Mystery: She came from the Chaos Sea.

Chapter 81 Pollution and Recovery

Amon was certain that from the moment of His birth, His object of attachment was clear: Hermaine, the human woman.

He also devoured one of the woman's spiritual avatars because of this attachment.

Hermaine herself must have possessed something special to be able to "give birth" to such a unique being.

But what is this special thing...? The existing clues are not enough to support Amon's various speculations.

Could it be that I, this emotionally twisted and foolish mother, was originally a deity wielding the wrong authority, and like Lilith, the "progenitor of vampires," accidentally revealed uniqueness when creating life with its own blended characteristics...?

Amon, rather bored, started to let his mind wander to absurd ideas, and even the smile on his lips became more exaggerated.

"What rude thing are you thinking about..." Hermaine sighed.

Amon's smile faded, and he said in surprise, "My status is clearly higher than yours, yet you can see right through me?"

Helmani raised an eyebrow and said, "It's not about ability... your presumptuous and rude thoughts are written all over your face, it's practically saying 'I want to have some fun.'"

Upon hearing this, Amon's bright smile returned, and he said, "I'm sorry, Mom, I was just thinking about something happy."

Hermaine's smile froze slightly. She couldn't help but think that once she became a goddess, she would definitely deal with this brat...

Upon realizing this, Helmaene suddenly came to her senses, and a holy profile covered her face, causing all thoughts and ideas in her mind to vanish.

At this moment, all I can think of is the fervent, devout, and pure praise for the "Sun God".

Having stolen several such fanatical ideas in succession, Amon now looked disgusted, as if he had accidentally swallowed a small flying insect, and even made a gesture of bending over to vomit.

"My goodness, can you please stop being so fanatical..."

Then Amon straightened up, looked at Helmaene meaningfully, and said, "But... as expected of my mother, she has great ambitions."

At that moment, a dim yellow light descended from the dome and enveloped Amon, who resembled a giant girl.

Amon, disturbed by the power of twilight, discovers that he can no longer steal the thoughts in other people's hearts.

It was the "Lord of Twilight" who made his move.

Amon pulled a small monocle from his pocket with some regret.

His giant form rapidly shrank, and by the time he put his monocle on his right eye, he had completely transformed back into the appearance of a human girl.

Amon stood in the twilight, facing Helmaene.

Their strikingly similar faces complemented each other.

Helmani raised an eyebrow and asked, "When did you transform into your original form?"

Amon adjusted his monocle over his right eye and smiled, "When I'm thinking about happy things... it's also out of filial piety. It seems you have many secrets hidden in your heart, and I want to share your burdens."

Amon's way of sharing burdens is truly something to be avoided.

Amon wanted to say something more, but at that moment, His consciousness was suddenly grabbed by an unknown force and passed through layers of shadows. Amon saw that He was already standing on the Pillar of Falsehood.

It was a forced summoning by the "Sun God".

A clear, melodious voice came from the Pillar of Stars: "Did you have fun in my sanctuary?"

Faced with Amanisis's questioning, Amon instantly looked aggrieved and replied in a soft voice, "You must understand my feelings of being reunited with my mother."

Hermaine, standing on the Pillar of the Sun, was amazed by Amon's incredible ability to change his face.

But let's not meet again...

What kind of rebellious daughter is this, always thinking about stealing her mother's ideas?

Containing all her emotions, Helmani asked in a flat, emotionless voice, "Amon, how are your preparations going with the plan against the Demon Wolf Clan?"

When this matter was mentioned, Amon shrugged and said:

"Great 'Sun God,' it's a pity that the King of the Dire Wolves has fled to Levishire. As you reminded us, we must wait for the King of the Dire Wolves to return before we make our move."

As he spoke, Amon grinned and said, "Or we can take a gamble and bet that the 'Dragon of Imagination' can't appease that mad wolf."

This isn't gambling, it's pure freebies.

Helmaene understood the power of the "Dreamer," and she said calmly, "Don't be impatient, wait for the right opportunity."

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

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Inside the magnificent yet ancient palace.

A giant gray-white dragon opened its eyes.

Within His enormous shadow, dragged out by the light, a swirling mass of darkness coalesced, from which a suppressed, mad voice emanated:

"Angelweid, I've arrived."

"Dragon of Imagination," Angelweid, his eyes gleaming with a faint golden light, gazed at the jet-black wolf body that had materialized from the darkness, and at the countless slippery tentacles that had emerged from it. He smiled gently:

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Fregra."

"I know what you're thinking, Angorweid." The wolf, whose state was hard to pinpoint as either lucid or mad, stared with dark eyes at the grey-white dragon in the palace. "You want to investigate the origin of this grey mist on my body."

A piece of tentacles, shrouded in mist, was torn apart by the demon wolf and thrown at the dragon's feet. The tentacles seemed to have a mind of their own and tried to escape, but in that instant, the dragon's skin-covered wings moved seemingly slowly but actually quickly, pressing down on it.

The wolf's shape gradually stretched into something resembling a hooded cloak.

But beneath the cloak lay nothing but emptiness, with countless worm-covered tentacles probing in and out of the hood, seemingly connected to the spirit world. The demon wolf's voice came from beneath the cloak: "I hope you can figure this out... but now, you must first tell me, what lies above the gods?!"

The grey-white dragon remained calm and gentle. He first observed the demon wolf's current form and appearance, then slowly said, "Of course, Fregra, my ally. I will tell you everything I know. But your current state—is it a result of being influenced by that thing?"

The wolf's voice was filled with deep apprehension, boundless madness, and a hint of fear:

"Yes, I used to think these were all dreams, but now even my form is changing beyond my control... I can feel myself becoming unlike myself... It's as if, as if another me is manipulating all of this."

As these words were spoken, a vast evil aura emanated from the cloaked body of the demon wolf. This evil aura, like black mist, instantly corroded the palace and attempted to spread outwards.

But the eroded palace is healing itself, and the overflowing evil thoughts are gathered by an invisible hand, unable to leak out of the palace in the slightest.

The dragon's deep, reassuring voice rang out: "Relax, Fregra, trust me. I am the only one who can help you."

"You are the 'Destruction Wolf,' you are the 'King of the Wolf.'"

As the dragon spoke, the wolf's body subtly changed, its form transforming from a cloak and tentacles into an eight-legged wolf.

(End of this chapter)