Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 119 118 A Fool Who Doesn't Belong to This Era

Amon immediately wanted to give up this body and transform into the Time Worm again to leave, but the electronic sound sounded again.

'Until the mission is completed, you are not allowed to leave and any communication with the outside world is prohibited!'

The dormant subsystem inside the Devil's Secret Doll became a shackle that controlled Amon's clone, forcing the Time Worm to stay inside the Devil's Secret Doll and blocking His ability to leak information!

Having inherited the fate of the marionette, one naturally inherits everything else from it. For example, the system itself, which has already begun to laugh and sing, is preparing a series of combined punches and sharpening its knife to attack Amon.

The system has been successfully updated to version 1.2, and its execution and restraint, which are essentially part of the knowledge wilderness, are quite amazing.

As long as the Book of the Dead is not targeting it, what is it afraid of?
Get high! Get high!

Amon, why don’t you smile? Are you born not to smile?
The text disassembled from the chapters of the Book of the Dead was read out by a mechanical electronic voice at an extremely fast speed. The voice was ups and downs. Those incomprehensible words in the language instantly turned into a torrent of crazy knowledge, which instantly drowned the spirit of the demon marionette and polluted the other party's mental state!
"There is a mystical connection between each Time Worm, and between each Time Worm and the original body."

Tang picked up the Sun Scepter, and black sunlight burst out. He began to reduce the dimension of his attack, using the special features of Euclidean space. The target of the black sunlight was all the clones of Amon in Tingen.

"My sequence is only 4. If we go head-to-head, without the support of Grandpa Pales and the core of the theater, I have no way of dealing with so many Amon clones."

But he didn't need to actually kill these clones of Amon.

"Whether they are low-sequence, mid-sequence, or high-sequence, or even a Sequence 0 True God, they all fear only one thing."

Loss of control, contamination, mental disintegration, physical collapse, sliding into the ground from which there is no return.

Even the true gods of Sequence 0 fear the collapse of this kind of personality and godhead, so they must have a stable anchor, otherwise they will also become crazy evil gods.

The essence of the extraordinary is distortion and chaos, and the underlying logical rules create a rather deformed and terrifying extraordinary realm.

Among the chips that Tang had on the table, there was this kind of thing.

Crazy knowledge from the wilderness of knowledge, spiritual pollution from the sea of ​​chaos.

Even the Euclidean space carries a deadly pollution that can directly upgrade the dimensions of all living beings that steal it, bring them into this space, and assimilate them.

Tang's expression was calm. In the real world, Amon, who occupied the devil's secret doll, had stiff movements in his hands. Amon in front of him took a few steps back, pinched the monocle in his right eye socket, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Hidden Sage?"

Without any warning, a layer of frost formed on the monocle in the devil's marionette's hand.

The next moment, the same frost appeared in the right eye socket of Amon who took a step back.

It was a coldness that could completely freeze the body and freeze the soul and mind.

Through the connection between the Time Worms, an Amon replaced the fate of the Demon Marionette. The existence of the subsystem directly caused Amon's clone to be mentally polluted in a way that was closest to crazy knowledge!

It is hidden too deeply, the secret doll is just a cover, the evil wizard behind it is well aware of Amon's horror, and has prepared the bait from the beginning, just waiting for Amon to log in from another place, and then release the gift that has been prepared long ago to give Amon.

Then, while countless Amon's monocles were being corroded by frost, the black sunlight scattered and bombarded all of Amon's clones in Tingen at one time and in a wide range at an incomprehensible and abnormal angle!

"Praise the sun, praise the sun—!"

Ever since the Sun Scepter polluted the spirits that the Blood Cult had been trying to sacrifice recently during the battle with the Dark God of the Universe, and after it consumed a portion of the 'Ocean Singer' potion, the shouts of the Sun Scepter have been accompanied by the voices of many spirits.

Thousands of crazy cries from countless spirits formed a frenzy of pollution, and the extraordinary power of the manipulators opened the doors to the minds of those Amons.

'Sun! Sun! Praise the sun!'

The cold and frozen feeling spread rapidly along with the countless mystical connections, followed by crazy and low mutterings, like the last dream talk of an ancient god before his death, creating an extremely contagious wave of madness!

The clone spreads to the clone, and the clone transmits it to the original body. As long as there is no defense and it is not stopped in time, this pollution will directly affect Amon's original mental state.

Black sunlight scattered from above, from underfoot, from the water, from every incomprehensible and defenseless angle. The crimson moon in the sky was stained with black, as if a corner of it had been wiped off.

at the same time--

'Knowledge, by person.'

After consuming a certain amount of knowledge fragments, twisted rays of light appeared on Tang's clothes one after another. They were white, pure white made up of countless symbolic symbols in the sense of mysticism.

His voice, his eyes, his face, his every move were accompanied by crazy mutterings. A large amount of incomprehensible mystical knowledge surged through his body along with the crazy knowledge. In Tang's mind, countless things he had seen before, surrounded by mosaics, were all unsealed.

The abyss, Euclidean space, the dark side of the universe... all the images went crazy, forming strings of mystical symbols and a wave of spiritual pollution!
The next moment, Tang grabbed the spiritual thread of the devil's marionette again.

Through the ability of the dimensionality reduction magician to manipulate the spirit thread, the spirit thread was used to weave a channel between the high-dimensional world and the real world. The surging crazy knowledge followed the spirit thread and once again impacted Amon's clone who was firmly controlled by the system.

Through the connection between Amon's clone and Amon, the pollution is transmitted again!
The demon of knowledge, the crazy mystery!
The impact of mental pollution drove the Time Worm crazy. He was crazy, and this madness also followed the connection of mysticism, spreading in an infectious manner to the surrounding areas.

Amon's expression froze as he stood there. A massive mental shock immediately destroyed all of Amon's clones in Tingen, and this shock was rapidly spreading to the entire Amon network, attacking all Amons!

The clever traps and strange puppets made Tang's magic potion of the trickster be digested quickly.

The figure of Pales Zoroast appeared not far from the Demon Marionette.

He raised his hand, and the sluggish Amon's clone uncontrollably transformed into a time worm with twelve segments. However, the time worm had been contaminated several times and became mottled, without the translucency that a time worm should have.

Pales stared at the Time Worm, then raised his head to look at the Devil Marionette who had regained control.

"It seems to have been resolved..."

"Pallez, it's you after all."

Suddenly, a laughing voice came from behind.

Pales paused and slowly turned his head.

A young man wearing a pointed hat, with a broad forehead and a thin face walked out of a house. Before that, no one noticed that there was an Amon hiding in that place!
This scene seemed familiar to what happened in the castle before, but its nature was completely different.

The angel of Zoroaster slowly turned his head, his deep eyes fixed on the man before him. He wiped the monocle in his hand and put it on before his right eye. "Surprised? Your accomplices don't seem to have noticed me."

He sighed deeply, as if putting an end to the long chase, "Amon."

"It was a very interesting game of chase." Amon had a smile on his face, without any signs of being eroded by crazy knowledge and the Book of the Dead. "It was a grand show, very interesting. I saw a lot of familiar and unfamiliar things. Who did you cooperate with..." Pales immediately raised his hand, and Amon pinched the monocle carved from crystal.

Both were Sequence 1 angels, and both sides knew each other's backgrounds clearly. Especially after learning that the other had successfully obtained the second Beyonder characteristic of the Time Worm, Pallez Zoroast would not give the other party the opportunity to complete the Fate Grafting!

The battle between the two sides was about to break out.

"when--"

The battle begins for the Sequence 1 Angel of the Thief's Path.

The demon puppet that had left the battle stopped not far away, lowered its head tightly, and did not look at the battle in front of it.

In the Euclid space, Tang Ze looked solemnly at the building where Amon walked out.

As he observed the building from a magnified perspective within Euclidean space, he discovered the unreality of the building.

"The building was imagined, and Amon hid inside it to avoid observation. Did He steal Adam's Bone Church, or did Adam also interfere?"

The high-sequence authority of the audience channel obscured the observation of the Euclidean space, and nothing deeper was analyzed. Before Amon came out, Tang subconsciously ignored this part of the abnormality.

Just like the time when they faced the Dark Side God, the High-Sequence Beyonder in the audience channel was indeed the most disgusting demigod.

Tang quickly withdrew his gaze, his heart sinking to the bottom of the sea. "Amon's true form has been hiding in Tingen. Has he discovered Pales, or even me, long ago?"

He took a deep breath, "System."

Amon probably completed the replacement of his fate a long time ago. The pollution that spread to the Amon Network was harmless at all. Perhaps it only severely damaged a Sequence 2 clone and had no effect on Amon's original body.

He just watched the battle quietly, happily observing the efforts of Pales and his companions, and finally floated out of the battlefield, expressing a cunning expression of "What are you all doing? Since you are so afraid of me, yet you are plotting against my clone, then I am about to come out."

This is the King of Angels, this is Amon, the God of Mischief, the God of Cunning.

Tang flicked a gold coin without looking at the front or back of the coin. The next moment, he exchanged places with the demon marionette at the edge of the battlefield.

"Ok?"

Tang suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

Not all gods fighting for the Sequence 0 throne are like tyrants. Wherever they go, everything within a hundred miles will be reduced to ruins, leaving nothing behind.

The High-Sequence Beyonders of the Gou San Family excel at secrecy and are adept at performing incomprehensible and bizarre acts with minimal damage. The same is true of the struggle between the Time Worms.

Countless pieces of rubble floated up from the earth, and the crimson moon in the sky was long gone. Conceptual theft, constantly replacing each other's fate, looking for the grafting of fate, and cunningly hiding in the shadows of objects, Amon parasitized Pallez's Time Worm to obtain nutrients and grow stronger, and Pallez parasitized Amon's Time Worm to obtain extraordinary characteristics.

Each Pales put on a monocle, and each Ammon lowered his head with a serious look on his face.

The concept here completely lost its original function. Gravity was reversed, and the passage of time was no longer normal. A Sequence 4 Trickster suddenly joined and caught Amon's attention. A clone of the Time Worm appeared in front of Tang, but its position was stolen the next second. Pallez's Time Worm replaced the fate of Amon's Time Worm.

The crazy knowledge in Tang was just hidden, and the old man did as expected, a large-scale grafting, a large-scale theft, making him, Amon, and Tang disappear.

Tingen returned to peace, and everything remained the same as when the two angels and a demigod left. Concepts were lost, and the place became distorted, weird, and grotesque.

But no one cares, and no one can care.

The next moment, in the depths of the raging sea.

Amon was the first to break away from this passive situation and asked curiously, "Pallez, why did you bring me here?"

He asked jokingly, "You can't have already chosen a cemetery for yourself, so you want to bury yourself in advance and die with dignity, right?"

The old man stood beside Tang. Tang raised his hand, revealing a rectangular, glowing talisman in his hand.

That was the spell that reappeared yesterday.

Amon narrowed his eyes behind his monocle.

"history."

As this word appeared, a pure and clear light lit up, and the spell from yesterday was activated again.

But in the next second, Pales stretched out his hand, and Amon did the same.

Pales' figure twisted, and the spell that had reappeared yesterday solidified in mid-air. The pure and clear light began to dim rapidly.

"Borrowing strength from history, from the past? Hmm, the extraordinary abilities of ancient scholars..."

Amon stole the power to recreate yesterday's spell!
But He had just said half of His words when He suddenly stopped.

He saw a historical fog and a huge, cold, strange and silent mausoleum.

Countless spiritual threads floated on the huge feathered serpent, and beneath it was an illusory layered river, flowing silently and slowly.

There was a person sitting high in the sky.

The other person's eyes met Amon's, and Amon's expression froze. In the next second, the illusory river under the feathered serpent suddenly emerged with hands one after another, grabbing Amon's hands, grabbing his feet, and grabbing his monocle.

These hands that stretched out from the illusory river were exactly the same. They grabbed Amon and wanted to drag Amon into the illusory river!

real world.

Tang held out his hand, and in it appeared a gold coin.

It was a gold coin wrapped in gray fog!
"A fool who does not belong to this era..."

His eyes became deep and silent, and ancient language slowly sounded.

"You are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog..."

(End of this chapter)