Amon the Blasphemer!
Leonard was no stranger to the person before him. Not only had he faced his projection before, but he had also heard of his deeds and nasty character from the old man Pallez Zoroaster of the
At this moment, Leonard's thoughts nearly completely froze, his mind a blank, with only a few thoughts able to stir.
Just then, Amon's lips moved, uttering ramblings that were entirely divine in nature.
In Leonard's mind, voices instantly echoed one after another, as if coming from countless Amons:
"Surprised? Shocked?"
"After realizing I couldn't get 'Source Castle' in the short term, I shifted my focus to
"If it weren't for the sake of deceiving you, why would I have played such a simple game of cat and mouse with him?"
"I think you should have been in contact..."
"He must have told you that I've been tracking him, disrupting his actions, setting traps at his destinations..."
"That was just a projection close to Sequence 1..."
"Oh, right, Pallez, I forgot to tell you, during a long period in the late Fourth Epoch, I pretended to be the ancestor of the
"I didn't deal with these guys because I had a premonition that this treasure would be useful. I have a projection that has been sleeping there for over a thousand years, patiently waiting for someone to open the treasure, and I didn't synchronize this information to my other projections, so that it could inadvertently mislead at certain times..."
"Well, this synchronization is my 'invention', Pallez, you're behind the times..."
"To truly determine your location, I watched those guys destroy the trap, take the items, watched your projection steal the characteristics and sealed artifacts from them, watched it carefully devour and digest, and now patience has finally paid off..."
"I guess you're now thinking about how to stall for time, waiting for the divine descent..."
These voices superimposed on each other, tearing apart Leonard's thoughts, piercing his soul, causing his head to physically expand and contract, causing tufts of black fuzz to appear on his face, and flesh to writhe from his sides and waist as if forming new limbs.
Just a few ramblings, and Leonard was on the verge of losing control, in agony, completely powerless to resist.
This was the Son of the Creator, this was the King of Angels.
At the same time, 7 Pinster Street began to change. Black stone pillars had risen from nowhere, supporting a majestic cathedral.
Every pillar, every arch, every dome of this cathedral was inlaid with bones of different races, densely and chaotically packed together, staring at the relatively diminutive Leonard in the center of the hall with hollow eye sockets, as if passing judgment.
Amon stood before a hundred-meter-high cross at the back of the cathedral, smiling as he looked at Leonard, bent over with a contorted expression, and said:
"Not a bad bone church, is it?"
"I just stole it not long ago."
"This way, for Them to discover the anomaly here and descend, it will take at least thirty seconds. That's enough."
Saying that, Amon raised his hand and tweaked his crystal-made monocle, his face full of glee.
Suddenly, a 'dong' sound rang in Leonard's ears, ethereal and faint, as if from infinite distance.
This caused the ramblings that were tearing up and contaminating Leonard's spirit to stop abruptly, and everything around became quiet.
In Leonard's eyes, rays of light burst out from his body one after another, condensing before him into a pure, clean figure resembling an angel, but without wings.
This figure was also a hundred meters tall, with tiny lights constantly flickering on its surface, seeming to mark the passing of time.
Leonard's body was then pushed by an invisible force, flying backward toward the door of the bone church.
On that door, transparent distorted faces emerged, sealing the inside and outside, isolating the Spirit World and the Astral World.
"Dong!"
Another bell toll, and those transparent faces full of pain suddenly froze.
Leonard's figure was no longer obstructed, and in that brief gap, having lost substantiality, it passed through the door of the 'bone church'.
Everything he saw before him instantly returned to normal: there was still a bit of light high in the sky, and the gas street lamps by the road were already emitting light, illuminating the dark 7 Pinster Street.
From the outside, the building was quiet, peaceful, dark, and empty.
Old man... Only now did Leonard begin to regain his thoughts, his heart tightened, and he stepped forward, intending to re-enter the house.