Chapter 792 I Lied to You

boom--

Blue flames that could melt everything exploded on the beach, and scorching air waves gushed out, even the river flowing through here stagnated, and gray-white steam rose like a mushroom cloud.

But at the center of the explosion, a wisp of nearly black flame struggled to resist the surrounding blue flames and continued to expand. The figure in the center, surrounded by many iron soldiers holding different weapons, looked thin but firm.

He made good use of the stolen Black Flame, but that was all. As hunters capable of controlling fire, the Reaper Legion wasn't afraid of most flames. They could use their own high-temperature flames to resist the Cursed Flame. And as dead, they couldn't even think of being stolen... Amon's only option was to steal the magical item outright. But now, there weren't just one Reaper, but ten, each possessing the status of a Sequence 3 War Bishop...

Angel cautiously did not follow the soldiers forward, but fell slightly behind. The "Iron Blood Knight" characteristic of his right hand continued to emit an astonishing aura, commanding his soldiers to charge at the risk of their lives. The disease that had entered the realm of mysticism and was not afraid of high temperatures also spread. He wanted to take advantage of Amon's lack of time to transfer "fate" and infect him again and defeat him!

The figure surrounded by flames and pointed at by ten weapons did not panic. He raised his left hand slightly, his eyes swept over the iron soldiers with blue flames, and immediately confirmed the status of these magical items. He changed his idea of stealing to directly stealing the items themselves, and visited them all in the blink of an eye.

The three soldiers retracted their giant swords and spears that were originally pointed at Amon, and threw them to their former teammates without hesitation. Amidst the sound of steel clashing, a gap immediately appeared in the encirclement that was originally densely packed and almost blocked all positions.

At the same time, Angel, who was watching, felt her spirit touched. Having been stolen twice in a row, she immediately activated the flame flash of the "Hypocrisy" ring and flashed into the area where black and blue flames were mixed, and the temperature almost melted the gravel under her feet.

This action is very risky. If Amon stops stealing the action halfway, Angel, who has lost the black flame and mirror substitutes, may be burned by the irresistible high temperature, or be forced to use the few "magic wand substitutes".

Fortunately, Amon's previous quick action of stealing the ownership of the "Reaper Legion" was very consistent with the action of stealing Angel. He didn't even have time to observe the latter's movements before he exchanged positions with her.

The two figures flashed, Angel came to the center of the black flame, and Amon appeared in the blue flames coming out of the reapers' bodies.

The black flames belonging to Amon quickly got out of control, and surged forward along with the blue flames that kept squeezing towards the center. Angel immediately felt his skin tighten, his eyes sting, and even his breathing carried a heat wave that could burn everything.

Frost!

Crystal clear ice with the same aura of destruction surged out from her feet and palms, colliding with the flames around her. The steam spread like an explosion, instantly blocking out the black flames and raging fire.

During this period, Angel felt that he had lost an important, but not so important ability: invisible thread.

He must have wanted to steal my frost ability, making me unable to resist the flames, but it seems that my luck is not so good... Thinking of luck, Angel remembered the battle with the Rose School demigod Zatvin. At that time, each shot of her "Good Luck" pistol was enhanced by special abilities, and she beat a Sequence 4 into a mess for no reason.

Could it be the "big snake" that Amon mentioned?

While she was thinking, she faintly heard Amon's "tsk", obviously not very satisfied with the result.

If my predictions are correct, this clone is roughly Sequence 4 in strength. It should be similar to the Parasite Gloves, capable of stealing only three Beyonder abilities from the same target. He has already stolen Mirror Double, Cursed Black Flame, and Invisible Thread. This means that for a short period of time, he will only be able to fight using these three abilities, and the Reaper Legion...

Through the dense steam, Angel discovered that the seven iron soldiers around her had taken advantage of their numbers to knock down the three "traitors" in a few seconds, and then turned their weapons and rushed towards Amon who had escaped the encirclement.

Eight against four, the advantage is on my side... Angel glanced at the Amon soldier who was having trouble standing up. The "Rose Necklace" on her chest flashed a deep blue luster. The soul of the "Wind-Blessed One" gave her control over the wind.

With a loud bang, the compressed air under her feet suddenly exploded. The air wave swept away the remaining black, blue, and gray flames and mist, and also caused her body to smash towards Amon not far away like a cannonball.

Even if she lost her mirror double and her invisible spider silk, she could still move quickly!

Swish, invisible threads appeared from the void and formed one net after another, blocking Angel. The black flames summoned by Amon also passed through the mesh of the net and stabbed towards her like a sharp blade.

He actually used it so skillfully, he must have stolen many witches' extraordinary abilities before... Angel laughed secretly, and the "Iron Knight" characteristic in her right hand surged out with a blue and almost purple flame, which emerged from between her fingers and instantly wrapped around her rushing body, making her look like a mythical fire giant.

The high temperature burned the silk threads that touched his body, dispelled the thick black flames, and he and Angel pounced on Amon who was standing there in a daze.

No, he didn't stand there, he quickly raised his hand.

The flames covering Angel's body disappeared immediately. The instantaneous transition from bright to dim left a blank in the sight of the two fighters, but the next moment, the same flames filled the blank again. Angel, lifted by the strong wind and flying in flames, still held the characteristics of the "Iron-Blooded Knight" in his hand.

The moment Amon took action, she threw this extraordinary characteristic into the "Mirror Space", avoiding the fate of being stolen, and then took it back and turned it into the most powerful weapon again.

But Amon did not feel frustrated because he had escaped with nothing. Instead, he smiled slightly and turned into mirror fragments under Angel's flaming fist.

Snap! Debris reflecting blue-purple light danced in the air, outlining the reappearing figure of Amon not far away. His hat was blown up by the scorching wind, revealing his meticulously groomed black hair. His eyes were full of smiles behind his monocle.

In his raised hand, he held a white feather that continuously emitted the aura of death.

That was the "Wing of Death" dropped by the Quetzalcoatl on the nameless island and strengthened by Mr. Azik's blood!

Puff, as the thick deathly aura spread to the entire beach, Angel, who was covered in flames, stopped, the iron puppets holding weapons stopped, and even the steam that had not yet dissipated in the air seemed to have stopped.

"Do you think I'd steal the 'Iron Knight' from you?" Amon said with a leisurely smile, one hand in the outer pocket of his windbreaker and the other twisting the feather's base. "It would only allow me to add more fuel to the fire. What good would that do?"

As he spoke, he slightly pressed down the feathers, and the gushing breath of death almost extinguished the flames in Angel's body, making her stand still and unable to move.

The "connection" that could originally share damage and bear pressure with the iron soldiers under his command was now useless because they were also under the same suppression.

"Actually, there's no irreconcilable conflict between us. You seem to want to deal with the 'thieving' demigod in that manor over there, and I'm also committed to eliminating these hidden rats... How about this: you hand him over to me, and you won't have to endure the fate of being harmed by his dying counterattack."

As he spoke, Amon extended his left hand forward, waving the feathers in his hand as if inviting Angel to join the united front.

"I once heard a Fourth Epoch evil spirit say this. Guess what he did afterwards?"

Angel scoffed and asked back in a low voice, his voice drifting over the breeze on the riverbank, making it difficult to hear clearly.

"I see. It seems you have a deep misunderstanding of me." Amon shook his head regretfully, retracted the white feather, and put it in his chest pocket. "Although I am curious whether the evil spirit you mentioned is the annoying guy in my memory, I will have enough time to slowly understand it later..."

"By the way, I lied to you when I said I didn't want to steal your fate because you are a believer in the night.

"What do you think I'm waiting for by saying all this?"

Before he finished speaking, Angel, whose body was still trembling in the breath of "Deathwing", and unable to move, relaxed all over.

Then, she raised her right hand and pressed her eye sockets with delicate skin and attractive eyelashes.

The smile on Amon's lips became even more intense, like a child who had picked up a toy. He shook his empty arm, and the top hat that was blown away by the wind returned to his hand and was put back on his neatly-knit black-haired head. Then he stretched out his hand to his mouth, and after a few uncontrollable coughs, he moved it away, with a trace of dark red blood already stained on it.

If the battle had continued for another half a minute, he might have succumbed to the witch's disease.

The seven iron soldiers who had come to his side also stopped and put down their weapons, looking around blankly as if they had lost the purpose and value of their existence.

New instructions kept them in place.

Wait, I haven’t stolen their ownership yet… The black pupils under Amon’s monocle dilated, and he stood there in a daze, not even bothering to cough because his throat was itchy.

He subconsciously activated the "mirror substitute", but the last mirror he stole did not respond.

boom--

Blue-purple flames that could melt everything emerged from his mouth, emerged from his nose, and spewed from his ears.

"hehe……"

Amon, who was no longer able to speak and could only breathe out hot air, slowly turned his head. Out of the corner of his eye, he could only see a wisp of light golden hair, shining in the firelight, slowly fluttering in the breeze.

"Two questions," a clear, alluring voice echoed beside his ears, which had lost their eardrums. "First, it's not me you're parasitizing, but my illusion. Unlike a double, it's a completely false existence. Second, this feather has the blood of one of my elders on it, which greatly reduces its effectiveness against me, against another person."

"Oh……"

Amon breathed out another breath of flames, the skin on his face and hands turned black, and he slowly knelt on the ground.

"Any questions?"

Angel, who had come out of stealth, chuckled and walked up to him. Before the flames generated by the "Iron Knight" completely spread to Amon's body, he pulled out the feathers on his chest and threw them into the mirror space.

"If you're asking about the mirror substitute... Even though you stole my abilities and the mirror, I can still prevent those around me from using them. This is knowledge I earned with my life, so you'll have to sacrifice your life to learn it too.

"Well, the first two times you were able to use a substitute, it was on purpose."

The flames suddenly jumped up, burning Amon's body, his heart full of questions and confusion, and his black clothes into ashes.

In mid-air, two translucent insects, one big and one small, but both with twelve segments, penetrated the flames and landed on the almost crystallized beach. They seemed to be completely unaffected by the high temperature. Behind Angel, the illusion of pinching the eye sockets with hands also disappeared. A smaller insect with the same appearance seemed to be attracted by the other two and slowly floated over and was caught by Angel.