Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 283 282 Grandfather's Kindness and Filial Piety
Silence is the tone of the night tonight.

Amon, go save Medici?

Even Amon himself couldn't believe he'd come up with such an outrageous idea, and he couldn't help but laugh.

Tang seemed to realize what he had said only then, and said with considerable emotion:

"Ah, that's right. You and Adam messed things up for Him back then, how could you possibly save Him now? Even if you succeeded, He wouldn't treat you well."

He went straight for Amon and unleashed his ultimate attack.

It's no secret that these two were infamous in the Quaternary period, and their behind-the-scenes influence was partly responsible for driving Antigonus mad.

“After all, it’s all a necessary sacrifice, isn’t it?” Amon’s slightly mocking voice came from an unknown direction once again. “Just like what you did to Russell Gustav, to Klein Moretti, it was all a necessary sacrifice.”

"And you're so sure your choice is right? Do you really believe in this future and intend to put it into practice? Even if it means risking the readily available Source Castle?"

"The Lord of Mysteries is within your reach, isn't he?"

Tang raised an eyebrow and nodded without hesitation at the sarcastic remark that almost implied, "You're no better yourself" and "Who knows what kind of bad things you're up to behind the scenes."

“Yes, yes, you’re right… After all, I’ve always been like this with the ‘destined one’ I’ve chosen. Klein is like that, and so is Roselle.”

Tang threw a pebble in his hand toward a patch of ground not far away, bathed in the crimson moonlight.

In that place shrouded in the crimson moonlight, in the shadow of an inconspicuous stone, a translucent insect with twelve segments was smashed into a pulp by the stone Tang threw.

The translucent insect exploded. The Time Insect, which was a split-off from a mythical creature, was crushed into a pulp by a stone, and its extraordinary properties could not be recovered.

"To be honest, you two are really alike, especially in your tone... You really have the potential to attract an audience, why don't you try to compete for that position?"

Amon's voice did not stop, after all, He had more than just an avatar hidden here.

"Well, I'm quite satisfied with my current situation. I'm not interested in having five heads for the time being."

After Tang threw a stone and killed a Time Worm, he shrugged helplessly in the unknown direction, as if he had done nothing at all.

He raised an arm to support his chin and said with some distress, "The five paths of omniscience and omnipotence are completely hostile to my boss. Even if we try to seize the uniqueness of these five paths or the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 1 to hinder the resurrection of the original God, it is most likely the product of dancing on my boss's grave."

"If I don't go and steal it, you'll just mock me; if I do go and steal it, you won't be happy."

Moreover, Zun Zun Bao hasn't made any effective moves for a long time, especially with him.

By tracing the process from the outcome, occupying the apex of both the thief's and the fool's paths, and to the greatest extent possible curbing the resurrection methods of the Heavenly Venerable of Fortune and Profound Yellow, this may also be a predetermined arrangement in the dark.

Amon gave a cryptic laugh.

Tang changed the subject.

"By the way, would you be interested in becoming one of my benefactors?"

He asked calmly.

“I can grant you the power of grace, allowing you to return to Sequence 1 even without extraordinary traits. This way, you gain power, and I don’t have to waste time dealing with you. Isn’t it a win-win situation?”

"Are you trying to cheat a thief who was once a master of deception?"

Amon's figure gradually appeared in front of Tang.

He had a broad forehead, a thin face, wore a topped black soft hat, and a matching magician's robe. In his left eye socket, he wore a monocle carved from crystal.

A thousand years have left no trace of time on this blasphemer; he remains young, seemingly cynical, with a deep sense of wickedness and a mischievous nature, harboring considerable malice.

As if swayed by Tang's sweet words, the former King of Angels emerged from a hidden corner under the crimson moonlight and met Tang's gaze.

Amon adjusted the monocle he wore over his left eye: "You seem quite interested in me."

"Aren't you quite interested in me too?" Tang smiled slightly, "especially when you couldn't help but want to parasitize me, to steal my thoughts and memories, but stopped yourself because of your own spiritual warning."

Amon's lips curled slightly, and he said softly, "Yes."

The next moment, Amon's expression froze.

Tang looked up at the blood moon overhead, and it was as if he had passed through the blood moon and seen the spirit world that was completely overlapping with reality. He saw the boundless gray mist above the spirit world and the magnificent palace.

Behind Amon, a giant clock suddenly appeared.

The clock was dark and mottled, and the twelve hands, each symbolizing time, were turning counterclockwise. The sound of the clock spinning was so loud that it seemed to be heard throughout Backlund, like a bell announcing the end of the world.

Mr. "Mistake," Nicola Flamel, is here!
Tang's long conversation with this guy wasn't just because he was bored.

Amon's body seemed to be frozen in time. As time rapidly passed, his body gradually transformed into a series of twelve-segmented insects. These insects tried to detach from his body, but were firmly fixed in place by the mottled dark blue clock behind Amon.

Amon's projection in Euclidean space was instantly disassembled into countless complex concepts.

This is one of the extraordinary abilities of the "Observer": things in front of the "Observer" will be disassembled to the greatest extent possible into mystical models that can be disassembled and pieced back together.

Deep within the spirit realm, in a place even more supreme than the seven beams of pure light, Mr. "Mistake" at the head of the bronze table lightly tapped the surface of the table, leisurely gazing at the scene of the eastern district of Backlund presented before him.

This echoes the "Amun" model observed in Euclidean space, forming a mystical connection between the two.

If you can observe, you can interfere; if you can interfere, you can manipulate.

Mr. "Mistake" straightened his black silk hat. Using the Time Worms that merged into the gray fog as a lever, he pried open a portion of the power of the "Source Castle." The "Source Castle" symbolized the high position of the highest-ranking member of the Three Schools of Ghosts. With the effects of "Mistake" and "Fooling," he attempted to use Amon's clone to symbolically reverse the location of this blasphemer's true body!

Thus, all of Amon's incarnations in Backlund transformed into the figure of Nicolas Flamel, wearing a black silk top hat and a matching tailcoat. This process of "positioning—fooling—substitution" was rapidly spreading outwards from Backlund along the mystical symbols belonging to Amon.

Wherever the gray-white mist reached, thanks to the high status of the "Source Castle," the "clone regional network" that Amon had once used against Nikolai was no longer effective.

Tang's expression remained unchanged. He stood there patiently for a moment, watching as Amon gradually moved the monocle he wore on his left eye over his right eye before asking:
"Has it been located?"

"Amon" shook his head. "It has parasitized a Sequence 3 level clone, but it can no longer continue."

"After realizing that we could utilize the Source Castle to some extent, the connections between Amon's clones and between the clones and his main body became weaker and weaker."

“He should now have dismantled most of His extraordinary characteristics, with His true form belonging to each of His high-sequence avatars. And each high-sequence thief, through His manipulation, should be equivalent to His true form, and at the same time, equivalent to His avatar.”

The concepts of "clone" and "original body" were subtly misled by Amon.

How can killing the main body be considered killing the clone, and how can killing the clone be considered killing the main body?

Similarly, the clone cannot locate the original body, and the original body cannot locate the clone. When the clone of Sequence 3 is located, because Nikolai is looking for the original body, the clone of Sequence 3 naturally becomes the original body of "Amon" and cannot continue.

From a mystical perspective, Amon's true form has indeed been parasitized by Nikolai.

Even a gecko with its tail cut off can't run as fast as Amon.

"This means that even with the power of the 'Source Castle,' the connection between each high-sequence clone is not strong enough to 'represent the original body,' because all high-sequence Amons are both the original body and clones..."

“I think even if we capture His Sequence 2 level clone, it will be difficult to use this clone to capture all of His Sequence 2 clones and completely lower His level.”

Tang didn't seem frustrated. He nodded, as if he had expected it. "Yes, that's right. Amon is just that cautious."

Tang didn't expect to easily eliminate Amon by using the Source Fortress so unexpectedly.

Otherwise, how could he be called a blasphemer?

“I suspect that Adam created a lot of ‘false Amons’ for Amon. Even if we find one of the Sequence 2 level Amons, that one is probably just a figment of our imagination.”

Tang Xiao: "After all, Adam is still alive... Moreover, I also suspect that Amon still covets the position of Lord of Mysteries."

Seeing "Amon" looking over in confusion, Tang said lightly, "Don't forget, there's also an Angel King here."

Mr. "Door" is the Angel King of the Door Path, which is also one of the three mysterious paths. It is currently the only exception that Tang cannot completely control.

After all, Mr. "Door" Bethel Abraham had been imprisoned by the Goddess of Night and the Lord of Storms for a thousand years, and he himself had long been corrupted by the Fallen Mother Goddess.

"But it's not necessary."

“Amon” frowned and said, “Of these three pathways, the diviner and the thief are both with us. The Sequence 2 extraordinary property of the Gate pathway has been acquired by the Abraham family with important seals and is now equivalent to what we possess.”

Mr. "Door" is the Angel King of the Apprentice Path, possessing all three Sequence 1 Extraordinary Properties and Uniqueness, and there is no reason for Amon to transfer to the adjacent "Star Key".

"Moreover, under the current circumstances, the return of Mr. Gate, Bethel Abraham, will inevitably face extremely serious obstacles. Amon is only Sequence 2. Even if He becomes the Key to the Star and successfully advances to the Gate, it will be difficult for him to fight against us who possess the Source Castle."

"Even if the 'Gate' returns, with the help of deities such as the Goddess of Night, we can forcibly reclaim the extraordinary characteristics of the three Sequence 1s and the uniqueness of the Gate, bypass Amon, and once again become the Lord of Mysteries..."

“There is no need for Amon to compete with us. His chances of winning are slim, and the risks and rewards are not equal.”

"Ah, this." Tang pondered for a moment, then gave "Amon" a polite but not elegant smile: "You're right."

"Amon": ...?
Your "You're right, but I think so" expression... makes me feel like something bad is about to happen.

"Has Brooks arrived?" Tang changed the subject, making no attempt to explain what other information was implied in his previous statement.

"Amon" produced a black silk top hat from somewhere and replaced his own pointed soft hat.

He let out a long breath. Nikolai was quite used to the fact that his master of the puppet sometimes made some charlatan-like statements that made people want to punch him.

Why does a dead man like him care about so much? Honestly.

In response, "Amon," who embodies the spirit of a hard worker and is also known as "Mr. Error," Nicolas Flamel, nodded. He adjusted his monocle in his right eye socket and then said, "We've arrived in Backlund. Shall we go retrieve the Red Angels now?"

“Yes, that’s right.” Tang nodded. “After we get the last Conqueror’s Extraordinary Trait, we’ll go to Morola and have a chat with ‘0-01’.”

While we're at it, let's see if we can just get "0-01" directly from the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom.

The city of Morola, a place where the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom guards the sealed artifact "0-01", the unique path of the Red Priest, the Banner of Fallen Gods, also known as the Blood Banner of Salinger.

“Speaking of which,” Tang rubbed his chin, “this thing should also be considered part of our family, right?”

It's not unreasonable for Salinger to give his grandson a small gift when they meet, is it?
Besides, this is His legacy, and Tang felt that inheriting it wouldn't be a problem.

"Amon" remained silent: ...

He had no way to respond to that. You've practically nailed the coffin lid shut, and now you suddenly bring up inheriting someone's estate? Aren't you afraid your grandfather will rise from the dead?
It truly is a case of grandfatherly love and grandsonly filial piety.

The blood moon in the sky did not fade away.

Backlund, Queens, 29 West Vellas Street.

Raft Pound was jolted awake from his sleep to find himself staring in horror at the countless corpses reflected on the ceiling before him.

Every single corpse bore his face!

(End of this chapter)