Mystery: From Meeting Amon

Chapter 287 Praise My Name

Under the shroud of the beam of light, Miss Windsor walked towards Lewis slowly, and the vines wrapped around Lewis' feet and body bloomed with flowers of desire.

The sweet smell of pollen melted into Lewis's spiritual body, and Miss Windsor's body moved closer to him, and finally began to squeeze into his spiritual body little by little.

Lewis was forced to accept this reality. He felt that his spirituality was gradually being eroded, and a crazy idea was integrated into every part of his body bit by bit, and gradually began to erode his rationality.

Fortunately, he can still catch a ray of light...

It was already the latter half of the time when Lewis ended his sleep, his eyes glowed with a little crimson, and he looked at Fiona, the elf who had just returned.

He knew that in order not to be polluted, he had to try to fuse the source quality.

"Sir, maybe you should go to today's dinner." Fiona bowed her head towards Lewis and said.

Lewis paused, and said:

"Miss Fiona, I hope you can believe in me as a saint under the throne of the elves.

Pray to me that bad luck can be dispelled and good luck can be maintained.

Name is: Ruler of Doom:
guardian of luck;
The monster who peeps at fate;

The great Lewis Harvey. "

It was too late for him to slowly cultivate his own believers, so he could only temporarily build up some believers in this way, in case he gradually lost his humanity while absorbing the essence.

But so far, his well-known identity is only "the incarnation of the god of steam and machinery". The more identities and believers, the more stable the anchor that maintains humanity.

Otherwise, in his current state, if he rashly tries to fuse the key of source quality light, he will gradually start to lose control. Even if the fusion is successful, it is very likely that he will wake up in his body at first.

Fiona lowered her head, unable to hide the sadness in her heart, it was hard to imagine that this gentleman would leave so soon.

Perhaps, this saint still needs to save other elves, and has not yet completed the task of the elf king.

After a pause, Fiona said sincerely: "The elves in Finat Forest will believe in you, and your existence will be celebrated here."

Lewis shook his head and said:
"It's not enough, you have to proclaim my honorable name to a farther place, chant my name, and I will give you enough good luck."

After explaining, Lewis left the copper whistle to summon Miss Erlanna to Fiona, and he himself stepped into the sparkling water and entered the spirit world.

Passing through the spirit world and following the thread of fate, Lewis once again found the place where the river of fate lies.

The poisonous snake lying on the side of the river of fate straightened up, spit out a letter, looked at Lewis, and said:

"Sir, you are finally back again."

"Why are you still here?" Lewis asked.

In his opinion, the poisonous snake must either leave now, or enter the river of fate to try to obtain the source quality.

Obviously, the ability of this poisonous snake should be related to the key of source quality light. According to the law of aggregation of extraordinary characteristics, this poisonous snake will definitely be attracted by the key of light.

"As a reward for solving the puzzle, I will complete one thing for you. This is a gift from fate." The poisonous snake said.

Lewis smiled. The poisonous snake is worthy of being a transcendent in the path of fate. Like some magic sticks, it is obsessed with balancing fate.

After extreme good luck, there will be extreme bad luck. When you get something, you must try to pay the corresponding price. This is what they believe in, the balance of fate.

"In this case, you stay here, I want to enter the long river of fate to find something, and when I return, you can go wherever you want.

If you need to contact me for anything, you can recite my honorable name..."

Lewis took off his half-height silk top hat and put it on the snake's head. He walked straight ahead and stepped into the long river of fate.

It was a silver-white piece to the eyes, and the river washed over the body, and the lives of the creatures were presented in front of them.

Here, he could see a trend sweeping the world. The streets of Loen were filled with airships and weapons of war, and the unarmed poor were howling.

Some people lost their loved ones, some lost their limbs. They huddled in a corner, as if they were waiting for the next attack.

In front of the half-paralyzed steam train track, Klein lowered his head and picked up a blood-stained half-height silk top hat. He turned the top hat over and took out a bouquet of lilies from inside.

As soon as the picture turned, Lewis saw a priest wearing a white robe sitting in the Church of Bones. He had a very ordinary face. In his hand, the quill was as obedient as a toy.

A handsome man stood behind the priest. His facial features were handsome, his silver hair grew to his vest, and he had overlapping wings of light behind him.

In the environment where the flames of war raged, the handsome man's feet swayed circle after circle of ripples, and these ripples spread under his feet and spread outward.

The priest in a white robe dissolved the quill into the liquid, and in the midst of the flying gunfire, he took the potion of promotion, and looked at people's life and death calmly.

"Is this a picture of the past? Or is it the present and the future?"

The scenes in the long river of fate attracted Lewis, but Lewis quickly stabilized his emotions, and he walked towards the distance.

A small thing with four overlapping transparent wings swam over in front of him. This thing has a human body, but it is only the size of a palm.

The transparent wings shake off the golden dust, and the dust will bring extremely short-term good luck to the living beings.

At this moment, a snake that almost blended in with the color of the river swam over, and the little thing quickly avoided it and fled into the distance.

Not everything is dead in the long river of fate, and there is a unique ecological environment here.

"destiny!"

Lewis called out the help of the "Key of Light" softly, and he vaguely felt the guidance of spirituality. At the crossroads of fate, it was the Key of Light that was waiting.

……

Backlund North District, No. 22 Pacefield Street.

Boom!Boom!
Audrey, who was in the "Loen Charity and Student Fund", rushed to the window immediately, and she hid the dragon scales under her skin.

The formation of airships with the flag of Feysac appeared in mid-air, and dropped bombs from the air. These bombs were deflected by the hurricane, or thrown into the distance, or exploded on the ground, or entered the spirit world.

"As Mr. Fate predicted, this is a war that is destined to break out. No one can stop it, even Mr. Fate who has already seen the end." Audrey's heart was heavy.

At this time, what is the favored person of Mr. "Fate" doing?Are they planning unknown extraordinary events all over the world for the future of Loen's victory that Mr. "Fate" said.

She immediately turned her head and said to the golden retriever dog and the personal maid Anne, "Quick, hide in St. Samuel's Church."

She accompanied these people through the flames of war and went all the way to St. Samuel's Church. In order to deal with the dangers they might encounter on the way, she brought "Hands of Fear" and "Lies".

The ability of "passing by the audience" is difficult to play a role under the fire of long-range attacks, and these two magical items can bring her a certain amount of help.

Suddenly, Audrey saw newspapers scattered all over the sky.

In the newspaper, the culprit who caused all this is holding up the banner of justice at this moment, calling for war in the Loen Kingdom!
(End of this chapter)