Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 16: The clone is also so poor
"Damn it!" Seeing the two clones merge, Lewis quickly fired three shots. He didn't dare to confirm the result of the shooting and immediately ran towards the Church of St. Selina.

In the previous fight, he discovered that Amon's clone currently only had abilities below Sequence Six. Now that the two clones have merged, it should have reached Sequence Six.

At Sequence 6, Amon's clone has real extraordinary abilities. The thief's ability can steal other people's extraordinary abilities. He can only continue to fight with Amon if the range is at least fifty meters.

This meant that his only means of fighting were guns and those spells he could throw.

Ding ding ding!
Lewis stepped on the bluestone floor, making a dull sound. He threw away his hat and ran towards the distant St. Selina Church. There was a team of night watchmen guarding the Chanis Gate, and maybe they could contact other extraordinary teams.

While running away, Lewis used reason to analyze the current situation and tried to find the weakness of this clone.

The first thing that can be confirmed is that this clone can make the power of the Angel King descend upon this place through prayer. Just now, the clone prayed twice, once to pause the demon hunting bullets and once to revive the other clone.

Secondly, it is certain that when the clone prays to the original body, it can simplify the prayer ceremony and even easily complete the ritual process with just a silver dagger.

"From his performance, he can only borrow the ability once each time he prays. Since it is not performed by the original body, the range of influence of the ability is also extremely limited." Based on the two performances of the clone, Lewis made a guess. Turning the corner, he ran to the end of the alley. If he went straight through here, he could see the square and the Church of St. Selena.

"Twisting the hands of time;

Wandering in the shadow of fate;

The embodiment of fraud and mischief..."

Lewis heard the desperate prayer again. He did not dare to stop and ran desperately towards the end of the alley.

Half a minute later, Lewis stopped. The alley, which was less than a hundred meters long, was unexpectedly long. No matter how hard he ran, he couldn't leave this place.

He had a hypothesis that when Amon's clone prayed to the original body just now, he used the power of the Angel King to steal the "road". This road was an abstract concept, and it might be his way to reach Saint Selina Church, or the way to leave this alley.

Lewis was quite desperate. In addition to the clone of Sequence Six, he was now facing an Angel King who could infiltrate this place with power at any time.

Just as Lewis stopped, a man in a pointed round hat appeared from the end of the alley.

boom!
Lewis fired again, and the bullet, which had almost never missed the target, deviated an unimaginable distance. Lewis's hands were numbed by the recoil, and he almost dropped the gun to the ground.

Without much hesitation, Lewis immediately put the gun back into the holster. With the previous shot, he realized that his shooting talent had been stolen by Amon.

Although guns are Lewis' main means of fighting enemies, losing his pistol is not entirely bad news. At least, Amon has not yet discovered his specialness, nor the magical item in his spirituality.

Amon chuckled and stretched out his hand to Lewis, saying, "What are you afraid of, my dear brother. I just want you to become my follower. Then, I will return Mandy to you and help you become a powerful transcendent."

Lewis naturally didn't believe Amon's words. The angel Amon's only follower was himself, and becoming a follower was just a fraud.

If he believed it now, what awaited him would be a consequence worse than death.

And now, the only chance of winning is close combat. Once close, the clone will not have time to hold the prayer ceremony, which is equivalent to indirectly sealing the power of the Angel King.

"Dark night!"

Lewis threw the sleeping spell in front of Amon. He subconsciously touched the ring on his hand. Apart from the fraud spell, this was his biggest trump card.

At the same time, after hearing the word "night", Amon also subconsciously took a few steps back until he avoided the effect of the spell. Ding ding ding!
Seeing that the sleeping spell was dodged, Lewis rushed to Amon and whipped his arm towards Amon's Adam's apple. Amon easily grabbed Lewis' arm, pulled it forward, and then punched Lewis in the lower abdomen.

"cough……"

Lewis was thrown away, and his lower abdomen was in great pain, which made him realize once again the huge gap between himself and Amon. An angel king who had lived for more than three thousand years, even if it was just a clone, was not something that ordinary extraordinary people could deal with.

“Lewis, I invite you to become my follower again. This is the last time.” Amon looked down at Lewis who was almost lying on the ground. He pinched his single-frame glasses and looked quite sincere.

Lewis didn't say much. He took out the talisman representing the realm of darkness again and threw it out.

"Dark night!"

"Dark night!"

"Dark night!"

After throwing three spells in a row, the clone dodged them all easily. Amon spread his hands and said mockingly, "You disappoint me so much."

“Black…” Lewis took out the Night Spell again and threw it out. As he shouted half of the word, Amon subconsciously took two steps back to avoid the effect of the spell.

However, Lewis rushed forward with the mentality of dying together. He punched Amon in the face and stopped shouting the word "Night" halfway through.

"Destiny!" The moment the fist touched Amon's face, Lewis's loud voice resounded in the alley, and the silver ring on his hand suddenly shattered spiritually.

Taking advantage of the gap when Amon landed, Lewis pulled out the gun from his waist and fired the remaining bullets in succession.

Bang bang bang!

The smile on Amon's face suddenly stopped. He looked at Lewis in confusion. He was shot in the legs, feet and temples and fell completely in a pool of blood.

Amon spat out a mouthful of blood. He took out the silver dagger and wanted to perform the ceremony again, but the silver dagger was snatched away by Lewis.

“…How did you recover your shooting talent?” Amon used up his last bit of strength to speak. He was very sure that he had indeed stolen Lewis’ ability.

“I haven’t recovered my talent.” Lewis used the silver dagger to kill the Sequence 6 clone completely. He then curled up the corners of his mouth and said, “It’s just that you were so unlucky. You actually caught my bullet with your body. With such professionalism, you should at least be a world-class goalkeeper.”

After expending a lot of energy, Lewis finally breathed a sigh of relief. He took out thirty pounds of banknotes from his clone and got a lot of items for the ceremony.

"It turns out that the angel clone is so poor." Lewis sighed, a little disappointed that an angel king's clone did not have many magical items.

Lewis vaguely remembered that Amon's clone should be the Worm of Time. He certainly didn't want to miss this precious extraordinary material, so he immediately carried the corpse and wanted to walk out of the alley.

"What's going on?" Half a minute later, Lewis became alert again. He still couldn't reach the church, and the stolen things still hadn't been returned.

There was a sudden lightness on his shoulder. He turned around and saw a man with a pointed hat standing behind Lewis again. Amon took off his pointed hat and looked up at the sky.

"Great, you showed me a wonderful performance. As expected, you are different. Fate is always on your side."

(End of this chapter)