It was an ordinary paper crane. As soon as it flew out, it burst into scarlet flames and fell to the ground.
Amon, who was looking at the sky, suddenly turned his head and looked at the paper crane that carried the blazing flower. He raised his palm again.
The eyes under the monocle had long since lit up with a cold light.
Suddenly, the flames on the paper crane's surface vanished. Klein's ability to swap positions with his marionette vanished. His Flame Controlling, Flaming Jump, and Air Cannon vanished!
In that instant, six Beyonder powers were stolen from him, including four of the most important ones!
If Amon could steal a few more times, Klein might just become an ordinary person.
This was "theft" at the angel level!
In the dim light of the fire, the paper crane slowly drifted away.
…
In a black pram at Dr. Allen's house in Baekeland.
Wrapped in silver silk, Will Auceptin Ceres wiped his mouth and eyes as he mumbled, "That's not the end.
"Life is so hard …"
Before he finished speaking, "He" took out an item that looked like a cane head out of nowhere and was embedded with a transparent gem.
A pure and clear light lit up, illuminating the calendar in the room.
Today, Tuesday. (Note 1)
…
160 Böklund Street, Dawn Dantès's garden.
The paper crane that was already burned until it was in tatters suddenly froze in midair. Water silver complex symbols jumped out from its surface one after another, instantly forming an enormous illusory scaleless snake.
On the surface of the silvery-white giant snake, densely packed patterns and symbols formed one connected wheel after another. Each wheel had different symbols around it.
With a sweep of its bright red and cold eyes, the gigantic snake soared into the sky above Böklund Street. It bent its body and bit its tail.
Its shadow shrouded the entire street, like a mysterious and exaggerated wheel.
Suddenly, in the activity room of 39 Böklund Street, Macht, Ma 'am Riana, and the servants stopped smiling. They raised their hands at the same time and took off the monocle on their faces. Then, they transformed into beams of light in their palms.
Right on the heels of that, they either wore their decorative glasses again, pinched their eye sockets, or leisurely looked out the window, returning to their previous states.
Hazel fell to the ground and shook her head as she watched this scene. She used her hands to support her body as she retreated.
The coldness in the eyes of Amon, who had Enuni's head, faded. His crystal-like monocle was slightly slanted, and he no longer had the feeling of looking down on Klein.
In addition, something was slowly being extracted from his body, forming a clear, thick, but transparent and mysterious Worm of Time above his head.
And this Worm of Time quickly transformed into a figure with black hair, black eyes, a wide forehead, and a thin face amidst "Concealment."
This wasn't the time in Böklund Street rewinding, as Klein, Leonard, and company weren't affected. This was Amon's own state returning to a few minutes ago!
Snake of Fate, "Reboot"!
Although Will Auceptin's prophecy of "The Rise and Fall of Fate" had some minor problems, making it slightly later than reality, "His" teleportation's influence was timely.
And in exchange for the Snake of Fate's help, not only had Klein fed "Him" five different flavors of ice-cream, but he had also agreed to compensate "Him" with additional remuneration. The outcome of their initial discussion was for Klein to think of a way to create at least two items that could temporarily restore Will Auceptin's strength while "He" was weak!
When Amon suffered this unexpected blow, Klein didn't hesitate at all. He drew Death Knell, cocked the hammer, and gently turned the wheel to aim at the enemy.
Bang!
He calmly and decisively pulled Death Knell's trigger, shooting out the Control Spirit Bullet he had long prepared.
A silver-black stream of light flashed out, accurately hitting the Amon phantom in the pointed hat and classic black robe. It hit the Worm of Time — it was thicker and clearer than any Worm of Time that Klein had seen before!
As the faint light dissipated, Amon's phantom trembled in midair as he froze, unable to produce any expression.
And at this moment, Leonard, who had already arrived above, followed Old Man's instructions. He stepped on the Word of the Sea and floated in midair. He spread his arms slightly and relaxed his Spirit Body.
His pair of green eyes immediately reflected a slightly dim Worm of Time with twelve translucent rings.
These two Worms of Time had their heads and tails connected, forming a similar ring.
The ring slowly spun, illuminating an ancient, mottled phantom behind Leonard.
This phantom was like the surface of a wall clock carved from stone. It was divided into a total of twelve segments. Each segment was either grayish-white or bluish-black. They were interspersed with each other, and the boundaries were clear. The symbols they had were all different. Just a glance at it made Klein feel as though his life was rapidly draining away.
Gong!
It was as though the bell had traveled through history, echoing far and wide in the "empty" hidden World.
Everything in front of Klein slowed down, including the Amon phantom above Enuni's head.
An indescribable invisible torrent surged as it swept the Amon phantom towards the huge, illusory stone wall clock.
In fact, it was a Worm of Time. The monocle-wearing Amon's avatar suddenly reached down and aimed his palm at the German Sparrow.
Suddenly, Klein saw the skin on the back of his hand rapidly dry and wrinkle up bit by bit. Then, faint age spots began to grow on it.
The speed at which the Amon phantom was sucked in slowed down, but it was still unable to interrupt the process. Finally, it shrank back into the form of a ringed worm and threw itself behind Leonard, into the ancient, illusory stone wall clock.
Gong!
Another gong sounded as a mottled needle appeared on the grayish-white and bluish-black clock's surface.
The needle jumped a few segments, causing the bell's echoes to become more hurried.
Many resplendent beams of light flew out from 39 and 160 Böklund Street, fusing into the ancient, illusory stone wall clock as though they were being drawn and attracted.
Law of Beyonder characteristic convergence!
It was the law of Beyonder characteristic convergence that made use of the connection between avatars and the fact that one's level was higher and the gravitational force was stronger!
Gong!
Many streams of light flew over from different parts of Baekeland.
When everything subsided, Klein's mind naturally reflected his current appearance.
His hair was more white than black, and there were obvious wrinkles on his forehead, the corners of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth. The skin on his cheeks was a little droopy, hiding some age spots. At first glance, one could tell that he was a gentleman who could die at any time.
At this moment, the bell rang again.
On the illusory ancient stone wall clock, the mottled gray hands began to turn in the opposite direction!
One bar, two bars, three bars. Klein saw his skin quickly regain its luster, and the spots faded and disappeared one after another.
In just a few seconds, he returned to his original appearance, as if his life had never passed.
The power of an angel is really close to that of a deity … I was just affected, and I almost died of old age … I wonder if I can still revive like this … Klein examined his condition, hurriedly raised his head, and said to Leonard Mitchell, who was in midair, "Don't worry.
"How do we save those who have been parasitized by Amon?"
At this time, the illusory ancient clock behind Leonard quickly faded, turning into rays of light that drilled into his body.
Leonard tilted his head slightly as though he was listening to something. After a while, he said, "The Worms of Time's Beyonder characteristics in their bodies have all been sucked out.
Some of the remaining parts have been sucked out, and some remain, but it won't cause too much of an impact. Uh, Old Man said it won't be too much. Perhaps it's just not too much for an angel. In short, you can let them pray to the deities they believe in to see if they can be completely purified. However, they won't be able to explain what happened, so the deities might not respond. If you're worried that there will be repercussions, you can consider guiding them to pray to, uh, that person. Everything that separates will belong to you. "
Perhaps it was because he had personally "experienced" a battle at the angel level and seen the phantom of the Snake of Fate, Leonard's excitement and trembling couldn't be calmed down for a short period of time.
The people on this street were basically believers of the Goddess, so how could she let them pray to The Fool? I don't wish to be thrown into that foggy town again … Yes, the Goddess knows this matter very well. If I get them to pray to the Goddess, there's a high chance of receiving a response. Then, I can request Her Highness Arianna to return the Worms of Time they spat out to me … Uh, I can give "Her" some … As Klein's thoughts raced, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
He casually asked another question.
"Will there be any side effects after a thorough purification?"
Although he had experience with Little Sun, this City of Silver youth wasn't an ordinary person.
Leonard listened for a while more before saying,
"Just a little bit. Because it's a deep-level parasitism, even if an ordinary person recovers, there will still be some residual effects in certain aspects. For example, liking a monocle.
"… Alright, you go back first. I'll take care of the rest." Klein nodded, rejoicing that the few parties involved in this battle weren't the ones with obvious destructive power. Otherwise, not only would Böklund Street be left unscathed, even North Borough might not be spared.
…
In Pritz Harbor, a young man with black hair and eyes, a thin face, and a monocle rode a bicycle leisurely back to his house.
With an obvious smile, he opened the letterbox and took out the newspapers and letters inside.
After entering the house, the young man pinched the monocle on his right eye. As he walked, he tore open the letters and read the contents until he found an unsigned letter.
"If we have lost all contact with all of us in Baekeland, that means that North Borough's Böklund Street might very well be hiding Pallez Zoroast.
"Don't ask why we're taking the risk. Life always needs some excitement, fun, and anticipation."
Note 1: For the smooth flow of the plot, we jumped into the Tarot, and Will's prophecy deviated due to Amon's ability to exploit a loophole in fate.
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