177, Bright Moonlit Night
Originally, Armand wanted El Mar to lead the way continuously for half a month. Since she rested twice on the way, El Mar eventually persisted for twenty days. The place they arrived at was an open area in the swamp. There was a small hill that rose out of the ground, covered with soft grass slopes, and colorful flowers bloomed in the bushes. In the future, they would build a rest station here for caravans.
El Mar stayed here to rest. Armand set up a magic formation and left a tent. He asked Raphael to stay here to protect El Mar as well. The next day, he set off alone again.
At this time, the strength and willpower that Armand had honed over a long period of training and experience could be seen. He continued to open the way. The work that El Mar and Raphael had done previously was done by him alone, but the speed of his advance remained the same. Brambles and thorns, gravel and fill in the soil, his footsteps were firm. From time to time, there would be attacks from monsters. Armand brandished his tusks to fight them, and at the same time, his footsteps did not falter. He walked day after day.
Armand was not deliberately making things difficult for himself. He was very clear that people could actually do a lot of things, as long as they had great perseverance and perseverance. However, this was something that too many people in the world could not do.
Armand walked alone for another three days. It rained in the Charcoal Swamp, and the wind blew between the trees. On the third night, it finally cleared up, and a bright round moon hung in the sky. Armand strode through the swamp jungle, leaving behind an endless path. The moonlight in the sky seemed to be a gentle bath, and the gloomy Charcoal Swamp became a little more tranquil and serene.
The surroundings were so quiet. There was almost no sound in the distance except for the movements of Armand opening the way. Amon, who was advancing unhurriedly, suddenly brandished its tusks. A faint golden brilliance streaked out in an arc towards the front left. Coincidentally, a massive silhouette pounced out soundlessly from the swamp. Struck by the golden brilliance, the silhouette let out a muffled roar before crashing heavily into the muddy water.
It was yet another giant Watergloom that launched a sneak attack. It was easily subdued by Armand as soon as it launched its attack. He had encountered it several times along the way, but it did not pose a threat. It did not even interrupt his footsteps. But this time, it was obviously vastly different. Amon halted his footsteps for the first time as he brandished his fangs, before hurriedly turning around and brandishing his fangs towards his right rear. Yet there was no movement, nor was there any sign of the enemy!
The fangs streaked across the air. The cold night air seemed to have transformed into water as ripples spread out. The scenery of the swamp and the forest swayed amidst the ripples. A human figure appeared out of thin air above the seemingly empty swamp. He had suddenly revealed himself while stealthily, wielding a spiked weapon. He leapt into the air and silently stabbed towards Amon.
This person's figure could not be considered burly, but the figure that pounced over looked extremely valiant, like a sword that had been shot from a fully drawn bow. The weapon in his hand was greyish-white and lusterless. It looked like half a spear, but also a long spike. There was an assassin, and the assassin's timing was perfect. He attacked at the same time as the giant Watergloom in front of him.
The Watergloom was a cold-blooded animal that lived in the swamp. The Watergloom that Amon encountered just now was a mutated giant Watergloom. It was born with the ability to blend its aura with the environment, making it very difficult to detect before launching an attack. However, the assassin was even more stealthy than the Watergloom.
Although he was suddenly in danger, Amon could not help but admire this assassin. This was the most outstanding assassin he had encountered so far. Not only was he good at lurking, he was also patient enough to wait for the right moment to strike, making use of the environment to coordinate with the assassination. Amon was the first to discover the giant Watergloom. He only noticed the danger behind him after making his move, and was almost caught off guard. This assassin should have been following him for a long time. When Amon was suddenly attacked by the giant Watergloom while he was walking, the assassin took the opportunity to strike from behind. This attack was almost impossible to defend against.
Amon swung his fangs, and the assassin was like a shadow under the moonlight. When he appeared, he was already in front of Amon. The fangs collided with the short stinger, and a shockwave spread out between the two. A huge gully appeared on the ground, extending to both sides of the swamp. Muddy water splashed up in an instant, as if it had been plowed by an invisible giant plow.
Amon took two steps back before regaining his balance. The fangs in his hand buzzed. The assassin also bounced back under the impact of this huge force. He somersaulted in the air, landed on the ground, and disappeared in a flash.
Amon stomped his feet and flew into the air. He used detection magic to scan the dark swamp jungle, and found that the assassin had left a faint trace in the muddy water and air, but the assassin had disappeared. In such a short time, the assassin could not escape too far, so he went into hiding again.
He was so well hidden that Amon could not find him even if he used detection magic in mid-air. The only way to find him was to use a large-scale indiscriminate attack to turn the entire swamp upside down. Amon could only get close enough to find him. But if Amon really did that, and made such a big commotion in such a large area, if he searched in the wrong direction, the assassin might have slipped away in another direction.
Amon hovered in the air for a moment, before slowly descending to the ground. The path he had opened up was cut off by a deep ditch, a testament to the danger he had just encountered. The moonlight shone on the ditch, and the surroundings remained serene and peaceful. Amon waved his hand, and earth and stones surged up to fill the ditch. Then he turned around and made an incredible decision – to continue opening the road.
Amon was here to open the road, and even if he encountered the most terrifying assassin in the world, he still did not change his original intention. Since the assassin could not be found, he continued to do his own thing.
Amon walked in the moonlight, leaving the winding road behind him. He was guessing the origin of the assassin. It seemed that someone did not want him to open this road, or did not want him to enter the Plains of Duc himself. Who sent the assassin? He recalled the various divine emissaries of the Ennead one by one from Schrödinger's experience. Which of them was good at assassination? But no matter how he thought about it, it did not match up with the assassin he had just seen.
Amon could not unleash his strongest attack in a moment of desperation, but he also knew that it was not something an ordinary person could withstand. That assassin, on the other hand, had taken the attack head-on. Although he did not have the upper hand, he was unscathed. He even borrowed the force of the impact to fly away, concealing his whereabouts in the shortest time possible.
He was silent before he struck, and he disappeared without a trace after one missed strike. This was a super-class assassin in the world. The power used by that person was very special, and it was not a simple martial art or magic. From the looks of it, he should be an emissary from a certain divine clan. For such an assassin to assassinate Amon at this time, the god behind it was most likely Enril.
Amon knew that Eygut had also sent pursuers, which made him very helpless. The pursuers were his benefactor, Gabriel, and his friend, George, and these two were obviously not the assassin just now. Seth had already sent out the Lion King, so there was no need for other divine emissaries to act, not to mention that this place was already Enril's territory.
The assassin must still be lurking in the Charcoal Marsh, not far from Amon, waiting for a better opportunity to strike. Being targeted by such an assassin, if it was someone else, even if they did not panic, they would be cautious and look for a safe place to hide and wait until dawn before leaving via a safe route. For Amon, he could even fly directly out of the Charcoal Marsh.
But Amon did nothing, as if he was silently declaring to the assassin in the dark – whether you assassinate me or not, I will open the way here. Was this a kind of contempt and ridicule? Amon might not have such a meaning, but it depended on what the assassin thought.
Moving forward, he passed a large body of water with floating dead branches and rotten leaves. There were many strange trees in the water, like arms stretching out from the mud at the bottom of the water, as if trying to grab something in the air. This was the most suitable environment for ambush and assassination, but Amon walked over without making a sound.
The soil surged under his feet and was instantly roasted and burned by fire magic. A path appeared on the water overgrown with strange trees, extending straight ahead. Amon walked for a long time before setting foot on dry land. There was no movement around, and the assassin did not attack. He seemed to have given up. Had he already left?
Ah Ming stepped onto dry land. It was a small slope with dense shrubs as tall as two people. Along the way, there were also jagged rocks of strange shapes. He gently waved the tusk in his hand, uprooting the bushes and sending them flying to both sides. The strange rocks blocking the road were also smashed by the sword and filled into the roadbed. As Amon walked, trees and gravel flew everywhere. It was a very impressive sight.
Amon did not find anything unusual. As he walked, he passed by a section of bushes that was not too dangerous. Amon swung his tusk and smashed a pile of rocks growing on top of the bushes. The flying gravel did not fall to the ground, but suddenly exploded, like countless whistling arrows flying towards Amon. Someone suddenly channeled magic power when Amon smashed the pile of rocks, controlling the gravel to rain down on him. Each flying gravel carried a powerful force, and when it scattered all over the sky, it could annihilate the detection of detection magic.
Amon's reaction was extremely fast. He reached out and grabbed forward, and a huge shield appeared out of thin air in his palm. It had a faint halo around it, and was condensed from the air element. The gravel hit the shield with a loud bang. Small pieces of flying gravel were directly bounced back, while the larger ones seemed to be wrapped in a viscous force and slid to the ground. Amon's flying gravel once again appeared in the sky. The short shuttle in his hand stabbed fiercely into the air elemental shield, and with a spiralling force, it shattered.
Amon's protective magic was broken, and the man swooped down from above, and the shuttle slashed down in an arc under the moonlight. This attack was too sudden, and the force was stronger than the last. Amon snorted and swung his tusk to block.
The weapons of the two did not directly collide. Golden light spread out from the bushes, and the sound of rolling thunder could be heard. The hillside was in trouble. Branches and leaves swept up sand and stones. It was like two supreme warriors fighting on the battlefield, and it was a head-on fight. The man's attack was extremely fast, and his figure was also extremely agile. He looked like a fleeting shadow under the moonlight, and when he swung his spikes, they left arcs of light in the air, and the force of each blow was so strong.
Amon shouted in a low voice, "Who sent you, and who are you?" As he spoke, the tusk in his hand slashed continuously with golden light, and he steadily walked up the hillside step by step. A powerful pressure had already locked onto the assassin. From the foot of the hill to the high slope, the rolling thunder continued all the way, and the man was forced back again and again by Amon.
The assassin spoke in a cold voice, "My name is Bright Moon Night, and I am the emissary of God. No matter how strong the person I want to assassinate, no matter where they hide, and no matter how far they escape, they will not be able to escape. You are really amazing, and you are still alive. But no matter how you struggle, you will be killed by me sooner or later. I never fail. "
This man's tone was arrogant. Judging from his methods, he did have the capital to be arrogant. But it seemed a little ridiculous for him to say such words now, because it was obvious that Amon had the upper hand and was forcing him back step by step.
Amon sneered, "The emissary of God, Bright Moon Night? The moon is indeed round today, and the moonlight is beautiful, but you seem to have forgotten what you are doing. I don't want to hide at all, and I won't run away. No matter who you are, who sent you, no matter how far you want to run, or where you hide, I will find you. "
The man shouted, "Do you really think I'm afraid of you, Amon?"
Amon shook his head and said, "I don't need you to be afraid of me, I just want to catch you."
As they spoke, Bright Moon Night had already retreated to the top of the hill. The hillside they had passed, whether it was the trees or the rocks, had all been flattened. The light around them, the tusks, and the spikes seemed to tear the moonlight into pieces.
Amon steadily climbed to the highest point, and looked down at the assassin with a powerful pressure. Although the opponent was strong, and his speed and reaction were even faster than Amon's, he was not a match for him in a head-on fight. Amon was confident that he could capture him on the spot. But at this moment, Bright Moon Night suddenly let out a long howl. The moonlight trembled in the howl, and Amon watched helplessly as he underwent an astonishing transformation.
Bright Moon Night's body made a series of crisp sounds as his joints swelled, and he grew more than two feet taller. His clothes were torn, and his eyes flashed with a fierce and strange green light. His appearance was changing. His facial features protruded, and his mouth was full of sharp fangs. His arms were also extending.
Beneath his torn clothes, one could see his muscles pulsating like countless snakes. His skin had turned ashen, and was covered with a layer of strange velvet. He didn't look like a human at all, but like a giant ape walking on two legs. No, he was more like a wolf that had stood up. Powerful strength filled the air in an instant, bringing with it an incomparably violent aura.
Even with Amon's strong will, he could not help but be shocked at this moment. The tusks in his hand stabbed forward fiercely with a roar that struck the soul. Bright Moon Night's body suddenly changed, and he entered a frenzied state. Amon was no longer confident that he could capture him alive, so he would kill him on the spot.
At this moment, he thought of John. John had once inadvertently awakened the violent restless power, but he could not suppress the impulse brought about by the power. It was only under Amon's guidance that he was able to fuse it with his body and mind. If Hardedef didn't encounter Amon, and continued cultivating that manic power, and if he was lucky enough to survive or receive another guidance, would he end up the same as this assassin? Amon was not clear about this, but he felt that the aura that suddenly erupted from Bright Moon Night was a little familiar.
The frenzied Bright Moon Night let out a loud roar, and five sharp claws stretched out from the tip of his hairy hand, holding the sharp spikes and smashing them against the tusks. Since the start of the fight, this was the first time their weapons had directly collided. The sound was like two metal hills colliding, and the huge roar shook the surrounding stones into pieces.
Amon took two steps back, feeling that half of his body was a little numb, and the tusks in his hand were still trembling violently, making a wailing sound. For a moment, he was almost unable to hold it steadily. What a powerful and explosive impact this was!
Amon was already in such a state, and Bright Moon Night was not any better. His hand holding the sharp spikes trembled uncontrollably, and he took a few steps back. Suddenly, he threw away his weapon and pounced forward. He had obviously entered a ferocious state. His figure flashed, and the sharp claws flashing with cold light were already in front of him. This speed was even faster than the Enkidu that Amon had seen before.
Amon did not have time to use any other means. He took a step back, let go of the tusks, and punched forward. The scene was like two strong men fighting on the street. The fist with a golden light smashed against the sharp claws, but the sharp claws were strangely bent and did not break. There was a loud bang.
Bright Moon Night let out a low roar of pain from his throat, and swung his other sharp claws. Amon dodged and reached out to grab his wrist, but he caught nothing. The opponent's reaction speed was too fast. Bright Moon Night flashed like a whirlwind, and actually dashed behind Amon. Amon turned around and punched again with surging strength, and the two continued to fight.
Ah Ming had never encountered such an opponent, whose speed was as fast as a ghost's shadow, and whose explosive power was so violent. In a head-on fight, he could only fight with the explosive power of energy, and had no time to use other means.
Amon could not help but be secretly shocked. According to John's previous experience, when this person entered a berserk state, not only could he greatly increase his speed and explosive power in a short period of time, but the pain he suffered could also stimulate his ferocity. This assassin had also changed his shape. It was unknown whether he was a wolf demon, or a strange transformation magic, or perhaps it was the result of cultivating that violent power to a certain extent?
This kind of violent state could not be maintained for a long time, and if it was overused, it could hurt himself. But Amon was not interested in testing how long Bright Moon Night could last. He heard the general growl, "Do you think I can't?"
The joints all over Amon's body emitted crisp sounds, and his muscles were throbbing. Although his physique did not change, the feeling he exuded had changed. A stronger and more manic aura spread out. Amon had once told John that he had gone the wrong way and needed guidance. There might be several right paths, but no one could count the wrong ones. Amon had witnessed John's violent power, and knew how to erupt after it fused with the body and mind. At this moment, he was using it.
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