Part 6 The Light-Exporter Chapter 55 The Thousand-Year-Long Trap
Amon!
”Blasphemer” Amon!
Leonard was not unfamiliar with the person in front of him, not only had he met the other party’s doppelganger directly, but he had also heard about the various deeds and bad character of K from the old man Palles Zoroaster from the Tarot Society.
At this moment, Leonard’s thoughts were nearly completely frozen, his brain was blank, and only a handful of thoughts could turn.
Just at this moment, Amon’s lips opened and closed, spitting out a mumble that belonged entirely to the level of divinity.
Within Leonard’s mind, voice after voice instantly echoed, as if from uncountable Amuns:
”Surprise? Surprise?”
”After realizing that I couldn’t get the ‘Source Fortress’ in a short period of time, I shifted my focus to Beckland ……”
”How could I have played such a simple game of cat and mouse with him if I hadn’t been trying to hoodwink you all?”
”I suppose you guys are connected ……”
”He must have told you guys that I’m still tracking him, still sabotaging his operations, still setting traps at his destinations ……”
”That was nothing more than a near sequence 1 diversion ……”
”Ah yes, Palles, I forgot to tell you that for a long time in the late Quaternary, I was the pretender to the originator of the House of Jacob, and that I had long ago swallowed K in secret, and then watched as K’s descendants panicked in horror, and figured out how to attach another secret treasure in the same place where Tudor became the ‘Blood Emperor’ ……”
”I didn’t tackle these guys because I had a hunch that the treasure would be useful, and I had an alter-ego that had been sleeping there for over a thousand years, patiently waiting for someone to open the treasure, while the other alter-egos, I didn’t synchronize this information with the K’s so that I might be able to complete the misdirection inadvertently at some point… …”
”Well, this synchronization is my ‘invention’, Palles, you’re behind the times ……”
”In order to truly ascertain your whereabouts, I watched the guys destroy the traps and take the items, I watched your doppelganger steal the traits and seals from them, I watched k carefully devour and digest them, and now, patience has finally paid off ……”
”I bet you’re now wondering how to stall for Godfall ……”
This one voice layered on top of each other, tearing Leonard’s thoughts and piercing his soul, causing his head to materially expand and contract, causing a handful of short black hairs to grow on his face, and causing his ribs and waist to wriggle and bulge with blood and flesh, as if they were about to form new limbs.
With just a few ravings, Leonard was close to being out of control, in agonizing pain, and completely defenseless against it.
This was the son of the Creator, this was the King of Angels.
And at the same time, 7 Pinter Street changed, a dark stone pillar somehow loomed up, holding up a lofty and magnificent church.
Every pillar of this church every arch coupon every dome was inlaid with the white bones of different races, which were densely packed together in an extremely chaotic manner, gazing at the slightly small Leonard in the center of the hall with empty eyes, as if they were passing judgment.
Amon stood in front of the hundreds of meters high cross deep in the church, smiling as he looked at Leonard, who had bent his back with a twisted expression, and said:
”This necropolis church is not bad, right?
”I just stole it not long ago.
”This way, for the K’s to realize that there is an abnormality here, and for God’s Descent to come over, there will be a delay of at least thirty seconds, which is more than enough.”
As he spoke, Amon raised his hand and squeezed the crystal ground monocle, his face filled with a smile.
Leonard’s ears suddenly rang the sound of “dang”, it was illusory and ethereal, as if it came from an infinite distance.
This caused the ravings that were tearing and polluting Leonard’s spiritual body to come to an abrupt end, causing everything around him to become quiet.
In Leonard’s eyes, a ray of light burst out from his body, condensing in front of him into a figure that was clear and pure, like an angel, but without wings.
This figure was also a hundred meters tall, and its body surface was constantly flickering and jumping with a faint aura that seemed to indicate the passage of time.
Leonard’s body was then pushed by an invisible force and flew backwards towards the door of the Corpse Bone Church.
On that door, a transparent and distorted face protruded out, sealing the inside and outside, isolating the spirit world and the astral world.
”Dang!”
Another bell rang, and that transparent face full of pain solidified in a hugh manner.
Leonard’s figure was no longer blocked, and in this short gap, he passed through the door of the “Church of Bones” without any sense of substance.
What he saw before his eyes returned to normal, there was still a little brightness in the sky, and the gas street lamps along the road were already radiating their light, illuminating the darkness of No. 7, Pinsent Mews.
And from the outside, that building inside silence, peace, darkness, no one exists.
The old man …… Until then, Leonard only initially found his thoughts, and with a tightening of his heart, he was about to stride forward and reenter the house.
However, the door of No. 7 Pinter Street stood there so heavily that he briefly could not open it.
With this impediment, Leonard at last regained some sense, and, as he anxiously retreated, thought rapidly of what he could do to save the old man.
After a few steps, he paused, lowered his head with a serious expression, and chanted rapidly in the Giant’s language:
”Fools who do not belong to this age ……”
Leonard was already understanding that the one inside was Amon’s original body, and the only way to deal with Amon’s original body was to pray to the gods to provide help!
……
Carrying a horse lamp and walking in the darkness, Klein entered the historical mist at the first opportunity and took four steps against the grain to come above the gray mist.
After listening clearly to the content of Leonard’s prayer, originally only with some doubts and still a little careless Klein instantly sobered up, as if just waking up from sleep in winter, climbed out of the quilt, and was splashed with a pot of ice water.
”Amon’s essence went to Berkland …… Amon’s essence found Leonard and Palles …… Amon stole brother k’s necropolis church and used it to delay the divine descent… …Turns out k had no intention of actually splitting the difference when he proposed the game of who would find Kotal, the ebon demon wolf, first, and didn’t care what the stakes were, the goal was just to draw attention to the fact that I was convinced that k was still tracking me, and still trying to find a way to take the ‘Source Castle’… …The trap that is Jacob’s Treasure, which Amon has buried for a thousand or two thousand years, has finally come in handy …… “Thought after thought flashed within Klein’s mind, and with that, he raised his right hand and beckoned an item from the miscellaneous pile.
”0-61″, “Box of Old Days”!
This was both a level 0 seal and an “Apprentice” way to better mobilize the power of the “Source Castle” and play more tricks!
When facing Amon’s body, this might bring a little hope to Palex.
Meanwhile, Klein confirmed that Leonard was not being parasitized by Amon through the Prayer Point of Light, and immediately commanded in the tone of Mr. “Fool”:
”Leave the scene and go to Blackout’s church.
”Pray to Blackout by the way.”
Below the gods, the battle at the top of the sequence, is by no means Leonard this level of extraordinary people can be involved, even if Klein preliminary mastery of the “source of the fortress”, holding the “0-61”, but also not much confidence, just hope to delay until the gods come down.
Outside No. 7 Pinkster Street, Leonard’s ears echoed with Mr. Fool’s words.
He looked up at the closed door for a moment, then drew his eyes back, turned sharply, and struck a tooth in his mouth with the knuckle at the base of his right fist.
A stream of illusory dirt came forth with it, spewing up to the top of Leonard’s head and encompassing him from top to bottom.
Suddenly, Leonard seemed to have turned into a clay figure, sinking downward and merging with the earth.
This was a rare natural spirit that he had exchanged from the “Hermits of Destiny”, which did not contain any extraordinary characteristics and its abilities mainly originated from the spirit world.
It allowed Leonard to travel through the earth at a speed far faster than a steam subway.
Leonard out of the battlefield in the process, Klein has already picked up the “box of the old days” inlaid with gemstones, prying the power of the “source of the fortress”, and will be directed to the overlap with the No. 7, Pinter Street, the black background of the huge church inlaid with white bones.
The church was cut off from “true vision” so he couldn’t see what was going on inside, and he could only tell by the light and shadow on the stained glass that the battle wasn’t over yet.
”Using the power of the first level of ‘0-61’ to swap the church of bones with the interior space? No, isn’t that the same as letting Amon enter the ‘Source Castle’? The first layer of the ‘Box of Old Days’ alone can’t hold k……
”Open the second layer and relocate the entirety of 7 Pinkster Street somewhere else? No, that won’t work either, out of Berkland, there won’t be a timely divine descent, and Palles Zoroaster will be even more dangerous ……
”The third level? Open it and the ‘Source Castle’ might change owners on the spot ……
”……”
In an electric flash of thoughts, Klein already had an idea, which was to narrow down the target area and break the surface with a point!
He wanted to swap the gate of the Church of Bones with the first level of the Box of the Old Days driven by the Fortress of Sources, so that the seal separating the Spirit Realm and the Astral Realm would directly fail.
That way, the gods would notice, and the divine descent would be advanced!
At the top of the long mottled table, Klein sat on a high-backed chair and opened the first layer of the Box of the Old Days by aiming at the crimson star that represented Leonard.
The power inside the “Source Castle” suddenly calmed down, returned to secrecy, and penetrated the crimson star without a sound.
In the real world, at No. 7 Pinter Street, the door of the Church of the Bones, which overlapped with an ordinary building, lost its luster, and immediately turned into a shallow pool of gravel and pebbles.
The inside and outside were suddenly connected, and the situation inside was clearly reflected in Klein’s eyes.
In front of the 100-meter-high cross, Amon, who was wearing a classical black robe, a peaked fedora and a monocle, slowly turned his body sideways to the “open” door.
In his hand, he held a crystal pillar made of light and shadow, in which twelve links of the “Worm of Time” swam and wandered, and everything around him seemed to have come to a standstill.
Amon raised his head and looked up into the sky, the corner of his mouth slightly upturned.