Chapter 791 Meeting Amon on the Road
This was not the first time that Angel had been unable to use his own abilities.
Outside Bayam City, while escaping from the pursuit of the "Rose School", she had once been attacked by "Puppet" Zatvin, and his "Parasite" gloves had stolen her extraordinary abilities. Later, Angel had also used that magical item that had betrayed its owner to steal his extraordinary abilities, so she was no stranger to this feeling.
This allowed Angel to immediately confirm that he had encountered the demigod of the "thief".
If it wasn't a demigod or a magical item of the same order, it would be impossible to steal extraordinary abilities from me who was hiding in the mirror world... She seemed to understand something, and her eyes quickly swept across the beach at her feet, the Tussock River rushing beside her, and the bushes not far away.
At the edge of the beach and the woods, a slightly dim figure slowly walked out. He didn't look very old, with a thin face and a broad forehead. His short black hair was mostly covered by a top hat. He wore a black windbreaker like a robe, paired with black pants and black leather shoes. He looked like a young gentleman who had strayed into the woods from Backlund's most prosperous commercial district.
What caught Angel's attention was the crystal monocle on his right eye. His black eyes, the same color as her hair, looked at her with interest from behind the lens.
This monocle, which is rarely seen nowadays, immediately reminded Angel of another figure he had seen. He was the invader that Mr. "Sun" encountered in Silver City. He was the "blasphemer" Amon who "parasitized" this Tarot Club member and was discovered and eliminated in time by Mr. "Fool"!
Is this his incarnation that came to Backlund?
Without hesitation, Angel was about to escape from here again through the "mirror" created by the river surface behind him and into the mirror world.
Combining her knowledge as a member of the Tarot Club and the conclusions of her discussions with Klein, she knew that the avatar of this "Angel King" was at least a demigod. Considering that he would face pressure from the official Beyonders of the three major churches when infiltrating Backlund, a Sequence 3 or even Sequence 2 was not impossible.
At least, this clone will have the "personality" of the original body. Otherwise, Angel, who is moving at high speed in the mirror world, would not be attacked by an ordinary "thief" demigod and become spiritually alert to the danger.
These thoughts only passed through her mind once, and "entering the mirror world" was the final conclusion that remained in her brain, but she just turned around and lost this important conclusion before she could leave with the help of the mirror.
Her thoughts were stolen.
"Oh, in a hurry to leave? Or in a hurry to go to that manor?"
Amon, who was wearing a crystal monocle, chuckled and did not take this opportunity to do anything more. Instead, he asked in a light tone.
The momentary blankness in his mind faded away, and Angel stepped beside the flowing river. He looked back at Amon, who did not continue to attack, frowned, and did not answer.
She had no idea what this "blasphemer" was trying to do.
But this did not prevent her from establishing a connection with the mirror world and being ready to leave at any time.
At the same time, the mystical disease she created spread rapidly with the flowing air, covering the entire beach, spreading to the nearby woods, and surrounding Amon.
"I'm very curious. How could a witch show up so brazenly in Backlund? Weren't you just captured and driven away by official Beyonders? Most of you have already left here, right?"
Seeing Angel stop, Amon spoke again, his eyes showing a curiosity that didn't seem fake.
His right hand, which was hanging naturally, moved slightly, but then shook as if he had been electrocuted.
"Tsk tsk, it's actually the witch from the Black Night family. This makes me even more curious."
Only then did Angel feel a hint of coolness on his wrist, which was the power emitted by the "Secret Holy Emblem" when it was touched.
"He intends to steal the mystical item from me? To deal with a Sequence 4 like me, does an Angel King need to use language to disrupt and wait for an opportunity to steal?
Could it be that he is just a weaker clone, not even as strong as Sequence 4?
This conclusion made Angel a little confused. She thought that Amon, whom she met on the way to Elk Manor to find Hazel's "thief" teacher, must have been attracted by the "aggregation" effect. This means that the other party's sequence must be very high to have such obvious aggregation.
If there was such a strong attraction between just two Sequence 4s, Angel would run into Katarina who was out sunbathing even if he was walking on the street, or he would be bumped into by other demigod witches lurking in Backlund.
So, “He” appeared on the way to the Elk Manor because his strength was not high, but because he was the clone of the “Angel King”, he possessed a higher status, so he was attracted by the demigod who was on the verge of losing control... Or, “He” was just “one of the clones”, and more powerful Amons were on the way to the Elk Manor?
After figuring this out, Angel turned around again and used the river water under his feet that reflected his own image to connect to the "mirror world". He was about to enter the virtual world with countless mirror passages that allowed him to leave quickly.
But the next second, the Tussock River rushing in front of her turned into clumps of low bushes and lush green grass.
Amon landed where Angel had been. The cold river water flooded over his shoes and soaked part of his trouser legs, but he didn't care. He pressed the monocle on his eye socket with one hand and opened his other hand slightly, saying with emotion:
"You seem afraid of us.
"We haven't seen you, but you've seen us?"
We... As expected, he is just a clone, and there are many clones!
Angel, whose position was stolen and exchanged with Amon's clone, suddenly jumped up. Huge black flames that almost covered the sky surged out from her side and swept towards Amon by the river.
The river surface where his figure was reflected had invisible silk threads that were only faintly visible in the parts touched by water, which bound him tightly in place despite his windbreaker and top hat.
Angel had already seen that the clone of this "thief" did not have his own powerful attack ability. His purpose of delaying time with words was to steal as many abilities as possible from his opponent and use them as a means of fighting.
So far, Amon has only stolen her mirror substitute, and this ability can only be used with a "mirror"!
Of course, the other party can steal the "position" again and let Angel return to the river, back to the position where he was tied up by silk threads and surrounded by flames.
In this way, I can return to the mirror world and leave here...
boom--
The black flames, carrying a powerful curse, licked the beach like a giant tongue, devouring the trapped figure.
No, he's not injured...
The spiritual reminder made Angel look to the other side of the beach. Under the moonlight, an identical figure was outlined, flashing with the light of the mirror.
The red light faded, and Amon appeared with a smile. The silk hat on his head and the windbreaker on his body were not messy at all. If it weren't for the wet trouser legs that proved that he was the one standing in the water before, Angel almost thought that this was another incarnation of Amon.
"Nice trick, isn't it?"
He said this with his ever-changing smile, and with a flip of his left hand, a small and exquisite lady's dressing mirror with a broken mirror appeared in his palm like magic.
That's my mirror... He stole it?
Angel's eyes focused, and more black flames than before appeared from the air and swept towards Amon again.
As expected, with the slight sense of disharmony caused by the change of position, the cursed black flame in Angel's sight seemed to turn 180 degrees and rushed towards his position.
She switched places with Amon again.
Puff, the black flames burning towards their master dissipated like a candle blown out by the wind, leaving only the sound of scorching air and changing airflow.
"A demigod witch, are these the only tricks you have? You're stalling for time, what are you waiting for?" Amon, who had swapped places, remained calm and composed, muttering to himself, "Are you waiting for my illness to flare up? That fate belongs to the fish in the river. Look, its body has already floated away."
As he said this, he simply laughed.
"Oh, if your fate was not so unfathomable to me, and if you were not protected by the darkness, you would have been destined to die of illness.
"But your past makes me even more curious... This fate is inconsistent, and even seems to have been altered... Tsk tsk, that giant snake?"
The giant snake? Ouroboros, the "Mercury Serpent" and "Angel of Destiny"?
When Angel heard the key words such as fate and snake, this thought immediately popped up in his mind, and then his mind went blank again.
"As expected, you've met Him before... This makes me even more curious about your identity."
As he spoke, Amon twisted his face in front of Angel, stretched out his black hair, and in the blink of an eye he turned into a woman in a windbreaker with brown hair, black eyes, and a flat figure, and then changed back to his original appearance in an invisible transformation.
What is he doing... No, this is the ability of the "Faceless Man", he stole my "Hypocrisy" ring?
The touch of Angel's fingers confirmed that her ring was not lost, but the light golden hair floating in the breeze made her know that the ring's transformation ability had indeed been stolen.
"Hmm, Angelica Thatch? I was saying that a demigod witch couldn't look so ordinary... I wonder what those pirates would think if they knew that the infamous 'Golden Queen' was actually a henchman of the Church of Evernight..."
Before he could finish his words, another round of black flames came towards him, causing Amon to shake his head with some regret.
"Is this the only trick you have?"
He waved his hand as if to drive away mosquitoes, and accurately stole the opponent's "Cursed Black Flame", making the flames in the sky disappear silently as if wiped out by an eraser.
A figure, pulled by a silk thread and approaching rapidly, also appeared from behind the flame.
Angel grasped the "Iron Knight" feature in one hand and swung out a string of iron puppets connected end to end with the other hand, turning them into two-meter-high armored soldiers in the air, falling on the beach like rain.
She has discovered that there is a certain interval between Amon's "stealing" of certain abilities or items. The moment an item, ability, or even "position" is stolen is when he is at his weakest!
Reaper, enter...
Her idea of commanding her subordinates was stolen in an instant, but the subsequent ideas lined up one after another, with almost no gaps.
"Reapers, attack!"
In mid-air, the reapers, their weapons emitting blue flames, jumped down one after another, instantly covering Amon's thin figure.
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