inspire-indiana Chapter 183 Amon's Attack
Chapter 183 Amon's Attack
Chapter 183 Amon's Attack
After receiving Cyril's promise, "The Magician" Fores thought of a very serious matter: she no longer had the money to buy deep-sea marlin blood.
...It's still a long time before the next payment arrives, and Xiu doesn't have any extra money to lend me right now.
After a moment's thought, she looked at the Tarot Club members around her and asked with unusual sincerity:
"Hey everyone, do you have any good ways to make money?"
Her response was a collective silence.
After glancing at the silent crowd and pondering for two seconds, Cyril raised his hand:
"If you want to make money, I have a long-term commission for you."
"What commission?" Fors, the "magician," immediately pressed.
At the same time, the "World" at the very bottom and the "Hanged Man" to Cyril's right also looked over.
Cyril glanced at them, then said:
"Help me collect spiritually rich materials, preferably blood, or plants or similar items that I can easily make into pigments."
After his last battle with the three Extraordinary beings from the Rose School's indulgence faction, most of the Extraordinary scrolls he created were damaged, and he urgently needs to replace them.
The problem arose when it came to finding pigments capable of creating extraordinary paintings.
He used to create paintings by bleeding himself, but over time and with the increasing number of works, he couldn't keep up.
...Turning paintings into magical items is such a useful ability.
With a sigh to himself, Klein manipulated his alternate account, "The World," and asked:
Are there any requirements regarding the intensity of spirituality in the materials?
Cyril: "Of course, the more concentrated the better. In fact, the blood of extraordinary beings is the best. As long as you can collect it, I will buy it at a price higher than the market price."
Klein, manipulating "The World," nodded in response, "I'll keep an eye out for collecting them for you."
Alger, the "Hanged Man," chimed in:
"I will also try to collect it. I know of a special ritual that can extract and concentrate ordinary flesh and blood into a special liquid rich in spirituality, and there are fish in the sea that can be consumed at will."
Wait a minute, isn't this my request?
"The Magician" Fors paused for a moment in confusion, then quickly said:
"I'll help collect them too."
With the topic of making money over, and seeing that no one else would speak, Klein manipulated the "world" again and said:
"Keep an eye on the Thousand-Faced Hunter's abnormal pituitary gland and blood, as well as the characteristics of the Human Skin Shadow and the Deep Sea Naga's hair."
After he finished speaking, everyone responded:
"OK."
"no problem."
Silver City, in a dark, narrow room at the base of the Round Tower.
Derrick, who was lying on a low bed covered with straw mats, suddenly got up and sat up straight.
After sitting quietly for a few seconds, he looked intently at the metal wall opposite the bed, pondering how to convey the news that the exploration team member had already been parasitized by Amon to the elders of Silver City.
"How did you recognize me?" A frail and distant voice suddenly sounded behind him.
Derrick leaped from the bed, and while still in mid-air, he clasped his hands together and placed them on his chin, trying to pray for the holy light to descend.
This might not harm Amon, but it would be enough to attract the attention of the Round Tower's guards.
In the blink of an eye, he landed steadily on the ground, turning around warily while retreating continuously.
Throughout the process, he never gave up praying and calling upon the Holy Light, but the Holy Light did not even show a hint of appearing.
His extraordinary abilities have malfunctioned!
goo~
How is that possible?
Terrified, Derrick retreated until his back pressed against the thick, cold metal wall.
The cold touch on his back briefly brought him back to his senses, and his eyes quickly turned golden, as if they contained two miniature suns.
With the help of the "Light-Bearer's" abilities, he finally saw the figure in the darkness clearly.
He—no, it could no longer be considered human; it was simply a talking, moving corpse.
Its head was split open vertically, and its body was completely naked, covered with dark red wounds. White teeth grew from the torn flesh, resembling mouths.
At this moment, the monster is physically speaking to him in a cacophony of voices:
"How did you recognize me?"
"We were having a great time chatting before, so who's been talking badly about me to you lately?"
See, am I normal?
Why don't you believe me?
"To whom are you praying..., Mr. 'Fool'?"
"May I also get to know that 'Fool' gentleman?"
The dense, shrill words made Derrick feel a chill run down his spine, as if sharp needles were piercing his scalp from top to bottom, making him want to scream and run away.
"....ah!"
In the instant he broke down and roared, a brilliant, dazzling, clear, and pure light suddenly shone around him.
The brilliant, pure light shone into his eyes, causing him to shed two streams of tears, and he couldn't help but want to close his eyes.
In a daze, he saw a faceless, luminous being separate from the dazzling light and pounce on the monster that Amon had parasitized.
In the silent, pure silver-white light, the monster in front of Derrick trembled and melted.
Boom!
A silvery flash of lightning ripped through the darkness, illuminating a barren hillside below.
At the very top of the hill, a figure dressed in a black classical robe and wearing a pointed soft hat lay lazily on a huge rock that had been moved from somewhere.
In the instant a lightning bolt struck, he suddenly sat up straight, looked in the direction of Silver City in the distance, and murmured:
"The Crown of Glory... Ha, Olmir has been dead for so many years, and this piece of junk still hasn't been pulverized into a special ability."
"What a pity, the clone that was left behind probably won't succeed either."
"But... I see you, calling yourself 'The Fool'?"
"And that little guy who gets special attention from the paranoid, Mr. Fate, it's not polite to talk about others behind their backs~"
"It's a pity we didn't find the giant snake, otherwise it would have been even better if I could have stolen some of his luck."
As he muttered to himself, he suddenly stood up, took a step forward, and his figure abruptly disappeared into the darkness.
Backlund, south of the bridge.
Having just finished a tarot session, Cyril woke up on the sofa and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.
Before he could figure out what was happening, he suddenly lost focus, and phantom stars lit up in his eyes, connecting with each other.
It appears profound and mysterious.
In this state, he saw a chaotic and blurry scene of light and shadow, and a word would pop into his mind from time to time.
Danger... Fate... Chaos...
This strange state lasted for less than two seconds. The stars that had lit up his eyes disappeared one after another, and he came back to his senses in a daze.
Call ~
He let out a long breath, placed his right hand on his left chest, and felt his heart pounding faster.
"Is this...: the 'astrologer's' premonition of danger?"
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"This has gone beyond the scope of an 'astrologer,' hasn't it? Is it a blessing from my natal chart, or a warning from someone?"
As he whispered, he took out his usual gold coin from his pocket and tossed it into the air with a clang.
Snapped!
A slender hand reached out in front of him and caught the gold coin he threw.
Cyril instinctively stepped back, while warily scrutinizing the person who had suddenly barged into his home.
It was a man wearing a white coat, with white gloves stained with bright red blood on his hands, a mask on his face, and a surgical cap on his head, looking like he had just come out of the operating room.
What attracted even more attention than his outfit from the operating room was the single crystal lens he wore over his right eye.
Cyril: "Amon!?"
"Long time no see, Mr. Destiny~"
Although he couldn't see the doctor Amon's face, Cyril felt that his smile was incredibly irritating.
He paused, then spoke expressionlessly:
"What do you want from me? Aren't you even going to take care of the patients in your own operating room?"
Doctor Amon chuckled lightly: "Don't worry, I left that lucky guy with a Time Worm. The surgery was a success, and he has officially become a member of the Amon family."
Cyril: ....
The surgery was a huge success!
Under Cyril's wary gaze, Doctor Amon reached out and pressed his monocle over his right eye. His figure froze for a moment, like a television with a bad signal, before transforming into the real Amon, dressed in a classical robe and wearing a pointed soft hat.
Amon, now with a different appearance, stared at him intently and smiled:
"It seems you're more used to me this way. So, can we have a proper talk now?"
"What do you want to talk about?" Sirion asked knowingly, while in his heart he called Adam's name over and over again.
Amon raised an eyebrow at him: "Of course, we should talk about things adults should talk about."
Cyril: _! ?
When a question mark appears above my head, it's not that something's wrong with me, but rather that something's wrong with you.
Amon: "Rossel was also someone Adam paid attention to, so I'm somewhat curious about him and know a bit about him, including some strange things."
It's perfectly normal for sentences to be called memes, isn't it?
"Also, you don't need to keep calling Adam's name in your mind; he can't hear you."
Cyril frowned, not because of Amon's words, but because he felt a tickle in his nose, as if something was crawling in and out.
"Ahem~"
He covered his nose with his hand, coughed lightly, and a sticky, thin thing fell out of his nostril.