Mystery: Chaos Path

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Pallès had always known that he was not a very suitable candidate for the Lord of Mysteries. He was too indecisive and lacked the courage to risk everything like others.

Therefore, he had always hesitated. Even though he had the idea of cooperating with the Night Goddess, he had never truly expressed it. Instead, he hesitated and dared not move forward, waiting in vain.

Even Pallès didn't know what the final result of his waiting would be.

Perhaps if I had been more decisive at the beginning, Zoroast would not have… Pallès lowered his eyes, his heart filled with unspeakable melancholy or regret.

Renet Tiniker, on the other hand, was even more so. He was originally a very young angel. Not to mention Pillars, he had never even seen an ordinary Sequence 0. Now, witnessing a Pillar take action with his own eyes, Renet Tiniker was shocked and couldn't help but compare the Ancient Sun God with the Mother Tree in his heart.

Medici and Uroboros, who had once followed the Ancient Sun God, were naturally not as shocked as the former two, but their expressions were also very complicated, seemingly reminiscing and sighing, obviously recalling something.

Azik, on the other hand, was slightly lost in thought as he looked at the sun made by the Sun God in the projection. His expression was more of envy than shock.

When he was still the Death Consul, Azik had thought countless times about what kind of powerful force he needed to master his own life and possess the affection, friendship, and love he yearned for.

Now, witnessing the power of the Sun God, Azik was shocked and envious, but also a little bitter—even a powerful being like the Sun God could not truly control his own life and still fell at the end of the Third Epoch. What about him…

Azik clenched his fist, then shook his head, casting aside his pessimistic emotions.

He still didn't know how strong he needed to be to control his own life and protect the existence he wanted to protect, but no matter what, he would try his best to become stronger and protect everything he had.

Compared to the complex emotions of the angels, the younger generation, although also shocked, obviously didn't think so much. After all, even Sharon was only Sequence 5. At most, she had seen her teacher Renet Tiniker take action. She had no concept of how strong Sequence 0 was, let alone Pillars, which they had no concept of.

Ignorance, on the other hand, made Sharon, Leonard, and others think only one thing at this moment: "What amazing big shots! This time, we've really broadened our horizons."

“Cough cough…” Just then, Roland, disguised as Jack, had something that looked like a microphone in his hand at some point. He coughed lightly twice, probably to test the sound. After confirming that the microphone worked, he said, “Hello everyone, I’m Jack Jones. I’m very happy to meet you all here…”

Roland first said some polite words before signaling everyone to look at the projection. The perspective on the projection had changed, and the locked object had changed from the Sun God to a certain unnamed Amon.

“Just now, everyone has watched the appetizer for our Amon-beating operation today [The Sun God in Silver City]. Now, let’s hand over the camera to Amon. Anyone who wants to beat Amon can start preparing now…”

Roland presided over the event in a professional manner. As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the interdimensional space became obviously more enthusiastic than before—Uroboros put away his easel, Medici burned the apple core, and Pallès, who lived in Leonard's mind, although he couldn't see it, could tell from Leonard's excited expression that the old man was also gearing up.

This was the trio preparing to go out and beat Amon.

Miss Coconut and Azik were naturally not in the ranks of Amon-beaters. They had no deep hatred for Amon, and their own Sequence was only Sequence 2. Their key state was not good, so naturally they would not join in the fun.

The younger generation was more in a state of tension, anticipation, and excitement. After all, let alone them, even the high-level members of the major churches had never seen an angel war.

It was in this state of anticipation that a second person appeared on the projection, none other than Mr. Door, summoned by Roland.

…

Amon felt a chill down his spine, as if he was being stared at by many people, and these people seemed to have a strong malice towards him.

But after Amon carefully checked his surroundings, he found that there were only monsters around him besides himself, and no one else was there.

“Could it be the True Creator?” Amon narrowed his eyes suspiciously. He had actually noticed the danger. The True Creator had changed a lot recently, which was obviously related to that strange guy named Roland. Moreover, his fake father seemed to be staring at him recently, suspected of planning something.

But Amon was not prepared to withdraw from the Land of the Gods. After all, for him, the outside world was equally unsafe. The relationship between the Seven Gods and him was not good either.

The guy from the Night, who had the authority of concealment, had long had ideas about the Lord of Mysteries—otherwise, how could the Night Church have destroyed the Night Country, imprisoned Antigonus, and even Amon was very clear that the Night Church secretly cultivated high-sequence Beyonders of the Seer pathway.

In this case, the outside world was really not as safe for Amon's main body as the Land of the Gods: although he did not recognize the True Creator as his father, he was also clear that as long as the True Creator was there, he would not die no matter what.

That's why Amon rushed to the vicinity of Silver City after sensing the familiar aura, wanting to watch the excitement.

He knew this might be a trap, but if the other party was really coming for him, then hiding was useless. It was better to come over generously. Maybe he could see his father again.

Although… Thinking of the Ancient Sun God's personality, and thinking of the bastard things he had done, Amon rarely felt a little wanting to shrink back.

He didn't care about any conspiracies, but he really didn't want to face his father's disappointed gaze.

Without exception, one head, one hair, one inside, one appearance, one look, one look!

So, even though he had already arrived near Silver City, even though he had witnessed with his own eyes how Silver City regained its light, even though he knew who the one who took action was, Amon had been lurking in this corner, afraid to see the Ancient Sun God.

And just then, Amon sensed that the familiar aura had disappeared, which made him feel a rare sense of loss, and suddenly he was stunned.

Because Amon seemed to sense another familiar existence. He had worked with the other party for many years, and they belonged to the same Mystery Three pathways. At such a close distance, and without any concealment from the other party, he would never sense it wrong.

That aura belonged to Mr. Door, Bethel Abraham, who had been contaminated by the Outer God!

“Long time no see, Amon. I didn’t expect you to be so hated as ever.”

Mr. Door’s voice sounded at this moment, and the next second, his figure appeared in front of Amon.

“Long time no see, Bethel.” Amon raised his hand and pushed his monocle, revealing a false and friendly smile, and said:

“I didn’t expect someone as proud as you to be willing to be someone else’s lackey. I remember that even if it was Tudor’s order, you would selectively obey it.”

Obviously, Amon knew very well why Mr. Door appeared here.