Chapter 77

At some time, a layer of ice had congealed on the ground in front of Amun, and the floating fog had not yet completely dissipated. There was a layer of white fog close to the ground, which just covered the ice layer, and the surface of the ice layer also had ripples flowing with the fog, which seemed to be a half melting state, which was more difficult to detect.

If it was normal, Haiwen would still be able to hold his body on the ice, but now he was at the end of his tether and was caught off guard. However, his reaction was extremely quick, and he did not give up the attack when his body was out of control. The knife in his hands was still shining and swept to Amun's waist.

Amun arched his body and pushed the staff, which just blocked the knife. The blade broke, and the blade slipped along the staff. The tip of the knife had already penetrated Amun's chest. Even if he went one inch further, he could pierce the heart and kill Amun. But the battle ended at this time. Amun's staff also hit down the back of Haiwen's head. The samurai was killed on the spot without even humming. He took off his dagger and threw himself on Amun's leg. Amun was knocked down by him and didn't get up for a long time.

After a long time, Amun struggled to sit up and lifted Haiwen's body to one side. The wounds on the back shoulder, chest, waist and thigh were no longer bleeding, but were in deep pain. In the mortal fight just now, he finally won with the help of divine arts. The only weak mana left made him use his staff to perform the simplest magic.

It was the old madman who first let Amun practice. At the beginning, he subdued Ma Qi. Today, he still saved his life in the face of a powerful enemy.

Amun was so tired that he couldn't even stand up. He didn't pay attention to the corpses and things scattered all over the field. So he sat quietly and rested with his eyes closed. The violent gasping gradually calmed down. Schr? Dinger did not know where he had gone, and he did not come back. Amun sat there until dark, not opening his eyes or moving. Once relaxed between life and death, exhausted, he didn't even want to move.

When it was completely dark, Amun held out a hand and put the staff in front of him. A soft white light fell on his body quietly. This was a healing magic skill that he used to recuperate for most of the day. The wound, which was no longer bleeding, healed slowly, but his painful feeling and the wound in his body were not cured. He put down his staff and began to practice his magic meditation every night.

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When Amun and vitruo met, Julian, who was far away in the Strait city-state, could not help but shed a cold sweat. The high priest of the temple of Isis had just looked up Nero's personal notes and found the one mentioned in the last words. It was then clear that the scroll Nero left for Amun was the legendary "storm of destruction"!

The reason why it is called legend is that this kind of scroll is almost impossible to be successfully made, and few people have actually seen it, except for some records in secret classics. It is a kind of high-level scroll, which can be launched after mastering the medium level divinity. However, the "destruction storm" is different from any other scroll. If you want to stimulate it, you must take the user's life as the cost, and its power can't be controlled at all.

It took Nero a few years to make his magic power successfully. It's not to use it, it's just a challenge to prove himself. He's finally reached the pinnacle of reel making skills! Once the destruction storm is launched, it will not only burn the user's life, but also destroy all life within the scope of its power. It is said that even the gods will be severely damaged.

Julian thought of a possibility -

If Amun didn't tell the truth and Nero's three scrolls were still in his hands, then when his life was threatened and he wanted to die with the enemy, destroying the storm was the last choice. If amon did use the scroll, he would be dead, and vitruo and Hayman would not come back.

If so, the operation was not worth the loss. Julian did not know how to explain the unexplained disappearance of the captain of the guard and his entourage.

Julian could only secretly ask God for help. Amun did not use the scroll. Either he was not a magician, or vitru and others did not give him a chance to use the scroll. Julian suddenly thought that even if Amun was a magician, he could not have achieved middle-level achievements. His worry was unnecessary. He laughed at himself and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

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When Julian, who was in the Cape city-state, was sweating, a young girl in a big boat in the Ronnie River also showed a look of surprise.

This magnificent ship is made of cedar wood, with its head and tail like a crescent moon. Its hull is painted with beautiful light gold by precious trees. It is also engraved with eju Shenwen and various complex divinity arrays. In addition to the ships under the deck, the building on the deck is three stories high, decorated with luxury, mystery and solemnity. It is the seat ship of the goddess of Isis temple, which governs the temple of xiaeju and represents the authority of the Egyptian god under the control of the Pharaoh.

Twice a year, the sacrifice ceremony to the Ronnie river is presided over by the goddess of Isis temple on behalf of the Pharaoh. In fact, the ceremony was to feed crocodiles to herds of cattle and sheep into the roni River, but it symbolized the sacrifice to the God of ejumen and Osiris, the protection god of the roni river. Therefore, it was very important and the scene was very grand.

The presence of the saints was just a chair. The priests led the people to throw the slaughtered cattle and sheep into the river. Groups of crocodiles came to fight for food, opened their mouths and tore at them with sharp fangs. This terrible scene, let the hearts of thousands of people have a deep fear of the gods.Mary, holding a staff and wearing a golden crown, sat on a platform far away from the shore without expression. She did not want to see the scene of the river, but silently prayed to the goddess Isis in her heart. If it had been a few years ago, this weak and pure girl would have never dreamed that she would have presided over such a ceremony. But now, as the guardian saint of Isis temple, she has no choice but to offer everything to the gods.

After the ceremony, the virgin boarded the boat and sailed away from the shore. She was going to patrol the Ronnie River on behalf of Isis. Thousands of people were still kneeling on the shore and worshiping the Holy Virgin's boat until it disappeared.

The boat was sailing down the river. Maria was sitting on the balcony on the third floor of the boat building, looking at the mighty water, she didn't know what she was thinking. Gabriel stood beside her with a sword hanging from her waist. On both sides of the deck below, the Maiden's entourage was sprinkling various prepared sacrifices into the river. Various monsters made of dough and goat oil symbolized the legendary story of Osiris killing the monster and protecting the people of eju.

At this time, the tears of the gods inlaid on the scepter of the virgin suddenly gave out a little golden light, shining on Maria's face. Gabriel's colored armor also reflected a faint golden glow.

Gabriel was stunned and asked in a low voice, "what are you doing, my lady?"

Maria frowned and said, "I did nothing and did not perform any magic arts. This is the spontaneous response of the tears of the gods, which even affected my magic power."

Gabriel asked: "what's going on? How can the tears of the gods have spontaneous induction? I've never seen anything like this when I've been with you for so long. "

The tears of the gods just flashed golden light for a moment, and then returned to normal. Looking at the staff, Maria thought and said, "I have never seen it, but there are records in ancient books that it is said that this is the guidance and call of the gods, which symbolizes that the gods or their messengers are coming."

Gabriel said in surprise, "holy daughter, you are calm! How calm are you when such a legendary miracle appears? "

Maria smiles. "My warrior, as the saint of the gods, should not be confused or surprised by miracles. My inner vibration is beyond your imagination, but I know how not to show it. Just now, I really felt that there was a silent call somewhere

It has been more than two years since the town of kaiduk. Maria is 18 years old. Her body is more mature than before, and her facial features have not changed much. She can recognize it at a glance. However, those who saw her would hardly think of echo. The girl in front of her was already the guardian saint of Isis temple. There was an indescribable solemnity all over her body.

Her eyes are clear and quiet, with silent compassion. Under her gaze, people feel inexplicably that this is the God watching. She is often ashamed of herself and dare not meet her. This is the change of temperament and the implication of the heart. However, it always brings the shadow of the girl echo, but not everyone can see it.

Gabriel asked again, "where does the call come from?"

Maria held out her hand and pointed downstream: "it's far away from us."

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Maria didn't know that the tears of the gods on her staff suddenly glowed with gold, while Amun was struggling to wave out his bones. The tears of the gods passed through the magic shield and hit vitruo in the face. And Amun did not know that Maria was coming down the Ronnie River in a boat, getting closer to where he was.

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At dawn the next day, Amun finally stood up with his staff in his hand. He heard the hum, and there were flies fluttering their wings on the wounded bodies. Another two wild dogs were tearing at the remnant of the horse. They were startled by Amun and ran into the forest again.

Amun sighs as he looks at Haiwen's body in front of him. The warrior nearly killed him, but he died in his hands. So far, he is the most terrifying and respectable opponent Amun has encountered, but his name is not clear. If Haiwen didn't attack Amun at the last moment, he could have escaped.

Maybe he thought Amun was not an opponent at all. Maybe he had to finish the task. Haiwen finally died. Amun didn't want his body to be eaten by wild dogs. With a swing of his staff, the fireball fell, and the flame spread around him, and Haiwen burned him to ashes.

Amun thought for a while and decided to burn all the bodies. All these people had been killed by him. All the hatred was over. There was no need for them to expose their bodies in the wilderness. Moreover, Amun did not want to leave traces of this war. Amon had not forgotten to search the remains of these people before burning them, because his things and the bodies were scattered together.

It is not necessary to count the fragmentary items found. There are some sacred stones and coins, as well as weapons and staff. Of course, the most precious staff is the one of the emperor's, and vitru's staff is also good. Two scrolls were found in vitruh's body, and a scroll was also left in the ashes of Haiwen's body. But the most important relics are two, both from vitruo's arms.

The first thing is the God stone inlaid with the base of Shenshu array. It looks like a beautiful lamp. Amun actually recognized it! The old Madman's message had taught him how to make all kinds of magical artifacts, among which "chasing the dead lamp" was mentioned. If it is very difficult for Amun to collect materials himself, and I don't know how many times it will take to make it, he has got a precious finished product today. He knew the usage and purpose of this magic weapon, and then he fully understood why he could not get rid of tracking.The second thing is a letter, sealed in a cowhide and treated with divinity. If the person who gets the letter can't solve the magic array on the envelope, the letter inside will be destroyed when it is opened, and naturally nothing can be seen. But it didn't bother Amun at all. He opened the letter intact. The content of the letter is written in eju script, which is not understood by most people. But Amun can understand these words.

The letter was written by Julian to Burke, another high priest in Isis temple. Amun took a breath after reading it. The letter actually mentioned people he knew well, Saint Mary and Gabriel, and there were some secrets he had never known before.

Julian and Burke conspire to get the Virgin Mary to give a new order to transfer him from the channel state to Memphis in the name of emergency. Gabriel was also mentioned in the letter, saying that the Virgin was young and ignorant, and Gabriel was helping many things. We should find a way to transfer Gabriel away from the temple so that she would not have a chance to come back. Julian recommended his own bodyguard captain Haiwen, saying that the warrior is very likely to be promoted to the grand warrior, when he can take over Gabriel's position.

Amun only knew that echo had become the saint of Isis temple. Now he realized that the high priest of Isis temple had selfish intentions. He did not seem to be willing to give up his existing efforts. He only wanted the saint to be a symbolic puppet, and even attempted to murder Gabriel. It seems that Gabriel is now the most respected assistant to the virgin, and the saint's assistant should have been the high priest, so it must be that echo's life would not be very comfortable.

Amun watched for a long time. He had just got rid of the death threat and began to worry about echo. Anyway, his destination is mengfeisi. We must try to give this letter to echo so that she can be prepared and prevented. In amon's mind, although she has become the saint of Isis temple, she will always be the weak and pure girl for him.

Amun didn't know why he wanted to go to mengfeisi, in order to see the famous capital of eju on the way to mainland China? Then it suddenly came to me - it was because of echo.

When he stepped out of the mountains and faced a strange and unknown world, his first stop was to go to King Baron to look for medanzo, the second stop was to return Nero's staff to the promontory City, and the third stop was the hometown of his care. Although she is a saint above all the people, amon has to take a look at her in person so that he can put down his mind, even if he only sees her from afar.

Seeing this letter, Amun realized that he had come to the right place. Was there any divine calling and guidance in the world?

Amun carefully put away the letter, put all the things he wanted to take into the bones, and then set fire to the body and the remains. He also changed a new suit of clothes from tashun, and threw the old clothes stained with blood and broken into the fire. The flame rises with smoke, and everything that happens here goes with the wind.

After only a night's rest, Amun was far from recovering. He could hardly lift the bone from the ground. He put it into the inner pocket of his clothes and hid it under his ribs.

Amun even put the iron staff into the bone, broke a real branch, leaned out of the valley. When the sun rose above the treetops, he finally came to the running Ronnie river. He walked south and upstream along the river. The nearest ferry was in that direction. There was still a long way to go.

The sun was not very warm, but Amun began to sweat, sweating all over his body and breathing more and more quickly until he was out of breath. He felt dizzy, nauseous, soft and dark in front of his eyes. There were always a little light flashing in his sight, and his steps became more and more heavy and even could not be lifted up. With each step, the footprints dragged on the river beach for a long time, so he could barely stand on the branches.

Amun had this feeling. The last time he met Abel and Cain on the outskirts of the city of Uruk, he had consumed too much mana. And this time, it's not just mana that is consumed. The physical strength and energy have exceeded the limit that they can bear. In addition, they have lost too much blood due to injury. At this moment, they can't hold on any longer.

Last night's short rest didn't make him recover. He just managed to hold back the injury. He knew very well that he had to find a place where there were people. Otherwise, he would be dead if he fainted in the wilderness without self-protection ability. That's why Amun would fight hard at daybreak to clean up the battlefield and head for the ferry. But at this time, the injury broke out again, which was unusually fierce and beyond the original expectation.

I don't know how far away the ferry is. I can't see a person around. This desolate river beach looks like an endless long time. A stubborn and lonely figure of a young man walks slowly, and his steps are more and more heavy. With each step, the branches in his hands are inserted deeper into the soil. At last he heard a crack, the branch broke, and he fell to the ground.

Amun tried his best to get up, but in the end he just turned over and lay on his back on the beach. Even his eyelids became as heavy as two mountains. Finally, he opened his eyes and met the sunshine. In front of his eyes, the light twinkled and stabbed, as if there were countless transparent flying mosquitoes dancing, and the soil under him seemed to send out a strange smell, which made his consciousness in a trance.

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