Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 791 Meeting Amon on the Road
This was not the first time that Angel was unable to use his own abilities.

Outside Bayam City, while escaping from the pursuit of the "Rose School", she had once been stolen extraordinary powers by the "Puppet" Zatwin using the "Parasite" gloves when she was fighting against him. Later, the magical item that betrayed its owner was also used by Angel to steal the opponent's extraordinary powers, so she was not unfamiliar with this feeling.

This allowed Angel to immediately confirm that he had encountered the demigod of the "thief".

If it wasn’t a demigod or a magical item of the same sequence, it would be impossible to steal extraordinary abilities from me who was hiding in the mirror world... She seemed to understand something, and her eyes quickly swept across the beach under her feet, the Tussock River rushing beside her, and the bushes not far away.

At the edge of the beach and the woods, a slightly dim figure slowly walked out. He didn't look very old, with a thin face and a broad forehead. His short black hair was mostly covered by a top hat. He wore a black windbreaker like a robe, paired with black pants and black leather shoes, like a young gentleman who had strayed into the woods from Backlund's most prosperous commercial district.

What caught Angel's attention was the crystal monocle on his right eye. His black eyes, the same color as her hair, looked at her with interest behind the lens.

This monocle, which is rarely seen nowadays, immediately reminded Angel of another image he had seen. He was the invader that Mr. "Sun" encountered in the City of Silver, the "blasphemer" Amon who "parasitized" this Tarot Club member and was discovered and eliminated in time by Mr. "Fool"!
Is this his incarnation that came to Backlund?

Without hesitation, Angel was about to use the "mirror" created by the river surface behind him again to enter the mirror world and escape from here.

Combining her knowledge as a member of the Tarot Club and the conclusions of her discussion with Klein, she knew that the avatar of this "Angel King" should be at least a demigod. Considering that the other party would face pressure from the official Beyonders of the three major churches when infiltrating Backlund, it is not impossible that he is a Sequence 3 or even Sequence 2.

At least, this clone will have the "personality" of the original body. Otherwise, Angel, who is moving at high speed in the mirror world, would not be attacked by an ordinary "thief" demigod and become spiritually alert to the danger.

These thoughts only passed through her mind once, and "entering the mirror world" was the final conclusion that remained in her brain, but she just turned around and lost this important conclusion before she could leave with the help of the mirror.

Her thoughts were stolen.

"Oh, in a hurry to leave? Or in a hurry to go to that manor?"

Amon, who was wearing a crystal monocle, chuckled and did not take this opportunity to do anything more. Instead, he asked in a light tone.

The momentary blankness in his mind faded away, and Angel stepped beside the flowing river. He looked back at Amon, who did not continue to attack, frowned, and did not answer.

She had no idea what this "blasphemer" was trying to do.

But this did not prevent her from establishing a connection with the mirror world and being ready to leave at any time.

At the same time, the mystical germs she created spread rapidly with the flowing air, covering the entire beach, spreading to the nearby woods, and surrounding Amon.

"I'm very curious. How could a witch show up in Backlund so brazenly? Weren't you just captured and driven away by the official Beyonders? Most of you have already left here, right?"

Seeing Angel stop, Amon spoke again, his eyes revealing a curiosity that didn't seem fake.

His right hand, which was hanging naturally, moved slightly, but then shook as if he had been electrocuted.

"Tsk tsk, it turns out to be the witch of the Dark Night Family. This makes me even more curious."

Only then did Angel feel a hint of coolness on his wrist, which was the power emitted by the "Secret Holy Emblem" when it was touched.

Is He planning to steal the magical item from me? To deal with a Sequence 4 like me, does an Angel King need to use language to interfere and wait for an interval to steal?
Could it be that “He” is just a weaker clone, not even as strong as Sequence 4?

This conclusion puzzled Angel. She had thought that Amon, whom she met on the way to Elk Manor to look for Hazel's "thief" teacher, must have been attracted by the "aggregation" effect. This meant that the other party's sequence must be very high to have such obvious aggregation.

If there was such a strong attraction between just two Sequence 4s, even if Angel was walking on the street, he would run into Katarina who was out sunbathing, or be bumped into by other demigod witches lurking in Backlund.

Therefore, He appeared on the way to the Elk Manor because He was not very powerful, but because He was the incarnation of the "Angel King", He had a higher status, so He was attracted by the demigod who was on the verge of losing control... Or, He was just "one of the incarnations", and more and more powerful Amons were on the way to the Elk Manor?

After realizing this, Angel turned around again and used the river water that reflected his own image under his feet to connect to the "mirror world". He was about to enter the virtual world with countless mirror passages that allowed him to leave quickly.

But the next second, the Tussock River rushing in front of her turned into clumps of low bushes and lush green grass.

Amon landed at the position where Angel was before. The cold river water under his feet flooded over his leather shoes and wet part of his trouser legs. He didn't care at all. He pressed the monocle on his eye socket with one hand and opened his other hand slightly, saying with emotion:

“You seem afraid of us.

"We haven't seen you, but have you seen us?"

We... As expected, he is just a clone, and there are many clones!

Angel, whose position was stolen and swapped with Amon's clone, suddenly jumped up. Huge black flames that almost covered the sky surged out from her side and swept towards Amon by the river.

The surface of the river where his figure was reflected had lines that were invisible to the naked eye and only faintly visible on the part touched by water, which bound him tightly in place as he wore a windbreaker and a top hat.

Angel has seen that the avatar of this "thief" does not have his own powerful attack ability. His purpose of delaying time with words is to steal as many abilities as possible from the opponent and use them as a means of fighting. So far, Amon has only stolen her mirror substitute, and this ability can only be used with a "mirror"!
Of course, the opponent can steal the "position" again and let Angel return to the river, back to the position where he was tied up with silk threads and surrounded by flames.

In this way, I can return to the mirror world and leave here...

boom--

The black flames carrying a powerful curse licked the beach like a giant tongue, swallowing up the trapped figure.

No, he wasn't hurt...

The spiritual reminder made Angel look to the other side of the beach. Under the moonlight, an identical figure was outlined, flashing with the light of the mirror.

The red light faded, and Amon appeared with a smile, with a silk hat on his head and a windbreaker on his body without any mess. If it weren't for the wet trouser legs that proved that he was the one standing in the water before, Angel almost thought it was another incarnation of Amon.

"Nice trick, isn't it?"

He said this with his ever-changing smile, and as he flipped his left hand, a small and exquisite ladies' dressing mirror with a broken mirror appeared in his palm like magic.

That's my mirror... was it stolen by him?

Angel's eyes focused, and more black flames than before appeared from the air and swept towards Amon again.

As expected, with the slight sense of disharmony caused by the change of position, the cursed black flame in Angel's sight seemed to turn 180 degrees and rushed towards his position.

She switched places with Amon again.

Puff! The black flames that were burning towards their master dissipated like a candle being extinguished by the wind, leaving only the scorching air and the sound of changing airflow.

"A demigod witch only has these means? You are stalling for time, what are you waiting for?" Amon, who had exchanged positions, still maintained his calm demeanor and said as if talking to himself, "Are you waiting for my disease to flare up? This fate belongs to the fish in the river. Look, its body has floated away."

As he said this, he simply laughed.

"Oh, if your fate was not so unpredictable to me and you were protected by the darkness, you would have been the one to die of illness.

"But I am more curious about your past... This fate is not harmonious, and there are even signs of being changed... Tsk tsk, that big snake?"

The big snake? Ouroboros, the "mercury snake" and "angel of fate"?
When Angel heard the key words such as fate and snake, this thought immediately popped up in his mind, and then his mind went blank again.

"Sure enough, you have met Him before... This makes me even more curious about your identity."

As he spoke, Amon twisted his face in front of Angel, stretched out his black hair, and in the blink of an eye he turned into a woman in a windbreaker with brown hair, black eyes and a flat figure, and then changed back to his original state in an unclear transformation.

What is he doing... No, this is the ability of the "Faceless Man", he stole my "Hypocrisy" ring?
The touch of Angel's fingers confirmed that her ring was not lost, but the light golden hair floating in the breeze made her know that the ring's transformation ability was indeed stolen by the other party.

"Hmm, Angelica Thatch? I said that the appearance of a demigod witch couldn't be too ordinary... If those pirates knew that the famous 'Golden Queen' was actually a lackey of the Church of Evernight, I wonder what they would think..."

Before he finished his words, another round of black flames came towards him, causing Amon to shake his head with some regret.

"Is this the only trick you have?"

He waved his hand as if to drive away mosquitoes, and accurately stole the opponent's "Cursed Black Flame", making the flames in the sky disappear silently as if wiped out by an eraser.

A figure, pulled by a silk thread and approaching rapidly, also appeared from behind the flame.

Angel grasped the "Iron Knight" characteristic in one hand and threw out a string of iron dolls connected end to end with the other hand, turning them into two-meter-high armored soldiers in the air, falling on the beach like rain.

She has discovered that there is a certain interval between Amon's "stealing" of certain abilities or items. The moment an item, ability, or even "position" is stolen is when he is at his weakest!
Reaper, enter...

The idea of ​​her commanding her subordinates was stolen in an instant, but the subsequent ideas lined up one after another, with almost no gaps.

"Reapers, attack!"

In mid-air, the Reapers with blue flames coming out of their weapons jumped down one after another, instantly covering Amon's thin figure.

(End of this chapter)