Capítulo 482: Chapter 482: Gathering in the Dream
Chapter 482: Gathering in the Dream
At this time, the only person who could have sent this note was Mr. Hastur. The cat that delivered it was his black cat, Aisala.
Although it was not certain that Amon would notice the secrets hidden within him, Klein did not want to be in the same area as Amon.
It was safer to stay far away.
As for where to go so late, St. Samuel's Cathedral was a good choice. It was not far, and he had a good relationship with the bishop there, so no one would suspect anything.
St. Samuel's Cathedral also held prayers at night. The night was the goddess's domain, and praying at this time was more atmospheric than during the day.
To Klein's surprise, Leonard was also there tonight.
Could it be that he was also avoiding Amon?
Klein glanced at Leonard nonchalantly, and Leonard was also observing him, seemingly trying to understand why he was there.
After a few glances, they both tacitly looked away. One went to chat with the archbishop, and the other went to talk with the bishop...
Late at night, in the Hall of Stars, Hastur was overlooking Backlund Street.
In his vision, Amon had split into many avatars lurking near the Hayrol family home. There were ants crawling on the ground, birds resting on branches and street lamps, and tiny dust particles in the air, all taking on Amon's form.
It was certain that the Amon who came to Backlund was just an avatar, not very powerful, probably between Sequence 3 and Sequence 4.
Otherwise, the descendant of the Jacob family who turned into a mouse would not have escaped from his grasp.
This was not a difficult power to defeat. Even a single Star Vessel could handle it, but doing so would easily attract the attention of Amon's main body. Although he was currently playing hide-and-seek with the High-Dimensional Overlookers, it was still necessary to be cautious of him.
Tonight, the attitude of the everNight Goddess was also subtle. She was clearly providing Klein with some secret protection, so he would not easily be discovered by Amon.
It was better to deal with these avatars of Amon early. His presence added another layer of gloom to the already gray weather of Backlund.
On the late-night streets, members of the Yellow-Robed Monks were still bathed in the starlight, devoutly following the yellow-robed figure in their hearts, whose whereabouts were unknown.
The dim light of the street lamps on both sides could not penetrate the thick gray fog, only barely illuminating a small area around them.
"Along the shore, cutting through the clouds, the twin suns sink into the lake, casting long shadows. There, on the wondrous night when the black star rises..."
Amon, who appeared out of nowhere, replaced the last member of the Yellow-Robed Monks, humming a song from *Children of the Stars*. But he did not sing it completely, only humming a few lines.
Boom! It seemed like a thunderclap resounded in the sky.
Amon looked up, pushed his monocle, and gazed seriously at the starry sky.
"The King in Yellow, the stars, so it is."
A blazing yellow lightning bolt struck down, easily shattering this avatar of Amon, leaving only a translucent worm of time.
The Yellow-Robed Monks, briefly shocked by this scene, became even more devout in their faith in the King in Yellow.
The leader collected the worm of time into a glasses case and put it away.
They then walked along the river, where the starlight on the water was even more dazzling than the previous night.
At the Hayrol family home, Amon stood on the balcony, looking at the distant lightning with a satisfied smile.
He looked up at the starry sky again. In this dark world, the light of the crimson moon seemed dimmer than the starlight.
"The stars..."
His expression became more serious.
At this moment, another series of thunderclaps sounded in the sky. Strangely, there were no dark clouds where the thunder came from, only brilliant starlight.
Then, bolts of lightning struck down, accurately hitting each of Amon's avatars.
Each bird responsible for surveillance was struck, leaving no feathers, only a translucent worm of time.
Even the ants crawling on the ground were found and struck into powder.
"Sigh, how ruthless. Just for pretending to be your followers, you got so angry. You threw a big trouble into the Forsaken Land."
Amon complained with some resentment, watching his avatars being dealt with.
As long as the main avatar was fine, these small avatars could be created anytime. This secret of the Thief pathway was only understood by those on the same pathway.
Even under the gaze of the stars, their thunder could not truly threaten him.
But under the stars' watch, it was not easy for him to do anything.
Moreover, his time in Backlund was limited. If he stayed too long, that trouble would surely follow him to Backlund. What a headache.
Late at night, Leonard was sleeping soundly when he suddenly felt himself being pulled into a dream. Klein was visiting him in his dream again.
"What's happening now?"
"I want to invite you to join me in an action."
"What action?"
"To deal with Amon's avatars in Backlund."
"Are you crazy? That's Amon, the Blasphemer. How can we handle him?"
Leonard was anxious. If he had the ability to deal with Amon, he wouldn't have to frequently seek refuge at St. Samuel's Cathedral.
The old man was in poor condition and couldn't contend with Amon.
"It's just avatars. I believe it's not too difficult."
The Klein in the dream was more confident than the Klein Leonard originally knew.
"Even if it's just avatars, Amon's main body can still sense what's happening here. Do you think the two of us can stop Amon?"
"Cut off his main body's perception, and we can."
Another voice interrupted. Leonard instinctively turned to look.
Goodness, it was Hastur!
Why was Hastur in his dream too?
Judging by his tone, it seemed he had already discussed this with Klein.
Wait!
Why did they have to discuss dealing with the Blasphemer Amon in his dream?
Were they planning to make him the scapegoat?
When Leonard loudly voiced his doubts, Hastur and Klein naturally changed the subject, not directly answering.
The two of them had too many secrets. Even in a dream controlled by Will, they didn't want their dreams to be spied on by others.
Leonard was the most suitable intermediary.
Moreover, there was an angel of the same pathway as Amon inside him.
"You don't need my help at all."
A voice came from within Leonard, belonging to the old man, Pales Zoroaster.
"Old man, why are you in my dream too?" Leonard exclaimed.
"I've always been able to. I just didn't need to before."
"What about my previous dreams?"
"I couldn't be bothered to watch."
"…"
Leonard wanted to end his dream and go back to sleep.
Unfortunately, he couldn't control his dream, even though he was the nominal master of it.
"With your participation, we can better deal with Amon," Klein said.
"Sigh." Pales only sighed.
During his time parasitizing Leonard, he had encountered only two people he couldn't fully see through: Klein and Hastur.
Coincidentally, one was a follower of the Fool, and the other a believer of the Stars.
Now, they were joining forces to deal with Amon. He couldn't see any chance of victory for Amon's avatars.
Even if Amon's main body came to Backlund, facing the Stars and the Fool, he would have to flee in panic.
Oh, and Leonard, a follower of the everNight Goddess, should be added.
Originally, he couldn't understand why Leonard could attract the attention of the Fool and the Stars. Now it seemed Leonard was benefiting from his two good friends.
"Amon is now at 39 Backlund Street, in the Maher family's house," Hastur provided the crucial information.
Klein secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, he had left quickly; otherwise, tonight would have been dangerous.
"Leonard can pray to the everNight Goddess for secret protection to prevent Amon's main body from knowing what's happening in Backlund."
Although Hastur and Klein had this authority, their power couldn't compare to the everNight Goddess. It was safest to have the everNight Goddess intervene.
"Alright, count me in on this matter," Pales sighed but chose to join the plan.
"Let's set it for tomorrow. The sooner, the better, to avoid any changes."
Hastur, Klein, and Pales discussed the specific details of the action for the next day. After everything was settled, Hastur and Klein left the dream, leaving Leonard alone in a daze.
He hadn't had a chance to speak. He was just a bridge connecting the parties, the perfect scapegoat.
"Old man, my heart hurts!"
"Oh, and then?"
"…"
Leonard couldn't find words. Pales didn't continue the conversation. He needed to think about the specific actions for tomorrow to prevent any of Amon's avatars from escaping.
"The long night, sleepless," Leonard tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. After a long time, he sighed heavily, lamenting his misfortune in choosing friends.
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