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Bang! Bang!
Two gunshots rang out in succession, and bullets instantly shot out of the gun barrels, striking Leyton.
The police officer looked at this scene with a somewhat collapsed expression; he just wanted to warn the other party and had no intention of shooting, but his emotions were too tense just now, causing him to instinctively pull the trigger.
Feeling the movement behind him, Leyton didn't hesitate, continuing to bend down to pick up the milky white Die of Probability under the gas lamp pole.
Behind him, an invisible giant hand instantly appeared, directly intercepting the two bullets, one after the other, in mid-air.
Bang!
The second bullet struck the first bullet, and with a strange coincidence, the first bullet broke through the invisible giant hand's obstruction, grazed past Leyton's right index finger, and hit the milky white Die of Probability on the ground, sending it flying into the distance.
Leyton stood up helplessly; he felt that this Die of Probability was doing its best to prevent him from getting it.
"You shouldn't want to fall into the Church of the Lord of Storms's hands, right?"
Leyton lowered his head and muttered to himself.
"What a coincidence! We meet again."
"Eh? You separated the Reader Pathway's Beyonder characteristic from your body. Have you finally seen the true face of that betraying dragon?"
"Want to consider becoming my Blessed?"
A somewhat teasing voice came from behind, seemingly greeting Leyton in a familiar manner.
Leyton's movements stiffened for a moment. He didn't even need to turn his head. The moment he heard this voice, he had already outlined a figure with a monocle over his right eye in his mind.
"Heh, I didn't expect you to be so familiar with me. Do you want to consider my suggestion just now?"
Amon's voice rang out teasingly behind Leyton. Evidently, he had just achieved the effect of "mind-reading" by stealing thoughts and ideas.
Leyton turned his body with a complex expression. During this process, pure deep blue to nearly purple light swirled in his eyes, giving him an exceptionally sacred and wise feeling, yet appearing quite cold and devoid of warmth.
He tilted his head slightly and said without much emotional fluctuation:
"To prevent me from getting it, this Die of Probability really went all out, even dragging you over."
As he spoke, he summoned an invisible hand to pick up the Die of Probability that had rolled to the side.
The moment the invisible hand touched the Die of Probability, a silver-white lightning serpent suddenly struck down from the sky again.
"I detected an abnormality in the fate of this area. I didn't expect it to be caused by this little thing."
"How interesting! What do you say, should I hand you over to that dull great serpent?"
The police officer holding the gun and guarding Leyton tilted his head, then rotated the pistol in his hand. Like magic, the pistol turned into a milky white Die of Probability in his hand.
As his words fell, the milky white Die of Probability suddenly dropped from his hand. After shaking a few times on the ground, it stopped steadily, with six dots facing up!
"Heh, how interesting!"
Amon's voice came from the police officer's mouth. He reached his left hand into his pocket and pulled out a monocle carved from crystal, placing it over his right eye.
The next moment, his image distorted in Leyton's eyes, like an old television with sudden bad signal.
When it recovered, the original police officer's image had transformed into a classical Warlock wearing a black robe, with a broad forehead, a thin face, and a tall black top hat.
He reached out and pinched the distinctive monocle over his right eye, revealing a very friendly smile and saying:
"It seems my luck is much better than yours."
As Amon's words fell, Leyton felt the other party's aura suddenly expand greatly, directly raising his own aura to the demigod level.
Leyton expressionlessly glanced at the milky white Die of Probability lying quietly on the ground. He felt this Die of Probability was asking for a beating.
Did this Die of Probability attract a group of his Worm of Avatars? Or did it just happen to let a nearby clone find a Marauder Pathway item?
"I recently found an avatar in Bayam's Forsaken Squad. He also likes to wear a monocle, and we have a great affinity!"
Amon's voice answered Leyton's doubts unhurriedly, even though he hadn't asked aloud at all.
"So, your avatar just happened to get a Sealed Artifact controlled by the Church of the Lord of Storms?"
As he spoke, Leyton's gaze fell upon Darkwill, who lay horizontally between them. He gently poked his finger, creating specks of starlight that merged into Darkwill's body.
"Cough! Cough!"
Darkwill, who had been lying on the ground unconscious, suddenly coughed violently, coughing up saliva that covered half his face, as if his lungs were about to be coughed out.
A moment later, a semi-transparent Worm of Time, the length of a thumb and with 12 completely transparent segments, was coughed out by him, falling to the ground along his almost imperceptible jawline.
As this Worm of Time was coughed out, Darkwill became quiet again, as if entering a wonderful peaceful sleep, with a trickle of saliva still flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Looking at Darkwill, who had gone from unconscious to sleeping, Leyton slightly raised his right hand in exasperation and pushed forward.
As he moved, brilliant stars emerged, scattering specks of starlight that intertwined to form a whole.
These starlights rapidly surged forward, carrying Darkwill's unconscious body away from this street.
Leyton withdrew his gaze, looked at Amon, who stood opposite him, and chuckled:
"There's no need to parasitize these irrelevant people, is there? Anyway, if we fight, won't you still have to retrieve these Worm of Time?"
"If that is your request, of course. I am generally very merciful to those I value."
Amon responded with a noncommittal smile.
Are you sure the person you value isn't your avatar reserve? We've been chatting calmly for so long, how many thoughts have you stolen from me? Without the Prophet's Beyonder characteristic, it's really inconvenient at times like this.
As his thoughts churned, he heard Amon's voice clearly in his ear:
"Not many, just twelve different coping strategies you listed in your mind."
"But I don't think that's all. After all, you are still very calm, both in your demeanor and internally."
Leyton suddenly felt a startled, bristling sensation. Without him even noticing, Amon had already walked to his side and was speaking close to his ear… Or he had already noticed, but the corresponding reaction had been stolen.
His thoughts rigid for a moment, Leyton turned his head and met Amon's gaze, speaking leisurely:
"There's an Angel from the Church of the Lord of Storms currently stationed in Bayam, and he's carrying a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact."
"So?"
"You want me to steal that Grade 0 Sealed Artifact from the Folk of Rage's Angel?"
Amon took a step back, looking uninterested as he spoke.
Leyton curved his lips slightly and shook his head:
"Of course not, this is just a demigod-level clone of yours."
"How about we steal the Cathedral of Waves?"
Amon's eyes flickered slightly, revealing a hint of danger. Though it was only a demigod-level clone, it gave Leyton the pressure of facing an Angel directly.
Leyton suddenly froze for a moment, a bad feeling rising in his heart.
The next moment, he saw Amon shake the monocle he was wearing, a faint smile on his lips as he said:
"...Ankewelt? Has that short-necked, short-legged fat lizard resurrected?"
Amon's description subconsciously brought Ankewelt's dragon form to Leyton's mind, and he inexplicably felt that the description was quite accurate.
Led by his words, Leyton quickly reacted and erased the thoughts from his mind.
Amon didn't care about Leyton's reaction. As if seeing something interesting, he slightly curved his lips and said:
"It really is like that… Interesting, do any of the remaining Ancient Dragon have his lingering avatars?… Is it Alzuhod? Or Ariehogg?"
"It seems to be Ariehogg, that talkative old lizard."
Amon's words seemed to carry a certain magic, always managing to perfectly stir Leyton's emotions, thereby allowing him to confirm his own guesses.
This isn't right. In a nearly Sage-like state, I shouldn't be so easily provoked into so many emotions… Connecting the dots, Leyton patted his left hand twice on his waist, not touching the transparent amber pendant.
"Are you looking for this?"
Amon chuckled, pulling out a transparent amber containing a mass of black mist from an inner pocket of his classical robe right in front of Leyton.
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