Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 327 Is Bethel back?

"Don't worry, there's nothing to be afraid of. You're above the starry sky. Even if Gehrman Sparrow can find him, the reporters won't be able to follow you."

Amon said nonchalantly, and at the same time took a step forward, imitating the action of Gehrman Sparrow's marionette's historical projection, and depicted the symbol drawn by the other party on that stone slab.

Soon, the complicated vertical eyes were drawn.

Streams of pure light then covered it, wandering along the lines, and finally gathered together.

Amidst the bright light, a double door formed purely of distorted order emerged. Amon stretched out his hand and pushed gently, and with the rumbling sound, the door slowly opened.

Before Forsi saw the scene behind the door clearly, Amon's body turned into a streak of light again, submerged into Forsi's forehead, and returned to the parasitic state.

"Only one person can pass through, and I have to parasitize on you."

Amon said it as a matter of course, and then manipulated Forsi's body to step into the door.

There was nothing unusual about the scene behind the door. Fors could see the stone slabs outside, the walls with holes, and the clouds floating in mid-air.

"There is no one here, where is the person you mentioned?"

Forsi looked around, but there was no one there, so she asked Amon strangely.

"Hehe, who said there is no? Look up, isn't it full of people there?"

Amon laughed and motioned Fors to look up.

Forsi looked up in astonishment, and then her heart almost stopped beating in fright.

As far as she could see, black shadows hung one after another, including human beings and space creatures.

The dressing style of human beings still stays in the fourth era. Some wear black classical robes, while others wear fluffy dresses.As for the star creatures, most are naked.

However, whether it is human beings or star creatures, they are like bacon that is drying, hanging from a high place, with their heads drooping, their eyes white and wobbly.

A gust of cold wind blew up inside the church, and one after another of the figures hanging in the air turned around at the same time, as if they were looking at Forsi with those blank white eyes.

Their bodies seemed to be connected by ropes, their heads still hanging down.

Those figures shook like wind chimes, opened their mouths, and made a sound that was almost raving:

"Honakis...Freguera..."

"Honakis...Freguera..."

"Honakis...Freguera..."

(PS: Every time I see this babbling, I suspect that the squid is in the water, and I also have one)
These voices echoed and overlapped, merged into one, and drilled into Forsi's ears, making her scalp feel numb and her body tremble unconsciously.

What happened to these people?
As soon as Fors thought about quitting, she felt that her thinking gradually became stagnant, and the scene in her eyes gradually turned into slow motion.

Her movements became jerky, as if the gears lacked lubrication, or the joints were covered with rust.

Well, now I know...

Even though her thoughts had slowed down, Forsi couldn't help but think of such nonsense.

However, having seen Mister "World"'s methods, she is not afraid of this kind of extraordinary ability that knows everything.

As an adjacent path, she, who has become a "mysterious mage", naturally has a way to counteract the puppet master's method.

Forsi concentrated her mind, stretched out her hand to grab the void, and pulled it like pulling a curtain.

The area she was in was then shrouded in shadow, distorted, and then disappeared.

This is the hidden space of the "Mystery Master"!
Forsi can use this ability to divide a place into two places, some of which are hidden and must pass through a specific "door" to enter.

At this moment, in the area that was cut and hidden, the church existed normally, with floor tiles and a ceiling, and the mummy hanging from the roof turned back.

After noticing the disappearance of that stagnant feeling, Forsi breathed a sigh of relief, looked around, and her gaze stayed on a transparent vortex in midair.

This is the "door".

All hidden spaces must have a "door".

Fors took out her vanity mirror, reached into her beaded pouch, took out a vanity mirror, and inlaid it at the "door".

The mirror distorted and quickly reflected the outside scene:
Countless maggots huddled together, sitting on the huge seat in the center of the hall, wriggling slowly, growing wantonly, and spreading out almost invisible tentacles.

The maggots with transparent patterns are twisted and twisted together to form a steeple-like top. A man who looks like a finger puppet in the hands of a magician grows on the top of the steeple. His lower body is twisted together with the pile of twisted worms. Difficult to distinguish each other's boundaries.

His eyes are dark, and they contain indescribable vicissitudes. His face is quite young, and his facial features are not bad, but on his cheeks, there are clumps of thick black short hair like wolf hair.

His shoulder-length hair is already half white, half hidden and half obvious, giving people a contradictory feeling of being old and young, rational and crazy.

As if aware of Forsi's gaze, he cast his indifferent eyes in Forsi's direction, looking straight at the hidden "door".

Isn't it, this will be found too?

Forsi was still wondering if the other party was cheating, but found that her joints became stiff again, faster than last time, so fast that she could hardly make a new response.

How did he... break open the secret space?
Forsi looked at the "door" with difficulty. The vanity mirror had broken at some point, and countless silky and transparent tentacles with complicated patterns poured in from the broken mirror, completely sealing off the space around her.

You have to use...the scroll of gods...

Fors immediately understood that this existence was not something she could fight against, so she simply reached out to the beaded bag again.

However, when her hand just touched the picture frame, the angel with vicissitudes of eyes cast his gaze on her again.

An illusory picture frame appeared in his hand out of thin air, exactly the same as the "God's Picture Scroll" in Forsi's hand.

Forsi had no time to think about why the other party did this, and now she just wanted to activate the scroll of gods as soon as possible, hoping that the legend left by the ancestor of the Abraham family "Mr. Gate" would respond to her call again.

In the next second, her eyes were suddenly filled with despair and astonishment.

The picture frame pulled out by Forsi suddenly became unreal, and disappeared as a colorless light spot in her shocked eyes.

And the picture frame in that angel's hand became solid, as if the one in his hand was the real one.

At the moment just now, the angel of the ancient era summoned the historical projection of the "God's Picture Scroll", and then relied on a miracle to make the historical projection replace the real "God's Picture Scroll", and let the historical projection in Forsi's hand Dissipate naturally.

This, this can't be helped...

Such a thought flashed through Fors's mind. Her spiritual intuition told Fors that she didn't have much time left, and she only had time to try once.

Before she had time to think carefully about preparations, Fors shouted in her heart without hesitation:
"Where is your teammate, where is your teammate, save me!"

Amon spent so much effort to get himself here, wouldn't it be for the purpose of delivering food to the owner here?

Although according to Amon's appearance, he was indeed very familiar with the owner here before, and it seems that he has been friends with him for many years, and it is normal for friends to come to the door to bring some pastries or gift boxes...

Analyzing it, it is really possible...

Just when Forsi's thoughts gradually solidified with this thought that made her want to cry, Amon finally made a move.

In just an instant, Forsi found herself sitting in the middle of that huge throne, holding the original "God's Picture Scroll" in her hand, and the angel disappeared.

Amon stole his position, interrupted the manipulation of the thread of the spirit body as the space shifted, and briefly threw the other party into the space that Fors isolated.

However, just as that illusory space couldn't block his sight, naturally it couldn't block his steps either.

Countless slippery and weird tentacles gushed out of the shattered vortex again, tearing up that isolated independent space almost instantly. The figure of the angel in a gray classical robe was like driftwood on the tide, Up and down in a sea of ​​tentacles.

At this moment, Amon also made the next move.

He started splitting directly from Forsi's body, and all the figures hanging from the ceiling turned into Amon. They broke free from the shackles of the spiritual body strings, and stretched out their palms towards the messy and crazy mass of slippery tentacles. .

Countless Amons wearing pointed soft hats and monocles surrounded him and Forsi in an instant. Some of them turned into ancient and mysterious symbols, and some turned into pure starlight, as if to shape A cage, some stretch out their palms, and carry out unified "stealing".

When dealing with that "fool", what they stole included time, anchor, authority, destiny, identity, and self-knowledge, but now, they only stole one thing, and that was the madness in the opponent's body.

As the light spot exploded, the group of frantically wriggling tentacles suddenly stopped.

At this moment, the angel seemed to have lost his body, leaving only a translucent gray cloak and indifferent eyes.

The crazy avatar that stole him quickly withered and died, turning into strips of worms with twelve transparent links.

With Amon's operation, the activities of the group of tentacles gradually settled down, and gradually faded and shrunk, leaving only a bony figure standing in the forest of steles with a dazed expression.

Only then Forsi breathed a sigh of relief,

As far as she knew, Mister Fool and Amon once had a fierce confrontation above the gray mist, and the Fool finally fell asleep, while Amon fled by degrading himself.

However, according to Amon's current performance, he is still stronger than ordinary angels, and it is very likely that he is still at the level of Sequence 1 "Worm of Time".

Sigh, it's not that I want to be promoted, it's that the guys in the adjacent pathways are too scary, if I don't get promoted, I won't be able to survive...

Forsi lamented in her heart, and at this moment, Amon had already walked to the side of the thin being in the gray robe.

The frivolous smile on Amon's face faded a little, and then waved to the angel pretending to be relaxed.

"Long time no see... Antigonus."

……

Antigonus?Forsi searched quickly in her mind.

But knowledge is not something you want. Forsi racked her brains, but only remembered that Mr. "World" once mentioned a notebook related to this family. It seemed that Mr. World was very concerned about it.

This is the ancestor of that family?
Forsi guessed in her heart that she was no stranger to similar family bosses, after all the Abraham family was once an angel family.

"I really miss it... It's been a long time since anyone called me that."

Antigonus' expression suddenly became strange, "Actually, no one has talked to me like this for a long time."

"Of course. After learning from Adam that you have solidified a city here, I was really surprised once."

"What are you here for?"

Antigonus ignored Amon's ridicule, but continued to ask at his own pace, "Are you here because of my extraordinary characteristics? Then you should go to the Church of the Goddess."

"The me here is just a [miracle] that has been fixed... Reverse my past and future, and then graft it in the core of the secret puppet city deep in the starry sky. I have stayed in the stage of miracle master for nearly a thousand years, Now I also have enough time to prepare for the final miracle with the Sequence 2 character."

"I really wish you were in such a weak state when I took your Extraordinary characteristics, but it's unnecessary now."

Amon laughed self-deprecatingly, "I failed, and your body also failed...others became the 'Lord of Mysteries'."

After Amon finished speaking, he cast his eyes on Antigonus, and the latter was a little astonished, and was silent for a few seconds before tentatively asking, as if he had some kind of cruel expectation—of course, This cruelty was to Himself.

"...Is Bethel back?"

Amon didn't speak, just shook his head.

Antigonus opened his mouth a little, but in the end, he just sighed dejectedly.

"That's it... we all failed."

……

I don't know why, but now I feel a little sad...

Forsi stood aside, watching the two kings of angels who had passed adjacent to each other standing there silently, like two weathered stone pillars, and suddenly felt a sense of loss welling up in her heart.

If this atmosphere continues, I will definitely not be able to bear it... Fors silently prayed in her heart, praying that someone from them would speak first, so that she would not be so embarrassed by being on the sidelines.

Finally, it was Amon who broke the suffocating silence.

Amon looked around and cleared his throat, "Have you completed that final miracle?"

Antigonus did not answer, but nodded slightly.

(End of this chapter)