Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 428 Amon the Killer

"Then how about you give it to me?"

Amon's slightly smiling question silenced the room.

Once again, everyone's eyes were on the violin case that was only a step away from Klein.

Grove's face was full of astonishment, while Delink's expression was extremely grim.

The Castilian family angel who wanted to retreat also stopped. If it really was the "Hand of Order" trait, then not only him, but even the ancestors of the Castilian family would come!

"Damn it!" An even more intense light surged from Delink Augustus's body, threatening to annihilate all of Amon's clones.

"Heh!" Amon chuckled softly, adjusted his monocle, and with a slight movement, slipped through the loophole, remaining in the "Balancer's" domain without being punished.

"Derlink, your opponent should be me!" The angel from the Castile family returned to the battlefield and dealt a brutal blow to Delink Augustus!

The tide of battle turned completely.

"Then I'll take that as a yes." Amon suddenly placed his hand on the violin case.

The next moment, Amon blinked and looked at "Chunas Korg," who was closest to him.

Klein looked at Amon's hand resting on the violin case and gave him a grotesque smile, like a clown.

"So you've finally met your match!"

Klein drew his gun and fired at top speed!

His first shot hit the lock on the violin case, causing a slight leak in the perfect seal. This leak was reflected in reality as the area of ​​"Forbidden Extraordinary, Augmented Reality" expanding to a full three meters.

Everyone within that three-meter radius, including Amon's clones and Klein, had lost all their extraordinary abilities.

boom!

Klein's second shot hit Amon, who was three steps away and staring at him through the violin case. Within seven steps, the gun was fast and accurate!

Amon instinctively reached out to steal the bullet, but he failed; the bullet pierced his body and splattered blood.

Although this body is parasitic, He is still Amon!

"...Interesting!" Amon looked at the bloody holes on his body, and after his initial shock, he just smiled.

"You remind me of a toy I had when I was a child, that brass book that often suppressed my extraordinary abilities."

Forbidden Extraordinary, Brass Book… These keywords made Klein’s brow twitch incessantly. You’re treating uniqueness like a toy?!

"And you're very strange." Amon's next words made Klein's heart tighten.

"You actually dared to shoot me? I haven't met such a brave person in a long time. Coincidentally, I met one recently, and he's also a Sequence Four."

Amon paid no attention to his bleeding wounds, but looked at Klein with great surprise.

Klein's hand holding the gun trembled slightly; Amon had already recognized him.

"You actually delivered yourself right to my doorstep!" Amon gently adjusted his monocle.

"What are you talking about?" Klein vehemently denied it, then fired several shots!

Bang bang bang!

Several more bullets were fired, piercing Amon's forehead.

One Amon fell, two Amons fell, three Amons fell!

Klein has earned the title of "Amon Killer"!

"Do you have as many bullets as I have clones?" The other manifested Amons surrounded him, and Klein was about to be overwhelmed by them.

"..." Klein suddenly felt a little nervous. There really wasn't!

He put the violin case back on his back, opened it completely, and expanded the forbidden extraordinary domain once again, this time even covering half of the "Balancer's" domain.

Grove, having lost his extraordinary abilities, was fleeing Klein in horror.

Klein's face was ashen as he continued firing. With the augmented reality feature amplifying the firearms' lethality, he was practically killing Amon with every shot. Klein had reached the pinnacle of his life.

"How many bullets do you have left?" Amon stared at the gun in Klein's hand as a group of Amons approached.

Grove had given Klein only two guns, each with two magazines.

More and more Amons are surrounding him now. Even if all the bullets are fired, most of the Amons will still be standing. In this situation, one punch from one Amon could knock Klein down!

If Amon gets his hands on the violin case, he might reseal it, at which point Klein will have no chance at all.

"Amon!" Klein suddenly heard a voice even more majestic than Delink Augustus's, as if it represented order itself.

That sound almost made Klein kneel down and offer up the violin case.

William Augustus!

The name came to Klein's mind; only he could have put him, carrying the violin case, into this strange state.

Moreover, His attack target was not Himself!

All of Amon's clones suffered horrific blows. As a fellow Sequence One "Hand of Order," William Augustus was very adept at suppressing such domains.

"It's William!" Nearly half of Amon's clone collapsed and became Time Worms. But at this moment, Amon stopped "playing" with Klein. Outside the Forbidden Domain, Amon's clone, which was not suppressed, made its move.

With a gentle lift of his hand, he grasped the space within a radius of several hundred meters centered on Klein in his palm.

He stole the entire space!

Klein was in this space, and his brow twitched when he saw this scene. At this moment, he couldn't care about anything else. He put the violin case on the ground, opened the lid, and took out the frozen scepter.

At this moment, the power of the scepter, now free of a seal, surged, and the forbidden area expanded wildly once more, enveloping an area of ​​several hundred meters and erasing the effect of "stealing".

laugh!

Klein felt the frozen scepter in his hand come alive. He turned his head and saw that the boundary between the spirit world and the real world had blurred. At the end of his vision was a familiar man.

The man had a square face, black hair, blue eyes, a high nose, a thick beard, and a rather solemn expression.

Klein was familiar with this gentleman because he was the portrait on the Rune gold pound!

This is definitely one of Klein's favorite looks.

He used some means to project his power through the spirit world and attacked Amun.

William I drew a silver rapier, pointed it forward and made a light slash. Without saying a word, each of Amon's clones was divided into a different space, each space with different or even completely opposite rules!

This bizarre state plunged Amon into a state of chaos and strangeness.

After all, Amon only had one consciousness, and the conflict of these countless rules directly caused His eyes to glaze over.

Klein also received a very special treatment in this classification of swords.

The space he was in was so small it resembled a coffin, or perhaps another violin case, which resealed him and the scepter.

"Amon, help me!" Klein felt he couldn't break free from this confinement, so he could only place his hopes on Amon.

(End of this chapter)