Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 121: The Incarnation of 120 Spirituality and Spiritual Numbers

The brass book appeared in Don's hand, then defied the laws of gravity and flew into the sky.

The black light scattered around, and in the dusk and scarlet, this "0" level seal slowly unfolded in mid-air. A new rule suddenly appeared on the blank page of the seal. It was a text written in mercury-colored characters.

'No stealing allowed here!'

This is a decree against Amon!
Amon collided head-on with the Broadsword in front of him and the Iron Blood behind him.

His body was instantly twisted into an irregular arc by the impact of the two enormous forces, his abdomen was sunken, his spine was broken, his monocle was stained bright red, and blood was continuously spurting out of his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

The blood dripped onto the turbulent sea, polluting layer after layer of living beings.

The tall figure in front of Tang took another step forward. This time he shortened the distance and appeared in front of Amon, who was twisting his body, in the blink of an eye.

The Pale Emperor wanted to pull out Amon's spirit and drag it into the underworld.

But Amon, whose body was bent to an unbelievable degree, suddenly smiled at him.

A pure light flashed across the monocle, it was the brilliant light of the eternal sun!
He had once stolen the extraordinary power of the Eternal Blazing Sun! And at this moment, he unleashed it at close range!
Just because you can't steal doesn't mean you can't return it. Amon, who is best at finding loopholes in the rules, flexibly uses the loopholes in the rules of the 'Trensost Brass Book' to influence the surrounding things before the rules are completely blocked.

He returned all the attacks of the Eternal Sun that he had stolen at once.

A blazing beam of light erupted with Amon as its center. The light was blindingly bright, and the singing voices of countless spirits from the Black Sun vanished in an instant. The already desolate dusk in the sky completely dissipated.

At this moment, the sky exploded again. The only secret doll present stretched out his hand, and a bolt of lightning from the blue sky roared down from above his head.

Sequence 2 of the Red Sacrifice Path, the potion is called Weather Warlock.

The Conqueror Marionette began to manipulate the weather in the area, intending to bombard Amon with extreme weather.

The Brass Book of Trunsoest began to write down the rules, but an Amon appeared beside it at some point, reaching out to try to grasp the uniqueness of this Judge's path.

Don snapped his fingers again.

The surveying book was flipped again, and two stars in the sky lit up.

Doors appeared in the sky, seemingly opening the gateway to another dimension. Behind the doors, they seemed to connect to different dimensions. All the doors opened before Amon, and he reached out to touch the Brass Book of Trunsost, passing through these twisted, layered doors!
He could no longer touch the 'Brass Book of Trunsoest', and his hand directly touched the black sun that sank to the bottom of the sea.

Mental pollution eroded Amon's spirit in the most intuitive way, like oil, flowing through his touch, blending into his flesh and blood, and soaking into his thoughts.

Two illusory figures took shape beside the 'Trunsost Brass Book'. They were both Sequence 1 Apprentice Path, Star Key.

'XX year XX month XX day'

'Observer: Don Eggers Ramd'

Observation Subject: Olsson Abraham

"This is a Sequence 1 Apprentice Path, the closest to the Gate of Ten Thousand Gates among the descendants of Abraham..."

'XX year XX month XX day'

'Observer: Don Eggers Ramd'

Observation Subject: Anjie

"This is a Sequence 1 of the Apprentice Path. A traveler, a mentor to apprentices, and a symbol of all gates..."

The place struck by the power of the eternal blazing sun fell peacefully once again. The concept of death was frantically devouring the suns here, dragging all suns into eternal silence. The blood oozing from the twisted Amon's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose miraculously flowed back. Amon recovered, as if he had never been hurt, and easily dodged the lightning that exploded nearby.

Then, a shadow appeared around the 'Brass Book of Trunsoest' floating in the sky. It was something that emerged from the polluted body of Amon.

An even more twisted and corrupted voice appeared.

'Fallen'.

That is the most genuine malice, that is the twisted filth filled with divinity, that is—

Sequence 0, the Hanged Man's extraordinary power, that is the true Creator!
The two Star Keys attacked at the same time, expelling Amon's clone.

Layer upon layer of light gates unfolded, but the sound seemed to distort the entire space. Shadows appeared on the 'Brass Book of Trunsost', and the characters that danced like mercury became distorted and chaotic.

"The above rules are invalid."

The next moment, the contaminated Amon's clone was expelled by countless doors and thrown into the sea next to the black sun.

The seabed was dead silent and dark, and the huge celestial body was sinking continuously, but a black viscous liquid like oil was constantly oozing out from its surface, floating upwards with the buoyancy of the sea water.

The figures wearing silk hats attacked at the same time, transferring the polluted fate of Amon's clone to Amon's original body.

The mercury snake turned again, and the last line of words that appeared on the 'Brass Book of Trunsoest', which was influenced by the fallen authority of the true creator, slowly dissipated, and the rules began to be written down.

Two Star Keys joined the battle, and Amon, who had just recovered, was once again besieged.

The battle reached a fever pitch. Amon was clearly struggling to cope with the combined might of seven Sequence 1s: two Mystical Attendants, two Star Keys, a Pale Emperor, a Conqueror, and a Mercury Serpent.

But He remained calm. He was observing, thinking, and looking for a breakthrough in the interweaving of fate. He continued to use the things he had stolen to resolve the crisis.

Finally, he seemed to realize something. He looked at Tang in the distance who did not actually participate in the battle, and seemed to have found the key to a breakthrough.

"It's really tricky."

The figure wearing a silk top hat reached out and lowered the hat on his head. The next moment, the fog of history filled the air again.

In the gap of history, almost like climbing a castle, a life form wearing an intricate and gorgeous yet dark and gloomy black dress walked out. It had no head but was holding four identical heads with blond hair, red eyes and bright appearance in its hands.

The four beautiful heads held in the hands looked at Amon at the same time. The eight eyes turned scarlet, and Amon's figure, dodging with the broadsword, turned into a black lamb.

Prisoner Path Sequence 2, Ancient Evil.

Sheep curse!

Tang snapped his fingers again, "I told you, Amon, it's time for you to die."

The Black Lamb was sluggish and suffered a lightning strike.

He once again gave up his body, replacing his fate with his clone, and escaped the curse and lightning strike.

What greeted Him next was a tornado rising from the sea. That was the power of the wind, the power of nature. The sudden change in weather swept out the solar pollution that had sunk to the bottom of the sea and flew it into the sky. Seawater mixed with horribly polluted water poured down from the sky.

The gloomy sky changed.

Dusk has arrived.

Tang took a step back. The fog of history surged wildly. Rays of light flashed through the eternal gray fog, converging rapidly.

The surveying book was flipped again, and this time it stopped at the very back.

'XX year XX month XX day'

'Observer: Don Eggers Ramd'

Observation Object: Badhair

'This is the dead god, this is the vanishing star!'

The sky seemed to have a crack, and under the gray fog, Amon raised his head in surprise.

This time, he was truly surprised. It was a figure as gigantic as a mountain, gradually emerging from the mists of history, facing the desolate, lonely, deadly, and eternal dusk.

That was the orange dusk, that was——

"Badhair?"

God of War, Badheir?
Was He made into a secret doll?

"Ah."

Tang smiled inexplicably. The system, which had been frozen for a long time, finally spoke weakly, "Isn't Badhair, isn't Sequence 0?"

'Why is He here?'

"Ancient scholars were unable to project a historical perspective on the true God because the true Gods were all extraordinary beings possessing uniqueness."

"Since the 'Brass Book of Trunsoest' can be pulled out, why can't the true God be pulled out?"

“But…”

But that's a Sequence 0 True God, and something clearly seems off. Host, how on earth did you manage to turn Him into a secret puppet?!

A programming error and excessive computation caused the system to subconsciously clear its cache. It only heard its host slowly say, "You're doing the right thing."

"W-what?" The system was stunned.

Tang tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk again, then said, "Clean up your memory, um, clean it up properly, and please crash it protectively, thank you."

'……'Host, you are quite polite.

"Oh, one more thing." Tang stopped the system from freezing. "Get the Necronomicon."

He laughed, "Not enough."

A Sequence 0 can't kill Amon.

The system shuddered inexplicably, and obediently pulled the "Book of the Dead" out from the bottom of the warehouse and gave it to the host, then pretended to be dead and ran away.

Holding the Necronomicon under his arm, Tang looked at the battlefield again.

The sunset obscured the inhaled tornado and the constantly drifting black sun spiritual pollution. A figure wearing a silk hat appeared on the shoulder of the dusk giant at some point, and a huge mercury snake slowly flowed and floated in the sky.

As the sun set, Amon's condition became even worse.

His thoughts began to stagnate, his movements became stiff, and the 'Brass Book of Trunsoest' wrote down more rules. As if frantically eating dynamite, he enquired about all of Amon's extraordinary abilities, with Sequence 1 of the Thief's Path as the center and the entire Thief's Path as the radius.

The appearance of the god of war Badheir tilted the already tilted balance again, and this time it was even more serious, enough to cause Amon's real death.

The gray fog blocked outside help, and Amon's brother Adam could not easily pass through the area doubly blocked by the Lord of Mysteries and Euclid Space.

The Angel King that the audience passed by, would He dare to try to break through the battle between the extraordinary characteristics that are most likely brought about by the revival of the Lord of Mysteries?

Once you force your way in, you might become the Lord of Mysteries' next bedtime dessert.

It might not be the kind that’s easy to prepare, but it’s definitely edible.

After all, the Lord of Mysteries versus the Writer, whoever wins will lose. Even a story written by a third-rate writer like Ince Zangwill cannot cover up the overwhelming victory with coincidence.

It looks like victory has been achieved.

Tang stretched out his hand again, and pressed his middle finger with his pale thumb again, preparing to snap his fingers again.

The figure wearing a silk hat began to manipulate the thread of Amon's spirit. Under the bleak dusk, the Dusk Giant carried the figure on his shoulders. His figure was shrinking, and the figure in the silk hat also took a step back, actively entering the bleak dusk.

The tall figure beside Tang held a broadsword in his hand, and the deadly power locked onto Amon. Lightning flashed from the sky again and again, and Amon fled in a panic in the dusk, a web of death, war, doors and mysteries.

The net is about to close——

"As expected of Amon, the Angel King of the Thieves' Path, the embodiment of error. He dared to do this amidst the pursuit of so many Sequence 2s, Sequence 1s, and even the Unique and Sequence 0s."

"Yeah, Adam."

Amon suddenly stopped where he was.

He slowly turned his head, and even though he was so far away, he still looked in the direction of Tang.

Behind Tang, a snake-like figure wrapped around him.

Parasite.

"Imagination." Tang didn't look at Amon who appeared behind him at some point. He tilted his head and looked at the battlefield in the distance that was being bombarded by the various Sequence 1s.

The Dusk Giant has shrunk a lot, but is still incredibly tall.

Everywhere he passed was dyed orange, and he approached Amon step by step, seemingly unaware of the Sequence 1 behind Tang.

The tall figure in front of Tang seemed to be aware of something, but he did not look back.

"Correct. Surprised? Unexpected?"

Amon chuckled, "It took quite a bit of effort to hide your true form. After all, the historical projection you brought here is truly too tricky."

"I discovered a bit of inconsistency in fate, and I tried to do this when I was approaching the uniqueness of the Judge's path."

He hid his true self in the clone that was jointly expelled by the Star Keys, and used Adam's imaginary authority to forge his true self, making the fake indistinguishable from the real one. He lay dormant and approached the only mysterious waiter present who was not a projection of history.

As long as He is replaced, no matter how powerful He is or how many historical projections He can bring, it will be useless.

"What, you're not going to struggle? If you continue to use the historical projection, I think I'm really going to die here."

"How do you know I didn't struggle?" Tang asked, "What do you think is the pollution in me?"

He slowly and strangely turned his head and smiled at Amon who was standing right next to him. "That's the 'future'."

That's the future.

Before Amon could understand the meaning of this sentence, Tang said:
"Also, who said I have to snap my fingers to pull the historical projection? That's not a good impression, Amon."

The Necronomicon he was holding fell down.

Beside him, the mapping book was flipping, impossible to decipher, impossible to look at directly, and the words recording something indescribable were floating again.

The stars in the sky flickered, and traces of fluctuations appeared in a blank area of ​​the planetarium closest to the central crystal planet.

'XX year XX month XX day'

'Observer: Don Eggers Ramd'

Observed Subject: Don Eggers Ramd

'The embodiment of spirituality and spiritual numbers, the sage of hidden knowledge.'

The Necronomicon disappeared.

(End of this chapter)