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"Dang!"

Another bell rang, and then Leonard heard no more.

Leonard's figure was no longer hindered, and in this brief gap, he was grabbed and entered the spirit realm with which he was not very familiar.

Everything he saw in front of him suddenly became bright and abstract, and there were seven clear bands of light hanging in the sky, and the gas street lamps beside the road were already geometric points of light that emitted light, but the whole world seemed to be shining on its own, and did not need any illumination.

Crane grabbed him through the heavy doors, trying to shake off the strange thunder that followed him in the spirit realm, erasing his tracks.

Geezer...... It was only at this time that Leonard initially regained his thoughts, and his heart tightened, and he wanted to break free of the hand behind him and return to the real world. But he wasn't too familiar with the spirit world, and he couldn't get out of the shackles.

The gate of No. 7 Pinster Street and the scene just now were still engraved in his mind, Leonard's hands were a little shaky, the back of his neck and arms were involuntarily covered with fine goosebumps, and even faint black hairs grew out of his skin.

Amun's deception, his dead friend, the church that perished at the hands of his own gods...... The superposition of the sights and the sound of Amon echoing in his ears tore Leonard's thoughts, stinged his soul, caused his head to expand and contract in substance, and made a handful of short black hairs grow on his face, causing his ribs and waist to squirm with bulging flesh, as if to form new limbs.

"Old man......"

Leonard's hands scratched in the void a few times, and the flesh between his ribs seemed to turn into extra hands to grasp something.

His mind was uncontrollably reminded of the previous attacks, and the many people who had died in the attacks—even if he couldn't leave the office, Amon had a way of deceiving him, parasitic other extraordinary, to coax him.

"Erno, William, Gerald......"

Just by recalling, Leonard was close to losing control, in great pain, and completely incapable of fighting.

If Audrey had been here, she would have easily judged Leonard's situation - "stress trauma syndrome".

This is a psychological shadow superimposed after a long period of time, many times facing Amon, and many times facing Amon's sacrifice, resulting in a certain degree of collapse of beliefs and concepts of oneself, which requires a lot of comfort and treatment.

But apparently, Klein did not possess the ability to therapeutic.

At this moment, Crane finally stopped, he stopped in a safe place in the spirit world, and Thunder did not chase him for the time being.

He brought Leonard up to him, only to see a dejected face that was growing wolf hair.

Tears were streaming from his turquoise eyes, and Leonard didn't seem to realize how bad he was, animal features constantly emerging from him, reminding Crane of Ince Zangwill, who had lost control and turned into a giant monster.

If it goes on like this, Leonard will get out of control!

Klein's heart sank.

He quickly turned his head, opened a door in the depths of his pupils, and instantly saw the outside world from an extremely long distance. By this time, the River and Sea Church, which had just been renovated this year in Tingen, had completely collapsed and was reduced to rubble.

No one dared to approach there yet, the entire structure of the church was destroyed by the thunder, and of course there was no way that anyone inside would survive.

- If there is anyone who survives, then that person should be a well-deserved "god", right?

But how ironic is it that the gods who survived the attack of their own gods......

Klein could see that between the piles of building ruins, masonry, and shattered stained glass, there was something that looked like charcoal, which could have been the wood used to build the church structure, or it could have been a person there, charred.

The thunderstorm still fills the city of Tingen, and there are no sunny days for at least a month.

These auras made it difficult for Crane to track Amon's tracks, but Crane knew that Amon's main body had successfully escaped and had achieved its intended purpose.

When He recovers, the King of Angels will only need one ritual to ascend to the throne and become the embodiment of all the "wrongs" of this world.

What exactly is the "wrong" rite of godhood?

Klein felt the need to be vigilant.

"The god of thunder is real...... The thunderstorm erased all traces of Amun, but what was He trying to do? ”

“…… I was still glad that I had gotten rid of Amun, and I was satisfied that I had avoided him and not stepped on the trap, but in the end I didn't escape, so that he seized the opportunity and captured Parles......"

"Huh, the one who sent me the invitation to the Source Fort just now must be Amun himself, and he should have been on the Source Fort at that time. If I had chosen to go to Fort Source, He would have come down and kill Leonard and Pales, but I didn't go up, resulting in Him interfering with Fort Source, allowing Leonard to be deceived and open the door...... I guess I've also been tricked into believing that my seal is still strong...... Although I have grown rapidly and completed my transformation in the battle of wits and courage with Amon, I am still too far from him, a top fraudster, and too immature......"

"The reinforcement that Source Fort gives him is too intuitive—is that how my former enemies thought when they faced me?"

"Once Amon becomes Sequence 0 'Error' and is still on the ground, then my situation is going to be bad again......"

"No, we have to figure out the ritual of the 'thief' and find a way to do some damage, so that Amon can't easily ascend to the throne of God......"

"But could this be what Amon wants? He deliberately performed the ritual and waited for me to come to the door with the extraordinary properties of the 'door' pathway? Crane let out a long sigh as his thoughts flickered.

Then, Klein looked at Leonard, opened his mouth, and finally chose to say in a calm and credible voice:

"There's still a chance for Parles to come back."

He doesn't care how Leonard sees himself anymore, and he doesn't care about these empty checks anymore - deceive and deceive, he has deceived so many people, and the most important thing now is to let Leonard calm down quickly, give him a hope, a goal to live.

Sure enough, after he said this, Leonard's eyes lit up a little.

He opened his mouth and was about to say something, when he suddenly saw the expression of this unfamiliar high-sequence powerhouse change suddenly, and he suddenly threw him out of the spirit realm!

The next moment, a huge thundercloud formed above Klein's head, and invisible lightning rained down.

Klein was suddenly terrified and opened the door to escape, but the thunderclouds and lightning still followed closely behind him - he didn't dare to let those lightning stick to him a little more, if he was hit again, he might lose control of the "door" temporarily!

……

In an instant, Amon returned to Fort Source, turned the only bronze high-backed chair in the spacious space into a common home chair in Bakeland, and lay down comfortably and stretched.

The source fort shook slightly, Amon waved his hand, and a "window" appeared on the "wall" of the source fort, or the convex belly window of Beckland, and the spiritual sky outside did not flash a light, it seemed to be lightning and thunder.

"A successful gambling ......"

Amon reclined comfortably in a soft chair, admiring the lightning and thunder outside the window. It would even be better if there was a fireplace with a blanket so that He could close his eyes and take a nap like a human being.

"After getting the Source Fort, my only target is Pales Zoroaster, so I have shifted my focus to Beckland ...... as well."

"With the divination ability of Fort Source, it is not difficult at all to find the church where Pales is located."

"That's nothing more than a wounded angel close to Sequence 1......"

"Well, it's a real annoyance that the outer gods have no obstacles, but if it weren't for the sake of fooling them into thinking that they can rest easy in Leodro's church, how could I have played cat-and-mouse with them for so long?"

If you ignore the "Source Fort" and the thunder and lightning outside the window as a physical symbol of the wrath and spirituality of the gods, Amon is now like an ordinary human resting at home on a thunderstorm, squinting and enjoying the warmth of the fireplace and the cosy atmosphere of his home.

"As I guessed, although Fort Source already belongs to me, Klein Moretti should be connected to them......"

"Although I don't know what method he used, and what kind of new name he rewrote for himself, he was able to bypass me and lock on to another 'fool'...... What kind of honorific name can make Him so different from mine? Hehe, it's really interesting, such an interesting person, if he can become my favorite, he will definitely be able to provide me with more interesting ideas. ”

"He was Klein Moretti...... There is absolutely no way that Bethel will refuse the 'key' I passed down from the Source Fort for the sake of that human, if it is Bethel, He will directly open the door of the Source Fort through my invitation and obtain certain permissions, and I can only temporarily withdraw from the Source Fort and hide some clones on it. But at the same time, I also had plenty of time to deal with the two of them. ”

As he spoke, Amon rolled over in the soft chair, his hand grabbing a crystal from the air with ease.

It was a crystal pillar like a confluence of light and shadow, and many "Time Worms" with twelve links swam rapidly in it, wandering, and everything around seemed to be still. Soon, these "Time Worms" merged together under Amon's gaze, and became even larger insects with twelve links on their bodies, shining with spiritual brilliance.

This "Worm of Time" seems to be the same as Amon's clone form, but its actual strength is much weaker. Not only did the spiritual brilliance on his body begin to crumble, but it also revealed a debilitating aura that seemed to be dying at any time.

Amon smiled and groaned as he carried the worm:

"Ah yes, Pales, I forgot to tell you that for a long time in the late Quaternary period, I pretended to be the ancestor of the House of Jacob."

"I had secretly devoured Him a long time ago, and then watched His descendants panic and find a way to attach another 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 useful, I had a doppelganger that had been sleeping there for over a thousand years, patiently waiting for someone to open the treasure, and the other doppelgangers, I didn't sync this information to them, so that maybe at some point inadvertently complete the misleading ......"

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

After obtaining the Source Fort, the strengthening of divination meant that Amon no longer had to search for Parles Zoroaster everywhere. But this trap was set by him before he got the Source Fort, and Amon was quite satisfied with the success of the trap.

"To truly determine your whereabouts, I watched the group break traps, take items, watch your doppelganger steal traits and seals from them, watch him devour and digest them carefully, and now, patience has finally paid off......"

"Well, why don't you speak, are you not convinced, or are you mocking me? Indeed, that guy has become the true god of the 'door' path, Bethel must be dead, and I am now missing the opportunity to perform the rite of initiation...... But it doesn't matter,"

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

"My gamble was successful, I perfectly grasped the mood of each of you, and snatched you from the hands of the two gods."

"And the only thing I'm not doing well enough is ......"

Amon looked at the sky.

The gray mist that made up the source fort suddenly surged violently, and the vibration of the entire space became completely impossible to ignore, as if a big hand in the sky was stirring up the gray fog and the thick thunderclouds that had appeared at some point, and dozens of balls of lightning the size of houses dragged the silver-white streamer and smashed it on Amun, who was still lying in the soft chair.

The thunder passed through the gray mist, and Amon's figure suddenly collapsed inch by inch in the thunder.

Bang!

Small cracks suddenly appeared in Amuna's crystal-ground monocle, and the peaked soft hat on his head collapsed.

However, the "Angel of Time" sheltered by the source fort did not panic. The power of the true god of the dual path could shatter his bones and separate the walls with a single thunderbolt, but the power that passed through the source castle could only make him almost die on the spot. Thus, even after his hair and clothes were far ahead of his time, Amon continued to smile after his face twitched uncontrollably. Immediately after, he took the crystal pillar of light and shadow that converged, and it completely collapsed like a phantom, disappearing in the thunderstorm that filled the vast space of the Source Fortress.

With the help of the authority of the Source Fort, Amon hid in the mists of history.

He felt that he didn't need to do anything, and that he couldn't do anything, and that the best course of action was to wait for Leodro to give up attacking the Source Fortress - the other party couldn't have really damaged the Source Matter anyway.

The dark mist around him gradually became thicker, and Amon absorbed the crystal and the time worm in it, fusing it unhurriedly as he walked towards the depths of history.

He had a purpose, and that was to go to the Third Age, to the ancient sun god, and tell him—

"I've got Fort Source, and I'm going to be 'wrong' soon."

Even if he couldn't get praise and could only say this sentence to the historical image, Amon felt inexplicably excited, as if his steps were faster.

At this moment, Amon suddenly felt a strangeness, and the thunder outside seemed to suddenly stop and became very quiet.

…… Leodro gave up so quickly?

He was keenly aware of the anomaly and turned around with some vigilance.

Countless transparent pages floated and fluttered in the Source Castle, and the brass-colored eyes seemed to land with the thunder just now, temporarily projecting power and spirituality into the interior of the Source Castle.

His eyes looked around, observing, and analyzing the superficial symbols and authority of the Source Castle, and after a while, the pages in the air converged and gradually turned into a human form.

- Transformed into an Amon made of paper.

There is no monocle on the face of "Paper Amon", it is composed of countless sheets of paper filled with the authority and information of "Source Castle", as well as Amon's authority and information, a paper folded into a face, and the title of the paper is just in the place of the mouth.

There is a holy emblem engraved on the chest of "Paper Amon", the holy emblem of the god of thunder, and the power of the other party is recorded in this holy emblem, and small lightning bolts surround the chest of "Paper Amon", as if it is about to explode at any time.

It was facing Amon, and its body gradually became three-dimensional, like layers of newspapers wrapped around the body of a puppet model.

When it was fully formed, the real Amun didn't even think about it, and immediately rushed towards the depths of the fog of history.

Behind him, Amun reached out and pinched his empty right eye, then staggered two steps, as if familiar with the repulsion and pressure of the source fort, and then it walked, it ran, and it chased after each other with the same running motion as Amon. The history of the Fifth Age converged towards the position of "Paper Amon", and was scattered by the real Amon.

He had to go to the Third Age!

Whether it is the fourth or the fifth - Leodro is far stronger than Him!

Amon (the main body) is running wild in the fog of history, he feels that he has never run so fast, but he is still getting closer and closer to the "paper Amon" behind him, which carries part of Leodro's authority and power.

At this moment, they have only just run into the history of fifty years ago.

Listening to the sound of electricity getting closer and closer behind him, a drop of illusory sweat slowly flowed down Amon's head.

TBC

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The spirit of the Demon of Knowledge was touched, and he looked in the direction of the summoning ritual, and unsurprisingly saw the anomaly of the Source Castle.

Judging from the current situation, Klein has temporarily kept the high ground, but he and Amon are being targeted by the God of Thunder at the same time, and it seems that the other party is furious, ready to restore Crane, who doesn't know what to do, and Amon, who has long had a grudge with him, into extraordinary characteristics.

The Demon of Knowledge looked at Bethel again.

The other party is playing with Klein's historical projection, although he can't catch the characters in this seal isolated from the outside world, but he can constantly grab some "computers", "mobile phones", "game consoles" and the like, which makes the duke of the fourth age have a lot of fun.

Seeing that Klein was being chased by the power of the God of Thunder from the spirit realm to the material realm, the demon of knowledge did not feel impatient.

He thought for a moment, and passed the words back through the summoning circle:

"Let's go according to the plan."

"Fursack, Fenepot, and Rune, any country and city in the North Continent, pick a hands-on one you like and create opportunities for Klein."

"As for the Children of Chaos...... If you negotiate terms with Him, it is not that you can't let Him out. ”