Wearing a monocle and sporting the image of the " Winner " Enuni, Amon doesn't seem like an infiltrator or attacker, but rather a visitor, eagerly recounting his prior preparations and the origins of the " Magic Mirror " Arrodes.
He stopped abruptly before he could finish speaking, and saw that Dawn Dantès opposite him had instantly transformed into a filthy gray rat.
The mouse raised its right forepaw and pressed it against its eye socket.
Meanwhile, in the garden of 160 Böklund Street, Gehrman Sparrow, appeared in the center of a cluster of roses.
While Amon was talking about a very attractive topic, he secretly split off a " Worm of Time " to try to invade Klein's body and " Parasitism " him. However, Klein was always on high alert and noticed this through the changes in the " Spirit Body Threads ". At the critical moment, he switched places with a Marionette he had quickly created!
Without a sound, Amon, who looked like a mixed-race youth, appeared in front of Klein once again.
Behind Him, a tiny, transparent worm with twelve segments fell from the third floor and entered His body.
At that moment, earthworms in the garden soil, insects in the trees and plants, and mice in the shadowy corners all emerged, either crowding towards the spot where Gehrman Sparrow and Amon were confronting each other, or moving away from the area.
The reason Klein listened patiently to Amon was largely because he was making the most of the time to create the Marionette!
For a " Bizarro Sorcerer," a complete existence is only complete with Marionette!
Amon didn't rush to make a move. He adjusted the monocle clipped to his deep-set eye socket, glanced around, and smiled slightly.
"Your actions often expose your problems. To a mentor in the field of Deceit, what you just did is enough for me to find your weaknesses."
"In such a tense and dangerous situation, you only transformed rats, insects, birds, and earthworms into your own Marionette, without considering the butler, maids, and servants in the house. What does this show? It shows that you have excellent moral standards and still regard yourself as a human being, unwilling to harm them."
"Having grasped this point, even if my clone is not as powerful as you, I can still drive you to the brink of collapse, making it impossible for you to die."
"Oh, right, you can stop trying to Manipulation my ' Spirit Body Threads ' in secret now, because what you're Manipulation are ' Spirit Body Threads ' that I stole. They belong to your butler, your maid, and your coachman. If you continue, I'm afraid you'll feel deeply guilty."
Even the " Spirit Body Threads " can be stolen? No, it's more like a transfer... Klein's expression hardened slightly, and he stopped Manipulation Amon's " Spirit Body Threads ".
His patience in letting the other party ramble on was also because he secretly planned to turn Amon's clone into his own Marionette.
For a " Bizarro Sorcerer," this kind of battle, where they stall for time and subtly exert influence, should be his most proficient and favorite type. Unfortunately, he has encountered Amon, the " Blasphemer " who is currently at the top of the " Marauder " path. Even just a clone of him is a bit of a challenge for him.
Klein was actually a little suspicious that Amon's words just now were Deceit, but he couldn't tell and dared not gamble.
In situations like this, you need the " Spectator " to cooperate!
"You've said so much? It can't just be about finding a way to ' Parasitism ' me, right? You should understand that before you severely injure me, it's very difficult for you to Parasitism a ' Bizarro Sorcerer ' who can see ' Spirit Body Threads '." Klein Gehrman Sparrow, looked at Amon and suddenly spoke calmly.
Amon chuckled and said:
"You finally figured it out."
"Are you Stealing my Fate?" Klein once again switched places with the Marionette, causing his true form to constantly Blink in various corners of the garden.
"No." Amon shook his head, hands in his pockets, and chuckled leisurely, "The fact that Arrodes, this ' Magic Mirror,' is willing to obey your orders and deliberately curry favor with you shows that you are not as simple as I thought. I am not Beyonder of the ' Tyrant ' pathway, and I certainly wouldn't rashly Stealing your Fate. Hehe, I suddenly have a premonition that directly replacing you will lead to some things I don't want to see."
"How do you know Arrodes is trying to curry favor with me? Flora Jacob's Fate shouldn't involve such things." Klein, who resembled Gehrman Sparrow, suddenly appeared in the tree.
His different Marionette continued to change positions.
Amon pulled out one hand, pinched his chin, and said:
"Didn't I just say? I spent some time trying to figure out the source. Well, I went to the Church of Steam and had a chat with Arrodes. It wasn't very honest; it preferred to endure my torture rather than reveal your true origins. It's a pity that it was inside the Church of Steam; otherwise, I could have just ' Parasitism ' it and known everything."
Even living Sealed Artifact can " Parasitism "? If Arrodes strictly adheres to the rules, then its past answers suggest that it doesn't fully understand my true situation, only having some guesses... Klein's eyes widened slightly, and just as he was about to speak, he heard Amon laugh and say:
"You're really not in a hurry at all. What are you waiting for?"
"Don't you know that the Sequence 2 corresponding to my path is called ' Fate Trojan Horse '? Although I am just an ordinary clone now, I can still apply some abilities in a preliminary way. For example, I can tamper with your Fate and make it make certain Error within a certain period of time. Just like now, no matter how much you cry for help, no one will notice."
"Heh, so in other words, even if you activate the Evernight Badge in your hand, you can only borrow its Concealment influence and cannot transmit your distress signal, no matter what you agreed upon. Also, even if you shout 'Help!' or create an explosion, passersby and servants in the house will not be able to hear you."
"That's why I talked so much just now. For an ordinary clone, this kind of operation takes a considerable amount of time."
"Alright, it's your turn to answer my question."
Klein didn't answer directly, constantly switching positions with the Marionette, but always keeping one Marionette facing Amon directly in order to "communicate" with him.
At this moment, he had the Marionette ask:
"Now that you've already Manipulation the realm of Fate, why haven't you made your move yet?"
"You seem to be waiting too..."
Before Gehrman Sparrow had stretched into a thin "paper doll," could finish speaking, a fierce gust of wind could be heard in the distance.
Wearing a black trench coat, Leonard was pulled along by a cane inlaid with silver metal and flew at high speed to Böklund Street!
Klein had already Blink to Amon's side, immediately spoke:
"This is what I've been waiting for!"
As he spoke, he activated the Evernight Emblem he was holding tightly in his hand.
At the same time, he snapped his fingers with his left hand, setting the tallest tree in the garden ablaze, sending crimson flames soaring into the air.
It was so conspicuous, like a giant torch, an anomaly that was immediately visible throughout the entire block. Yet, neither the maid wiping the first-floor windows nor the pedestrians strolling under the plane trees of Intis noticed it Leonard Mitchell, suspended in mid-air, ignored the scene and sped toward his planned destination, 39 Böklund Street.
Just then, the slightly aged voice of Pallez Zoroast echoed in the mind of the " Red Gloves ":
"Turn around and head for number 160."
Although Leonard was puzzled, his extensive experience with supernatural events prevented him from asking why. He immediately tugged at the " Words of the Sea " cane, changing its direction.
In the garden of 160 Böklund Street, Amon raised his head, pressed his right hand against his crystal monocle, and chuckled:
"This is what I've been waiting for."
He didn't look at Gehrman Sparrow, his smile widening as he continued, barely able to contain his delight:
"To think that they could discover the anomaly in the Fate of this region..."
"It is Him, Pallez!"
As he spoke, the " Blasphemer " changed his gesture and adjusted his monocle.
At this moment, the entire neighborhood was shrouded in an eerie darkness, as if it had been isolated from reality and become a secret.
In the living room of 39 Böklund Street, Hibbert looked out the window and murmured with a hint of doubt:
Is it going to rain?
This was nothing important, she quickly looked away and reached for the three-tiered tray with afternoon tea.
Then she saw her father, Congressman Macht, strangely spread out his right hand.
A tiny ray of light materialized out of thin air and transformed into a monocle-like lens made of crystal in the palm of his hand.
Congressman Macht then put the monocle on his right eye.
Hibbert had clearly sensed something was wrong and looked at the others in the room with a hint of panic.
Her mother, Madam Liana, removed the ornament from the bridge of her nose and put on a monocle that appeared out of nowhere. The male and female servants standing beside her also took out monocles of the same style and put them on their right eyes at the same time.
Clang!
Hibbert instinctively stood up, backed away, and knocked the chair to the ground.
The sound startled everyone in the room. Senator Macht, Madam Liana, and the servants all turned to look at Hibbert.
A smile slowly crept onto their lips.
"Ah!"
Hibbert broke down instantly, letting out a piercing scream.
The scream echoed from the house, penetrated the garden, and drew the attention of passersby on the street. Amon, having lowered his right hand from his monocle, looked at the figure in mid-air and chuckled.
" Pallez, it's already the 1350th year of the Fifth Era. The technique of relying on the aggregation of clones to increase one's level is outdated."
Behind him, Klein stopped talking and reached into his robes as if to draw a gun, while making the " Creeping Hunger " transparent, condensing into a transparent book in front of him.
With a simple gesture, Amon's human skin glove vanished.
However, along with the human skin gloves, Gehrman Sparrow also disappeared.
Snap!
What fell into Amon's hands was not a glove, but a mouse, a mouse that died due to the reversal of Marionettization.
On the other side of Amon, Klein, wearing a shirt and vest without a top hat, Blink and threw the object he had just taken out at his target.
That was a paper crane.
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