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Chapter 316 Amon's Gift
Chapter 316 Amon's Gift
"The healing potion from the Harvest Church may not cure you immediately, but it should alleviate your symptoms."
With that, Sirion tossed the test tube in his hand over.
"Thanks."
Klein didn't stand on ceremony and took the test tube, immediately pouring the liquid inside into his mouth.
The cool sensation slid down his esophagus into his stomach, and he felt his breathing become much easier.
"An extraordinary potion?"
"Hmm." Xireen nodded slightly, his gaze fixed intently ahead.
Mr. A, whose body was mutilated and whose eyes were filled with madness, chased after them.
call out!call out!
Several thin, sharp wind blades instantly formed and shot towards the two of them.
Cyril had one hand on Klein's shoulder, and the other hand held a crystal so transparent it was almost ethereal. His eyes reflected a dazzling starry sky.
The next second, he and Klein disappeared from the spot at the same time.
Immediately afterwards, several wind blades swept across, leaving narrow and deep marks on the ground.
Mr. A coughed a few times with a pained expression, and a phantom, constantly turning, dark blue book appeared in front of him.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
As the incantation appeared, his figure vanished from the spot.
On the banks of the Tasok River, the figures of Sirion and Klein appeared out of thin air.
Call ~
With a long exhale, Sirion raised his hand to rub his brow, then took out a crimson potion from his pocket that could quickly restore spiritual energy and drank it.
Feeling the depleted spiritual energy within him ease, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Klein: "Teleporting people is really tiring, especially since it's an ability that relies on extraordinary traits."
"My spirituality is failing me. This is the third bottle of medicine I've drunk today, and it's not very effective."
"Why don't you go and ask the Spirit Realm's Pure Light to send us on our way?"
"Me?" Klein pointed to himself, with a look that said, "Are you kidding me?"
Just as he was about to sigh, his spirit was suddenly stirred, and he saw Mr. A's figure quickly sketch out in front of them.
The illusory book in front of Mr. A disappeared, and his face suddenly gained a touch of feminine softness, making him uniquely charming even with his face full of madness.
The next second, a crystal-clear, dreamlike ice spear materialized in front of him, then vanished in a flash, like a painting being wiped off a canvas.
Immediately afterwards, Mr. A himself began to disappear, from his hands and feet to his chest, and then to his neck and head.
A complete and utter disappearance without any resistance from beginning to end.
Cyril turned his head to his right and, unsurprisingly, saw 0-17 dressed in a classical robe and wearing a hood.
Whether it was a misperception or not, Cyril felt that the other person lacked expression, and his somewhat blank gaze first glanced at him before looking at Klein beside him.
On that beautiful but lifeless face, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, forming a faint smile, and she nodded gently.
Then, it quickly faded and disappeared before the two people's surprised and calm gazes.
Turning her gaze away, Cyril looked at Klein, who was still in a daze, and waved her hand in front of his eyes.
"I've come to my senses; the other person has already left."
"Uh..." Klein chuckled dryly, a hint of relief and relief in his voice, "This exciting day is finally over..."
"Thank you so much, you saved me twice this afternoon alone."
After a brief pause, he looked at the spot where 0-17 had disappeared and asked curiously, "Do you know which church sent that woman to handle this incident?"
"Is she demigod, or an even more powerful angel?"
Cyril raised an eyebrow at him: "I thought you wouldn't dare to guess in the direction of angels."
"Don't underestimate the spiritual intuition of a diviner."
As the two were talking, a figure quickly appeared in front of them.
"Mr. Azik!" Klein's tone rose slightly, revealing that he was in a very good mood at the moment.
Cyril cast a glance at Azik Eggers with curiosity.
He had a bronze complexion and soft features. The vicissitudes in his eyes seemed even more profound than when we last met. His black tuxedo was somewhat torn, clearly indicating that he had just gone through a difficult battle and hadn't had time to change out.
Composing himself, he bid farewell to Azik and Klein: "Gentlemen, now that everything is settled here, I'll take my leave. There are still some things to take care of."
Klein nodded slightly: "Okay, I'll come find you later."
Cyril nodded, smiled, and took two steps back.
The crystal he held in his hand, so transparent it was almost ethereal, emitted a clear light, while countless starlight rays flew out from the void, outlining a shimmering, illusory gate behind him.
As he turned and stepped into the illusory gate, the starlight-condensed gate shattered silently, turning into specks of starlight that merged into the void.
"That's an enviable ability."
With a sigh, Klein turned to look at Azik, who put his hand on his shoulder, his figure fading away and disappearing from the spot.
Just as Cyril was about to leave the spirit world, his vision suddenly blurred, and when he came to his senses, he found himself in a somewhat familiar underground ruin.
Directly in front of him, Amon leaned back in a high-backed chair stained with rust and rust, toying with a strange crown covered in rust and bloodstains.
Cyril's gaze gradually shifted from Amon to the peculiar crown in his hand.
What are the characteristics of the "Conqueror"? Is it the portion that He already has, or the portion that we just fought over, which He stole?
As his thoughts drifted, he saw Amon suddenly throw the strange crown in his hand at him.
He instinctively reached out to catch it, and then Amon's face suddenly loomed large in his eyes: "You don't seem as afraid of me as you used to be. Why?"
...Aside from being a bit wicked, mischievous, troublesome, and annoying, you're actually a normal angel.
Suppressing the thoughts that subconsciously flashed through his mind, he casually replied, "It's probably because when that Augustus was dividing up the battlefield, I realized that I could take on three angels by myself."
"Tsk, so you've finally realized you're special?"
Amon smiled and sat back down in the high-backed chair in front of him.
Cyril looked around and recognized the underground ruins as the place where Medici Soren Einhorn had once lived.
I didn't expect that Amon would find it so quickly and even take it over.
If Medici's evil spirits find that their home has been taken over by Amon, I wonder if they will think about taking it back?
A thought flashed through his mind, and he heard Amon's slightly mocking words: "Didn't you ever think something was wrong when you discovered I couldn't parasitize you?"
"How come he looks so young, yet so prematurely aged, just like that young man from Pales?"
Uh... Pales? Young man?
Cyril's expression froze for a moment. He remembered that Pales had always been an old man, but in Amon's words, he had become a young man.
Although, it seems, there's nothing wrong with it; in terms of age, Amon is indeed much older than Pales.
The image of Pales that he had imagined floated through his mind, but he quickly gathered his thoughts and put his mind at ease.
Although Amon cannot parasitize him, that does not prevent him from stealing his thoughts, ideas, and memories. If he thinks too much, Amon may be able to find Pales by following the traces in his memories.
"A little cautious, but not much."
Amon chuckled and commented, then glanced at the strange crown in his hand, saying, "The paranoid didn't want Chik to have this 'Conqueror' trait left behind by His Majesty Tudor, so he stole it from me."
"I noticed you really wanted it, so I decided to give it to you as a gift. How about it, are you surprised?"
"A bit of a surprise, but not much."
He replied with the same words, then asked, "What are the conditions for you to give me this 'Conqueror' trait?"
Amon raised his hand to adjust his monocle and chuckled, "Not bad, you've improved. I thought you were too afraid to accept the things I gave you."
"My condition is simple: when the opportunity arises, you can also give me a Sequence 1 extraordinary trait."
"Isn't it fair to trade sequence 1 for sequence 1?"
After a two-second silence, he asked, "Do you want the properties of the 'Time Worm,' the 'Star Key,' or the 'Mysterious Servant'?"
"Of course, I'm fine with anything. I never pick and choose gifts from others."
Amon smiled, stood up from the rusty high-backed chair, walked over to him, and patted his shoulder like an elder: "That paranoid asked me to remind you not to trust an ancient dragon casually, especially the three that have survived from the Second Era to the present. Each of them has secrets."
"Sometimes, the more normal someone seems, the more insane they are."
"Also, Chick has noticed you, so don't wander into the Mirror World so casually in the future."
This isn't Adam's way of speaking; it's more like your embellished version.
The thought had barely crossed his mind when Amon suddenly reached out and pulled a monocle from thin air, placing it in his hand: "Since you like wearing a monocle to scare people, why don't you use mine? It'll be more fun to scare people that way, won't it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Amon's figure disappeared into the empty underground ruins.
He glanced at the monocle Amon had given him, then casually tossed it into the darkness of a corner. He took a step forward, and a phantom book appeared in his eyes before his figure vanished silently from the underground ruins.
After he left, the monocle that had been tossed into the corner suddenly floated up on its own and flew onto the rusty high-backed chair.
Then several insects with alternating transparent and opaque segments emerged from the void and outlined Amon's figure on the seat.
He reached out and grasped the monocle, placing it over his right eye.
"What an impolite young man! He just threw away the gift I gave him so carelessly."
South of the bridge, back home, Sir Ryan walked around the house but didn't see Harvin.
He then tossed a coin to mark the spot, and after confirming that the other party was not in danger, he paid no further attention and returned to his room.
He pulled out a pre-prepared sheet of paper from his briefcase, imagined the ritual depicted on it, and then used a sacrificial ritual to send all the extraordinary characteristics he carried to a higher dimension for storage.
After interrupting the ritual, he was just about to enter the dimension himself to check if there were any hidden tricks left by Amon on the "Conqueror" attribute when a torrent of illusory and complex information suddenly surged forth.
Soon, the illusory and complex torrent of information surging from the void reconstructed Bernadette's figure.
Sirion looked at her with some surprise, he thought Bernadette had already left Backlund.
After all, the "Sage" ascension ceremony has been completed, and the official forces of Backlund are already on high alert due to the previous heavy smog. Staying here would only make things worse.
Bernadette's gaze lingered briefly on the spot where he had just performed the sacrificial ceremony before she calmly said, "I intend to leave Backlund."
Cyril nodded calmly, waiting for the other party to continue.
"I'm a little curious, how did you know my name?"
"And also, that Hand of Order from the Augustus family—you were left alone on both occasions when the battlefield was divided by balance."
"This means that, at the level of the rules, your weight alone is equal to or even exceeds the combined weight of me, that ancient dragon, and that unstable 'War Bishop'."
She paused for a moment, her gaze sweeping intently over Sirien.
"I don't know what rules the 'Hand of Order' used to divide the battlefield, but the fact that the same result occurred twice is enough to say something."
"What's the problem?" Sirion asked curiously, as he didn't understand the rules and logic by which the "Hand of Order" divided the battlefield.
After a moment's thought, Bernadette replied, "On the battlefield, many factors can influence the balance between the two sides."
"This includes one's own sequence, the magical items one possesses, combat awareness, and so on..."
The "Hand of Order" uses order and rules to define the danger level of a battlefield based on a combination of these factors, but this is not absolute and can be subjectively adjusted by those who manipulate the rules.
"But after the Hand of Order of the Augustus family divided the battlefield a second time, the abnormal imbalance did not change; on the contrary, it became more severe, forcing you to face even more enemies."
"This means that, at the level of the rules, your danger and power surpass the sum of ours, and even surpass the combined power of Augustus and those two witches."
..."Sirien frowned and fell into deep thought.
Am I really that amazing?
It's also possible that Adam was so powerful that, although he didn't respond to me at the time, he definitely paid attention to me, and there might even be a virtual personality hidden deep in my mind.
So, it may seem like I'm facing the "Hand of Order" of the Augustus family and two high-ranking "witches" alone, but in reality, it's the three of them facing me and Adam.
As thoughts raced through his mind, he gradually became convinced of the idea. Although he still had some doubts, he quickly dismissed them.
Just as he came to his senses, he heard Bernadette's leisurely voice: "Perhaps you once came close to or even reached the level of a true god."
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