Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 221 Weakness
The beam of light in the sky is too conspicuous, and I believe it will attract nearby teams of Extraordinary people soon.

After about ten seconds, the thick beam of light began to thin, until it finally disappeared completely.

The dead attacked by the light column had suffered varying degrees of damage. The aura of death on their bodies had been mostly purified, and they had no choice but to walk back into the dark gate.

The next moment, an old man in a white divine robe walked out of the carriage. Several golden spears condensed in front of him and shot towards Paul.

Paul rolled on the ground to avoid the attack, and taking advantage of this gap, he switched his own shepherding soul.

The next second, Paul's body rushed out, his speed suddenly increased, and even left an afterimage on the spot.

He knew that the old man in front of him belonged to the Sun Path. If he wanted to win, the easiest way was to not give his opponent the opportunity to display his abilities.

The old man and Paul struggled together and rolled away from the carriage.

Lewis, in spirit form, passed through the wall. He gradually approached the carriage, but suddenly he stopped as if he had been electrocuted.

"If I had rushed into the carriage rashly before, I might have been seriously injured and had to return."

Lewis floated close to the ground, picked up a stone and threw it at the carriage. The stone was immediately blown away, and long golden lines flashed on the surface of the carriage.

"The things of the Church of the Eternal Sun are very effective in restraining spirits. Fortunately, the blasphemous card I carry is the Red Priest card."

Lewis walked around the surface of the carriage and immediately identified its "weakness".

Pong!

Accompanied by two gunshots, two pitch-black bullets hit the right side of the carriage. The bullets and the golden lines merged with each other, instantly disintegrating the extraordinary power on the surface of the carriage.

Lewis' body appeared semi-illusive and passed directly through the carriage, using the characteristics of a ghost to search every corner of the carriage.

Suddenly, he found a thumb-sized bottle in the secret compartment. There was a drop of extremely dazzling liquid in the bottle, as if the body would be burned just by looking at it.

"Yes, this is a drop of the Sun God's blood. If it is not carried by a transcendent of the Sun Path, it will be purified and gradually reduced to an idiot who can only 'praise the sun'."

Another scene popped up in front of him, and Lewis subconsciously turned his body to the side to avoid it.

A spear emitting golden light brushed past his shoulder, and a man with golden hair walked out from the shadows. His hair was combed back and he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, looking like a clerk from somewhere.

Lewis knew that the opponent was very powerful, but he was not afraid at all.

After all, he only needed a thought to bring the things back to the gray fog without leaving any trace.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but let out a mocking smile, and his body gradually became illusory.

"You are Lewis Harvey." The clerk adjusted the frame of his glasses and asked, "Are you also interested in the blood of the sun god?"

Lewis's face darkened, but fortunately he was hiding under the red armor, so he did not show any abnormality.

"You want to cheat me?" Lewis deliberately lowered his voice. He laughed "hehe", sounding hoarse and gloomy.

His figure became increasingly illusory, until he disappeared completely.

The gray-white fog was endless, and in front of me were golden nanmu tables and chairs and a light gate hung with silk cocoons.

Lewis sat on a golden nanmu chair, with a palace behind him that looked like a giant's residence.

He rubbed his eyes, and as the Card of Blasphemy left his spirit, the armor covering his body also disappeared.

“Who is the young man in the carriage? I have disguised myself to this extent, how could I be recognized?” Lewis placed the blood of the Sun God next to the extraordinary characteristics of the “Winner”. He saw wisps of black aura overflowing, and those black auras were purified by the blood of the Sun God.

He thought about it many times and felt that there were no loopholes in his action plan, and he should not be recognized by anyone.

“Forget it. I don’t want to think about it anymore. Even if the people from the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun come looking for me, it doesn’t matter. As long as I refuse to admit it, they can’t do anything to me. After all, I am openly the follower of the God of Steam and Machinery.”

After using the gray fog to disinfect, Lewis returned to reality. He quickly turned on the gas lamp, postponed the date of returning the blood of the sun god to a week later, and told Paul not to send him a letter.

"You should keep a low profile these days and avoid being caught by the Eternal Sun Church."

Turning over on the large velvet bed, Lewis fell into a deep sleep, his alibi already in place.

……

In the early morning, Lewis woke up from his sleep and went out as usual, looking for an opportunity to digest the potion.

"Once the potion of the Disaster Priest is completely digested, I can start to advance to Sequence 5. However, the digestion process is too slow this time."

Suddenly, Lewis held up his umbrella and saw a basin of yellow liquid falling from the sky and landing on the umbrella.

Beside him, several well-dressed gentlemen and ladies, already soaked, gave elegant greetings to this disaster that came out of nowhere.

Lewis's characteristics as a "disaster priest" always cause him to encounter disasters, but he can always predict and avoid them in advance.

However, the people who followed him were not so lucky.

Passing by the slums, Lewis gave the umbrella to the laundryman and paid him to clean it.

"To foresee disasters and avoid them, this is fate..."

Turning the corner, Lewis saw many homeless people and workers gathered in front of the Roselle Monument. They looked up and looked at the center of the crowd.

"It should be the missionaries of the Church of Steam and Machinery who are preaching. They have been particularly active recently."

With his sensitive hearing, Lewis knew the general situation. He walked towards the crowd in front, wanting to watch the fun.

Suddenly, Lewis' eyes blurred and the scene of being hit on the head by a shoe appeared in his mind.

He subconsciously took half a step back to avoid the smelly shoe that was flying towards him.

For the Disaster Priest, dodging is definitely a required skill, because this skill can save lives at critical moments.

"I'm used to spying on fate, and I'm used to the abilities of the Disaster Priests, but it's still too slow for me to digest it this way."

The next moment, another dirty shoe flew over and hit Lewis directly on the back of the head.

Lewis frowned, he stood on the side of the road and began to summarize:

"As a 'disaster priest', you must learn to respect fate. You must know that what we can peek at is only a small part of our own fate."

As he worked out the role-playing method, he once again felt the potion showing signs of being digested. If he strictly followed the role-playing method, it would only take three or four months to completely digest the potion.

He threw his shoes on the side of the road and squeezed towards the crowd. In the middle of the crowd was a missionary wearing a steam and mechanical robe. He was passionately telling the stories of God.

However, the protagonist of this story is called Lewis Harvey.

(End of this chapter)