Chapter 1165: The Grand Lineup

As Amon spoke, the transparent tentacles covered with mysterious

patterns extended out from the gigantic vortex behind "His" back, and

they wrapped around "His" many different Spirit Body Threads.

In the blink of an eye, the illusory black threads were lifted up

without any resistance.

And with that, one strange monster after another was hoisted up in the

air, like ham waiting to be dry-aged.

The Spirit Body Threads beside Amon were all stolen by "Him" at some

point in time!

While Zaratul launched "His" attack, "His" other slippery tentacle kept

extending into the void, attempting to pull something back.

In just a few seconds, a figure quickly appeared.

"He" had long chestnut-colored curly hair, blue eyes, high nose bridge,

thin lips, and a very beautifully manicured mustache. He wore a dark red

coat with rusted golden threads. It was none other than the former

Emperor of Intis, Roselle Gustav.

The moment this Knowledge Emperor stepped into the real world, "He"

looked down at the gigantified Amon, and complicated and illusory

symbols instantly formed in "His" eyes.

"He" wasn't worried that Amon would steal "His" attack at all, because

"He" had prepared an extremely large amount of useless miscellaneous

knowledge. Be it the forceful injection or Amon's theft of it, "He"

could achieve the goal of blowing up the other party's mind.

Just as Emperor Roselle's projection was fully formed, another figure

appeared from Zaratul's transparent tentacles.

The figure had a young face, but his long hair was already

half-white---pulled back and flailing in the air. In the darkness, half

of it was hidden, and the other was prominent.

This was an angel that Klein didn't know. "He" looked like a man with

eyes that were dark and filled with the vicissitudes of life. "His"

facial features were considered pretty good, but there was a bunch of

thick, short black hair on "His" cheeks. "He" emitted the feeling that

"He" was both old and youthful, both rational and crazy.

"He" immediately transformed into a cluster of squirming worms that

extended out transparent, smooth tentacles akin to Zaratul's projection.

Clearly, this was also an angel from the Seer pathway.

At that moment, Klein didn't even dare to look straight at the situation

occurring in midair. However, when his spiritual perception triggered,

he had already sensed something familiar.

The second angel that was summoned by Zaratul was the son of an ancient

god, the original ancestor of the Antigonus family!

This was the historical projection "Him" before "He" became The

Half-Fool.

Clearly, Zaratul had made sufficient preparations in this period of

time.

As Antigonus displayed "His" complete Mythical Creature form, the

surrounding environment changed once again. The darkness became even

darker, as though it had a life of its own as it surged towards the

massive manifestation of the classic black-robed, pointy-hatted, and

monocled Amon.

In the area enveloped by darkness, all the monsters instantly turned

into marionettes.

Antigonus seemed to have moved a portion of the ancient divine kingdom

from "His" memories into the real world, so as to separate Amon from

Klein.

This was also a miracle.

When the miracle happened, Zaratul's transparent tentacles pulled out a

third projection from the fog of history.

This was a knight in full black armor. "He" was a demigod from the

Fourth Epoch's Solomon Empire, and had not left an illustrious name in

history.

However, "He" had another identity. "He" was a member of the "Red of

War" army, and the leader of this army was King of Angels, Medici.

In this division, every member could connect with Red Angel Medici's

mind and become one.

In other words, if Medici could converge their powers, then they too

could also transmit their own powers to the collective pool.

The powers of a Scholar of Yore powers couldn't summon anything

associated with the Uniqueness. Even if they were to raise their

Sequence and receive a qualitative change, it remained the same.

However, there was no doubt that Seers would seek ways to push the

envelope by attempting to bypass the restrictions and obtain help from

the Uniqueness to a certain extent.

Klein had summoned the Goddess's descent vessel to accomplish this

point, while Zaratul summoned a powerhouse of the Red of War army.

At this moment, that projection was equivalent to a portion of Medici!

The knight in black armor stepped onto the battlefield. "He" scanned the

battlefield in a sluggish manner before laughing out loud.

"Yo, Lil' Raven, have those feathers I burnt recovered?"

Due to the fact that his historical projection had summoned another

three angel-level historical projections, Klein suspected that he

couldn't maintain it for ten seconds.

If it wasn't for this change, then he would most likely have felt that

he had found a way to indefinitely increase his combat strength. That

was to summon two angels and one projection of himself every time. Then,

he could use his projection to summon two angels and himself again. If

this continued, he would have an infinite number of projections

available.

At that moment, the ascetic leader of the Church of Evernight, Arianna's

body faded and entered a concealed state. Following that, "She" suddenly

appeared behind the gigantified Amon, slashing out with the bone sword

that was covered in strange patterns.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when Amon was being attacked by the

five angel projections' attack, Klein kept converting monsters into his

marionettes, getting them to aim at him. He opened his mouth and let out

a bang.

Air Cannons whistled towards him.

At the same time, Klein stretched out his hand and easily took out a

Flaring Sun Charm that had already been activated and was just short of

releasing its effects.

He didn't believe that he would be able to survive such repeated

attacks.

Amidst the booms, Klein suddenly heard a "tick-tock" noise.

The entire world seemed to stop for a moment before it returned to

normal.

Following that, he saw a huge hole in the dark sky. A ray of pure hot

sunlight shone in and lit a golden charm.

It was the Flaring Sun Charm. It had turned into a huge ball of light

that was engulfed by countless balls of flames.

However, the target it attacked wasn't Klein. It had made an error and,

instead, wrapped around the Red of War demigod.

Meanwhile, the vast amount of knowledge that Roselle Gustav had

injected, the miracle created by Antigonus, the destructive sword which

Arianna had swung out, the transparent tentacles that Zaratul extended,

they all pointed at the same target in an erroneous manner---Medici's

black-armored subordinate.

At some point, the projection that consisted of a part of Medici's will

first suffered an explosion in "His" mind. Even "His" instinctive

reaction seemed to have disappeared. Then, "He" was assaulted by the

barrage of heavy attacks, and quickly dissipated in midair.

Wearing a pointed hat and a classical mage robe, it was unknown when

Amon had returned to the size of a human and landed at the bottom of the

battlefield.

"He" raised "His" right hand and adjusted the crystal monocle as a beam

of light lit up.

Behind "His" back, the ancient mottled clock phantom appeared once

again. The longest second hand quickly spun half a round at an

extraordinary speed.

It took less than a second, but everything on the desolate moors seemed

to have lost ten to twenty seconds.

The projection of Antigonus's historical projection disappeared.

Following that, Roselle's historical projection faded away. Finally, it

was the historical projections of Zaratul and Arianna.

The amount of time "They" could be maintained had been stolen.

Klein, who was just about to commit suicide for the third time, couldn't

believe his eyes.

He had expected Blasphemer Amon to resolve the five angel projections.

After all, they were merely projections. A projection was much weaker

than the actual body. However, Klein never expected the other party to

be so casual about it that he didn't even have a chance to commit

suicide.

He had used his trump card in exchange for such an outcome. It was

inevitable for him to feel disheartened and despair.

Amon nudged his monocle and took a step forward to appear in front of

him. "He" smiled.

"If 'They' were all 'Their' true bodies, it would indeed be more

troublesome.

"However, the Historical Void projection has a very huge flaw. And

grasping the 'problem' of something is what I'm best at."

Looking at this Angel of Time whose smile remained the same while his

expression was one of delight, as though "He" hadn't been in a difficult

situation just now, Klein's heart slowly sank, as if he had fallen into

an abyss.

His spiritual perception was triggered as scenes quickly flashed through

his mind.

*After entering the Forsaken Land of the Gods, Amon changed his

clothes---going from a dark colored jacket, trousers, and black top hat

that met the aesthetic standards of modern times to a classic mage's

robe and a pointed hat.*

After that, "He" suggested a game of escaping and obstructing;

*"He" appeared extremely confident and wasn't worried about any

mishaps...*

As his thoughts raced, Klein's throat turned dry, and he said in a low

and hoarse voice, "You... are the true body...

"After entering the Forsaken Land of the Gods, your true body merged

with your avatar?"

He seriously suspected that the person in front of him was Amon's true

body, the true Blasphemer, the whole King of Angels!

The corners of the monocled Amon's mouth curled up bit by bit.

"This is very interesting, isn't it?

"The expression on your face after knowing the truth is what I wanted to

see in this game."

"He" had clearly admitted that "He" was the main body. "He" was born

accommodating the Uniqueness of the Marauder pathway. "He" was peerless

amongst the ranks of those beneath that of deities.

This meant that, unless a true deity descended, no matter how hard Klein

struggled, he wouldn't be able to escape from Amon's hands. And this was

the Forsaken Land of the Gods. The only active deity was the True

Creator, and "He" wasn't too interested in Sefirah Castle.

Although he had suspected that the Amon beside him had swapped with

"His" actual body, Klein, who had experienced countless instances of

hope, only to have them destroyed, experienced what was the ultimate

sense of despair when he was truly certain of it. If it wasn't for the

fact that the Tarot Club involved Miss Justice, Leonard, and company, as

well as how he knew that Amon was best at deception, he would've

admitted defeat and expressed his willingness to become "His" Blessed.

*Isn't it normal to join the ranks of the opponents if you can't beat

them...* As he lampooned, a thought suddenly flashed through his

mind. He recalled the words that Amon had previously said.

This... His eyes lit up, and he completely calmed down.

Looking at Amon, he leisurely stretched his body and said with a smile,

"Kill me."