Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 792 I lied to you
boom--

Blue flames that could melt everything exploded on the beach, scorching air gushed out, even the river water flowing through here stagnated, and gray-white steam rose like a mushroom cloud.

But in the center of the explosion, a ray of nearly black flame struggled to resist the surrounding blue flames and continued to expand. The figure in the center, surrounded by many iron soldiers holding different weapons, looked thin but firm.

He made good use of the stolen black flame, but that was all. As a hunter who could control flames, the Reaper Legion was not afraid of most flames. They could use their own high-temperature flames to resist the cursed flames. As dead, they had no intention of being stolen... Amon's only solution was to steal this magical item directly, but now there were not one but ten Reapers, and they were even Sequence 3 War Bishops...

Angel cautiously did not follow the soldiers forward, but fell slightly behind. The "Iron Knight" characteristic of his right hand continued to emit an astonishing aura, commanding his soldiers to charge at the risk of their lives. The disease that had entered the realm of mysticism and was not afraid of high temperatures also spread with it. He wanted to take advantage of Amon's lack of time to transfer "fate" and infect him again and defeat him!
The figure surrounded by flames and pointed at by ten weapons did not panic. He raised his left hand slightly, and his eyes swept across the iron soldiers with blue flames. He immediately confirmed the status of these magical items. He changed his idea of ​​stealing to directly stealing the items themselves, and visited them all in the blink of an eye.

The three soldiers retracted the giant swords and spears that were originally pointed at Amon, and threw them to their former teammates without hesitation. Amid the sound of steel clashing, a gap immediately appeared in the encirclement that was originally densely packed and almost blocked all positions.

At the same time, Angel, who was watching, felt her spirituality touched. Having been stolen from her position twice in a row, she immediately activated the flame flash of the "Hypocrisy" ring and flashed into the area where black and blue flames were mixed, and the temperature almost melted the gravel under her feet.

This action is very risky. If Amon stops stealing the action halfway, Angel, who has lost the black flame and the mirror substitute, is likely to be burned by the irresistible high temperature, or be forced to use the few "magic wand substitutes".

Fortunately, Amon's previous action of quickly stealing the ownership of the "Reaper Legion" was very consistent with his action of stealing Angel, and he didn't even have time to observe the latter's movements before he exchanged positions with her.

The two figures flashed, Angel came to the center of the black flame, and Amon appeared in the blue flames coming out of the reapers' bodies.

The black flames belonging to Amon quickly got out of control, and surged forward along with the blue flames that kept squeezing towards the center. Angel immediately felt his skin tighten, his eyes sting, and even his breathing was filled with heat waves that could burn everything.

Frost!

Crystal clear ice with the same aura of destruction gushed out from under her feet and in her palms, colliding with the flames around her. The steam spread like an explosion, instantly blocking out the black flames and raging fire.

During this period, Angel felt that he had lost an important, but not so important ability: invisible thread.

He should be trying to steal my frost ability so that I can't resist the flames, but it seems that my luck is not so good... Thinking of luck, Angel remembered the battle with the Rose School demigod Zatwin. At that time, each shot of her "Good Luck" pistol was strengthened by special abilities, and she beat a Sequence 4 into a mess for no reason.

Could it be the "big snake" that Amon mentioned?
While she was thinking, she faintly heard Amon's "tsk", and he was obviously not satisfied with the result.

If my prediction is correct, this clone is about Sequence 4, and should be the same as the “Parasite” gloves, which can only steal three extraordinary abilities from the same target. He has already stolen “Mirror Substitute”, “Cursed Black Flame” and “Invisible Silk Thread”, which means that in the short term, he will only be able to use these three abilities to fight, and the “Reaper Legion”...

Through the steam, Angel discovered that the seven iron soldiers around her had taken advantage of their numbers to knock down the three "traitors" in a few seconds, and then turned their weapons and rushed towards Amon who had escaped the encirclement.

Eight to four, the advantage is on my side... Angel glanced at the Amon soldier who was having trouble standing up. The "Rose Necklace" on her chest flashed a deep blue luster. The soul of the "Wind-loving One" gave her control over the wind.

With a loud bang, the compressed air under her feet suddenly exploded, and the air wave swept away the remaining black, blue, and gray flames and mist, and also caused her body to smash towards Amon not far away like a cannonball.

Even if she lost her mirror substitute and her invisible spider silk, she could still move quickly!
Swish, invisible threads appeared from the void and formed one net after another, blocking Angel. The black flame summoned by Amon also passed through the mesh and stabbed towards her like a sharp blade.

He is so skilled in using it, he must have stolen many extraordinary abilities from witches before... Angel laughed secretly, and the "Iron Knight" attribute in her right hand burst out with blue and purple flames, which emerged from between her fingers and instantly wrapped around her rushing forward body, making her look like a mythical fire giant.

The high temperature burned the silk threads that were touching his body, dispelled the thick black flames, and he and Angel pounced towards Amon who was standing there in a daze.

No, he didn't stand there, he quickly raised his hand.

The flames covering Angel's body disappeared immediately. The instantaneous transition from bright to dim left a blank in the sight of the two fighters. But the next moment, the same flame filled the blank again. Angel, who was lifted up by the strong wind and flying in flames, still held the characteristics of the "Iron-Blooded Knight" in his hand.

The moment Amon took action, she threw this extraordinary characteristic into the "Mirror Space", avoiding the fate of being stolen, and then took it back and turned it into the most powerful weapon again.

But Amon did not feel frustrated for getting nothing. Instead, he smiled slightly and turned into mirror fragments under Angel's flaming fist.

Snap! Debris reflecting blue-purple light danced in the air, outlining the reappearing figure of Amon not far away. His top hat was blown up by the scorching wind, revealing his meticulously groomed black hair, and his eyes were full of smiles under his monocle.

In his raised hand, he held a white feather that constantly exuded the breath of death.

That was the "Wings of Death" dropped by the Quetzalcoatl on the Nameless Island and strengthened by Mr. Azik's blood!
Puff! As the thick deathly aura spread to the entire beach, Angel, who was covered in flames, stopped, the tin puppets holding weapons stopped, and even the steam that had not yet dissipated in the air seemed to have stopped.

"Do you think I would steal the 'Iron Knight' from you?" Amon put one hand in the outer pocket of his windbreaker, pinched the root of the feather with the other hand and turned it, smiling leisurely, "It will only allow me to add more fuel to the fire, what's the use of it?"

As he spoke, he slightly pressed down the feathers, and the gushing breath of death almost extinguished the flames on Angel's body, leaving her standing there, unable to move. The "connection" that could originally share the damage and pressure with his iron soldiers was also useless because they were also suppressed in the same way.

"In fact, there are no irreconcilable contradictions between us. You seem to want to deal with the 'thief' demigod in the manor over there, and I am also committed to clearing out these hidden rats... How about this, you hand him over to me, and you don't have to bear the fate of being hurt by his counterattack before his death."

As he spoke, Amon stretched out his left hand, waving the feather in his hand as if inviting Angel to join the united front.

"I once heard an evil spirit from the Fourth Epoch say this. Guess what he did afterwards?"

Angel scoffed and asked back in a low voice, the sound floating over the breeze-blown riverbank, making it difficult to hear clearly.

"I see. It seems that you have a deep misunderstanding of me." Amon shook his head regretfully, took back the white feather and put it in his chest pocket. "Although I am curious whether the evil spirit you mentioned is the annoying guy in my memory, I will have enough time to slowly understand it later..."

"By the way, I just said that I didn't want to steal your fate because you are a believer in the night. I lied to you.

"What do you think I'm waiting for after saying all this?"

Before he finished speaking, his body was still trembling in the breath of "Deathwing", and Angel, who was unable to move, relaxed all over.

Then, she raised her right hand and pressed her eye sockets with delicate skin and seductive eyelashes.

The smile on Amon's lips became even more intense, like a half-grown child who had picked up a toy. He shook his empty arm, and the top hat that was blown away by the wind returned to his hand and was put back on his neatly-knit black hair. Then the hand reached to his mouth, and after a few uncontrollable coughs, it was moved away, with a trace of dark red blood already stained on it.

If the battle had continued for another half a minute, he might have succumbed to the witch's disease.

The seven iron soldiers who had come to his side also stopped and put down their weapons, looking around blankly as if they had lost the purpose and value of their existence.

The new instructions kept them where they were.

Wait, I haven’t stolen their ownership yet… Amon’s black pupils dilated under his monocle, and he stood there in a daze, not even bothering to cough because his throat was itchy.

He subconsciously activated the "mirror substitute", but the last mirror he stole did not respond.

boom--

Bluish-purple flames that could melt everything emerged from his mouth, emerged from his nose, and spewed from his ears.

"Ho ho..."

Amon, who was unable to make any sound and could only breathe out hot air, slowly turned his head. Out of the corner of his eye he could only see a wisp of light golden hair, shining in the firelight and fluttering slowly in the breeze.

"Two questions," a clear, seductive voice rang beside his ears, which had lost their eardrums. "First, you are not parasitizing me, but my illusion. It is different from a substitute and is a completely false existence. Second, this feather has the blood of one of my elders, which greatly reduces its effectiveness on me, on another person."

"Ho..."

Amon breathed out another breath of flames, the skin on his face and hands turned black, and he slowly fell to his knees.

"Any questions?"

Angel, who had come out of stealth, chuckled, walked up to him, and before the flames generated by the "Iron Knight" completely spread to Amon's body, he pulled out the feathers on his chest and threw them into the mirror space.

"If what you want to ask is the mirror substitute... Even though you have stolen my abilities and the mirror, I can still prevent people around me from using them. This is knowledge I have gained at the cost of my life, and you will have to sacrifice your life to learn it.

"Well, the first two times you were able to use a substitute, it was on purpose."

The flames suddenly jumped up, burning Amon's body, his questions and confusions, and his black clothes into ashes.

In mid-air, two translucent insects, one big and one small, but both with twelve segments, penetrated the flames and landed on the almost crystallized beach. They seemed to be completely unaffected by the high temperature. Behind Angel, the illusion of pinching the eye sockets also disappeared. A smaller insect with the same appearance seemed to be attracted by the other two and floated slowly towards him, and was caught by Angel.

(End of this chapter)