Chapter 687: Beating Amon
Risking the danger, just to send the former master off, why bother?
Amon watched the original witch chasing Medici motionlessly. He was now just a Sequence 2 Fate Trojan. How could an earthly angel have the ability to stop the original witch's steps?
The feeling of being weak was indeed different.
He could only comfort himself in this way. After leaving the Giant King's Court, he walked along the place where the ancient sun god walked out, the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant, and then cast his eyes on the starry sky again.
Although he was not used to the view that only the starry sky was lofty and the stars overlooked the world, he knew that he would eventually need to go beyond the starry sky.
After a long silence, he put away his bored arrogance and ambition, and went to the starry sky with a calm heart.
When he was about to cross the initial barrier and leave, the stars shone brightly, and the starry hall shrouded in the depths of the nebula appeared in front of him with an ancient and majestic posture.
Amon's mouth curled up with a smile, "Stars, did you come here to laugh at me on purpose?"
"Not really, ridiculing you won't bring me any spiritual or mental pleasure."
"Oh, are the stars so generous?" Amon smiled even more, "I thought the stars wanted to slap me to the ground and not let me get close to the starry sky."
"Provocative words always make people want to beat you up."
"If the stars want to take action, I can only wait for death."
"It seems that you haven't recognized yourself yet. You think that you put on a relaxed look, just put down your remaining little pride and face it calmly."
Hasta shook his head and said, "But the more you do this, the more it proves that your arrogance remains."
"Did the stars come here specifically to preach?" Amon showed an indifferent expression.
Hasta, sitting in the Hall of Stars, just waved his hand, and the chain of stars turned into prison chains to lock all parts of Amon's body, depriving him of his extraordinary abilities, and then opened a door, and Leonard and Pales appeared here.
"Just don't beat him to death." Hasta said calmly. Pales, who had been holding back his anger towards Amon, turned into a strong man in front of Amon's surprised eyes, rushed up to hold Amon down, and then punched him hard. "Damn, I've wanted to beat you up like this for a long time!" Pales cursed and punched more urgently. Leonard was still instinctively afraid of Amon at first, but seeing Pales's bravery, he also joined the team to beat Amon. "Old man, you can't do this, it's too gentle. You shouldn't hit his butt, you should hit his face, especially the monocle he wears, which has given me nightmares!"
For such a fight, Amon just mocked: "Pallez, is this what you can do? It's so boring."
"Haha, being able to beat you up is the greatest pleasure in my life!" Pales said, punching Amon's mouth corner crooked, and then smashing Amon's monocle with another punch.
Although it was just ordinary punches and kicks that could not cause any substantial damage to Amon, Pales and Leonard still had a lot of fun beating him.
Hasta, who was watching this scene quietly, noticed that Will, who was not far away, was also secretly looking here. He did not stop him, and Will soon joined in and kicked a few times in the chaos.
Then Russell also came after hearing the news. He stood aside and excitedly rubbed his hands for a while, and then joined the melee of beating Amon with a roar.
Not far away, the God of Steam and Machinery was also watching secretly. It seemed that he had already made some moves, but he was embarrassed to take this opportunity to attack.
Hastur closed his eyes slightly, pretending that he saw nothing.
"Hahaha, it's so lively."
"How can I be missing?"
Medici, who came out of nowhere, kicked Amon's butt hard like a gust of wind, and then quickly disappeared.
After a while, the original witch also came here.
Seeing the chaotic situation here, He was stunned for a moment, and then temporarily gave up the idea of chasing Medici.
"I have always wanted to see what Amon would look like if he were a woman."
The original witch whispered, and seeing that the stars had no intention of stopping him, He exerted his power and directly turned Amon into a witch wearing a loose black robe, charming and touching, and even her breasts grew bigger, and the characteristics of women in all aspects were very obvious.
The original melee stopped immediately, and Leonard, Pales, Will, and Russell circled around the witch Amon for a few circles, and after a few comments,
"Tsk, I didn't expect Amon to still have some charm after becoming a witch, especially those eyes, which reveal the stubbornness of not wanting to surrender, making people want to conquer her."
"It's really good. Look at her figure, with a big butt and a protruding front and back. It's easy to give birth. It's rare."
"Emperor Roselle, aren't you excited at all? This is a witch!"
"Get lost!" Roselle had a dark face and kicked Leonard, who was talking too much.
Pallez smiled and said, "Little guy, didn't you also date a witch?"
Leonard, who was exposed for his dark history, immediately shut up and stopped talking.
Finally, Roselle shouted to the original witch, "Let's turn her back to her original appearance, otherwise I'm embarrassed to continue beating her."
The original witch smiled slightly, took back her authority, let Amon return to his original appearance, then bowed to the starry sky, and disappeared into the darkness.
Those who have grudges take revenge, and those who have no grudges vent their hatred.
The chaos ended half an hour later.
Amon, who had recovered his strength, just calmly conjured up a crystal monocle and put it on calmly, and then patted the messy footprints on his clothes with his hand.
"Do the stars have such bad taste?"
"It's okay."
"It's boring that they can be so satisfied with just this."
"You can continue to maintain your high profile, and they can also maintain their simple fun."
Hasta said and disappeared, leaving Amon alone standing on the edge of the initial barrier.
"Stars, your indifference is the greatest contempt for me."
Amon murmured with a complicated expression, then crossed the initial barrier and entered the starry sky.
...
After experiencing several consecutive turmoil in the Feysac Empire, the chaos here gradually calmed down. At present, the Church of the Goddess of Night and the Church of the Stars are responsible for preaching and maintaining peace here.
But no matter how violent the previous turmoil was, it did not affect the northernmost ice field, which is close to the pole and has the special scenery of polar night and polar day.
In the vast snowfield, on the coast near the sea, in a small house carved out of ice, a whale oil lamp was lit.
The bright light dispelled the darkness in the ice house, and also dispelled the cold here.
Azik sat on the ice bench, put the letter paper on a white bear skin spread flat on the table, reached out and touched the skeleton messenger who was lying on the corner of the table, dipped a little ink, and began to write.
"Klein, I have received your letter. Please forgive me for living alone in the polar ice field and enjoying the tranquility of nature when you need help the most.
Believe me, sleeping is not a bad thing, because I have many related experiences. The moments when I really got peace in my life were all in those buried years of sleeping."
"Only by sleeping can I not worry about losing my memory, not suffer from recalling the past, and I have really rested."
"I hope you can take this opportunity to rest for a while like me, and keep your spirits up so that you can face a better self in the future."
"During the time you sleep, I will leave the polar region. Icefield, travel around the world, I will share with you some interesting things I encounter along the way in the form of a letter. "
"When you wake up, you will travel to every corner of the world with me."
After writing the letter, Azik looked at the skeleton messenger who was trembling and holding a gold coin, and smiled: "Take it, this is your fortune, and it is also a prepayment for you."
"Only when He wakes up, your letter delivery work can come to an end."
"Then, you will also get real freedom."
Azik handed the written letter to the skeleton messenger, who nodded, swallowed the gold coin into his stomach, and left with the letter.
Soon after it left, Azik carried his bag, held a cane, followed by a snow wolf he accidentally rescued in this ice field, and walked towards the distance.
This is destined to be a long journey.