I lied to you

Boom—

Blue flames capable of melting anything exploded across the beach, unleashing scorching waves of air. Even the river flowing past faltered, and gray-white steam rose like a mushroom cloud.

But at the center of the explosion, a wisp of nearly black flame struggled against the surrounding blue fire, swelling continuously. At its heart, the figure surrounded by numerous Tinplate Soldiers wielding different weapons looked slight yet resolute.

He used the stolen Black Flame well, but that was all. As a Mystical Item of the flame-controlling Hunter Pathway, the Reaper Legion had no fear of most flames. The soldiers could use their own high-temperature fire to resist Cursed Flame, and as the dead, they had no thoughts or ideas that could be stolen... Amon's only option was to steal the Mystical Item itself. But now, there was not just one Reaper, but ten, and they possessed the standing of a Sequence 3 War Bishop...

Angel cautiously refrained from advancing with the soldiers, staying a little behind instead. The Iron-Blooded Knight characteristic in her right hand continually released an astonishingly powerful aura as she commanded her soldiers to charge recklessly. Her disease, which had already entered the realm of mysticism and had little fear of high temperatures, spread with them. She intended to infect Amon again and crush him while he had no time to transfer his "fate"!

Yet the figure surrounded by fire, with ten weapons pointed at him, did not panic. He raised his left hand slightly, his eyes sweeping over the Tinplate Soldiers wreathed in blue flames, and immediately ascertained the state of these Mystical Items. Instead of stealing thoughts, he switched to stealing the items themselves, visiting all of them in the blink of an eye.

Three soldiers withdrew the greatswords and spears they had been pointing