Chapter 531: Battle with Amon's clone

Chapter 531: Battle with Amon's clone

The Lord of the Yellow Church, no, the Holy Master, is going to cause trouble for Amon?

Is he trying to use Amon to establish his authority?

Klein and Leonard remained silent, but in their hearts they were shouting, "Great job!"

They had long been angry at this elusive Angel King, but the difference in strength was too great, so they could only avoid him and bury the idea of ​​revenge deep in their hearts.

"Hey, count me in." Primordial Hunger was the first to sign up. His eyes swept across the others present and smacked his lips, "After all, he tastes pretty good."

The High-Dimensional Overlooker did not speak, but chose to watch. He was not the foodie Primordial Hunger. If he wanted him to deal with Amon, the stars had to speak up in person, so that they could leave a favor.

The others looked at each other. Although some of them did not know what the Time Worm represented, they still had the ability to read people's expressions and capture the atmosphere of the scene.

They knew that it would be a difficult enemy, and it was not certain whether they would be enemies or friends with the Yellow Church in the end.

"Let's go." Hastur nodded to the Original Hunger, and then said to Madam Lisa: "The next thing is up to you."

Madam Lisa nodded in agreement. The reason why the Yellow Church invited so many people tonight's founding ceremony was not only for them to watch the ceremony, but also for another purpose.

The Yellow Church needs to promote its doctrines, express its position, divide the territory and recruit believers with the six major churches and other secret organizations.

In short, it is to make them recognize the legitimacy of the Yellow Church and give up some of the related interests.

This is the most concerned issue for the gods watching here tonight.

As soon as Hastur and the Original Hunger left the Yellow Church, Amon on the outskirts of Backlund narrowed his eyes, smiled, gathered the clones around him, and stood there waiting leisurely.

He also wanted to see what kind of extraordinary abilities the followers of the stars had, and perhaps take the opportunity to glimpse the power of the stars.

"Amon the Blasphemer, the sinner who blasphemes the gods, are you ready to receive the punishment of God?"

Hastur's incarnation of light, ignoring the distance, descended directly in front of Amon.

"God? Blasphemy?" Amon just laughed, "Like this?"

Amon took off his monocle and threw it towards the Yellow Church through the air.

The monocle instantly expanded hundreds of times and turned into a portal. The blazing light of the sun inside flashed and surged, as if it would burst out and melt everything in the next moment.

Well, this is the daylight he stole a few days ago.

"A very good gift."

Hastur's new incarnation appeared in the blazing light of the sun, and it continued to absorb the light belonging to the sun.

"Very interesting ability." Amon just looked at Hastur curiously, "Isn't it a star path that belongs to the stars and not a currently known extraordinary path?"

He had contact with the yellow monks and knew that the extraordinary path of the King of Yellow did not have such an ability.

Giving birth to an incarnation in any light and mastering light should be the authority of the stars.

Hastur did not answer. The incarnation of sunlight in the distance, wearing Amon's monocle, also ignored the distance and came to Amon in an instant.

"That's not how you wear glasses." Amon just pushed his glasses lightly, and the incarnation of the sun opposite turned into Amon's appearance.

Stealing, this is His most specialized ability, as long as there is a loophole.

And wearing the monocle that He threw out is a very obvious loophole.

"Now, I have two." The two Amons looked at Hastur at the same time.

"Then I should have three." Hastur chuckled, and two figures walked out of the mirrors of the two Amons' monocles.

This is an incarnation formed by mirror light.

"Want to be more than people?" Amon seemed to be interested in this, and he started to replicate himself on the spot.

Soon, dozens of Amons appeared around, and there was even a trend of continuous flow.

"If there is you, there is me."

One by one, Hastur walked out of Amon's monocle. Although their strength was very weak, they were spectacular.

"Heh, your clones look too fragile."

Amon exhaled, and turned into a series of thunder and lightning. In the blink of an eye, the light incarnations transformed by Hastur were swept away, leaving only the strongest starlight incarnation.

"Your clones are also very fragile."

A voice that did not belong to Hastur sounded, and the original hunger, who felt it was boring, opened his mouth and sucked hard, swallowing dozens of clones transformed by Amon into his mouth.

He chewed several times, frowned in dissatisfaction and said, "Only two, so stingy."

Amon was not angry, he looked up at the starry sky and smiled: "The outer gods who colluded with the starry sky and claimed to be the true gods of the real world can't tolerate you."

When his voice fell, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the dull and oppressive atmosphere continued to press down from the dark clouds, and purple lightning kept moving back and forth in the dark clouds.

"It seems that the Lord of Storms can't help it." The smile on Amon's face became more obvious.

Suddenly, a thunder roared, and a bolt of lightning struck Amon's head!

Although Amon diverted the direction of the lightning at the last moment, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a chill that penetrated his bones.

"Tsk, it seems that the Lord of Storms can't tolerate you even more." This time, it was Hastur's turn to say a few sarcastic words.

"I forgot that he had betrayed me once, so he naturally doesn't mind betraying me again."

Amon just sneered. This is not Backlund. There is no church of the Lord of Storms, nor His believers.

Even if the Lord of Storms wanted to target Him, He could not bring down much divine power.

The Lord of Storms naturally understood this truth, so the behavior just now was deliberately to disgust Him.

It must be said that the Lord of Storms successfully angered Him. Next time He will destroy the church of the Lord of Storms and let His believers embark on the path of betrayal of faith one by one!

"Aren't you going to escape yet? Maybe the next one to send down divine punishment will be the God of Knowledge and Wisdom." Hastur didn't mind provoking Amon a little more.

"Childish provocation."

As soon as Amon finished speaking, a beam of knowledge as bright as a meteor in the sky pierced Amon's body directly, leaving a huge deep pit in the original place.

Soon, another Amon walked out of the original Amon's body.

Just such a divine punishment that came out of thin air could not really threaten Him at all.

"Amon, guess who will be the next one, the God of Steam and Machinery?"

Faced with Hastur's ridicule, Amon didn't say anything this time, but narrowed his eyes and looked at Hastur thoughtfully, "Did they actually bow to the stars?"

"This is not bowing, but standing in line." Hastur corrected the mistake in Amon's words.

Last time in the Rorsted Archipelago, the Lord of Storms stood on the opposite side of the stars.

This time, between the stars and Amon, He and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom clearly chose the stars.

"Haha, They, but you can't trust them at all."

Amon, with a cold expression on his face, wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by the original hunger beside him, and swallowed him in one gulp.

"You are not even the original body, and you are still here. Aren't you bored?"

"..."

Hasta looked at the original hunger with a complicated look, and led Him to continue the journey to pursue Amon's original body.

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Backlund, on the streets of Queens, a two-wheeled carriage accelerated through the streets under the skillful driving of the coachman. Suddenly, the lights around dimmed and brightened, and a figure formed by the lights blocked the carriage.

"Amon, are you looking for me?"

"I'm curious about where your real body is hiding."

The carriage stopped, the coachman pulled the reins, and the horse raised its front hooves to crush the figure in front of it.

Under the light, the coachman looked very young and wore a monocle.

A new light figure appeared in front of Amon again, "Next time you want to completely solve my incarnation, remember to steal all the lights around."

"Thank you for telling me."

Sitting in the carriage, Amon simply waved his hand, and all the street lights around him, including the lights of the residents' houses, were stolen.

"Alas, there is still light in the sky. You should work harder."

Hastur's incarnation of a crimson moonlight fell on the top of the carriage, sat quietly, crossed his legs and said: "Now, where are you going to find my body? And where does your body want to escape to?"

"Escape? With your insignificant incarnation?" Amon's mouth showed a hint of ridicule.

"If you are not afraid, why doesn't your body come?"

"Guess where my body went?"

"Such a question is too simple, so that I wonder if your wisdom has also been eaten by the God of Knowledge and Wisdom." Hastur sneered, and then said: "You want to find Pallez, right? Do you need me to tell you where He is hiding?"

"I think I know."

Amon seemed to have stolen the thoughts and ideas in Hastur's incarnation's head, but the next moment, He frowned slightly.

Because Hastur's mind thought that Pallez was hiding in the Giant King's Court in the God-forsaken Land, and this option had been ruled out by Him.

"The night is long, and we still have time to continue this game."

"I am also looking forward to the outcome of this game."

Amon smiled and wiped out the Hastur incarnation sitting on the carriage, and continued to drive the carriage on the streets of Queens.