Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 327 Is Bethel back?

"Don't worry, there's nothing to be afraid of. You're above the stars. Even if Gehrman Sparrow can find you, the reporters won't be able to follow you."

Amon said nonchalantly, taking a step forward and imitating the movements of the historical projection of the Gehrman Sparrow doll, drawing the symbol that the other had drawn on the stone slab.

Soon, the complex vertical eye was completed.

Pure rays of light then covered it, moved along the lines, and finally converged together.

In the bright light, a double door formed purely by distorted order emerged. Amon stretched out his hand and pushed it gently. With a rumbling sound, the door slowly opened.

Before Fors could see the scene behind the door clearly, Amon's body turned into a streak of light again, sank into Fors' forehead, and returned to the parasitic state.

"Only one person can pass through. I have to parasitize on you."

Amon said as a matter of course, and then controlled Fors's body to step into the door.

There was nothing unusual about the scene behind the door. Fors could see the stone slabs outside, the walls with holes, and the clouds floating in the air.

"There's no one here. Where is the person you mentioned?"

Fors looked around, it was empty and there was no one in sight. She asked Amon in surprise.

"Haha, who said there aren't any? Look up, isn't there a lot of people there?"

Amon laughed and motioned for Fors to look up.

Fors looked up in surprise, and then her heart almost stopped beating out of fright.

As far as she could see, there were dark shadows hanging one after another, including humans and star creatures.

The clothing style of humans still remained in the Quaternary period, some wore black classical robes, and some wore fluffy ceremonial skirts. As for the star creatures, most of them were naked.

However, both humans and star creatures were like dried bacon, hanging from high above, with their heads drooping, eyes white, and swaying.

A chilly wind blew through the interior of the church. The figures and corpses suspended in the air turned at the same time, as if looking at Fors with their empty, white eyes.

Their bodies seemed to be connected by ropes, and their heads remained bowed.

The figures began to sway like wind chimes, their mouths opened, and they made sounds that were almost like whispers:

"Honakis... Fregra..."

"Honakis... Fregra..."

"Honakis... Fregra..."

(PS: Every time I see this nonsense, I suspect that the squid is padding the word count. I am also padding it)
These sounds echoed and overlapped, merging into one and entering Fors' ears, making her scalp tingle and her body tremble unconsciously.

What happened to these people?
Just as Fors was about to give up, he felt his thoughts gradually become sluggish, and the scene in his eyes gradually turned into slow motion.

Her movements became jerky, as if there was a lack of lubrication between the gears or her joints were covered with rust.

Ok, now I know...

Even though her thoughts had slowed down, Fors couldn't help but think of this nonsense.

However, having seen Mr. World's methods, she was not afraid of this extraordinary ability to know everything.

As a neighboring channel, she, who has become a "secret magician", naturally has a way to counter the Secret Puppet Master's method.

Fors concentrated his mind, stretched out his hand to grab the void, and pulled it like a curtain.

The area where she was was shrouded in shadow, distorted, and then disappeared.

This is the hidden space of the "Mystic"!
Fors can use this ability to split a place into two, with one part hidden and requiring entry through a specific "door".

At this moment, in the area that had been cut and hidden, the church existed normally, with floor tiles and ceilings, and the mummies hanging from the roof turned back.

After noticing that the stagnation had disappeared, Fors breathed a sigh of relief, looked around, and his eyes stopped at a transparent vortex in the air.

This is the "door".

Every hidden space must have a "door".

Fors took out her dressing mirror, reached into her beaded bag, took out a dressing mirror, and embedded it in the "door" position.

The mirror twisted and quickly reflected the outside world:
Countless maggots huddled together, sitting on the huge chair in the center of the hall, wriggling slowly, growing wildly, and spreading out almost invisible tentacles.

Maggots with transparent patterns twisted and tangled together to form a spire-like top. A man who looked like a finger puppet in the hands of a magician grew on the top of the spire. His lower body was entangled with the pile of twisted worms, and it was difficult to distinguish the boundaries between them.

His eyes were dark and contained an indescribable sense of vicissitudes. His face was quite young, and his facial features were all pretty good, but on his cheeks, there were tufts of coarse black hair like wolf hair.

His shoulder-length hair was half white, half hidden and half visible, giving people a contradictory feeling of being both old and young, rational and crazy.

As if he had sensed Fors's gaze, he turned his indifferent gaze in Fors's direction and looked straight at the hidden "door".

No way, this will be discovered?

Fors was still wondering if the other party was bluffing, but she found that her joints were becoming sluggish again, even faster than last time, so fast that she could hardly make any new responses.

How did he... break into the secret space?
Fors looked towards the location of the "door" with difficulty. The dressing mirror had been broken at some point. Countless smooth and transparent tentacles with intricate patterns poured in from the broken mirror surface, completely blocking the space around her.

You have to use... God's Scroll...

Fors immediately realized that this being was not someone she could fight against, so she simply reached out for the beaded bag again.

However, when her hand just touched the picture frame, the angel with vicissitudes of life looked at her again.

An illusory picture frame suddenly appeared in his hand, which was exactly the same as the "God's Scroll" in Fors's hand.

Fors no longer had time to think about why the other party did this. Now she just wanted to activate the Scroll of God as soon as possible, hoping that the legend left by the ancestor of the Abraham family, "Mr. Men", would respond to her call again.

The next second, her eyes were suddenly filled with despair and astonishment.

The picture frame that Fors had pulled out suddenly became illusory, and in her shocked eyes it turned into a colorless point of light that dissipated and disappeared.

The picture frame in the angel's hand became solid, as if the one in his hand was the real thing.

In the moment just now, this angel from ancient times summoned the historical projection of "God's Scroll", and then relied on a miracle to replace the real "God's Scroll" with the historical projection, and then let the historical projection in Fors's hand naturally dissipate.

This, this can't be done...

Such a thought flashed through Fors' mind. Her spiritual intuition told her that she didn't have much time left and she only had time to make one attempt.

Without time to think carefully and prepare, Fors shouted loudly in his heart without hesitation:
"Where are my teammates, where are my teammates, help me!"

Amon took so much effort to get himself here, could it be that he was here just to deliver meals to the owner here?

Although according to Amon's behavior, He was indeed familiar with the owner of this place before, and it seemed that they had been friends for many years, and it was normal for friends to come to the door to bring some cakes or gift boxes...

Analyzing it, it's possible...

Just as Fors's thoughts were gradually solidifying with this idea that made her want to cry but could not, Amon finally took action.

In just a moment, Fors found himself sitting in the middle of the huge throne, holding the original "God's Scroll" in his hand, and the angel disappeared.

Amon stole His position, causing the manipulation of the spirit thread to be interrupted as the space shifted, and briefly threw the other party into the space isolated by Fors.

However, just as that illusory space could not block His sight, naturally it could not block His footsteps.

Countless slippery and strange tentacles once again surged out from the broken vortex, completely tearing apart the isolated space in almost an instant. The figure of the angel in a gray classical robe was like driftwood on the waves, bobbing up and down in the ocean of tentacles.

At this moment, Amon also made the next move.

He began to split directly from Fors's body, and all the figures hanging on the ceiling turned into Amon. They broke free from the constraints of the spiritual body and stretched out their palms towards the chaotic and crazy slippery tentacles.

Countless Amons wearing pointed hats and monocles surrounded him and Fors in an instant. Some of them turned into ancient mysterious symbols, some turned into pure starlight as if to create a cage, and some stretched out their hands to "steal" in unison.

When they dealt with the Fool, they stole time, anchors, authority, destiny, identity, and self-awareness. But now, they steal only one thing, and that is the madness in the other person.

As the light spot exploded, the madly wriggling tentacles suddenly stopped.

At this moment, the angel seemed to have lost his body, leaving only a translucent gray cloak and indifferent eyes.

The clones that stole His madness quickly withered and died, turning into small insects with twelve transparent segments.

As Amon operated, the tentacles gradually calmed down and faded and shrank, leaving only a skinny human figure standing in the forest of stone tablets with a confused look on his face.

Only then did Fors let out a small sigh of relief.

As far as she knew, Mr. Fool and Amon had once had a fierce battle above the gray fog. The Fool eventually fell asleep, while Amon lowered his status and fled.

However, judging from Amon's current performance, "He" is still stronger than ordinary angels, and is very likely at the level of Sequence 1 "Time Worm".

Alas, it’s not that I want to be promoted, it’s just that the guys in the adjacent path are too scary, if I don’t get promoted, I will have no way to survive...

Fors lamented in her heart, and at this time, Amon had already walked to the side of the thin being in a gray robe.

The frivolous smile on Amon's face faded a little, and then he waved to the angel in a nonchalant manner.

"Long time no see... Antigonus."

……

Antigonus? Fors searched quickly in his mind.

However, knowledge is not something that can be obtained just by wanting it. Fors racked his brains, but he could only remember that Mr. World once mentioned a notebook related to this family, and it seemed that the gentleman cared about it very much.

Is this the ancestor of that family?
Fors guessed in her heart that she was no stranger to similar family leaders. After all, the Abraham family was once an angel family.

"I really miss it...it's been a long time since anyone called me that."

Antigonus' expression suddenly became strange. "Actually, no one has talked to me like this for a long time."

"Of course. After learning from Adam that you had solidified a city here, I was really surprised."

"What are you doing here?"

Antigonus ignored Amon's teasing and continued to ask at his own pace, "Are you here for my extraordinary characteristics? Then you should go to the Goddess Church."

"I am just a fixed [Miracle] here... I reversed my past and future, and then grafted them into the core of the Secret Doll City deep in the starry sky. I have been stuck at the stage of Miracle Master for nearly a thousand years. Now I have enough time to prepare for the final miracle as a Sequence 2 person."

"I really wish you were in such a weak state when I took away your Beyonder characteristics, but there is no need for that now."

Amon laughed at himself, "I failed, and your original body also failed... someone else became the 'Lord of Mysteries'."

After Amon finished speaking, he turned his gaze to Antigonus, who had a look of surprise on his face. He was silent for a few seconds before he asked tentatively, as if he had some cruel expectation - of course, this cruelty was towards himself.

“…Is Bethel back?”

Amon said nothing, just shook his head.

Antigonus opened his mouth slightly, but in the end, he just sighed dejectedly.

"I see...we all failed."

……

I don't know why, but I feel a little sad now...

Fors stood aside, looking at the two Angel Kings who had once passed by each other silently standing there, like two weathered stone pillars. Suddenly, she felt a sense of loss in her heart.

If this atmosphere continues, I will definitely not be able to bear it... Fors prayed silently in her heart, praying that one of them would speak up first so that she would not be so embarrassed.

Finally, it was Amon who broke the suffocating silence.

Amon looked around and cleared his throat, "Did you complete the final miracle?"

Antigonus did not answer, but just nodded slightly.

(End of this chapter)