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The Amons, wearing pointed soft hats, stopped their arguments simultaneously, all looking up at the lightning streaking across the sky, and at the profound Darkness that even the lightning failed to illuminate.
Although the transparent figure wrapped around Cavendish's Spirit Body still coiled tightly like a python, it almost simultaneously leaned back with the Amons outside, looking upwards, a crystal monocle flashing with a faint light.
Without any warning, as if the previous conversation was just a facade, all the Amons transformed into light and surged into the monocle.
The lens, as if concentrating endless brilliance, slowly but resolutely used Cavendish's connection with the Nation of Disorder, attempting to penetrate reality and break through some barrier.
Watching the prayer light points display a somewhat terrifying scene and feeling the ripples in the Nation of Disorder, Aaron's face, on the contrary, lost its urgency; not only did he not stop it, but he allowed the lens to reach the illusory barrier formed by the dark-gold mist.
The brilliant lens, which had been unstoppable, voluntarily stopped before the barrier of dark-gold mist. Amidst the twisting light and shadow, Amon, wearing a pointed soft hat, reappeared.
He pushed his monocle, looked at the dark-gold world, and a slight smile played on the corner of his mouth, as if looking through the barrier at the "Lord of Order" at the center of the world:
"As expected, how interesting…"
Looking at Amon, who stopped outside the Sefirah, Aaron's expression remained unchanged; he had a clear understanding of this Blasphemer's nature.
Seemingly a mad prankster, but in reality, extremely cowardly, never doing anything risky. The ones truly willing to take risks must be his avatars.
In the end, Klein dared to risk the Celestial Worthy's revival to forcibly control Sefirah Castle, but at the last moment, Amon didn't dare to do so; even in the decisive battle with Klein, it was a clone carrying the Uniqueness that went.
How could Amon, who would absolutely not allow the Celestial Worthy to initially awaken within his body, allow other Sefirah to contaminate himself?
The dark patterns receded. Upon sensing Amon's aura, the bone cross that bound the gray-white stone dragon rippled with a faint light. Under the restraint of the dark-gold mist, it transformed into a priest wearing a simple robe with a cross hanging on his chest.
The Marauder's advancement ritual involved replacing someone else's position in their apotheosis ritual. In the Fourth Epoch, entities that met the requirements included Mr. Door, the Chained God, and even the Hot Pot Trio could barely be counted.
However, after Mr. Door was jointly exiled by the Evernight Goddess and the Lord of Storms, and the Chained God in the Southern Continent fell into predicament and had her Beyonder characteristic rank drop due to persecution by the Mother Tree of Desire, besides the fleeting Roselle, it seemed that only Adam, who had been secretly influencing the world's trends, could meet Amon's requirements.
The fact that Pallez Zoroast could remain safe until now under Amon's encirclement might also be due to Adam's subtle influence. After all, if Amon truly obtained the last Worm of Time Beyonder characteristic, given his malicious personality, setting Adam up was very possible.
Suppressing the surging thoughts in his mind, Aaron secretly activated the power of the Nation of Disorder as he watched Amon and Adam suddenly look at each other. Even though an agreement had been reached with Adam, necessary caution was still essential.
After about ten seconds, Amon adjusted the crystal monocle, his lips slightly pursed, and he voluntarily dispersed this clone, leaving only a slightly mocking murmur:
"I didn't expect you to still have contact with that fanatic."
Seemingly sensing Amon's departure, the simply robed priest slightly tilted his head, revealing pure, childlike eyes, just as he did in the Corpse Church in Tingen, and gently said:
"December 1st night, Twilight Secret Order."
As his voice fell, this consciousness, a figment of his imagination, transformed back into the bone cross, without any divine peculiarity, allowing the obscure patterns to pull it back into the Darkness Mark.
Two more months… Aaron raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised but still noting the time, then looked at the prayer light points that had returned to normal.
At some unknown point, the Amons who had merged into the lens reappeared. They each adjusted their crystal monocles to varying degrees and chuckled:
"I know you are looking for that Demonic Wolf, trying to get a Miracle Invoker Beyonder characteristic from him, and I am also very interested in that."
Saying that, he pointed to the expressionless Cavendish, whose Spirit Body was isolated, and added:
"How about this, let this 'Ancient Sorcerer' cooperate with me. I deciphered the honorific name that the Demonic Wolf is currently using a long time ago."
"Unfortunately, he is very wary and will not actively respond to unfamiliar prayers, otherwise I could use that to determine his location and actively create an 'Error' to appear directly beside him."
"However, not responding doesn't mean not paying attention. An 'Scholar of Yore' who is also of the Seer Pathway and not Parasitized is a very good bait."
"As long as you let me lock onto the Demonic Wolf, you don't need to do anything else. I can exchange a Miracle Invoker Beyonder characteristic plus an Attendant of Mysteries Beyonder characteristic for Pallez's Worm of Time Beyonder characteristic."
The greatest possibility is that both the bait and the prey will be eaten by you… Aaron had no intention of listening to what conditions Amon would offer. The more you listen to a top-tier deceiver, the more you lose, but he still conveyed his own thoughts:
"The key in the Giant King's Court that can open the door where Dark Angel Sasrir is sleeping is in my hands. Heh, the first Blasphemy Slate also seems to be with Sasrir, and the True Creator is also craving this item that can mobilize the power of Chaos Sea."
A very interesting provocation… Clicking his tongue, Amon shook his head with a smile, showing no sign of anger:
"Tsk, then as you say. Hmph, I'm really looking forward to that Worm of Time characteristic. I hope you don't make me wait too long."
As his voice fell, a ray of light surged from Cavendish, merging with the other Amons scattered throughout the ruined city.
Cavendish, whose senses were isolated, awoke as if from a dream. Having escaped the Parasite state and regained control of his body, he unhesitatingly thrust his hands forward, conjuring two angel projections, and vigilantly looked at Amon, who stood on the Demonic Wolf statue, polishing his monocle.
Although he had been Parasitized and trapped, the terrifying Blasphemer's conversation with the "Lord of Order" was transmitted through his Spirit Body, so he already generally understood that he wouldn't have to worry about Amon's threat for a while.
However, the feeling of his life being toyed with in someone else's hands still prevented Cavendish from truly relaxing.
Without saying much, under the protection of the two angel projections, Cavendish surveyed the eerie city where all the Spirit Body threads had vanished. Although it was a question, he already had the answer in his heart:
"Did the Demonic Wolf discover your existence and hastily migrate?"
Looking at the two projections, Amon's lips curled slightly. Even if he wasn't his true body, having gathered a large number of avatars, he was no ordinary angel.
Moreover, these projections had fatal flaws. With absolute suppression in Beyonder characteristic rank, one only needed to steal the time of the projection's existence itself to directly cripple half of the Scholar of Yore's abilities.
Amon, somewhat eager to try, paused slightly, turned his head to look not far away, chuckled, and then said with a smile:
"It's not just me; he also detected the Hanged Man's gaze. He has been hiding in the Forsaken Land of the Gods for thousands of years and is very sensitive to these things."
"Heh, he's truly devoted to the Hanged Man. He just got beaten up by that fanatic, and now he dares to come out. If the Hanged Man wasn't in the Forsaken Land of the Gods, I would definitely teach him another lesson today."
Secretly praying to the "Lord of Order" to confirm that all traces of the Parasite were gone and no hidden dangers remained, Cavendish's expression changed slightly upon hearing "Hanged Man." He felt a sense of dismay, as if he had just escaped a wolf's den only to enter a tiger's lair, and immediately leaped into the historical fog.
No longer obstructing the Scholar of Yore, Amon raised his monocle. Ripples of light and shadow intertwined, emanating from the lens and sweeping across the ruined city, disturbing the corresponding River of Fate.
The turbulent silver river immediately appeared, and one ray of light after another formed illusory, layered, pure wings, spreading outwards and bringing long-lost light to this land.
Ouroboros, the "Angel of Fate," with soft features, beautiful face, and gentle yet slightly indifferent eyes, stood at the end of the River of Fate. Looking at Amon with a mocking smile, he extended his right hand.
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In the northern Winter County of the Loen Kingdom.
A pointed Gothic black church stood on a snow-covered mountain, occupying a vast area.
In front of it was a cliff, and all around it was a expanse of white, utterly silent.
This was the headquarters of the Church of the Evernight Goddess, the Church of the Evernight Goddess, commonly known as the Cathedral.
Leonard, with dark hair and blue eyes, put on a black trench coat and red gloves, walking back to his room with a somewhat frozen expression.
The Church of the Evernight Goddess under the night sky was exceptionally beautiful, complementing the Crimson Moon hanging high in the sky, coldly illuminating the land.
Having been at the Cathedral for half a month, he had already advanced to Sequence 7 Nightmare and stabilized. Although he hadn't yet had the opportunity to participate in actions due to internal Red Gloves training.
But under Pallez's guidance, he had initially mastered the Nightmare's abilities and truly understood why Dunn always liked to indulge in dreams.
Recalling the knowledge the Archbishop had personally taught him today, Leonard took a deep breath, lowered his voice, and almost gritted his teeth as he said:
"So you are a Parasite!"
"You, what exactly do you want to do?"
Listening to the voice, which suppressed obvious anger and fear, Pallez chuckled playfully:
"Heh, I am your fortuitous encounter, haven't you always thought so? Believing yourself unique, one of the protagonists of this great era."
Even with such a terrible mood, Leonard couldn't help but twitch his face, silently expressing his dissatisfaction.
"No need for such an expression. I told you before that I suffered severe trauma and must have a host to recover slowly."
"And I also have to hide from a terrifying enemy. Heh, Nighthawks, the Church of the Evernight Goddess, are good choices."
"If it weren't for me, last time in Tingen, do you think you could have survived unharmed?"
Leonard clenched his fists fiercely, then after a moment, he spoke in a low voice:
"The price, what is the price?"
"Help you deal with that enemy?"
As if hearing a huge joke, Pallez's aged laughter echoed in his mind:
"Even if you become an Archbishop, in the eyes of some existences, you are nothing more than a slightly stronger ant. No need to rack your brains trying to probe me."
"After the Parasite ends, at most I'll take a few years of your life. Anyway, you're still young, and you can make it back by advancing one Sequence. Heh heh, most Beyonders don't live to the end of their natural lifespan anyway."
Leonard, whose thoughts had been exposed, felt a bit awkward. He immediately shed the gloom from his face, lay on the bed, and asked sheepishly:
"Old man, why do you have to take a few years of my life? Is this the price of 'Parasite'?"
Humming, Pallez still explained:
"No, that's just my professional ethics. After all, I've already 'Parasitized,' I have to steal something, right…?"
Never expecting such an answer, Leonard immediately fell silent.
As night deepened, by the side of the sleeping Leonard, the illusory Pallez emerged. Illusory symbols appeared in his eyes, and whispers echoed:
"My fate has shifted…"
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The lightning gradually subsided, and Darkness became the master of the land.
The City of Silver's exploration team, after a journey that was neither short nor long and sporadic battles, finally reached their destination.
With the limited light from the beast-hide lanterns, Derrick saw the almost completely collapsed city walls and the dilapidated streets without a single weed.
On both sides of the streets, most of the houses had collapsed, with only a few barely standing, but their surfaces were all mottled and covered in the dust of time.
The coatings, predominantly white and blue, and the pointed architectural structures, different from those of the City of Silver, had also turned dim, making it hard to imagine their original appearance.
Demon Hunter Colin looked around, his expression somewhat solemn, as if he saw the future of the City of Silver.
Shepherd Lovia, following behind, her light gray eyes revealing a hint of complexity, her voice then echoed, ethereal and faint:
"That temple is in the very center of the city…"
The exploration team spread out slightly but maintained sufficient order, not relaxing their vigilance on the surroundings.
Walking at the end of the team, providing illumination with his Light Supplicant abilities, Derrick glanced at Lovia and the chief at the very front, silently reciting the honorific name of Mr. Fool.
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Amidst the flickering candlelight, the liquid in the transparent glass bottle constantly churned, as if fireworks were always blooming inside, with colors like red, orange, yellow, and green continuously spreading outwards. And this was the Magician potion!
Several days had passed since the hunt for Lanevus. Besides seeing a news report about "A fire at a dock company in the port area" in a corner of the newspaper, Klein had no other related information.
Neither the Aurora Order, whose conspiracy was exposed, nor MI9, whom he used to kill with borrowed knife, seemed to have tacitly ignored the matter. However, it was this eerie calm that made Klein feel uneasy, always sensing that something he didn't know was secretly underway.
Even divination with the gray fog yielded no effective revelation. Fortunately, Klein had obtained the materials from the Hanged Man and Mr. Emperor, and having thoroughly digested the Clown potion, he directly began his advancement.
"Hornacis… Flegrea…" As the whispers echoed, Klein reopened his eyes. At this moment, he had already advanced to Magician.
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