Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 810 Betray Yourself
"……interesting."

After a brief, heart-pounding silence, Amon chuckled and commented.

The crystal monocle in his right eye socket had tilted to one side at some point, almost falling off his face. The black glove in his hand jumped restlessly, as if it had its own life and thoughts, turned towards its new owner in the air, spread out its five shriveled fingers, and grasped a few times.

It stole nothing.

Instead, Amon waved his hand again, letting the "Parasite" glove return to his palm. He pinched the fingers of the leather glove with one hand and shook it, and caught the fallen object with the other hand. He pinched the talisman, which looked like it was made of purple gemstone but was very dim inside, between his fingers and turned it to observe.

Behind him, those Amon's clones who had revealed their true forms also stopped their movements, looking at the two-story house with staggered eyes, looking at the Amon who had gathered their strength.

They did not attack each other as Angel expected, but instead showed the same miserable state as the enemies affected by the "betrayal" spell before, which made her think for a moment that her spell had no effect.

But soon, something strange happened.

On the rooftop across the street, a middle-aged gentleman wearing a monocle had a bright light flashing on his chest. A twelve-segment translucent insect that Angel was already familiar with flew out and shot into the body of Amon in front of her, who was wearing a classical robe. Not far away, next to a carriage transporting stones, a similar insect appeared behind the driver who was pulling the horse and pushing the glasses in his right eye socket from time to time. It was pulled into the air and returned to Amon, who was holding the "betrayal" spell.

More than ten rays of light flashed back and forth on the entire Doton Street, and the same number of "Time Bugs" returned to Amon one after another, making the clone in front of Angel more imposing.

But Amon, who had gathered the power of all nearby clones, did not launch an attack. Instead, he loosened his hands, letting the "Parasite" gloves and the activated "Betrayal" spell fall naturally to the ground. The former slowly crawled away from the spot with five fingers, obviously still affected by the effect of the spell, while the latter rolled a few times, reflecting a lavender light in the afternoon sunlight shining into the room from the window, reflecting the vaguely connected "Time Worm" ring inside.

"I won't ask you how you knew to use the 'Worm of Time' to make the spell. I guess that 'Snake of Fate' who hides its head and shows its tail must have done it... And although they won't betray me or themselves, these Beyonder Characteristics don't think so..."

Amon still had the same unchanging smile on his face, as if this attitude of "it has nothing to do with me" had been deeply rooted in his bones and would not change even at the moment of life and death.

But his chest was also flashing with a dazzling light composed of various colors, and a "Time Worm" that was much thicker and clearer than all the transparent worms Angel had ever seen was slowly taking shape.

This was like a scene where the characteristics were being precipitated at a speed hundreds of times faster, and it happened to a Beyonder who was not dead.

No, perhaps because the entire "avatar" is actually composed of extraordinary characteristics and the "worm of time", such a scene occurs.

The "Time Worm" that gathers all the previous extraordinary characteristics in his body and is used to maintain his existence and extraordinary abilities is also betraying its master and is about to drill out of his body!

At least Angel could sense from the various "witch" abilities that kept returning to his body that his opponent no longer had the strength and will to fight.

"...But I'm still a little curious," Amon, who gradually became transparent and illusory as the "Worm of Time" was precipitated, continued to speak with a teasing and smiling tone, "Based on our observations and analysis, you should not let the people around you fall into danger, but why are you indifferent to their transferred fate?"

Is this his last question? Could it be that he intends to pass the information to other clones after disappearing, so that they can improve their tactics against me in the future... Angel thought about it, and finally the desire to make the other party "desperate" overwhelmed the desire to keep the secret, and answered:

"Of course it's because the disease that was initially spread and then transferred by you was not fatal. It only caused symptoms such as low fever and fatigue, but it had immunity against another fatal disease that followed. You and the other clones naturally transferred this 'immunity', resulting in the fatal disease that was spread the second time only affecting the clones, and had no effect on the pedestrians around them."

As she spoke, she looked out the window. The sun was still shining brightly, the streets were still bustling, and no one had fallen from this inexplicable infectious disease.

"I see. Is this what He taught you?"

Amon's voice was barely audible, and his illusory figure almost disappeared in the light of the "Worm of Time".

"No, I'm just guessing at your character. You're timid, cautious, and never put yourself in danger..."

He also likes to hide aside and "watch the fun", which is why I chose to use disease to "screen" Amon's clones... Finally, there is the luck that Will Auceptin gave me, so that my most important disease ability has not been stolen... Angel added in his heart.

When she and Klein went to Dr. Allen's house for the second time this morning, the "Snake of Fate" provided more help, including using the "Time Worm" left by Amon's clone to make a spell against them, using the reflection in the mirror and the mirror substitute to block the "transfer" ability, and some combat warnings.

The former allows Angel's "betrayal" spell to parasitize on magical objects, avoid the sight of the Amons, and act on all clones within a certain range. The latter allows her to lock and kill an clone, allowing other Amons to choose to aggregate all individuals and improve the sequence to resist the power of this blockade "transfer".

Of course, if the Amons did not fall into the trap, Angel still had a last resort - to pull the Amons marked by the disease into the mirror world, continue to fight in a place isolated from reality, and wait for Leonard and Pales Zoroast to arrive. In this case, the Amons did not dare to steal the power of the "mirror world" at will, which might cause everything in the mirror to fall into the unknown spirit world, adding more risks.

Fortunately, everything went well. Amon’s primary target was still the Parasite Glove and the extraordinary characteristics inside, which made the trap I set in advance effective... She thought about it and looked at the place where Amon, who was wearing a black robe and a pointed hat, had been. There was only a thick floating "Time Worm" there, and there was no trace of the clone who remained calm and tried to obtain information before disappearing.

The stream of light circling inside the worm of time seemed to be attracted by something and was continuously overflowing outwards, pointing to the west.

This is the extraordinary characteristic of the "Thief" path possessed by those Amon clones... Angel looked out the window, and as expected, he found an ancient and mottled shadow in the sky of Boklund Street in the distance, as if it was a section of the huge clock tower of East Balam Dockyard, in the shape of a twelve-grid black and white clock.

Although it is magnificent, it is shrouded in some kind of "hidden" power and has not been discovered by any passers-by. Only Angel, who is also protected by the power of Ms. Arianna, can see the hands of the phantom clock ticking from a distance.

In various areas of Backlund, brilliant rays of light were drawn, rising up like backward-flying meteors and projected onto the surface of the clock one after another.

It was the aggregation effect of Beyonder characteristics... It seemed that Leonard and the "Thief" angel in his body had arrived there first, destroyed Amon's clone, and activated the "annihilation plan" mentioned by Pales...

Angel nodded thoughtfully, and did not try to stop the "thief" characteristics in front of him from rapidly analyzing, drilling out of the window, and into the clock that obviously represented Pales.

This was the distribution method that everyone had agreed upon before. Moreover, if “He” had not absorbed the extraordinary characteristics contained in the “Worm of Time”, they would inevitably return to Amon’s body, which was nowhere to be found. This also meant that everything that happened in Backlund would be known to “He”.

Thinking of this, Angel no longer felt regretful. She bent over and picked up the "Parasite" glove that was still crawling out. As it struggled in vain and looked more and more pleasing to the eye after stealing the "Charm", she threw it into the "Mirror Space", and then caught the "Time Worm" that no longer emitted bright light and was slowly falling to the ground.

Then, black flames surged out from under Angel's skirt. They quickly ran through the two-story building, bypassing the normal furniture and decorations, burning all traces of the battle.

After the "witch" stepped into the mirror world, the "hidden" power shrouding this area slowly dissipated, and the sunlight suddenly became stronger, forcing pedestrians on the street to cover their hot foreheads and avoid the sun, entering cool rooms or carriages. Among them were several passers-by who had lost part of their memory and didn't know when they came here. They squeezed their right eyes and pressed their eye sockets from time to time, and their eyes were a little dull, like strangers in the crowd.

It doesn't look like a big problem, but let the Nighthawks deal with it later... Angel wandered around in the mirror world and immediately discovered the remaining strange phenomena on this street. He marked a disease seed so that he could find these people later, and then flew to Boklund Street.

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South of the Bridge, Wildey Street.

In a deserted alley, a bicycle with a black iron pipe frame and two slender wheels was lying upside down. Next to it, a young man in a black uniform with a package across his body was lying on the ground.

He groaned, supported himself with one hand and pressed his forehead with the other, then slowly got up from the ground. He shook his head and looked around in confusion, as if he had just sleepwalked to this place and woke up from his sleep.

After a moment, he figured out the direction, picked up the bicycle he had bought for a full 5 pounds, and suddenly found an unsealed envelope on the ground.

After picking up the letter and opening it, the man's eyes fell on the letter paper. He was surprised to find that the handwriting on the letter belonged to him, but the content was very unfamiliar to him, and he even couldn't understand it:
"...If all of us in Backlund have lost contact, it means that most of the following points have been confirmed:

"1. Angelica Sage in that paranoid plan received funding from 'Destiny'. It is very likely that she is the 'Snake of Destiny' hiding in Backlund. Don't let that big snake know.

"2. Pales Zoroaster is hiding near Böklund Street in the North District.

"3. The Goddess of Night..."

As soon as the man saw this, he felt a flash before his eyes, and all the contents on the letter disappeared, leaving only a wrinkled blank piece of paper.

He also forgot the strange content he had seen before. He raised his head in a daze and looked around. It took him a long time to regain his composure. He pushed his bicycle again, ready to leave the alley. The piece of letter paper fell from his hand and landed in a corner of the alley.

Suddenly, he started coughing, one cough after another, with snot and tears all over his face. He couldn't even hold on to his bicycle and fell to the side with a thud.

A translucent worm with many segments was coughed out of his nostrils. Before it hit the ground, it disappeared along with the blank piece of letter paper as if it was erased by an eraser.

(End of this chapter)