The brass book appeared in Tang's hand, and then violated the law 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 the air. A new rule suddenly appeared on the blank page of the seal, which was written in mercury.
'Stealing is prohibited 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 suddenly twisted into an irregular arc under the impact of two huge forces, his abdomen was sunken, his spine was broken, his monocle was stained with bright red, and his eyes, ears, mouth and nose were constantly spraying blood.
The blood dripped on the turbulent sea, polluting layer after layer of living lives.
The tall figure in front of Tang took another step forward. This time he closed the distance and appeared in front of Amon, who was twisting his body.
The pale emperor wanted to pull out Amon's spirit and drag him into the underworld.
But Amon, whose body had been bent to an incredible degree, suddenly smiled at him.
A pure light flashed on the monocle, which was the bright light of the Eternal Sun!
He had stolen the extraordinary power of the Eternal Sun! And at this time, it burst out at close range!
Not being able to steal does not mean that you cannot return it. Amon, who is best at exploiting loopholes in the rules, flexibly uses the loopholes in the rules of the 'Trunsost Brass Book' to influence the surrounding things before the rules are completely blocked.
He returned the attack of the Eternal Sun that he had stolen at one time.
The blazing beam of light exploded with Amon as the center, the light was dazzling, and the singing voice composed of countless spirits of the Black Sun also disappeared in an instant, and the desolate dusk in the sky, which was no longer powerful, completely dissipated.
At this time, the sky exploded again, and the only secret puppet on the scene stretched out his hand, and a thunderbolt from the clear sky roared down from the top of his head.
Sequence 2 of the Red Sacrifice Path, the name of the potion is Weather Warlock.
The Conqueror Secret Puppet began to manipulate the weather in this area, intending to bomb Amon with extreme weather.
The 'Trunsost Brass Book' began to continue writing the rules, but an Amon appeared beside it at some point, reaching out to try to grasp the uniqueness of this Judge Path.
Tang snapped his fingers again.
The survey book flipped again, and two stars in the sky lit up.
Doors appeared in the sky, as if opening the door to space, and behind the door seemed to connect different time and space. All the doors were open in front of Amon. Amon reached out to touch the hand of the 'Brass Book of Trunsoest' and was walking through the twisted and stacked doors!
He could not touch the 'Brass Book of Trunsoest'. His hand directly touched the black sun that sank to the bottom of the sea.
Spiritual pollution madly eroded Amon's spirit from the most intuitive angle. Things like oil flowed along his touch, blended into his flesh and blood, and soaked his thoughts.
Two illusory figures took shape beside the 'Brass Book of Trunsoest'. They were both Sequence 1 of the Apprentice Path, the Star Key.
'XX year XX month XX day'
'Observer: Don Eggers Ramd'
'Observation object: Olson Abraham'
'This is a Sequence 1 of the 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 object: Anjie'
'This is a Sequence 1 of the Apprentice Path, a traveler, a mentor of apprentices, and a symbol of all gates…'
The place impacted by the power of the eternal scorching sun fell into peace again, and the concept of death was madly devouring the sun here, dragging all suns into eternal death. The blood oozing from the twisted eyes, ears, mouth and nose of Amon miraculously flowed back, and Amon recovered, as if he had never been hurt, and easily avoided the lightning that exploded on the side.
Immediately afterwards, a shadow appeared beside the 'Trunsoest Brass Book' suspended in the sky. It was something that came out of the polluted Amon's body.
An even more twisted and corrupted voice appeared.
'Corruption'.
That was the most real malice, that was the twisted filth full of divinity, that was——
Sequence 0, the extraordinary power of the Hanged Man, that was the real Creator!
The two Star Keys attacked at the same time to expel this Amon's clone.
Layers of light gates unfolded, but the sound seemed to distort the space. Shadows appeared on the 'Trunsoest Brass Book', and the mercury-like jumping characters became twisted and chaotic.
"The above rules are invalid."
The next moment, the already polluted Amon's clone was expelled by countless doors and thrown into the side of the black sun at the bottom of the sea.
The seabed was dead silent and dark. The huge celestial body was sinking continuously, but its surface was constantly oozing out black viscous liquid like oil, which floated upward with the buoyancy of the seawater.
The figures wearing silk hats attacked at the same time, grafting 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 'Trunsost Brass Book', which was affected by the fallen authority of the true creator, slowly dissipated, and began to continue writing the rules.
Two Star Keys joined the battle. Amon had just recovered his body and was besieged again.
The battle entered a white-hot stage. Amon was obviously struggling to cope with the joint efforts of seven Sequence 1s, including two mysterious servants, two Star Keys, a pale emperor, a conqueror, and a mercury snake.
But He remained calm. He was observing, thinking, and looking for a breakthrough in the interweaving of fate, constantly using the things he had stolen to resolve the crisis.
Finally, He seemed to realize something. He looked at Tang, who was not really participating in the battle, and seemed to have found the key to a breakthrough.
"It's really tricky."
The figure wearing a silk hat lowered the hat on his head with his hand. The next moment, the fog of history filled the air again.
In the gap of history, a life with four identical heads, with blond hair, red eyes, and bright appearance, walked out of the castle, wearing a complicated and gorgeous but dark black dress, without a head.
The four beautiful heads held in their hands looked at Amon at the same time, and the eight eyes turned scarlet. The figure of Amon hiding 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, you should die."
The Black Lamb's body sluggishly suffered a lightning strike.
He once again gave up his body, replaced his fate with his clone, and got rid of the curse and lightning.
What greeted him was a tornado rising from the sea. It was the power of the wind, the power of nature. The sudden change in the weather swept the sun pollution that sank to the bottom of the sea and flew into the sky. The seawater mixed with terrible pollution poured down from the sky.
The gloomy sky changed.
Dusk has arrived.
Tang took a step back, the fog of history surged wildly, and rays of light flashed through the eternal gray fog, and they were rapidly converging.
The survey book flipped again, and this time it stopped at a very far back.
'XX year XX month XX day'
'Observer: Don Eggers Ramd'
'Observation object: Badhair'
'This is the god of death, this is the disappearing star! '
The sky seemed to have a crack, and under the gray fog, Amon raised his head in astonishment.
He was really surprised this time.
It was a huge figure like a mountain that gradually walked out of the mist of history, facing the desolate, lonely, dead, and eternal dusk.
It was an orange dusk, it was——
"Badhair?"
God of War, Badhair?
He was made into a secret puppet?
"Heh."
Don smiled meaninglessly, and the system that had been frozen for a long time spoke weakly, 'Isn't Badhair, isn't it Sequence 0? '
'Why did He appear here? '
"The reason why ancient scholars could not pull out the historical projection of the true gods is that the true gods are all extraordinary beings with uniqueness."
"Since the 'Brass Book of Trunsoest' can be pulled out, why can't the true gods be pulled out?"
'But, but…'
But that is the true god of sequence 0, and it seems that something is obviously wrong. Host, how did you make Him into a secret puppet? !
Procedural error, excessive calculation caused the system to subconsciously clean up its cache. It only heard its host slowly say, "You are doing the right thing."
'...'Host, you are still very polite.
"Oh, there is one more thing." Tang pulled the system that was about to die, "Take out the Book of the Dead."
He smiled, "Not enough."
A sequence 0 can't kill Amon.
The system shuddered for no reason, and obediently pulled the Book of the Dead out of the bottom of the warehouse and gave it to the host, then pretended to be dead and ran away.
With the Book of the Dead under his arm, Tang looked at the battlefield again.
The sunset covered the inhaled tornado and the spiritual pollution of the black sun that kept floating. The figure wearing a silk hat appeared on the shoulder of the dusk giant at some point, and the huge mercury snake flowed slowly and floated in the sky.
Under the sunset, Amon's condition became even worse.
His thoughts began to sluggish, his movements became stiff, and the 'Brass Book of Trunsoest' wrote down more rules. He was frantic as if he had eaten dynamite, and asked 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 Badhair tilted the already tilted balance again, and this time it was more serious, enough to make Amon really die.
The gray fog blocked the help from the outside world, 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 of the Audience Path, did He dare to try to break through the battle between the extraordinary characteristics that were most likely brought about by the Lord of Mysteries' revival?
Once forced to break in, it might be the Lord of Mysteries' next bedtime dessert.
It might be the kind that is not easy to cook, but it is definitely edible.
After all, who wins and who loses in the battle between the Lord of Mysteries and the writer? Even the story written by a third-rate writer like Ince Zangwill cannot cover up the overwhelming victory with coincidence.
It seems that he has won.
But Tang stretched out his hand again, and his pale thumb pressed his middle finger again, ready to snap his fingers again.
The figure wearing a silk hat began to manipulate Amon's spiritual line. 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 and took the initiative to enter the bleak dusk.
The tall figure beside Tang held a broadsword in his hand, and the dead power locked Amon tightly. Lightning fell from the sky again and again, and Amon's figure fled in the dusk, death, war, door and mystery intertwined in a big net.
The net is about to close——
"As expected of Amon, as expected of the Angel King of the Thief's Path, the incarnation of error, you can still do this amidst so many Sequence 2s, Sequence 1s, and even Unique and Sequence 0s."
"Right, 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, but tilted his head to look at the battlefield in the distance that was being bombarded by the Sequence 1s.
The Dusk Giant had shrunk a lot, but it was still incredibly tall.
The places he walked through were all dyed orange-red, and he approached 'Amon' step by step, seemingly unaware of the Sequence 1 behind Tang.
The tall figure in front of Tang seemed to have sensed something, but he did not turn around.
"You got it right. Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"
Amon laughed, "It took a lot of effort to hide the real body. After all, the historical projection you pulled in is really too tricky."
"I found a little inconsistency in fate. I tried to do this when I was close to the uniqueness of the Judge's path."
Hide the real body in the clone that was jointly expelled by the Star Keys, use Adam's fantasy authority to forge the real body, and lie dormant, approaching the only mysterious servant who is not a historical projection.
As long as he replaces Him, no matter how strong He is, no matter how many historical projections he can pull in, it will be useless.
"What, you don't plan to struggle? If you pull the historical projection again, I think I will really die here."
"How do you know I didn't struggle?" Tang asked back, "What do you think is the pollution on me?"
He slowly and strangely turned his head and smiled at Amon who was close at hand, "That's the 'future'."
That's the future.
Before Amon understood the meaning of this sentence, Tang said again:
"Also, who said I must snap my fingers to pull the historical projection? The inherent impression is not very good, Amon."
The Book of the Dead that he was holding fell down.
Beside him, the mapping book was flipping, unable to be interpreted, unable to be looked at directly, and the words recording the indescribable things were floating again.
The stars in the sky flickered, and a blank area in the astrolabe closest to the central crystal planet showed traces of fluctuations.
'XX year XX month XX day'
'Observer: Don Eggers Ramd'
'Observed object: Don Eggers Ramd'
'The embodiment of spirituality and spiritual numbers, the sage who conceals knowledge.'
The Book of the Dead has disappeared.
(End of this chapter)