Amon remained silent and listened to the emperor explaining the most critical battle in the Battle of Atiran.

【Is this happening in the ether world, or in my brain?】

[Is this important? Dreams are the bridge that communicates the material universe and the etheric dimension. When the primitive shaman drinks mushroom soup with hallucination ingredients, sees miracles in a trance and conveys the future to the tribe leaders, the shaman's dreams and even the shaman themselves are a bridge. Among all the magic schools from ancient times to the present, the disciplines related to dreams and souls are always the most profound, the most unpredictable, and the most mysterious, because dreams and souls point directly to the origin of magic, and are madness and chaos that intellectual creatures cannot understand. This world is the fulcrum for us to influence the material universe, but the existence deep in the curtain has the same idea.]

The wise man in a crimson robe stood side by side with Amon. The melted steel boiled under the deck at their feet, and the hot air caused the detection system of the power armor to alarm wildly. A bright and dazzling white spot in the tactical spectacle, and a red and hot light filled the entire space. Every trace of air was heated, stuffed with the smell of hot metal.

Whether it was Catherine, Constantine, Maximus or the Black Bat King, they seemed to have not seen the existence of the Emperor and Amon. There were many corpses here. The alloy ceiling was torn apart by the shocking stress, and the red molten iron surging like waves, splashing, and the melted molten iron slapped on the shell of the giant plasma reactor in the center like waves, and the edges of the flesh attached to the shell were gnawed out irregular scorch marks. Countless energy pipelines and pipes were torn apart, sparks and steam were emitted. Many corpses or fragments fell along the tilted cracks and fell to pieces, and then burned by the hot floor. Through the thick smoke rising from the burning of human fat, the wise man calmly turned his palms, as if holding an invisible key.

The giant monster that had just rushed past him was now returning along the route when it was rushing. The shattered rust bracket reunited like a backflow of time, and the new surface flashed away. Amon saw the wise man frowned worriedly, and the movements of the fuzzy golden armored guards also rewind with his movements, like a video of being replayed backwards. The wise man let go of his hand, and then the world was running rapidly like a clockwork toy. The giant monster once called Maximus did not rush past them, but the guard did not stab the garrison spear like before, like a bullfighter who stabbed a short gun, but directly fired and smashed Maximus' heavy ribs that formed the armor.

Then the world turned back again.

This process was repeated thousands of times until the last screen was frozen. The Guard's Guard's garrison spear was accurately inserted into Maximus's mutation, like a bull's neck, accurately cutting off the aneurysm twisted into varicose blood vessels, and the black blood splashed out like crude oil. Amon remained focused, calculating the variables produced by each stabbing out of the Guard's spear and the result of the accumulation of these variables. The wise man stretched out his hand again, as if a century of boring journey was just a blink of an eye. He tirelessly twisted the invisible clockwork key in the air again. The Guard's spear pierced into Maximus' neck was pulled out; the Guard's spear slipped down and cut off the collarbone, as if every action needed to be calculated until a perfect enough final answer was obtained.

Constantine is sure that he has seen this scene countless times.

The memory of the Imperial Guard will never decline. It is not that the brain diseases that cannot be distinguished from the present as super memory, but the functions of the brain that has evolved through genetic alchemy. Even if that memory only appears in a dream, as long as it is a fragment of the emperor's memory that he needs to remember, he will remember every detail firmly. He is sure that the monster once called Maximus will pass by him, and the scales on its body will wipe a slight dent on the surface of its power armor. As long as he stabs the spear given by the emperor backwards, he can pierce Maximus's veins of the neck artery, turn again, breaking the force field and spear blade can also successfully cut off Maximus' collarbone.

That's what he did, a dark bloodline splattering into the air.

"Continue, monster."

The commander of the Imperial Guard retreated a step back and flashed through the sharp claws that cut through the air. The gyroscope of the power armor and the semicircular tube of the inner two made Constantine maintain balance and stability in the extreme state. He was as quick as a balance beam gymnast. Every attack from the Black Bat King ended in vain. The commander of the Imperial Guard knocked the end of the long spear handle on the Black Bat King's sneer like a hyena. Several mutated canine teeth turned into powder. The severe pain made the latter stagger a few steps and then rushed up.

The amazing dynamic vision captured a bomb that cut through the air and flew past his eyes, and he reacted instantly. A bloody flower burst out from the Black Bat King's shoulder. It staggered towards the commander of the Imperial Guard, but it was not as fierce as before. There was no hesitation or even no breath. Constantine immediately rotated the spear, and the blade accurately cut across the Black Bat King's rapidly contracting throat bag. The faint sound waves gushed out together with the blood.

The commander of the Imperial Guard took the opportunity to step on the recursive knee of the Black Bat King. He stretched out his hand like lightning to grab the latter's forehead, and smashed the Black Bat King's jaw with the knee armor with the relief of the roaring human face. At the same time, he inserted the spear into its thigh and fired a shot. In the blink of an eye, he let the Black Bat King fall to the ground and flow continuously. Maximus, who had completely lost his mind and turned into a beast, saw this scene and let out a roar. The red and hot fire light reflected from below, illuminating the golden armor, the gold was hot, and the hot wind surged from below to make Constantine's battle roar.

"You're going to die here today, I'm sure."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! He opened his eyes, locking the tactical spectacle to Dinah who was walking up the steps with a tray.

When he closed his eyes and entered the dream, Dinah just raised her feet.

"This is just a moment. There is no correspondence between the linear time of the dream and the material universe." Amon paused for a moment. At the emperor's instruction, the guards picked up the wine glass on the tray. "The shortest battle in the dream lasted for tens of forty-six seconds and twenty-eight milliseconds on the earth's standard time. After many observations and evaluations, I think this time can continue to be shortened, provided that the main warrior has the same observation experience as me, and is also a standard-trained guard. The commander's ability is enough to withstand thousands of observations. If he has also experienced the same dream, then the time can continue to be shortened. I have no doubt about this. But I cannot be sure whether the scene I see is the scene of the commander's battle. I don't understand why you want to let me fall into a dream and explain it to me."

"Because you need to understand another dimension, Amon, this is your task."

Amon looked at Dinah.

This artificial man is not a complete life assistant, but a senior officer who is in charge of many secrets of the emperor like the commander of the Imperial Guard. Without Dinah, the security system established by the Imperial Guards would not be successfully established. "Now belongs to the First Army, Imperial Guards, Sisters Monastery and Auxiliary Army, more than half of the armed forces and logistics supplies are on the moon, and only a small part of them are still in orbit waiting for transportation. If you plan to attack Kamataj, you must consider our current military and diplomatic influence, as well as the risk of Kamataj exposure. We cannot use armed forces with obvious Yugoslav federal defense military forces to attack Kamataj on the South Asian subcontinent and the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. At least, the part that was not used in the Battle of Atilan was sent back to Earth by a shuttle."

"I just need to bring a few people with me. Please bring my shield...I really didn't see this."

“Lord, what are you talking about…”

Dinah originally wanted to ask something, but from that beautifully decorated Venetian full-length mirror, which was now used for decoration, suddenly exploded. The tiny mirror fragments sunk towards the lining board and sank into a bottomless black hole. The woman who walked out of the black hole made Dinah swallow her words. She lowered her head to express her respect, but Amon had pointed the blade of the garrison spear and the muzzle at the woman in black leather-mastered the castle to teleport.

There are not many people with the key. The underground of the castle is induced by the psychic slaves for twenty-four hours and it also protects the castle from being detected and analyzed by prophetic spells to a certain extent. What's more, as the designer and controller of the psychic protection array, few people in this world can vigorously remove the protection and teleport to the castle through mirrors. Now the castle is empty and the nerves of the guards are very tight until the emperor allows him to let go of his vigilance.

"It's her. Don't worry, Amon."

"I never trust the witches. I've read some of the witches' files. They are too dangerous and their relationship with you cannot reduce their danger."

"I can hear what you are talking about, toy tin soldier." Beyonetta raised the corner of her eyes and raised her glasses with a muzzle. After a few seconds, she frowned impatiently, "Do you still want to stand on the steps and talk to me, my dear?"

"I don't think there should be a witch in this matter."

"Don't forget the Supreme Master's help to you, ████, let alone this matter is related to the safety of the earth."

The emperor fell silent, frowned and stared at Beyonetta, and the white-haired witch who walked out of the mirror. They were wearing combat uniforms and holding weapons, looking tall and fierce, and exuded their unbridled charm as usual. "Athena told you about this? Yes, only she could conceal the direction of my fate inadvertently and protect you from coming here." The emperor held the holy sword, lowered his head and stroked the gorgeous sword grid. This sword had accompanied him for a long time, and killed the sword in his hand.

The first goal is a divine clone, which can be called a fulfilled mission. "I will tell you that I will not forget the help of the Supreme Master to me. I regard the Venerable as a relative, but I will not forget the ideal of the Supreme Master. I will never forget the day I took this sword, because it was from that day that I truly understood my mission and who I am. There will always be something more important than life in this world, Beyonita, Joan of Arc, now you should return to that island. I have other arrangements for you."

"Will you wave your weapons at us?"

The emperor raised his eyes and said, "Yes."

The bright blue light illuminated the face of the priestess Feile. She was wearing some red robe and skillfully walked down the rusted deck stairs. In this dim passage, this bright blue light and rows of burning torches became the last hope of the group of mutants on the bottom deck. However, the heart of the priestess Feile was not as relaxed as she showed. She led the group of mutants with deformed limbs such as horns, scales, and feathers for a long time, and even the sudden earthquake did not.

Their pilgrimage was interrupted, but the priestess Feili saw the same scene appearing before her more than once. At first she could convince herself with the star castle design, but as the environment deepened, she began to shake a little in her heart. Even though it was an oracle that she went to the spiritual world and listened to God's only telling, she seemed to hear a harsh laughter sounding in her ears, but when she listened carefully, she found that it was just a noise from the rusty deck stairs.

"Continue to go down, we are already very close to the Gate of Heaven."

She turned her head and encouraged her followers with words that repeated no less than ten times. This time the response she received was still fanatical, which made her feel a little relieved, but she also heard some whispers in the mutant team. Some mutants began to complain that their soles (hooves, etc.) had been cut by the edge of the rusty deck, and worse, some mutants began to suspect that they had walked this path before. You should know that this area was a forbidden area in the past, and even the mutants who had picked up scatters for a living did not return to this barren place.
Chapter completed!