Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 197 196 Time Worm, Spirit Worm, Star Worm

"Amon deceived me. He told me to focus on the anomaly in Trier. The tributaries of the River of Eternal Darkness and the seal of the Heavenly Venerable Fusheng Xuanhuang are indeed dangerous, but they cannot pose a fundamental threat to me, especially with the presence of a high-ranking person from the Path of Death by my side."

Amon had planned it all out. He obviously had some understanding of his own affairs. This might have come from Adam, or perhaps from the real Creator. Regardless of which one, he had done some intelligence analysis and created a trap specifically for him.

"What a tough guy."

The fact that Amon chose Trier was misleading in itself. What was important was not Trier's abnormality and the degree of protection it could provide for Him, but some of the things He did.

This has nothing to do with Trier's abnormality, and it doesn't even work when facing Nicola and Pales. Only when it involves authority in the dimensional sense, it will be like a mystical bomb that senses a specific signal and then suddenly explodes, targeting only Tang who has the corresponding authority.

Even if it is a secret puppet, it cannot be triggered if it does not have the authority to upgrade its dimension.

"It's too late to stop the dimensional ascension."

Countless lights enveloped this area. The Euclidean space and this space had overlapped, appearing to be stuck together. Forcibly stopping the dimensional upgrade would lead to unpredictable consequences.

The best outcome is that Amon is exiled to an unknown dimension or space, and the worst outcome is that the entire Trier is blown into the sky by the conflicting space turbulence due to the forced termination of the dimension and the resulting spatial mutual repulsion.

Cut off that part and prevent that part from upgrading?

It’s impossible, at least not now that the dimensional upgrade is about to be completed. I can only throw this thing out immediately when I enter.

As a miracle worker with extensive knowledge of the occult, Tang made a prompt decision.

"Continue to ascend, stuff Amon into Euclidean space and call for help. Pull up all the historical pore images of the angel level. If necessary, pull up the me from the more distant future. Even if the Fallen Mother Goddess herself comes to the rescue, Amon will be killed today!"

Tang simply ignored the unknown thing that was ascending in dimension along with him and prepared to enter the Euclidean space to deal with it.

His pupils once again became dark and gloomy, and the light in the entire underground cave reached its peak. Amon's original body and His clones, the two historical pore images, along with the clumps of Heavenly Lord gray fog and the water of the River of Eternal Darkness that Amon had stolen and invaded this space, all entered the Euclidean space.

He reached out into the mist of history, wanting to pull out a row of helpers to gang up on Amon, and get rid of this damned Time Angel in a short period of time before the heresy completely broke out!

Countless brilliant lights illuminated Trier's underground at the last moment. The light flashed by, and then thick darkness invaded again, covering Trier's underground space that had returned to its original state.

Pales walked into the empty cave. He thought for a moment and tilted his head slightly. Before the angels from the church and the Sauron family arrived, his body gradually became transparent and disappeared without a trace.

When the dazzling sunlight shone on this area, there was no trace of any living creatures.

A light, grayish-white mist filled the ground of the pit, but it also kept flowing downwards, as if it was retreating back to a certain area underground.

The powers stolen by Amon had completed their mission. Mixed with the gray mist, the tributaries, as if formed by the convergence of countless colors, reluctantly shrank back into the ground.

The anomaly here obviously attracted the attention of the church and the Sauron family's angels in Trier.

Before Pales and Tang left for too long, someone had followed the traces and found the underground cave where a fierce battle had broken out.

There were two men and one woman who came. They all had the terrifying aura of those in high positions, as if gods were walking on the earth. The anomalies buried in the shadows all shrank back when these people approached, and dared not show their heads again.

The only lady among the two men and one woman was tall. She was wearing an evening gown and stood there like a rising sun, so dazzling that any evil spirit would receive the strongest purification just by getting close to her.

There were two men, one of whom was dressed as a hunter. He walked in front, looking strong and powerful, with a short, thick beard and short, dark gray hair shaved to the point where his scalp was visible. His deep eyes were filled with indifference, and he walked without making any sound.

They walked into the entrance of the underground cave, where a faint gray mist still lingered.

Among the three people, the last one, who was wearing a linen shirt and looked like a scholar, took a few steps forward. He also did not directly approach the area covered by the light gray fog. He seemed to be trying to figure out something.

"A battle at the level of angels, an angel of the thief's path, Amon?"

The tall lady, as bright as the sun, spoke first. Her tone was steady and indifferent, but as she spoke, the slowly receding gray-white mist on the ground began to boil and evaporate, causing the diffuse gray-white mist to shrink back into the ground even faster, and the unique mystical aura of coldness and darkness in this space was also dispelled a lot.

The mystical connotations here are very obvious, and the loss of various concepts allows anyone with a discerning eye to tell at a glance what level the angels fighting here are at, and roughly which path they are on.

There is actually a general understanding among all the angels in the world, the major churches and angel families, and when it comes to the battle of the Thieves' Path...

"Walter, your Artisan Church hasn't reached an agreement with the guys hiding in that small city of Loen yet?"

The sturdy man with a short, thick beard couldn't help but sneer, his tone full of sarcasm.

"Look, every battle makes people feel like they should shove their heads up their asses. If it weren't for the anomaly in Trier that hasn't been resolved yet, I..."

Suddenly, the muscular Intis royal angel stopped what he was about to say.

The three-dimensional angels all heard the abnormal noise. When they looked over, they saw a young man adjusting his monocle walking out of an underground cave filled with light gray mist.

The visitor was wearing a black silk hat and a suit of the same color, and in his right eye socket was a crystal-carved monocle.

This gentleman walking in the dark world was putting a small bottle into his coat pocket. Under the sunlight reflected by his monocle, the angel of the Sauron family subconsciously closed his mouth and looked at Nicolas Flamel with a smile on his face, and gave a somewhat stiff smile.

"Mr. Flamel."

"It seems that Lord Leon has a big misunderstanding about me... Ah, don't mind me. I have always been open-minded to the provocations of hunters. I will not attack these hunters just because of a few words that offend me."

The Sequence 1 angel spoke warmly, "Of course, if they don't understand that provocation is only a means to an end, then I don't mind letting them experience, well, as Lord Leon said, the feeling of having your head shoved up your ass."

"That would be interesting, wouldn't it?" The other party seemed to be smiling, but the eyes behind the monocle revealed a natural indifference and a condescending attitude. The angel of the Sauron family did not feel embarrassed at being exposed, and even interacted with the angel of the Kingdom of Loen quite naturally.

As mentioned before, the extraordinary people from various forces who have reached the angel level actually have certain concepts and tacit understandings with each other.

The angel who was the thief from the Kingdom of Loen had some connection with the Church of the God of Craftsmen of Intis. He had obviously tracked Amon to Trier, so there was no need to offend him.

"Since you've come all the way from Loen to Trier, our Sauron family must treat you well, haha... But, Lord Flamel, are you here to see Amon? What happened here? There must have been a large-scale battle at the level of angels."

But looking at Nicolas Flamel's current state, he doesn't look like he has fought with Amon. Another angel-level thief?
Leon Soren couldn't help but feel a little upset and thought that he was really unlucky.

"It's raised by a sow. Did Intis disturb the thieves' den?"

The anomaly in underground Trier was currently being discussed by the Church and the Soran family, and it was not a good thing for Amon to come to Trier at this time.

Nicholas didn't explain his intentions to these people. He simply said slowly, "Amon's true form sneaked into the underground of Trier and found some interesting things... What did he do? I don't know. Perhaps you should go to him and ask him directly..."

The angel adjusted his monocle and said casually, "Also, it seems Adam has also come to Trier..."

"Adam." When the lady in the evening gown, who was as bright as the sun, heard the name, she withdrew her gaze from the gray mist that was about to dissipate and looked at Nicholas.

She whispered, "Where is He?"

"He's already left." Nicholas told the 100% truth, a smile etched in his voice. "However, I'm not sure how long he stayed in Trier before I discovered him, or what he did here."

He pinched the crystal monocle and said in an encouraging tone, "Perhaps you could look for it?"

Maybe you’ll find it and get a pleasant surprise.

After saying this, Nicholas' figure quickly began to fade away, and the angel from the Church of the God of Craftsmen, who had been standing quietly by the side from the beginning and had a strong bookish temperament, moved his lips, but did not say a word until Nicholas left.

Leon Soran scoffed at the side. "Tsk tsk, I didn't expect that even after becoming a Sequence 2 Angel, you still can't get rid of this habit of being afraid to speak to people."

The angel of the Church of the Eternal Sun, who had the temperament of the sun, hurried away after making sure that the gray fog had completely retreated deeper into the ground. The dumb angel of the Church of the God of Craftsmen also ignored the Hunter Classic's dead mouth and left quickly as well.

Underground Trier is very dangerous. When it comes to high-level matters, the higher the sequence, the more dangerous it is. Even angels cannot stay there for long.

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In Euclidean space.

The sky is a brilliant galaxy, and countless concepts and miniatures are projected onto the sky of this world.

This is a microcosm of the entire planet, with countless mountains, oceans, continents, fogs, islands, various buildings, humans walking among them, lush vegetation, and various strange and extraordinary creatures all contained within this space.
After ascending to this dimension, Tang took out the "Surveying Book for Observing Stars" from the system space.

The surveying book was flipped through frantically, stopping at a few pages.

After ascending to this dimension, Amon's figure was instantly enveloped by countless dazzling crystals. His mind became rigid, but he instinctively made an effective resistance in an instant.

That is light.

"God said, let there be light."

Brilliant, crazy, terrifying waves of sunlight swept wildly across the Euclidean space, but they were all being exiled at an unusually fast speed.

Tang threw all the things that Amon had stolen and released into the ruins of the God's War deep in the Sonia Sea. In this space that observed the entire world, he could raise and lower the dimensions of various things at will. This was one of the reasons why he wanted to pull the battlefield into the Euclidean space instead of fighting Amon in Trier underground.

The mystical power within the Euclid space wanted to completely wrap Amon up and turn him into a specimen of the Time Worm, but the light stolen by Amon was too powerful, causing this covering pollution to stagnate a little, and Amon could not be eliminated in a short time.

Something followed in.

The dark wolf Kotal appeared behind Tang. Through the perspective of this ancient god who had survived from the Second Age, Tang saw what followed him into the Euclidean space.

It was a strange mass of flesh and blood.

"One of Amon's clones."

In this space, Tang's observation ability was magnified to the limit, and he could easily see what was contained in that mass of flesh and blood.

"The Worm of Time, the Worm of Spirit, and... the Worm of Star."

"This is interesting, isn't it?" Amon, who was wrapped in the Euclidean space, pinched the monocle in his left eye socket. He was a Sequence 1 angel, not a clone, and he was not so easy to get rid of.

At this moment, the former King of Angels raised the corner of his mouth.

Tang suddenly understood what Amon was preparing. He wanted to throw this mass of flesh and blood directly back into the real world, but stopped.

"Why not take action? I think you should be able to do it as you please, right? If you do this, then the blood curse that has troubled Abraham for so long can be directly resolved, right?"

Amon asked Tang with a smile, but his words were sharp and chilling.

"Or do you all not want to see Bethel's return?"

Bethel Abraham, Mr. Door!
(End of this chapter)