章節 485: Chapter 485: The Duel of Fate
Chapter 485: The Duel of Fate
Tonight will be darker, more secretive, and more difficult to perceive than ever before.
Dim yellow lights adorned the small bedroom. Dawn Dantes stood by the window, withdrawing his gaze from the outside upon hearing a sound, and turned to look at Amon, who wore a monocle.
A slight smile curled up at the corner of his mouth. "I found you too."
"I have to commend your courage. You deliberately lured me here through a secret puppet, even though you are just a Sequence 5 Puppet Master."
Amon's eyes showed a hint of curiosity. After scrutinizing him a few more times, his expression became much more serious. He chuckled lightly and said, "I see, I misjudged you. You are a Yellow Robed monk."
Dawn Dunstay nodded slightly. "Blasphemer Amon, the mischievous Fate Stealer, what about your own fate?"
Dawn Dunstay, who was actually Lady Lisa arranged by Hastur, had long followed the oracle to come here, waiting for Amon's arrival under the guise of Dawn Dantes.
A soft light emerged from her palm. Under its calm illumination, the semi-transparent Time Worms that were originally crawling toward her froze in place, seemingly struggling.
Soon, their shapes transformed from Amon's likeness to Dawn Dantes's.
Lady Lisa successfully stole Amon's avatar, turning it into her own puppet.
It was akin to stealing a freshly stolen item from a master thief's pocket.
Amon watched this scene unfold calmly, adjusted the monocle on his right eye, and clapped his hands. "You are also a surprising Fate Stealer."
"Unfortunately, my true body is not here. Otherwise, it would be delighted to have a peer to exchange thieving techniques with. It's not an easy feat."
"The Yellow Robed monk, the extraordinary path of the King in Yellow, is truly intriguing."
Despite Amon's praise and hospitality, Lady Lisa continued to face him with Dawn Dantes's appearance, having no intention of exchanging thieving experiences with Amon.
She came here tonight because the deity had given her another revelation.
She closed her eyes slightly, and starlight, endless starlight, surged from her body like a tide, rapidly washing over and enveloping everything around her.
She couldn't steal Amon's true body, but the avatar in front of her couldn't stop her theft.
Unless he absorbed all his avatars in Backlund to elevate his power to Sequence 2, which was the limit of this avatar.
"Sigh, such impatience. I initially wanted to chat with you a bit more," Amon sighed, a smile playing on his lips. "How do you know that the one who came to Backlund is just an avatar?"
As he finished speaking, a massive, ancient, mottled shadow rose behind Amon.
It was an ancient object resembling a wall clock, divided into twelve segments, each distinctly marked with different symbols. As the hands began to move, time seemed to halt, and everything around slowed down.
In the living room at 39 Backlund Street, Congressman Machet, Mrs. Liana, and the household servants, maids, and bodyguards turned into beams of light under Herowell's collapsing gaze.
Within the light, a semi-transparent worm could be vaguely seen crawling.
Next, all the creatures nearby that Amon had parasitized turned into beams of light, converging toward Amon's main avatar in the master bedroom at 160 Backlund Street.
In the realm of fate theft, it has always been a matter of zero and one, failure and success.
If his main avatar was successfully stolen, the opponent could easily eliminate all his other avatars in Backlund by following the fate line of the main avatar.
He could only gather his avatars to resist, even though it posed another risk.
If this avatar was destroyed, he would have no eyes in Backlund, and due to secrecy, his true body wouldn't know what was happening in Backlund.
To perceive the fluctuations of fate, there must be fluctuations of fate.
With such tight arrangements, all fate fluctuations here would be hidden, making them impossible to perceive.
As Amon's avatars converged, his aura grew stronger, and Lady Lisa's expression became more serious, though she felt more excitement inside.
This was an avatar of an Angel King, possessing the ability to steal fate.
Outside Backlund Street, Leonard had already arrived nearby but didn't blindly enter the area.
Inside him, Old Man Pales had sensed the unusual fate fluctuations in this area. Blasphemer Amon was here, and as planned, he was continuously gathering avatars to temporarily enhance the strength of this one.
Having reached Sequence 2, this was almost the limit for Amon's avatar. If he continued to elevate to Sequence 1, he might end up fighting himself without external intervention.
Sequence 2 was the most stable state for Amon's avatar.
Clearly, Amon had encountered a tricky opponent this time, a rare situation for the descendant of the Ancient Sun God.
In his memory, Amon had only suffered setbacks at the hands of the Goddess of the Night, while others were helpless against him.
Now, two angels were dueling in Backlund, under the watchful eyes of the Stars, the Fool, and the Goddess of the Night.
It was madness.
"Amon, what is he thinking? Why did he come to Backlund this time? Is it just a coincidence?"
Pales muttered, unable to understand Amon's erratic behavior.
Despite the unwelcoming stance of the Stars, the Fool, and the Goddess of the Night, he still risked angering them by staying here.
It couldn't be because of him; otherwise, Amon's true body would have descended on Backlund.
Pales pondered for a moment before his tone turned anxious. "Leave here immediately. Do not approach for the time being!"
"Klein and Hastur are dealing with Amon. Isn't it bad to leave now?" Leonard was startled.
"Amon's true body might have arrived in Backlund!" Pales' tone was urgent. "The longer we stay, the more likely we are to be noticed by Amon!"
"Klein and Hastur have the Fool and the Stars backing them, so they won't have any accidents. But if Amon targets you, you'll become his plaything!"
"Old man, how did you come to this conclusion?"
"Leave first!"
"Alright."
Leonard had no choice but to follow the old man's advice and leave immediately.
Shortly after Leonard left, a young man wearing a crystal monocle rode a bicycle past the outskirts of Backlund Street.
He glanced at the street shrouded in darkness, hummed a tune, and headed toward the Queen's District.
Outside the house at 160 Backlund Street, another of Klein's secret puppets appeared, holding a delicate paper crane.
As Lady Lisa and Amon's avatar reached a critical moment in their duel of fate, the paper crane in the puppet's hand flew into the air and burned, suspended in mid-air.
One after another, complex mercury-colored symbols emerged from the paper crane's body, forming a massive, void-like, scaleless serpent!
The silver-white serpent's body was covered in intricate patterns and symbols, forming interconnected wheels, each with distinct markings.
Its blood-red eyes swept coldly, soared into the sky, and coiled above Backlund Street, biting its own tail.
The enormous figure, like a vast black cloud, enveloped the entire street, resembling a mysterious, exaggerated wheel.
As the giant wheel began to turn, it felt as if Backlund Street was silently swallowed by a massive abyss, with a powerful attraction emanating from the wheel's center.
The previously merged Amon avatars split again, dividing into a main avatar and many smaller avatars.
"Divine Revelation!"
"Steal Fate!"
Lady Lisa shouted, finally succeeding in stealing Amon's main avatar. The monocle on his right eye emitted a blinding light and shattered!
Subsequently, the smaller avatars were also stolen one by one, becoming Lady Lisa's fate puppets.
But she only controlled Amon's avatars to self-destruct, analyzing each semi-transparent Time Worm.
There were thirteen in total, with one particularly large worm having twelve segments. Time around it seemed slower than elsewhere.
This bizarre scene went unnoticed by the residents of Backlund Street, who continued their daily routines.
"It's finally over." The real Klein, holding a black gemstone medal from Lady Arianna, showed a relieved expression.
"Will seems to have recovered well; otherwise, he couldn't have intervened in the battle with just a paper crane."
As Klein relaxed, Leonard contacted him through a dream.
"Klein, Hastur, the old man just told me that Amon's true body might have arrived in Backlund!"
The urgency and tension in Leonard's voice indicated he wasn't joking.
Klein felt his hair stand on end, scanning the surroundings warily but finding no trace of Amon.
He quickly severed his connection with the puppet and left the area via flame jump.
Meanwhile, Hastur, who had also received Leonard's warning, was sitting in the study, hands clasped in front of him, leaning back in his chair. On the desk, 008 lay uneasily in the pen box.
A figure appeared out of thin air in front of the desk, dressed in a black classical robe, wearing a matching pointed soft hat, with black curly hair, black eyes, a broad forehead, a thin face, and a crystal monocle.
Blasphemer Amon!
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