Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 120 119 Stars
"A fool who does not belong to this era."

With a clang, the gold coin flew upwards.

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

The young man lowered his head, seemingly unaware of the Time Worm's attention. His voice was low and calm, while the flying gold coin had undergone a strange change!

The gold coins rose upwards, and two identical, illusory afterimages of the coins appeared inexplicably in their trajectory. The concept of time was blurred, and the past, present, and future were intertwined, making the solemnity in Pales' eyes deepen.

"You are the yellow and black king of good luck."

Thick gray-white mist burst out from the gold coin and the two phantoms, and a powerful, strange, and twisted force suddenly descended.

The gold coins and the phantom were sacrificed together.

And that endless gray fog is a great existence above the spiritual world. It is high up in the ancient castle, watching from above!

Fooling time, distorting space, making fate no longer coherent and entangled!
Pales turned sideways and stared at the young man who had changed and was completely different from before.

The Worm of Time holds the power over time, and it is self-evident what this gray mist means to those in higher positions.

"you……"

The gray fog spread extremely fast, but Pales was isolated outside. The gray fog completely enveloped Tang and Amon inside. The powerful interference and closed nature made the interaction between the inside and the outside, whether it was space, time or fate, forcibly cut off by external forces at this moment!
"five minutes."

Fooling time, space, and fate, making this area completely independent of the real world's time limit of five minutes.

Amon, who was standing in front of Tang, turned pale. He seemed to be dead, drowned in the illusory river of the future, but Tang was looking at Amon's back.

"You actually have a certain connection with Sefirah Castle."

Behind Amon, another Amon slowly walked out from the shadows.

Apparently, He had used His clone to replace the one who borrowed the Reappearance Talisman yesterday but was drowned in the River of Eternal Darkness instead, thus successfully escaping.

"Interesting. The Secret Servant's potion shouldn't have been found so quickly. Are you collaborating with Dark Night? Did you get the Beyonder properties from Antigonus?"

Amon still maintained his previous posture. Tang just tilted his head and didn't answer. He just smiled and said, "You should die."

He didn't say anything else, stretched out his pale fingers and snapped them.

A dim light suddenly came on.

It was dead silence, the dusk of sunset, the decay of all things, the common withering of all things!

Concepts wither, time withers, and everything will move towards an inescapable eternity at dusk.

This is an extraordinary power that can affect a large area, originating from the Dusk Giant of the Warrior Path Sequence 0 and from the God of War Badheir!

Amon took a step back, the smile on his face not changing at all.

He simply pinched the monocle in his right eye socket, his eyes now showing a cold expression devoid of any emotion, but his voice remained unchanged: "Forget it, once I've parasitized you, I'll know what happened."

The dim light was distorted for a moment, and the dim light disappeared briefly and quickly, and the time for history to exist was about to be stolen.

And there was an extra item in Tang's hand.

'A planetarium for observing the stars'.

Completely different from the once somewhat barren and monotonous planetarium, countless stars are dotted on the astronomical instrument panel, each star is as bright and dazzling as a first-magnitude star. They are connected to each other, and countless transparent threads connect these stars together to guard the huge crystal sphere in the center.

The shadows of stars appeared in the sky at the same moment the planetarium appeared. At dusk, the stars appeared in the sky full of stars, and one of them became even more dazzling and brilliant.

There was an extra notebook next to Tang.

That is the 'star-gazing map book'.

There shouldn't have been any words on the mapping book. Tang hadn't studied it since he got it, but now, the mapping book was densely packed with countless wriggling symbols and mystical symbols.

The surveying book automatically flipped and stopped at the back page.

'XX year XX month XX day'

'Observer: Don Eggers Ramd'

Observation Subject: Klein Moretti

"This is a Fortuneteller Path Sequence 1, serving the mysteries..."

Tang snapped his fingers, and before the dusk had faded, a phantom figure appeared beside him, from illusion to reality. The figure was wearing a black windbreaker, a silk hat, and his face could not be seen clearly.

The illusory figure quickly took shape and stabilized as it left the historical pore. He raised his head, as if looking around, and then his eyes locked on Amon not far away.

At the moment when the historical projection took shape, Amon took action again.

The illusory figure wearing a silk top hat held down the brim of the hat with one hand and reached forward with the other hand, and the thread of Amon's spirit was caught.

The Time Worm transformed into the shadow of a gigantic, ancient, mottled wall clock, which was divided into twelve grids. Each grid was either grayish-white or dark blue, interspersed with each other, yet distinct. As the clock rang, the flow of time in the entire space suddenly accelerated.

"He" stole the control of the spirit thread, and as time accelerated, Amon used it to approach the pulled-out historical projection, further preparing to replace it, allowing the mysterious servant's extraordinary ability to pull out his own historical projection.

But the desolate dusk had not yet completely dissipated. The fading dusk caused the spiritual thread to quickly wither and decay. Time, along with Amon, fell into an uncontrollable stagnation. The dusk's illumination stretched His shadow to an extremely long length.

Amon's figure was once again shackled. The shadow wearing a black hat grafted dusk and Amon together, making Him face the extremely desolate twilight.

Tang Gu watched all this without hesitation. He snapped his fingers again, and an even larger sphere appeared in the sky.

The surface is bumpy, like traces left by countless collisions. It is a dead star.

Those are the stars hanging high in the sky, replacing the sun.

"Black Sun."

With another snap of fingers, the dead, pitted surface of the star suddenly lit up, as if it were revitalized, expanding countless times in an instant.

A huge sun floated in the sky, blending and echoing with the dusk and the stars. The next moment, the scorching black sunlight poured down from the sky.

Every ray of light is chanting, every ray of light is distorting.

It was loud singing, it was crazy praise, the solar storm fell from the sky, sweeping across the entire area shrouded in gray fog.

The marine creatures were deformed. They grew human arms, eyes, faces, and mouths. They gathered together and turned into all kinds of twisted and terrifying monsters.

Their mouths open, they chant mad poetry as they praise the sun, blindly obsessed with the huge black orb in the sky that makes them into monsters.

"Let us praise the sun!"

Sing praises, crazy waves!
Amon's figure suddenly stopped and he looked up at the black sun in the sky.

The black sun set, and a huge sphere fell from the sky. The terrifying pressure made the sea boil, and the huge monster grew countless tentacles, which grabbed Amon.

Amidst the constant mad ravings, and the even more terrifying mental pollution brought on by the setting sun, his body turned into a pool of mud, plunging into the depths of the raging sea, transforming into a monster unable to return to normal. This, along with the Beyonder characteristics within the Time Worm, was also contaminated, transforming him into a madman who madly sang praises of the sun.

But this is not enough.

The sea water created waves hundreds of meters in all directions. The shadowy figure wearing the silk hat reached out his hand again, and the waves disappeared like a miracle.

Tang snapped his fingers again. Five minutes was a short time. He had to kill the Sequence 1 Angel King within that time.

Even if two Sequence 1s joined forces, it would be difficult, almost impossible, to kill an Angel King of the same level who possessed two Sequence 1 potions plus a unique one.

and so--

If two are not enough, then three, four, five.

The black sun fell into the sea, and the spiritual pollution broke out completely. The endless gray fog rippled and enveloped the shadow wearing a silk top hat. However, Tang bathed in the black sun without any resistance.

Amidst the crazy song of praise, the star-observing mapping book turned the pages and continued to flip down.

Another star in the sky swelled up, emitting a blazing light beneath the gray fog.

At the same time, a figure wearing a silk hat was pulling towards the void.

'XX year XX month XX day'

'Observer: Don Eggers Ramd'

Observation Subject: Owen Ramd

"This is a Death Path Sequence 1, the Emperor of the Death Realm..."

A tall figure quickly took shape from the gap in history. The dusk in the sky became dim and the stars became invisible. But apart from a star that looked like countless worms embracing each other, there was another star that emitted an even brighter light.

It was a lifeless star, yet it seemed to possess countless living beings.

The cold wind, accompanied by the equally cold black sun, swept in all directions.

The crazy whispers emanating from the black sun became even hotter, and the voices of praise from countless spirits that had been contaminated by the black sun and had become part of the sun's pollution grew louder and louder. They welcomed the Emperor of Death, and it was the last carnival for the dead.

The underworld descended, and the souls of all the creatures killed by the pollution emerged from the underworld and the spiritual world, constantly gathering into more terrifying spirits.

The concept of 'death' has become an unshakable curse within the gray fog.

A tall figure stood in front of Tang. The surroundings were eerily silent, even the sound and light died at this moment.

Time Worms struggled to emerge from the void one after another. As they died, the Beyonder characteristics within them fell into death, unable to return to their original forms.

This is another Sequence 1 present.

The tall figure took a step forward, and the armor on his body made a low clinking sound.

The figure wearing a silk top hat reached out again, grafting time and space. The space around Amon distorted, and a huge broadsword slashed out from it.

Not far away, Amon stole the power of dusk and artificially created a desolate dusk. He turned his body to block the crazy chanting of the black sun.

The space around him twisted, and a huge broadsword slashed out from it, ready to cut Amon's body in half.

Amon did not retreat but advanced. When the broadsword fell on him, the figure wearing a silk hat replaced his fate of being cut in half, and replaced his fate of being eroded by the desolate dusk all around him.

Correspondingly, Amon appeared not far from Tang.

He looked at Don and stepped forward with a smile.

The tall figure in front of Tang looked over. The power of death was piled on Amon layer by layer, causing his appearance to age uncontrollably, but he was smiling.

Tang could feel that Amon was trying to steal the power that allowed him to exist here, trying to steal this incomprehensible power and then use it for his own benefit.

The pinnacle of the sequence, the top-level cryptographer, is the best at deciphering mysteries and making them work for him/her best.

He was trying to understand the authority held by the mysterious servant before him.

Tang Ze snapped his fingers again, not giving the other party any chance at all.

The surveying book is flipping through.

'XX year XX month XX day'

'Observer: Don Eggers Ramd'

Observation Subject: Brooks

"This is a Red Priest Path Sequence 1, a master of iron and blood, a symbol of war..."

Deep red rust burst out, and the flames symbolizing red and blood ignited the black sun in the distance. The stars in the sky burst out again, and the third star was dazzling, still shining under the influence of the gray fog.

It was a star with deep red rust on its surface, a star filled with the smell of rust and blood.

But this is not a living person, this is a secret doll!
At some point in the sky, a snake with its head and tail connected appeared.

It was a huge, illusory, scaleless snake.

Complex mercury-colored symbols jumped out from it one after another, and dense patterns and symbols formed one wheel after another that was connected to each other.

Sequence 1 of the Destiny Path, pulled by a shadow wearing a silk hat.

It is connected from beginning to end, and inside a mysterious and exaggerated wheel there are countless small wheels connected to each other, which slowly rotate.

Snake of fate, restart of fate!

The fate of the figure in the silk hat being cut in half returned, and Amon's body retreated uncontrollably. He returned to his previous position, about to bear the power of death hidden in the broadsword.

However, the figure in the silk hat did not return to his original position. He manipulated the spirit string of the new secret doll that appeared next to Tang, and then swapped them.

Then, there was the sound of the black sun shattering.

Then, there was the sound of the sea surging even more wildly.

That was war, the iron-blooded red.

Death and war followed, and Amon, one in front and one behind, was about to bear the attack of two Sequence 1s head-on!
Not enough, not enough, not enough.

Don continued snapping his fingers.

"The next step is to increase the intensity."

A phantom appeared in his hand, and this phantom was taking shape rapidly.

That is a book made of brass, the 'Trensest Brass Book'!
Under the dual power of the Lord of Mysteries and the power of Euclidean Space, the only law of uniqueness itself was briefly broken!

(End of this chapter)