bookandnovel Chapter 184 Pulling
Chapter 184 Pulling
Chapter 184 Pulling
Sirion's face darkened as he looked at the thing that had just fallen out of his nose in his palm.
It was a small worm, alternating between transparent and translucent, with twelve circular rings on its body, and it was still wriggling in his palm.
They tried to burrow into his flesh and blood.
"Don't you...feel disgusted?"
Amon adjusted his monocle, scrutinizing him repeatedly with the same look he had never seen before:
"Why feel disgusted? This human body is just a shell that binds you."
"Beneath this outer shell lies an ancient god who has fallen and returned, or a spirit and personality separated from something that has come to life?"
"Guess." Cyril narrowed his eyes, not giving Amon a direct answer to his question.
Amon shook his head: "I don't want to guess. More than your identity, I want to know something else right now."
Who is the true identity of that "Fool"?
As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Sirion, as if trying to see right through him.
Cyril did not answer or think about the question; he simply called Adam's name in his heart over and over again.
Amon simply couldn't parasitize him, but he wasn't unable to steal his thoughts, ideas, and memories. The more he thought about it, the more mistakes he made.
"Since you don't want to say, then... let me guess."
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As they spoke, Amon reached out and produced a notebook and a pen out of thin air, and like a reporter conducting an interview, calmly and deliberately asked questions:
"First of all, is he in Backlund?"
Cyril shrugged. "I don't know."
"You didn't deny it was him, or that it wasn't him, right?"
Amon curled the corners of his lips into a smile, appearing to be in a rather good mood.
Cyril's face darkened, and he immediately decided to remain silent, as if he already knew Cyril's intentions. Amon put away his notebook and pen, and while looking around the room, said:
"You're not the only one living in this house, are you?"
"It's getting late. If you don't want to introduce me to your family, you might as well find a way to get rid of me."
"For example, tell me some information that I'm very interested in and that I have to leave to investigate."
A flicker of panic crossed Cyril's mind, but he quickly regained his composure, looking at Amon with an unusually serious expression, and said, word by word:
"I do know news that you're interested in, such as..."
"The true resurrection contingency plan of the 'Ancient Sun God'."
Before he finished speaking, Amon suddenly pressed his face close, and countless lights and shadows moved and swirled around them, as if time had stood still at that moment.
"You...say it!" He emphasized the word.
Cyril grinned at Ya and said, "I suddenly don't want to talk about it anymore."
In an instant, the auspicious light and shadow around him suddenly solidified, transforming into a transparent worm with only twelve segments, which swarmed towards him.
The metaphor seemed to echo from the deepest part of the soul, and all the Time Worms, including Amon, were momentarily frozen in place.
At the same time, the space in the room continued to expand, and a cross hundreds of meters tall suddenly crashed down.
The moment it struck Amon, the enormous cross surrounded by bones seemed to move backward a short distance and land behind him.
At the same time, around the room, black stone pillars rose silently, walls covered with murals, stained glass windows, arched doors, marble floors, and domes and arches inlaid with countless bones appeared one after another.
In the blink of an eye, the living room of the Sirion family was transformed into Adam's ossuary.
On the walls, windows, and doors of the church, transparent and distorted faces were revealed, as if countless souls were sealed inside.
Their faces were ferocious, and they constantly emitted sharp, piercing roars that seemed to come from reality, yet also seemed to originate from illusion.
The voice carried a clear and intense will, surging like a tide into the depths of the hearts of all living beings in the Church of Bones. All those caught up in it found their bodies, minds, and spirits in a state of uncontrollable chaos.
After a brief moment of trembling and stunned silence, the roar echoing deep within Cyril's mind suddenly vanished, blocked by an invisible barrier outside his mental island.
The next instant, Adam's gentle voice resonated in his heart:
"Using 'fantasy' to conceal oneself."
"Do you have to say these things to my face?" Amon's voice suddenly rang out from behind, layered, ethereal, and terrifying. This was the pollution of mythical creatures, the kind of language that could make even extraordinary beings lose control!
Cyril's body stiffened briefly, a chill running down his spine, as if countless worms were wriggling and crawling all over him.
"hiss"
When his gaze fell on himself, Cyril gasped.
That wasn't an illusion; there really were tiny, translucent and semi-transparent insects crawling all over his body, some trying to burrow into his mouth, others into his nostrils and ears...
Cyril's body was somewhat stiff. He wasn't worried about being parasitized by the Time Worms on his body, but the sight of so many worms clinging to him and trying to crawl into his mouth caused him physical disgust and nausea.
He inexplicably thought of a sentence: "It may not be very harmful, but it is extremely insulting!"
This is probably the moment I've hated insects the most in my life... Damn, they're disgusting!
In the blink of an eye, Cyril's body became thinner, losing its weight and thickness, transforming into a life-size portrait.
Some of the Time Worms that were originally clinging to Cyril fell off, disappearing in mid-air as graceful light and shadow, while others clung to the scroll and began to burrow in and out.
One second, two seconds...
In the painting, Cyril conjured a monocle made of crystal out of thin air and put it on his right eye.
Then, with a smile on its face, it looked up, its eyes fixed on the shadowy corner behind the enormous cross surrounded by countless skeletons:
"I see you... huh?"
In the painting, spiderweb-like cracks suddenly appeared on the body of Cyril, who was wearing a monocle. Colorful starlight, like smoke and mist, flowed out from the cracks and then rushed towards the monocle.
Click! Click!
The illusory sound of glass cracking rang out, gradually becoming clearer and more frequent.
In the painting, cracks rapidly appeared on the monocle on Sirion's face, then shattered with a crash, scattering across the ground.
In the hall, the light and shadow that had been wandering and drifting paused slightly, and then quickly coalesced into one figure after another of Amon.
They all turned their heads to look at the spot where the monocle was broken, then simultaneously turned to look at the enormous cross at the front of the hall, surrounded by countless white bones:
"Um?"
"How interesting, is it possible for an ordinary portrait to be somewhat equivalent to one's true self?"
"Where did you find such a monster? The level of contamination just now has essentially surpassed those Sequence Cs in the Astral Plane."
Yes.
As Amon finished speaking, a pure golden humanoid figure appeared out of thin air in front of the giant cross.
He glanced at the Amons surrounding him, sighed softly, and suddenly his body shone brightly, like a blazing sun slowly rising from the ground.
Under the blazing sun, the space inside the Church of Bones hall seemed to stretch out, like an independent world that could encompass everything.
Immediately afterwards, the rising "sun" transformed into a gigantic beam of light that seemed capable of supporting the heavens and the earth.
The Amons looked at the enormous golden light and shadow before them, their expressions suddenly becoming serious, even somewhat grim.
"You really are... as stubborn as ever~"
Amidst exclamations, the Amons once again transformed into auspicious light and shadow, then coalesced together, ultimately becoming equally towering figures.
The gigantic Amon raised his hand to adjust the monocle over his right eye, looked at the vast and magnificent golden light and shadow before him, and smiled:
"I wonder if your virtual personality can stop one of my Sequence Two clones."
As they spoke, the golden figure opposite them suddenly opened its arms halfway, as if embracing the world, embracing the light:
"Let there be light!"
Pure, clear, and brilliant rays of sunlight suddenly appeared, accompanied by countless sacred golden flames, pouring down with an intense heat that could melt everything, illuminating the Church of Bones exceptionally brightly, leaving not a single shadow.
Under the intense, brilliant, and sacred light, Amon's figure kept disappearing and reappearing.
His every move would cause a blank space in the light illuminating the entire hall, which would then be quickly filled by the surging brilliant light, like a firewall that is constantly being repaired and a virus that keeps creating vulnerabilities.