Chapter 145 Whose trap
Leonard actually had no intuitive impression of Amon, he only knew that he was the enemy that the parasite in his body feared the most, causing the mysterious and powerful old man to hurt the "murderer" of this level. Therefore, his emotions quickly eased, and he asked in a low voice:
“What should I do now?”
In his mind, the slightly old voice echoed for two or three seconds:
"What came should not be Amon's body, but His clone."
He... Sure enough, Amon, the "blasphemer", is an angel, or even an angel of Sequence 1. After all, the old man is also suspected to be an angel on earth... Leonard absorbs information and confirms speculation, and listens to Pales Soloasde and says:
"If Amon's original body dares to appear in Beckland, it will likely trigger the surrender of God."
God descended? How many years have this happened? Since the Fifth Age, this legend is completely recorded in classics and has never appeared publicly! Does this mean that even in Sequence 1, Amon is also a top-notch existence? No wonder he is called "Blasphemer"... In two or three sentences, Leonard increasingly realized how terrible the angel named Amon is.
Standing in front of the mailbox, his thoughts were rising and falling, and suddenly he had an idea and hurriedly said:
“Since Amon is so valued by the gods, can we find a way to inform the church of His appearance in Beckland…”
In Leonard's view, the two major churches born in an earlier era, covering the entire Quaternary period, should have rich experience in fighting angels and are the best "select" to deal with Amon.
In his mind, Pales Soroasde yelled:
"It's useless, this may even be what Amon wants to achieve.
"For Him, losing a clone is just a waste of power and will not suffer any substantial damage at all. He can just use the death encounter of the clone to see the corresponding changes in fate, so as to find the source of disturbance or the "wave". Although this cannot directly lock on you and me, it can greatly narrow the scope and create conditions for the fatal blow of His body.
"And, you don't think Amon has only one clone in Beckland, do you?
“According to His habits and style, there may be only one who does not conceal his existence, but in fact, there are several, dozens, or even hundreds of clones around this ‘lighthouse’.
"When we try to remove that conspicuous guy, we may be watched by a few, dozens, or hundreds of Amon from different angles. He can be a passerby, a bird on the roof, an ants on the ground, or a bug in the wood, a tiny creature in the air, and less than a demigod, even if he is invaded by His clone, he will not be able to notice it..."
Listening to the old man's detailed description, Leonard's back gradually became cold, and suddenly he felt like countless Amon lurking in the air around him.
"Are you scared?" Pales Soroasde laughed, "If you knew that Amon could steal your fate without any abnormality, you would be even more scared."
"What does it mean to steal fate?" Leonard asked vigilantly and puzzledly.
Pales sighed in his old voice:
"He will follow you home, and then you will find that your parents regard Him as a son, your wife regards Him as a husband, your children regard Him as a father, your friends, and everyone you know thinks Him as you, and you become the 'no luck', losing connection with everything in the real world, and die little by little."
"... Will this steal be permanently effective?" Leonard couldn't help but take a breath.
Pales Soroasde heheed:
"Will the thief take the initiative to return the stolen items before being caught?
"Unless, He has played enough."
Leonard was silent for a moment, feeling that enemies of Amon's level were no longer described whether they could fight against each other, but whether they could imagine them.
After a few seconds, he asked in a low voice:
"Then what should we do?"
He no longer took the initiative to give his own ideas because it was most likely that it was not realistic.
Pales Soroasde said silently:
“Look at it again.”
…………
Inside the "Brave" bar.
Marichi has waited for the No. 3 billiard room as agreed.
Since Sherlock Moriarty has agreed to help, discussing the details of the action face to face is an indispensable part.
This cannot be explained clearly by correspondence alone.
Gulu drank a sip of beer, Marichi raised his hand to comb his hair. His pale face was not bloody at all, and the vague madness faded a lot more than before.
At this moment, his heart moved, he looked up to the side, and saw a figure wearing a top hat and formal attire quickly outlined. It was Sherlock Moriarty.
Teleportation? Marichi's heart frightened, his eyes shrank, and his instinct increased his vigilance.
This is not about not believing in Sherlock Moriarty, but about the natural reaction of a creature when it faces the existence of a higher-level food chain.
At the same time, he glanced out of the corner of his eyes, Sharon's figure appeared on the barstool like a doll.
Klein pressed his hat, bowed to the two of them, and then smiled:
"What I care most about is how much information do you have?
"The more sufficient intelligence, the higher the probability of success and the lower the risk.
"A very simple example. Can you confirm that there is no problem with the mummy of Tutansis II? Can you confirm which coffin it is in? If so, I will 'tele' directly before the guards react, and take it to the spiritual world to 'travel', and the problem will be solved."
Just as Marichi was about to recall, he heard Sharon say in a calm voice:
"You can determine which coffin is in, but you can't confirm whether there is any problem."
Klein nodded, pulled over a chair and sat down:
"What else do you know besides this?"
Sharon's blue eyes moved slightly:
"It may be a trap of the Rose School, or a trap of the Ruen military."
I didn't say the second guess before... Yes, if the other party has not confirmed the cooperation, I wouldn't have revealed too much... Klein asked thoughtfully at the point behind:
"The trap for the Rose School?"
This time he answered Marichi, who said in detail:
"In ancient Highland Kingdoms, making mummies was a custom for the nobles, very sacred, and the mummies of Pharaoh were even more undesecrated. Before the coalition of Ruin, Intis and Fenerport captured this country, the descendants of Pharaoh had transferred the most important group of mummies, including the remains of Pharaohs of all generations.
"This time, a secret base of the Highland Rebels was broken, and the soldiers of Roon found the mummy of Tutankhamun II at the bottom and were ready to send it to Beckland and hand it over to an unknown agency of the military for research.
"This is the greatest insult to the descendants of the Pharaoh. They had enough motivation to regain the mummy of Tutankhamun II. Among these descendants was a demigod named Mahamus, who was not only one of the main leaders of the Rebel Army, but also an important member of the Rose School, and a student of the 'God' Serah."
Klein nodded slightly and said:
"In other words, the mummy of Tutankhamun II may be the bait used by the Rueon military to catch Mai Hams. Of course, it is not ruled out that the Rose School deliberately sacrificed a pharaoh's remains to be eliminated."
He originally wanted to say that you have a sequence 6 and a sequence 5, and there seems to be no need to let the Rose School do this. It is conceivable that the current dominant Rose School is the "indulgent system", and there will be no restraint in the desire for revenge, and I feel that it cannot be determined based on the ideas of normal people.
Moreover, Miss Sharon and Marichi were able to get rid of the limitations of the "Mother Tree of Desire" and successfully escape from the Rose School. In addition to the factors of luck, there may be secret support... If this is true, it must be the target of the Rose School's focus on attacks... Crane naturally turned some thoughts in his mind, but he didn't say it out loud.
"Yes." Marichi rubbed his forehead and said, the large amount of words just now seemed to have caused him to fluctuate in his spirit and desire.
Klein thought for a while and said:
“If it were the former, it would be more troublesome than I expected.
"To deal with a demigod, a demigod with accomplices, the Rueen military must have at least two extraordinary people with combat power at the same level as McHams. In addition to this, they must also leave some margin to prevent accidents, such as preparing a '0' seal. In short, if they were not near Beckland, or in joint operations with the three major churches, they would probably not be able to complete such a trap more easily."
Sharon's chin moved slightly, nodded, and recognized Sherlock Moriarty's judgment.
Klein didn't emphasize the difficulties anymore and said instead:
"So, we need to have more accurate and detailed information to make more targeted preparations so that we can achieve our goals."
Before Sharon and Marichi spoke, he added:
“I know a secret existence that can be used as a magic mirror divination. He strictly abides by the principle of equivalence and can obtain answers to many questions from Him as long as he does not care about privacy or can withstand strong sense of shame.
“Would you like to try?
"I will summon it."
Whoever summons in "black divination" means who bears the greatest risk.
"What if you refuse to expose your privacy, or refuse to do that?" Marichi narrowed his eyes and said.
Klein replied sincerely:
"You will encounter lightning strikes, which can cause considerable damage."
Lightning strike...Marichi originally felt that with the strength of the zombie, there would be no big problem with the direct damage to bear, but he did not expect it would be a "lightning" that restrains the undead.
He hesitated for a moment, looked at Sharon, nodded with affirmation, and breathed:
"good."
Klein didn't say anything more, and took out paper and pen from his pocket and ordered:
"Prepare a mirror."
As soon as he finished speaking, a makeup mirror as big as a palm appeared on the table.
The palace-style makeup mirror... Klein glanced and drew the symbol of "peeping" and "secret" on the paper.
Chapter completed!