In the high temperature and smoke, the figure of Amon is looming.
The black soft hat on his head has disappeared, revealing short black hair. There is no surprise, anxiety or other emotions in the same black eyes, as if he is watching a battle that does not belong to him, looking at the messy room.
A figure flashed out from the broken mirror in the corner. Angel held Ice Spike, which was made of ice and emitted white mist in the high temperature, with one hand. With the other hand, he controlled invisible silk threads to bind the enemy, and pounced at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye.
After using the mark of Anne to inspire "Prohibition", restricting all "stealing" behaviors within the scope, and using the Holy Emblem to borrow the power of Arianna to keep the battlefield in a "secret" state, she was finally able to use all her means with peace of mind and fight in the way she was most familiar with, without having to worry about losing several important abilities at any time.
It has been used since the time of "assassin" Sequence. With the continuous strengthening of Potion, "Mighty Blow", which has been able to pose a fatal threat to Demigod, condenses in Ice Spike and stabs Amon's vest.
If I wait two more days, I can get the weapon made with the characteristics of "Iron-Blooded Knight"... As soon as Angel had such an idea in her mind, this regret disappeared in her mind along with the desire to attack.
Her idea was stolen again!
With the help of Angel's dazed moment, Amon's figure disappeared from the bedroom on the second floor that was burned by the flames and appeared in the living room on the first floor. However, Angel followed closely behind and took advantage of being Deliberately arranged and adjusted, the mirror without any blind spots was chasing after him. Silk threads appeared again, restricting Amon's movement, and black Cursed Flame spread quickly towards him along the threads.
At this moment, Angel had the idea of "holding Ice Spike in his hand and attack forward".
She subconsciously raised Ice Spike, and there was a gap in the silk thread that was originally controlled.
"Your 'Prohibition' is very loose, which allows me to exploit loopholes in it and bypass its restrictions... for example, 'borrowing' your idea and 'returning' it to you later. If there is a return, it is not considered 'stealing'."
The familiar smile appeared at the corner of Amon's mouth again, he sided to avoid the burning dragnet of Black Flame, and said leisurely.
"In addition, as it becomes familiar with and utilizes the rules, it can no longer restrict me..." The wild cat, which had disappeared since the battle started, came to the window again at some point, squinting its right eye with a vertical pupil and uttering human words, "I want to ask again, is this the only trick you have?"
While speaking, it raised its right paw and shook it as if to attract wealth.
Black Flame, shrouded in silk threads all over the living room, disappeared.
Angel lost this important Beyonder Ability.
This did not panic her. Since the beginning of the battle, she had been prepared to have multiple abilities stolen, and based on this, she formulated different battle plans.
The ice in her hand took shape again. Angel used the silk thread as a guide to quickly close the distance between her and the Amon clone dressed as a worker, and was about to send the Ice Spike that had just failed to penetrate Amon's vest into the other person's body.
She didn't know whether two different Amon clones could independently steal different abilities from her, but to deal with this kind of opponent, a quick victory was the only way.
And in two battles, she also figured out a certain pattern of Amon's "stealing" ability.
For example, it is easier to steal the ability currently being used, such as the interval between stealing, and the success rate is very high, with almost no failures...
In addition, she also noticed a little detail...
That is, from the beginning to the end, the only things that appear in front of him are the clones of Amon that are disguised or parasitizing a certain worker on this street, and the wild cat Amon that hides aside most of the time and only appears at critical moments.
Those other Amons who all called her "Witch of the Night House" in unison didn't seem to care about the outcome of this battle, and didn't even offer help.
Do they... really exist?
Before she had time to think about it, Angel lost the ability to summon silk threads due to the theft by the wild cat Amon. The other Amon who was pointed at by her Ice Spike also waved her right hand, and then stole... Charm!
His handsome face under the short black hair couldn't help but reveal an awkward smile, but this seemed to be full of temptation in Angel's eyes, making her almost put down Ice Blade and hug him.
Almost nothing more...
Without any hesitation, Angel stretched out his right hand and stabbed Amon in the chest.
At this moment, another thought that originally belonged to her came into her mind:
Pass "Mirror World" and get out of here quickly!
This was the thought that came to her mind when she first saw the wild cat Amon, but was stolen and kept by the other party.
In the conflict between the thoughts of "attack" and "escape", her body tilted, Ice Spike rubbed Amon's body and cut open the oil-stained work clothes, bringing out a few drops of red blood that were no different from those of normal people.
Then, Angel pounced on the nearest mirror, and Dim Light got into it.
Oops... After entering Mirror World, and the gray passages leading to different areas appeared in front of him, Angel realized that his behavior of activating the "Mirror Shuttle" ability after Amon "returned" his thoughts was exactly in line with the other party's expectations.
The next moment, the "Mirror World" in front of her became fragmented, turning into shimmering fragments like a broken mirror, and fell into the living room on the first floor of 25 Douton Street.
"In this way, you have no means of escape," Amon in work clothes put down his right hand and said with a smile on his lips, "Now, is it time to answer my question?"
Answer the question... Several questions that the other party might ask appeared in Angel's mind, and then he lost his thoughts in the meaningful smile of worker Amon.
Belief in Goddess, desire for money, expectation for love?
Amon, who used words to deceive Angel's ideas and then stole them, frowned and was momentarily confused by these strange answers.
That's it now!
Angel had already lined up a queue in his mind in advance, and thoughts appeared one after another. The fatal disease once again centered on himself and spread to the surroundings.
"I said, this is not..."
Amon, who threw away all the complicated thoughts in his mind, chuckled, raised his right hand, and stole the ability that Angel was using.
There was a small dressing mirror in his hand.
The stand-in... no, just the medium of the stand-in... left the living room on the first floor in an instant, and Angel, whose figure was outlined in the basement, chuckled. The Ice Spike in his hand melted instantly, and a drop of blood belonging to Amon's clone fell from the air and dripped on a half-length mirror that was lying flat with the mirror facing upward.
What was reflected in the mirror was Amon who was still upstairs, dressed in work clothes and with a slight wound on his arm.
When it comes into contact with blood, ripples like water waves instantly appear on the surface of the half-length mirror, and the figure of Amon inside becomes illusory. In reality, above the mirror, a Amon body less than half a meter in size appears, like a miniature doll.
This is a stand-in made using the blood of Amon and the reflection of Amon in the mirror!
It has no will of its own and Wisdom, but is closely connected with the main body. As long as it continues to use Mirror Magic to deepen the connection, Angel can use this stand-in to cause various harm to the Amon clone above, and even endanger his life.
But now, Angel's only purpose for making it is to let the disease "passed on" by Amon return to himself again!
"Cough, cough..."
Other mirrors in the basement flickered, and the figure of Amon appeared from different perspectives. This Amon, who passed on his own disease and tried to let the surrounding residents and passers-by contract the disease on his behalf, was coughing continuously, earth-shatteringly, and weakly.
The superposition of mirrors and the "reflection" of the stand-in caused his fatal disease to attack much faster than expected, and this "fate" was bound by his stand-in and could not be passed on to others.
Seeing all this, Angel's figure appeared again in the center of the living room, in front of Amon who was already kneeling on the ground.
"I'm very, very curious, how, ahem... how do you know how to counter the 'passing on of fate'?"
Amon, who was seriously ill, with bruised skin, bloodshot eyes, and his monocle tilted to one side, gasped and asked, as if he wanted to get this final answer before he died.
Of course it was the guidance of an unnamed "Angel of fate"... Angel cursed, took out a piece of "Calamity" Charm, and wanted to send away the seriously ill Amon clone with this inevitable destruction.
"So that's it, it's another snake... Heh, I didn't expect it to be hiding in this city. If that Great Serpent knew about it, he would be very surprised."
A joking, steady-pitched voice sounded from Angel's ears.
The wild cat, which disappeared again at some point and was naturally forgotten by Angel, jumped from the window into the living room and approached slowly, the whiskers on its lips trembling.
"This trick is very good, but unfortunately, there are more than one of us." It moved its right eye, and a shining Crystal Monocle appeared on its cat's face, and was then straightened by its paws. "And once we get together, these little tricks of yours will be useless."
As it spoke, the lens of the right eye of Amon, who was dying on the side, also emitted the same light. Among the Passerby walking outside the window, several suddenly took out their monocles and put them on their right eyes. Among the residents looking at the street scene across the street, several people silently stretched out their palms, condensed a piece of Crystal Monocle, and stuffed it into their eye sockets.
Birds in the sky and insects on the ground lit up little by little, converging on the wild cat in front of Angel.
No, he is no longer a wildcat...
Under the gaze of Angel, a young man wearing a classic black robe, a pointed soft hat, and black boots smiled, put a monocle in his eye sockets, and bowed in an exaggerated posture, with a smile that could not be concealed on his face.
"Thank you for giving me a pretty exciting battle. If we only had one clone, I'm afraid you would have won."
He said in a tone of evaluation of a battle that had nothing to do with him. At the same time, he waved his right hand lightly, and a black leather glove appeared in his palm, swinging limply.
"You still have about... 20 seconds to talk to me before all the surrounding citizens are killed by your disease."
The Amon, who was dressed quite "classically" and was exactly the same as the image Angel saw on Tarot Club, spoke in a calm tone. At the same time, he tilted his head slightly towards the window and looked at the innocent pedestrians on the road.
Once again, they were passed on the fate of "suffering from disease" and became the final victims of this battle.
This was also the final blow that Amon gave to his opponent's soul. Demoness, who seemed reluctant to harm civilians, fell into chagrin and despair, and then vomited out everything he wanted to know...
When Amon's black eyes turned back into the room and locked onto Angel again, he discovered that Demoness also had a faint smile on his lips, just like when he laughed at the target in desperate situation.
She didn't seem desperate, she was even a little... happy?
Amon The black eyes under the monocle became cold, and his free hand was raised again.
In an instant, Angel lost his "Mirror Substitution", lost his "control Frost", lost his "curse", and even the basic abilities of "Dark Vision" and "Feather Fall" disappeared from his mind.
At this moment, nearly half of Angel's remaining abilities were stolen by Amon, and they were all relatively important combat abilities.
If he were allowed to steal a few more times, perhaps a "desperate" Demoness would become an ordinary person without any ability.
Fortunately, my "Ancient Hermes" is still there... The smile on the corner of Angel's mouth is even brighter, and the thoughts in my mind are constantly being stolen, and new ones are constantly being added to it.
Until she gave a brief command in her throat:
"Betrayal."