It was an ordinary paper crane. As soon as it flew out, it ignited red flames and dropped some ashes.

Amon, who was looking at the air, suddenly turned his head, looked at the paper crane carrying the fiery flowers, and raised his hand again.

The eyes behind the monocle had already lit up with a cold light.

Suddenly, the flames on the surface of the paper cranes disappeared, Klein's ability to swap positions with the secret doll disappeared, the ability to "manipulate flames" disappeared, the ability to "flame jump" disappeared, and the "air cannon" ability disappeared!

At this moment, six extraordinary abilities were stolen from him, including four very important ones!

If Amon could steal a few more times, Klein might just become an ordinary person.

This is "stealing" at the angelic level!

In the dim firelight, the thousand paper cranes slowly floated away.

…………

Backlund, Dr. Allen's house, in a black baby carriage.

Will Auceptin Chris, wrapped in silver silk, wiped his mouth and eyes and muttered:

“Life is so hard…”

Before he finished speaking, he took out from somewhere an object that looked like the head of a cane and was inlaid with transparent gems.

A pure and clear light then lit up, illuminating the calendar in the room with incredible clarity.

Today is Tuesday. (Note 1)

…………

160 Böklund Street, in Dwayne Dantès's garden.

The burnt and charred paper cranes suddenly froze in mid-air. Complex mercury-colored symbols jumped out from them one after another, and instantly connected into a huge illusory scaleless snake.

The surface of this giant silver snake is covered with dense patterns and symbols that form one interconnected wheel after another, and each wheel has different signs around it.

With a glance of its bright red, cold eyes, the giant snake soared into the air, above Boklund Street, bent its body, and bit its own tail.

Its shadow covered the entire block like a mysterious and exaggerated wheel.

Suddenly, Councillor Macht, Madam Liana and several male and female servants in the living room of 39 Böklund Street stopped smiling and raised their hands at the same time, took off their monocles, and let them transform in their palms one after another into rays of light.

Then, they either put on their decorative glasses again, pinched their eye sockets, or looked out the window leisurely, returning to their previous state.

Hazel fell to the ground, watching this scene, shaking her head in despair, supporting her body with both hands, and stepping back repeatedly.

Amon, who was wearing the "winner" Enuni's hat, had a cold look in his eyes. His crystal-like monocle was slightly crooked, and he no longer looked down at Klein.

In addition, something was slowly being drawn out from his body, forming a clear, thick, yet transparent and mysterious "worm of time" on top of his head.

And this "worm of time" quickly transformed into a figure with black hair, black eyes, a wide forehead and a thin face in the "secret".

This is not the time on Böklund Street going backwards, because Klein, Leonard and others are not affected. This is Amon's own state returning to a few minutes ago!

"Snake of Fate", "Restart"!

Although the ups and downs of fate predicted by Will Auceptin had some minor problems and occurred a little later than the actual time, the impact of His coming from afar was so timely.

In exchange for the "Snake of Fate"'s action, Klein not only fed him five scoops of ice cream of different flavors, but also promised to compensate him with additional rewards. The result of their initial discussion was that Klein himself would find a way to create at least two items that could allow Will Auceptin to temporarily restore a certain amount of strength during his weak period!

When Amon encountered this unexpected attack, Klein did not hesitate at all. He pulled out the "Death Knell" revolver, pulled the hammer, lightly turned the cylinder, and aimed at the enemy.

Bang!

He calmly and decisively pulled the trigger of the "Death Knell" revolver, firing the "soul-control bullet" that he had prepared long ago.

A silver-black stream of light flashed out and accurately hit the shadow of Amon wearing a pointed hat and a classical black robe, and hit the "Time Worm" - this "Time Worm" was thicker and clearer than any other "Time Worm" Klein had seen before!

The slight light dissipated, and the shadow of Amon in the air began to tremble, then froze there, unable to make any expression.

At this time, Leonard, who had already arrived directly above, followed the old man's instructions, stepped on the "Word of the Sea" cane, floated in the air, slightly stretched his arms, and relaxed his spirit.

In his green eyes, a slightly dim "Time Worm" with twelve translucent segments was suddenly reflected.

The two "worms of time" were placed head to tail, forming the same circle vertically.

The ring slowly rotated, casting a huge, ancient, mottled shadow behind Leonard.

This phantom was like the face of a wall clock carved out of stone, divided into twelve grids in total. Each grid was either grayish white or dark blue, interspersed with each other, with clear boundaries and different symbols. Klein only took a glance at it and felt as if his life was speeding away.

when!

It was as if the sound of a bell came through history and spread far away in the hidden world of "emptiness".

Everything Klein saw slowed down, including the shadow of Amon above the head of the "winner" Enuni.

An indescribable invisible torrent emerged, carrying the shadow of Amon and rushing towards the huge illusory stone wall clock.

It was actually the "Worm of Time". Amon's clone, who was wearing a monocle, suddenly reached down and aimed his palm at Gehrman Sparrow.

Suddenly, Klein saw the skin on the back of his hand drying up rapidly, wrinkling a little bit, and developing subtle age spots.

The speed at which Amon's shadow was absorbed slowed down a bit, but it still couldn't interrupt the process. It finally shrunk back into the shape of a small insect, and flew behind Leonard and into the illusory ancient stone wall clock.

when!

Another bell rang, and a mottled pointer appeared on the clock face, which was a mixture of gray, white, blue and black.

The pointer jumped down several notches, making the clock chime even more rapid.

Inside the Böklund Street, multiple bright rays of light flew out, and as if being attracted and absorbed, they merged into the illusory ancient stone wall clock one after another.

The law of aggregation of extraordinary characteristics!

It utilizes the extraordinary characteristic aggregation law of the connection between the clones and their own higher level and stronger gravitational force!

when!

Many streams of light flew over from different places in Backlund City.

When all this calmed down, Klein's mind naturally reflected his current appearance:

His hair is mostly white, with obvious wrinkles on his forehead, eyes and mouth. The skin on his cheeks is slightly sagging, with a few age spots. At first glance, he is an elderly gentleman who may die at any time.

At this moment, the sound of dangdangdang bells rang again.

On the illusory ancient stone wall clock, the mottled gray pointer began to rotate in the reverse direction!

One grid, two grids, three grids. Klein saw his skin quickly regain its luster, and the spots gradually faded and disappeared.

In just a few seconds, he returned to his original appearance, as if no life had ever passed.

The power of an angel is really close to that of a god... I was just affected and almost died of old age... I don't know if I can be resurrected... Klein examined his condition and quickly raised his head and said to Leonard Mitchell in mid-air:

"How can we save those who have been parasitized by Amon?"

At this moment, the illusory ancient clock behind Leonard quickly faded and turned into pieces of light, which penetrated into his body.

Leonard tilted his head slightly, as if listening to something, and said after a while:

"The Beyonder characteristics of the 'Time Worm' in their bodies have all been sucked out. Some of the remaining parts have been sucked out, and some are still left, but it won't cause too much impact. Uh, the old man said it wasn't too big, maybe it's just not too big compared to the angels. Anyway, you can let them pray to the gods they believe in to see if they can do a thorough purification. However, they can't explain clearly what happened, and the gods may not respond. If you are worried about sequelae, you can consider guiding them to pray to, uh, that person, and all the extracted things will belong to you."

Perhaps it was because he had personally "experienced" the battle at the angel level and saw the phantom of the "Snake of Fate", Leonard's excitement and trembling were temporarily difficult to calm down.

The people in this neighborhood are basically all believers of the goddess. How can I let them pray to the "Fool"? I don't want to be dragged into that foggy town again... Well, the goddess knows this very well. If I let them pray to the goddess, there is a high probability that they will get a certain response. Then, I can ask Her Highness Arianna to return the "Time Worm" they spit out to me... Uh, I can give her some... Klein's thoughts raced, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He asked casually:

"After a thorough cleansing, will there be any sequelae?"

Although he had experience with the little "Sun", this young man from Silver City was not an ordinary person.

Leonard listened for a while before saying:

"A little bit. Because it's a deep-level 'parasitism', even if ordinary people 'recover', there will still be some residual effects in some aspects, such as a liking for monocles."

“…Okay, you go back first, and I’ll take care of the rest.” Klein nodded, feeling extremely fortunate that none of the parties involved in this battle had particularly destructive power. Otherwise, let alone Böklund Street, even the North District might not be intact.

…………

In Pritz Harbor, a young man with black hair, black eyes, a thin face and a monocle rode a bicycle, wobbling leisurely back to his doorstep.

With an obvious smile, he opened the mailbox and took out the newspapers and letters inside.

After entering the house, the young man pinched the monocle on his right eye, opened envelopes as he walked, and read the contents as he walked until he found an unsigned letter:

"If we in Backlund have all lost contact, then it means that Pales Zoroast is likely hiding near Boklund Street in the North District.

"Don't ask us why we take risks. Life always needs some excitement, fun and anticipation."

Note 1: For the sake of the smoothness of the plot, a tarot meeting was skipped, and Will's prediction had a certain deviation because Amon could exploit the loopholes of fate.

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