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Amon, Amon appeared out of nowhere, replaced the last member of the yellow monks, and hummed the song in "Children of the Star", but he did not finish singing in full, he just hummed a few lines along with it. .
Rumbling, there seemed to be a burst of thunder in the sky.
Amon raised his head and looked up, pushed up his monocle, and stared at the stars seriously.
"The King in Yellow, the stars, it is indeed so."
A blazing yellow thunder struck straight at him, easily smashing Amon's incarnation into pieces, leaving only a translucent insect of time.
The yellow monks who saw this scene were briefly surprised.
Afterwards, the belief in the King in Yellow became even more devout.
The leader put the Time Insect into a glasses case and put it away.
They turned from the streets to walking along the river. The stars on the river were even more dazzling than last night.
Amon in Hazel's house stood on the balcony, looking up at the thunder that had just sounded not far away, with the corner of his mouth slightly raised, as if he was very satisfied with the result.
He looked up at the starry sky again. In this dark night world, the light of the crimson moon seemed to be much inferior to the light of the stars.
"Stars..."
His expression was much more solemn.
At this time, another muffled thunder sounded in the sky, but strangely, there were no black clouds where the thunder came from, only bright stars.
Then, thunderbolts descended from the sky and struck each of Amon's clones accurately.
A bird that was only responsible for monitoring the surroundings was chopped until no feathers were left, leaving only a translucent insect of time.
Even the ants crawling on the ground were picked out one by one and chopped into powder.
"Oh, you are so cruel. You just pretended to be your believer and got so angry. You have thrown a big trouble into the land abandoned by God."
Amon complained rather sadly, and then just sat back and watched as his clones were dealt with.
As long as the main clone is fine, these small clones can be created at any time. The secret of this extraordinary path for thieves can only be understood by extraordinary people on the same path.
Even with the stars overlooking everything, His thunder cannot really threaten him.
But under the gaze of the stars, it was not easy for him to do anything.
Moreover, his time in Backlund is limited. If he stays in Backlund for a long time, the trouble will definitely come to Backlund. It's troublesome.
Late at night, Leonard was sleeping soundly, but suddenly he felt himself being pulled into a dream, and Klein once again entrusted him with a dream.
"What happened again?"
"There is something I want to invite you to do together."
"whats the matter?"
"Deal with Amon's clone in Backlund."
"You are crazy, that is the blasphemer Amon, how can we deal with him!"
Leonard became anxious as soon as he heard this. If he had the ability to deal with Amon, he wouldn't have to take refuge in St. Samuel's Church so often.
The old man was in very bad shape and could not possibly compete with Amon.
"It's just a clone. I believe this is not too difficult."
The Klein in the dream was more confident than the Klein Leonard originally knew.
"Even if it's just a clone, his body can still sense what's happening here. Do you think the two of us can stop Amon?"
"It's enough to cut off his body's induction."
Another voice came in, and Leonard subconsciously turned his head and looked over.
Good guy, it’s Hastur!
Why did Hastur come to his dream?
Judging from the tone of his words, it seemed that he had already discussed this with Klein.
wrong!
Why should the plan to deal with the blasphemer Amon be discussed in his own dream?
Could they have come here deliberately to make themselves take the blame?
When Leonard asked his doubts out loud, Hastur and Klein naturally changed the subject and did not answer directly.
they
The two of them have too many secrets to hide. Even in the dream controlled by Will, they don't want their dreams to be peeped by others.
Leonard is the most suitable middle party.
And there is an angel in his body who is on the same path as Amon.
"You don't need my help at all."
The voice of the old man Pales Zoroaster came from Leonard's body.
"Old man, why did you appear in my dream?" Leonard exclaimed.
"I've always been able to, but I just didn't have to in the past."
"What about those dreams I had before?"
"I'm too lazy to look."
"..."
Leonard wanted to end his dream now and fall asleep.
The sad thing is that he can't control his dream at all, even if he is the nominal owner of this dream.
"With your participation, we will be better able to deal with Amon." Klein said.
"Alas." Pales just sighed.
During the time when He was parasitizing Leonard's body, he only met two people who were difficult to fully understand, one was Klein and the other was Hastur.
What's even more coincidental is that one of them is a Fool and the other is a believer in the stars.
Now, they joined forces to deal with Amon. He never thought that Amon's clone would have a chance to win.
Even if Amon's true form comes to Backlund and faces the stars and the Fool, he will have to flee.
Oh, and we have to add Leonard, a believer in the goddess of the night.
Originally, he was still a little confused as to why Leonard could attract the attention of the Fool and the Stars. Now it seems that Leonard is thanks to his two good friends.
"Amon is now at the house Macht was talking about at No. 39, Berklund Street." Hastur gave the most important information.
Klein was secretly relieved. Fortunately, he walked quickly, otherwise tonight would have been dangerous.
"Leonard can be asked to pray to the goddess of the night, asking for secret protection to prevent Amon's body from knowing what happened to Backlund."
Although Hastur and Klein both have authority in this regard, their strength cannot compare with the goddess of the night. The safest way is to let the goddess of the night come forward.
"Okay, count me in this matter." Although Pales sighed, he still chose to join the plan.
"Let's set the time for tomorrow. The sooner the better, lest things change later."
Hastur, Klein, and Pales discussed the details of tomorrow's specific actions. After all discussions, Hastur and Klein consciously left the dreamland, leaving Leonard alone in a daze and speechless.
There was no room for him to intervene just now. He was just a bridge connecting all parties, and he was the most suitable candidate to take the blame.
"Old man, my heart hurts so much!"
"Oh, what then?"
"..."
Leonard was speechless for a moment. Pales stopped talking nonsense to him. He had to consider the specific actions against Amon tomorrow to avoid letting Amon's clone escape.
"It's a long night, I don't want to sleep,"
Leonard was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. After a long time, he sighed heavily and lamented that he was really not a kind person!
Chapter 483: You have to pet your own cat
In the early morning, Leonard opened his eyes that had been closed for a short while, rubbed them, and patted his cheeks, then got up and went to the bathroom to wash up, and then took a carriage to St. Samuel's Church.
The best way to request the help of the Lady of the Night is through Archbishop Anthony at St. Samuel's Church.
Otherwise, how could a deity like the Night Goddess set her sights on an insignificant believer like him.
When Leonard came to a quiet room where Archbishop Anthony was alone, Archbishop Anthony seemed to have spied on his purpose, "Are you here to seek help from the goddess?"
"Yes..." Leonard nodded sheepishly, "I need help from the goddess. Only the goddess can help me tide over the difficulties."
"Perhaps you are not the one who needs the goddess's help."
"?!"
Leonard couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence for a while. Anthony just smiled and said: "The goddess always cares for her believers. Go back and tell your friends this sentence."
"..."
Leonard didn't know what mood he was in when he left St. Samuel's Church, but it was crucial to seek the secret asylum of the goddess of the night, and he had no time to delay it any longer.
"Old man, what did Archbishop Anthony mean by what he just said?"
"Oh, you're disgusted."
"??"
"Not everyone is worthy of the help of the Night Goddess."
"Then the friend Archbishop Anthony is referring to, is it Hastur or Klein?"
"What do you think?" It seemed that thinking about this issue was too difficult for Leonard, and another voice came from his body: "Always caring."
"So that's it."
Leonard understood instantly, and soon, he urgently contacted Klein through the dream through the method agreed upon last night, and told him about the problem he encountered.
Klein just remained silent for a while and said that he would handle the matter.
Beloved of the goddess.