"Error" ... Bug ... Is this the essence of the "stealer" approach? While Klein was a little surprised, he also determined one thing.

That is the ancient sun god, the creator of Silver City, the father of Amun, really from the earth.

The word that Amon said just now is standard English!

Fellow fellow, your two children have tortured me ... Both are like Bernadette ... Klein asked, curiously:

"You want to take advantage of this dream world, loopholes?"

Klein controlled himself and did not use the word "Bug", lest Amon's suspicion be caused by a too-normal accent, which revealed a hole card in vain.

In the face of such an angel king who can steal his thoughts and deeply parasitize, his hole cards are few and far between, and each one must be used well, maybe it will produce magical effects.

At this point, Amon had walked outside the Black Monastery.

With one hand in his pocket, he let the heavy door open by himself without any action, as if welcoming the noble guest.

"You can think so, but it's actually a bit more complicated than this." Amon did not show the majesty of the "God blasphemer", answering Klein's question leisurely, "the dream world itself is free from errors. Or, the loopholes are just because of various residual divine conflicts, and some places seem chaotic, and I can use this chaos to create a loophole. "

With the tall front door fully open for the giant, Amon squeezed the monocle he was wearing, passed the hall, and penetrated the interior.

In the process, He explained with a smile:

"You should be very clear that this monastery was made up of dreams."

"Well, dreams from different creatures from the battlefield of God." Klein thought for a moment, adding, "It may also be a legacy of some past dreams."

At this time, one person was walking on a winding black staircase one day, and the light of the dusk shining through the stained glass from the height brought the fiery red sacredness.

Amon touched the relief of the human skull on the armrest, smiling and admiring everything around him:

"Normally, where do you enter this dream world, where will you be when you wake up, whether or not you are in the dreams of other beings in other seas."

Klein couldn't nod, and could only express his opinion in words:

"Correct."

"And after I created the loophole, I could awaken in the corresponding place by entering another dream. Obviously, this monastery is much smaller than the outer ruins of the ocean, and the structure is more compact. Maybe in a few minutes, we can reach the goal. Ground. "Amon's tone brought a little joy.

To Him, creating and exploiting loopholes seems to be a joy in itself.

... this ... Amon could pass the relics of God through this method quickly, not to mention a week or two, not even an hour or two ... deserves to be the king of angels. "... the glimmer of hope that Klein had just lost in an instant.

He didn't know whether Amon deliberately didn't explain in advance, so as to enjoy the process of the goal's bubbles of hope that were repeatedly blown out, or he didn't care about such a small thing at all, and could only control the strong frustration:

"Are you going to support the key dreams of this unreal world?"

He remembered the "Mysterious Queen" Bernadette mentioning that she was afraid to enter behind the black wooden door in the deepest part of the monastery.

"Not me, it's us," Amon replied with a smile.

He seemed to suddenly think of something, raised his hand and adjusted the position of the monocle, and asked with interest:

"Why would you put a monocle on the spouse?

"It doesn't require me to prepare myself."

"..." Klein was embarrassed for a second, and thought for a second, and decided to answer truthfully. "Not long ago, in order to digest the" Magic Wizard "potion, I deliberately put on this single piece in front of the" Red Angel "evil spirit. glasses."

Amon paused step by step down the stairs, looked at Klein sideways, and smiled a little:

"Very thoughtful."

The "time angel" then thoughtfully said:

"Medic's guy hasn't died yet, so next time, if I meet him, I will be like you, and in front of him, wear a monocle."

... Poor Sauron Eindhorn Medic ... A complete angel king, would you be so boring ... This is the so-called "God of Pranks"? Klein heard for a while and didn't know what to say.

Amon pressed the monocle carved from that crystal and asked:

"Did you put these glasses on your left eye?"

"How do you know?" Klein was startled, thinking that Amon had stolen the scene from the fog of history.

"How do I know?" Amon said with a smile. "There are two possibilities. The first is that you are low in sequence. It must not be the opponent of Medic's guy. I am afraid to disguise it too much. It is deadly subconscious attack reasoning. The second one is, if you have the intention to imitate me and complete the correct imitation, then I may be able to perceive this with the ripples of fate. Since I haven't found it, it shows the position of the monocle wrong.

"Guess what is possible."

... I will choose the most dangerous one, whether it is true or not ... In this way, I will be more careful and more cautious in similar matters in the future ... Of course, first I have to have the later ... because Amon did not behave before Fierce and not oppressive, Klein unconsciously relaxed his guard and felt that the other party was a good angel king. Now he suddenly wakes up and understands that this is the quality of top fraudsters!

"The second possibility." Klein gave his answer.

Amon didn't answer if he guessed right, walked up the stairs, came to the ground floor of the monastery, and stopped in front of a black wooden door covered with strange patterns.

"I've been here. Once the door is fully opened, the power inside will break the entire dream world." Klein said voluntarily, trying to extract more historical secrets from Amon.

Armon snatched the handle, and twisted his expression on his lean face without expression, saying:

"This is my father's last dream. The corresponding place is where he fell."

... The relics of the battle of God was the siege of the ancient Sun God's battlefield by "Redemption Rose". Was it the source of the cataclysm? Klein listened nervously, his thoughts rushing.

For this answer, after understanding the composition of "Redemption Rose", he has already made corresponding guesses against the various anomalies in the battlefield of God, and it is not too shocking now, but the "ancient scholar" potion appears To a certain degree of digestion.

Immediately after, he uttered an inexplicable sigh.

This was the closest he had to the ancient sun god.

——When I saw it through “Dreams of Divination”, there was a distant space.

The ancient Sun God and the Russell Emperor were the protagonists of an era, but in the end they ended in shame, and the end was miserable ... Russell still has the remaining means of resurrection. I do n’t know if the former "creator" has a similar arrangement ... … "Dark Angel" Thassiril? "Real Creator"? Klein's thoughts were mixed, and Amon opened the black wooden door covered with strange patterns.

Inside was a sea, dazzled by the dazzling sunlight, and there seemed to be a large expanse of rich gold in the waves.

Klein did not understand what the rich golden color of this blockbuster block represented last time, but now he has a preliminary idea:

That's the blood of the ancient sun god!

Before he died, he was affected by the power of the "night" and fell into a dream. He dreamed of himself being torn apart and the sea being stained with blood.

哐 Dang!

With the opening of the black wooden door, an unbelievable breath permeated, causing the entire monastery to shake visibly, as if encountering an earthquake that could destroy the world.

In the scattered dust and collapsed stone bricks, Amon and Klein passed through the wooden door and entered the golden ocean.

Klein immediately felt that his spirit body was melting and his spirit was evaporating. Within a few seconds, he would become the nourishment of this dreamland.

At this time, on the monocles carved by Amona crystals, the bright white and pure brilliance spurted out, making the dream world instantly broken.

He returned the stolen day to the relics of God's war, making the transition from night to day!

At the same time, the figures of He and Klein became slightly transparent, and then appeared directly in the mid-air of a sea dyed golden.

Here, there are higher temperatures than Klein imagined, but not as dangerous as in a dream.

In other words, the sea in the core area of ​​the Divine War Remains has been divided into safe areas due to the conflict of various divine powers. As long as it is not explored blindly, there will not be much problem.

The next second, Amon's monocles absorbed all the surrounding light and made himself extremely bright.

Stolen by day and night again, Amon and Klein landed on an island in a safe zone and re-entered the dream world.

This time, they appeared outside the black wooden door covered with strange patterns.

Amon straightened the monocle that was being worn on the right eye, and gently pulled his left hand to steal the distance from the gate to the monastery.

He and Klein took a step forward at the same time, left the monastery, and reached the edge of the cliff, opposite the projection of the "Giant King's Court" frozen in the dusk.

Klein thought that Amon would follow the process and read the corresponding name. Who knew that he just raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

The sea of ​​clouds separating the two peaks instantly boiled, and separated toward the left and right sides, revealing a dark gap that could not see the bottom.

The "Giant King Ting" projection on the opposite side suddenly absorbed all the dusk light, letting them rush forward, filling the deep gap.

So, between the two peaks, in the misty sea of ​​clouds, an orange-red path of light appeared.

"Let's go." Amon chuckled, and leapt forward from the cliff, in the sound of hunting for clothes, fell to the channel formed by the dusk.

Klein couldn't resist and just followed the jump off the cliff.