws and principles of nature, such physical or mental distortion would not have much of an effect on a naturally mythical creature.

Because they themselves are synonymous with madness and inhumanity, aren't they?
When the monster saw the small black ball that seemed to attract everything hovering in the center of the empty underground mine, constantly drawing in everything around it, causing typhoons on the surface, triggering anomalies, and gradually turning everyone into monsters, the monster raised an eyebrow slightly.

It then saw the historical aperture image of Tang standing below the sphere, and the historical aperture image belonging to Zarathustra and Kotal holding playing cards and fighting evil, speaking in a low but exceptionally clear voice:
"You seem to have a lot of free time?"

Tang looked over when he heard the voice and smiled with great satisfaction when he saw that it was Amon wearing a monocle.

"What, you want to play too?"

He clapped his hands, and before Zarathustra's historical pore image could react, he snatched the cards from the other person's hand, rummaged with them and threw them into the pile of cards on the ground.

Holding a winning hand, the evil Zarathustra watched helplessly as his cards were mixed together and thrown into the pile on the ground: ...

Buhou, that guy cheated.

Seeing this, Cortal, who was struggling to grab the cards with his claws, simply threw the cards in his hand into the deck. The entire wolf lay down on the ground, looked at the entrance to the underground cave that Anderson had previously blasted open, took out a hat from the historical rift image, and put it on his big head.

Zarathustra looked at the two players who were cheating with completely terrible hands, and his lips twitched. Kotal clicked his tongue and looked back with a rather innocent expression.

It's all Amon's fault; who let Him come at this time?

He is a historical glimpse through a gap; what cheat could he possibly have?

Zaratu was speechless. He should have just stayed in the Southern Continent.

Tang, you're at least a Sequence 1 Angel King. If you're going to throw your own cards, then throw yours. What kind of logic is it to pick up my cards and throw them?
Ignoring Zarathustra's mutterings behind him, Tang slowly walked up to Amon and looked at the truly unsightly filthy thing... Hmm, Amon has this hobby? He likes to parasitize such filth?

"So that's where you put that thing."

Amon adjusted his monocle, smiled, glanced at Tang in front of him, then ignored him, admiring the "unformed black hole" that seemed capable of sucking in everything in the world, as if it were a work of art.

"You did a great job solving the problems that Bethel and I couldn't solve before... The power that the Sea Prayer Ritual can draw from Santa Harbor is decreasing every year. I suppose you've already moved the contents of that sealed spaceship—well, that should be its name—right?"

After admiring the "unformed black hole" that should have been submerged at the bottom of the sea, Amon looked at Tang and said, "What's here should just be a projection. You placed the real thing on the Southern Continent?"

This is a guess, but as one of the top decipherers, Amon's guesses are usually pretty close to the truth.

As for why it can only be a guess, rather than a conclusion drawn from Amon's on-site investigation...

The situation in the Southern Continent was even more troublesome and complex than in the Northern Continent. Amon, who was only at Sequence 2 and whose main body could only hide and was constantly on the run, risking being hanged as a puppet, naturally wouldn't send too many clones to their deaths in an environment completely unfavorable to Him. However, based on what Amon had seen and heard, and what he learned from his paranoid brother, since the Byron Empire in the Southern Continent reclaimed the Star Plateau and the Pass River Valley, and the cult resumed its rule over that region, the number of living people in the Southern Continent was decreasing at a visible rate. Currently, less than one-tenth of the population remained, a complete replica of Runtingen City, and even worse.

The vast majority of people in the Southern Continent mysteriously disappeared in the long river of history and time. In their place were the puppets of diviners, the resurrected corpses, the vengeful spirits of the dead, and many unique monsters from the underworld.

If an ordinary person goes through life without understanding or knowing anything, they probably won't even know how they died.

Even the most skilled parasites at concealing their forms, or the Black Knights who are proficient in flesh magic, are almost invincible, and possess multiple soul-taming abilities, will die mysteriously within a few days of arriving in the Southern Continent.

That place is no longer suitable for human habitation.

Currently, the Southern Continent is largely closed off, blocked by the Raging Sea. Ordinary ships from the Northern Continent and extraordinary individuals who can use the Spirit Realm for teleportation find it difficult to reach the Southern Continent. The various kingdoms of the Northern Continent know very little about the situation in the Southern Continent, and even Amon, the blasphemer, has even less ability to influence or participate in the situation there.

but……

The Church of Death has been resurrected, the Byron Empire has once again ruled the Southern Continent, a new Sequence 1 of the Death Path has been born, the Temperance faction of the Rose School has achieved a partial victory, and the Hedonists have been driven out of the Southern Continent... He was aware of this kind of information, whether it was intentional or accidentally released by the guy in front of him.

Furthermore, some bizarre extraterrestrial artifacts that clearly shouldn't exist on this planet have also appeared in the southern continent...

"That thing could very well become a channel and medium through which those great beings who are eyeing this planet exert influence on us within the barrier."

"You should know that those great beings always possess many mystical powers that we don't know about and can't deal with. Even things that seem safe can be risky... You should know that."

Amon adjusted his monocle. "So, what kind of cooperation did you reach with some of them? And what are you and my paranoid brother plotting?"

"Huh? What are you talking about? I don't understand." Tang shrugged, looking completely like a rogue who said, "I don't understand any of your nonsense. I'm just allocating resources to prepare for the apocalypse."

Amon gave an "Oh," with a hint of amusement, "Is that really so?"

"So, how long do you plan to play this childish game? The end of the world is just around the corner," He said with a slight smirk. "If we don't hurry, there will be big problems."

For example, revealing something interesting to Klein Moretti, watching him break down, watching him go crazy because of it...

That would be really interesting, just like Russell.

Tang lazily opened his eyes, glanced at the thing parasitized by Amon, tilted his head, and suddenly asked, "You seem to be plotting something too."

He pulled out a monocle from a gap in history that was extremely similar in appearance, style, and material to the monocle worn by Amon, and put it on his right eye socket.

"Let me guess, are you planning to skip a route?"

They're all ancient foxes, what kind of ghost story are they putting on for him?
Amon smiled but remained silent.

Tang clicked his tongue. "Compared to my side, I'm a little curious. You've already fallen from Sequence 1, so why should I put most of my energy into capturing you when the apocalypse is imminent? We've been fighting for so many years, I believe we still have that kind of understanding."

"If that's the case, then why do you keep trying to return to Sequence 1, or even advance to Sequence 0?"

The birth of the Lord of Mysteries requires at least the error, the uniqueness of the Gate and the Fool, and the extraordinary characteristics of each of the three paths. The Fool and the error are with Don, and the Gate is with Bethel, but Bethel is in exile. Unless Mr. Gate returns, and Amon, with Don's help, Nicholas and other gods forcibly ascend to the Gate, the three paths of mystery, under the current circumstances, even with Adam's help, cannot be touched by Him.

but……

“I’ve heard your secret partner say this many times, and I think it’s quite fitting here.”

Amon said calmly, "Isn't everything predetermined and destined?"

Tsk.

Tang narrowed his eyes. Sure enough, Amon was really annoying.

I really want to hang His true form up and use it as a secret doll.

"Besides, isn't this what you wanted?"

Amon's lips curled into a smile. "After all, I think the Fallen Mother Goddess shouldn't want the Lord of Mysteries to return. There needs to be a suitable reason, doesn't there?"

The Fallen Mother Goddess does not want the Lord of Mysteries to return, and the best way to prevent this is to prevent the Gate from returning.

Even if the gate returns, it is the Fallen Mother Goddess's hope to use this as an opportunity to enter the barrier ahead of time and reclaim the somewhat problematic Mother Nest located in the Western Continent.

If this goal is not achieved, and given that Tang is currently the best candidate for Lord of Mysteries and is very likely to be promoted to Lord of Mysteries in the best possible condition, the Fallen Mother Goddess will most likely not allow Mr. Men to return to reality.

Delay as long as possible, and if necessary, Mr. Door, who has been banished by the Lord of Storms and the Goddess of Night, may receive full support from the Fallen Mother Goddess, making him extremely difficult to kill and only able to be sealed away.

As a pillar of the real world, the Fallen Mother is one of the three complete pillars. As Amon said before, the power of the great beings is immeasurable, and the Fallen Mother may not be unable to accomplish this.

Therefore, a small opportunity is needed to give the fallen Mother Goddess a chance to break the balance.

Tang rested his chin on one hand and glanced at Amon.

Ugh, this guy is even more annoying.

Suddenly, Tang turned his neck, as if gazing into the distance.

He felt that his potion had been completely digested.

The three Sequence 1 potions from the Mysterious Servant have been digested.

(End of this chapter)