Arcanum: Chaos Path

Chapter 237: Mutated Amon Clone

"It's unfair!" As soon as Luo Lin said this, Amon's clone cried out in injustice: "I don't have any bad intentions. I'm just a poor little clone enslaved by my original body. I would never dare to have any bad intentions!"

"Wow!" Luo Lin raised his eyebrows and looked at the Amon clone in front of him with some surprise.

After all, these words...the normal Amon clone really can't say them.

Is this evolution or mutation?

"Then tell me, why did you come to Backlund?" Rowling asked with a smile.

"The reason I came to Backlund is because of you, Lucifer!" The suspected mutated Amon clone rummaged in his pocket and took out a small booklet. When he opened it, he saw that it was full of various "Lucifer stories".

"After you asked your original body to help publicize your deeds, it assigned tasks to us clones. Other places are easy to deal with, but Backlund is your private territory after all, and no one dares to come here, so..."

Amon's mutated clone revealed a look of grief and indignation at this point. "We held another Mongolian referendum, but to our surprise, they blew the whistle, and I, poor me, became the scapegoat... Well, anyway, I'm here to help you, Lucifer."

Upon hearing this, Luo Lin glanced at Amon's clone and smiled. He didn't say whether he believed it or not. He just smiled and patted Amon's clone on the head. After the latter grimaced in pain, he said, "Come on, do a good job."

He didn't care whether Amon had any bad intentions. After all, Rowling had done all the necessary protective work. Not only did he let Amon sign the contract in the presence of his biological father, but he also asked Mr. Men to help put some protection on Klein and others just in case. If Amon really didn't behave, he could just wait for his father's iron fist!

Luo Lin then looked at the War Angel and said, "It's almost time. See you next time, Medici."

"Ha! I didn't expect you to give me a good show before I leave." The War Angel withdrew his gaze from Amon's clone and then fell on Luo Lin. He curled his lips and said, "I hope that next time we meet, someone can have a little more self-awareness."

"Don't make trouble. I've always been very self-aware, okay?" Luo Lin glanced at him, then looked at Medici and said, "Don't you have anything to say?"

"What is there to say?" Medici raised his eyes and looked at the War Angel, who immediately returned his gaze. The two pairs of almost identical red eyes stared at each other, and finally both sides sneered, and no one spoke again.

Seeing this, Luo Lin shook his head and said nothing more, and canceled the summons to the war angel.

……

The Fourth Age

The war angel opened his eyes, and saw a familiar scene before him. He had returned to his own era. Everything that had just happened seemed like a dream, but the war angel knew clearly that it was not a dream.

"What's wrong, Medici?"

Ouroboros's slightly puzzled voice sounded beside him, and the War Angel then remembered what he had been doing before - he was discussing with the Great Snake and the Lord about the next hunt for Soran and Einhorn.

Of course, when we call it a discussion, it actually means that the War Angel is unilaterally talking about his own plan. After all, you really can't expect the stupid snake Ouroboros to give any useful suggestions.

As for the real Creator - no matter how much the War Angels respect the Lord, they cannot deny that the current Lord is often in a state of madness. Although the real Creator of this era can control himself most of the time because of the large number of anchor points and does not harm others, unlike the later generations who use delirium to make believers lose their minds because of madness, but we really cannot expect such a Lord to give us advice.

The War Angel's gaze lingered on the True Creator for a moment, then he lowered his eyes.

He hadn't truly experienced the hot pot incident, so unlike the future Medici, he wasn't sure how to face his true Creator. But after knowing that future, even the War Angel couldn't say he didn't have mixed feelings when facing the Lord. But the War Angel ultimately said nothing, and did nothing. He simply looked at Ouroboros, the Angel of Fate, and suddenly said, "Great Snake, can you see my destiny?"

Ouroboros was stunned for a moment, then looked at the War Angel seriously. After a few seconds, he shook his head and said, "I can't see clearly."

Although the destiny channel has certain predictive abilities, it is actually quite limited. You cannot see the future of anyone you want.

At least at this moment, the angel of fate Ouroboros really couldn't see Medici's future clearly.

The War Angel was not surprised by this result. He was just a little absent-minded as he thought about everything he had just seen in the future.

"Even the Lord of Mysteries probably doesn't possess such power..." The War Angel was evaluating this in his heart. Suddenly, he thought of something and smiled.
"Conscientious boss...ha!"

……

Luo Lin did not make things difficult for the suspected mutated Amon clone, nor was there any need to do so.

After all, even without mentioning the protection that Rowling had put in place and the Sun God's sandbag-sized fist, just considering Amon's characteristics - if one clone was discovered, there might already be Amon everywhere - in this regard, Rowling had no need to make things difficult for an obvious Amon clone.

Moreover, Rowling believed that Amon was a smart man, and smart people would not do anything to challenge his bottom line.

So Rowling simply said goodbye to Amon's clone, sent Medici back to work, and went back to the other space to catch up on his sleep.

After Rowling and Medici left, Amon's clone, who was left there, also breathed a sigh of relief.

"That was a close call. I thought I was dead this time." Amon's clone patted his chest with some fear, put away the booklet with "Lucifer's Story" written on it, and then slowly took off the monocle on his face and wiped it, while wiping, he said thoughtfully:
"I didn't notice any fighting just now. Bethel must have helped seal off the space... Is it something secret that no one else can know?"

"...We need a war angel to take action, considering Backlund's current situation, Augustus?" A thoughtful look flashed across Amon's clone's eyes. "He" curled his lips, thinking of the intelligence he had recently learned, and said with a smile:
"If William really fell, even if the space was sealed off perfectly, Augustus or the three major churches would have reacted by now. So it was just a fight..."

"The Aurora Society has indeed been making some unusual moves recently, actively contacting the Loen royal family. Is this a demonstration of strength? Interesting. Given my father's style, it's impossible for him to truly cooperate with Augustus, so..."

"A scam?" Amon's clone shook his head and made the sign of the cross on his chest. He said, "I hope the Augustans are alright."

Then Amon's clone raised his hand and touched the bump on his head. He took a deep breath, sighed, and said, "Alas, this is really an unexpected disaster."

If He really had any bad intentions, He would have accepted the beating, but the fact is that He really doesn't plan to do anything recently!

The original body had sent Him to Backlund simply to observe the growth of little Amon and the situation in Backlund.

"Speaking of little Amon..." Amon's clone's expression became strange, and he murmured, "Can they really gain humanity by raising children the way they do?"

Amon's clone was very suspicious.

(End of this chapter)