Amon!

Amon the Blasphemer!

Leonard was not unfamiliar with the man in front of him. Not only had he faced his clone, but he had also heard about his deeds and bad character from the old man Pallez Zoroaster in the Tarot Club.

At this moment, Leonard's thoughts were almost completely frozen, his brain was blank, and only a few thoughts could move.

At this moment, Amon's lips moved and he uttered mutterings that were completely at the divine level.

Leonard's mind instantly recalled one voice after another, as if coming from countless Amons:

"Surprise? Accident?"

"After realizing that I couldn't get Sefirah Castle in a short period of time, I shifted my focus to Backlund..."

"If it wasn't to deceive you, why would I play such a simple cat and mouse game with him?"

"I think you two should be connected..."

"He must have told you that I'm still tracking him, disrupting his operations, and setting traps at his destination..."

“That’s just a clone close to Sequence 1…”

"Oh, yes, Pales, I forgot to tell you that for a long time in the late Fourth Epoch, I was pretending to be the ancestor of the Jacob family. I secretly devoured Him a long time ago, and then watched His descendants panic and find a way to add a secret treasure to the place where Tudor became the 'Blood Emperor'..."

"I didn't deal with these guys because I had a hunch that this treasure would be very useful. I have an avatar that has been sleeping there for more than a thousand years, patiently waiting for someone to open the treasure. As for the other avatars, I didn't synchronize this information with them, so that they might be able to mislead them inadvertently at some point..."

"Well, this synchronization is my 'invention', Pales, you are behind the times..."

"In order to truly determine your whereabouts, I watched those guys destroy the traps and take away the items. I watched your clone steal the characteristics and seals from them. I watched Him swallow and digest them carefully. Now, my patience has finally paid off..."

"I guess you must be thinking about how to delay time and wait for God to descend..."

These sounds overlapped with each other, tearing apart Leonard's thoughts and stinging his soul. They caused his head to expand and contract, and made tufts of short black hair grow on his face. His ribs and waist were wriggling with bulges of flesh and blood, as if forming new limbs.

Just a few mumblings made Leonard almost lose control. He was in great pain and had no ability to resist at all.

This is the Son of the Creator, this is the King of Angels.

At the same time, changes took place at No. 7 Pinster Street. Black stone pillars suddenly stood up and supported a majestic church.

Every pillar, every arch, and every dome of the church was inlaid with bones of different races. They were crowded together in a dense and chaotic manner, staring at Leonard, who was slightly smaller in the center of the hall, with their empty eyes, as if they were conducting a trial.

Amon stood in front of the cross hundreds of meters high in the depths of the church, smiling at Leonard who was bent over with a distorted expression, and said:

“Isn’t this church of bones pretty good?

“I just stole it not long ago.

"This way, if they want to find out that something is wrong here, it will take at least 30 seconds for the gods to descend. This is enough."

As he spoke, Amon raised his hand and squeezed the crystal monocle, his face full of smiles.

Leonard suddenly heard a "dang" sound in his ears. It was ethereal and seemed to come from an infinite distance.

This brought the muttering that was tearing and contaminating Leonard's spirit to an abrupt halt, and everything around him became quiet.

In Leonard's eyes, rays of light burst out from his body and condensed into a bright and pure figure in front of him, like an angel but without wings.

This figure was also a hundred meters tall, with faint light constantly flickering and jumping on its surface, as if indicating the passage of time.

Leonard's body was then pushed by an invisible force and flew backwards towards the gate of the Church of Bones.

On the door, a number of transparent and distorted faces appeared, sealing the inside and outside, isolating the spiritual world and the astral world.

"when!"

Another bell rang, and those transparent faces filled with pain suddenly froze.

Leonard's figure was not blocked any more, and in this brief gap, he passed through the door of the "Church of Bones" without any sense of substance.

Everything he saw suddenly returned to normal. There was still a little brightness in the sky, and the gas street lamps on the side of the road were emitting light, illuminating the dark No. 7 Pinster Street.

And from the outside, the building was quiet, peaceful, dark, and empty.

Old man... It was only at this moment that Leonard began to regain his senses. His heart tightened, and he was about to step forward and go back into the house.

However, the door of No. 7 Pinster Street stood there so heavily that he was unable to open it for a while.

With this obstacle, Leonard finally regained some of his sanity. He retreated anxiously while thinking quickly about what he could do to save the old man.

After a few steps, he paused, lowered his head with a serious expression, and recited quickly in Giant language:

"A fool who does not belong to this era..."

Leonard already understood that the one inside was Amon's true body, and if he wanted to deal with Amon's true body, he could only pray for help from the gods!

…………

Holding a lantern, Klein walked in the darkness and immediately entered the fog of history. He took four steps backwards and came to the top of the gray fog.

After hearing the content of Leonard's prayer, Klein, who was originally a little confused and careless, suddenly woke up, just like when he just woke up in winter and crawled out of bed, and someone poured a basin of ice water on him.

"Amon's body went to Backlund... Amon's body found Leonard and Pales... Amon stole his brother's church of bones to delay the descent of God... It turns out that when He proposed to play the game of who would find the Dark Wolf Kotar first, He had never thought about actually deciding the winner, nor did He care about the stakes. The purpose was just to attract attention and make me believe that He was still tracking me and still trying to seize the 'Source Castle'... The trap of Jacob's treasure, which Amon buried for a thousand or two thousand years, finally came in handy..." Klein's mind flashed one thought after another, and then he raised his right hand and summoned an item from the pile of debris.

"0-61", "Box of the Past"!

This is both a "0" level seal and an "apprentice" path, which can better mobilize the power of "Source Castle" and create more tricks!

This might give Pales some hope when facing Amon's true form.

At the same time, Klein confirmed through the prayer light that Leonard was not parasitized by Amon, and immediately instructed in the tone of Mr. Fool:

“Leave the scene and go to the church in the dark.

"And by the way, pray to the night."

The battle at the top of the sequence below the gods is definitely not something that Leonard's level of Beyonder can get involved in. Even if Klein has initially mastered the "Source Castle" and has the "0-61", he has no confidence and can only hope to delay until the gods come.

Outside of 7 Pinster Street, Leonard heard Mr. Fool’s words.

He was stunned for a moment, looked up at the tightly closed door, then retracted his gaze, turned suddenly, and knocked hard on a tooth in his mouth with the joint of his right fist.

Streams of illusory soil gushed out and sprayed onto Leonard's head, wrapping him up from top to bottom.

Suddenly, Leonard seemed to have turned into a clay doll, sinking continuously and merging with the earth.

This is a rare nature spirit that he exchanged from the "Fate Hermit Society". It does not contain extraordinary characteristics, and its abilities mainly come from the spirit world.

It allows Leonard to travel through the dirt at speeds far greater than a steam subway.

While Leonard was leaving the battlefield, Klein had already picked up the gem-studded "Box of the Old Days" and leveraged the power of "Source Castle". He then turned his gaze to the huge church with a pitch-black background and inlaid white bones that overlapped with No. 7 Pinster Street.

This church blocked his "real vision", making it impossible for him to see what was happening inside. He could only judge that the battle was not over yet by the flickering light and shadow on the stained glass.

"Use the power of the first layer of 0-61 to swap the Bone Church with its interior space? No, isn't this equivalent to letting Amon enter Sefirah Castle? The first layer of the Box of the Old Ones alone cannot hold Him...

"Open the second level and move the entire 7th Pinster Street to another place? No, that won't work. If we separate from Backlund, there won't be a timely God's descent, and Pales Zoroast will be in greater danger...

"The third floor? If we open it, Sefirah Castle might change its owner right away...

“…”

In a flash of thought, Klein had an idea, which was to narrow the target area and break the surface with a single point!

He wanted to swap the door of the Church of Bones with the first level of the "Box of the Old Ones" driven by the "Source Castle" to directly invalidate the seal separating the spirit world and the astral world.

That way, the gods will notice it and their descent will be earlier!

At the top of the mottled long table, Klein sat in a high-back chair and opened the first layer of the "Box of the Past" with his eyes fixed on the deep red star representing Leonard.

The surging power within Sefirah Castle suddenly calmed down, became secret, and silently penetrated the crimson stars.

In the real world, at 7 Pinster Street, the gate of the Church of the Corpses, which overlapped with ordinary buildings, suddenly lost its luster and turned into a shallow beach with gravel and pebbles.

The inside and outside suddenly became connected, and the situation inside appeared clearly in Klein's eyes.

In front of the hundred-meter-high cross, Amon, wearing a classical black robe, a pointed hat and a monocle, faced the "open" door and slowly turned his body.

In his hand was a crystal column made of light and shadow, with many twelve-linked "worms of time" swimming and wandering rapidly inside, and everything around him seemed to have come to a standstill.

Amon raised his head and looked up into the sky, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

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