Chapter 55: A Trap a Thousand Years in the Making

Chapter 55: A Trap a Thousand Years in the Making

Amon!

The Blasphemer, Amon!

Leonard was not at all unfamiliar with the person before him. Not only had he faced Amon’s avatars directly, he had also heard of His many deeds and vile personality from the Tarot Club and from the old man, Pallez Zoroast.

At that moment, Leonard’s thoughts nearly froze completely. His mind went blank, with only a few scattered notions still able to turn.

Just then, Amon’s lips moved. He uttered ravings that belonged entirely to the level of divinity.

Instantly, voice after voice echoed inside Leonard’s mind, as though they came from countless Amons:

“Surprised? Unexpected?”

“After realizing I could not obtain Sefirah Castle in a short period of time, I shifted my focus to Backlund…”

“If not to deceive all of you, why would I play such a simple cat-and-mouse game with him?”

“I imagine there should be a connection between you…”

“He must have told you I was still tracking him, still sabotaging his movements, still setting traps at his destinations…”

“That was merely an avatar close to Sequence 1…”

“Ah, right, Pallez, I forgot to tell you. For a long period in the late Fourth Epoch, the ancestor of the Jacob family was actually me in disguise. I secretly devoured Him long ago, then watched His descendants panic in terror while I found a way to add another secret treasure in the place where Tudor became the Blood Emperor…”

“I did not deal with those people because I had a premonition that this treasure would be very useful. I have an avatar that has been sleeping there for more than a thousand years, patiently waiting for someone to open the treasure. As for my other avatars, I did not synchronize this information with Them. Perhaps, at certain times, that would inadvertently complete the misdirection…”

“Mm. This kind of synchronization is my ‘invention.’ Pallez, you have fallen behind the times…”

“In order to truly confirm your whereabouts, I watched that group break the traps and take away the items. I watched your avatar steal the characteristic and sealed artifact from them. I watched Him cautiously devour and digest it. And now, patience has finally been rewarded…”

“I guess you are definitely thinking about how to stall for time and wait for divine descent…”

Those voices overlapped and piled upon one another, tearing Leonard’s thoughts apart and stabbing into his soul. His head swelled and contracted in a tangible manner. Tufts of short black fur sprouted from his face. Flesh wriggled and bulged between his ribs and around his waist, as though new limbs were about to form.

Just a few ravings had already brought Leonard close to losing control. The pain was unbearable, and he had no ability to resist at all.

This was the son of the Creator.

This was a King of Angels.

At the same time, 7 Pinster Street began to change. At some unknown point, pitch-black stone pillars had risen one after another, supporting a towering, magnificent cathedral.

Every pillar, every arch, and every part of the vault inside that cathedral was inlaid with the white bones of different races. They were densely packed and chaotically squeezed together, using empty eyes to stare at Leonard, who seemed rather insignificant at the center of the hall, as though they were conducting a trial.

Amon stood before the hundred-meter-tall cross deep inside the cathedral. Smiling, He looked at Leonard, whose back was bent and expression twisted.

“This Cathedral of Corpses isn’t bad, right?

“I stole it not long ago.

“With this, if They want to discover something abnormal here and descend in divine form, there will be at least a thirty-second delay. That is enough.”

As He spoke, Amon lifted a hand and pinched the monocle ground from crystal. His face was filled with amusement.

Suddenly, Leonard heard the sound of a bell.

It was illusory and ethereal, as though it came from infinitely far away.

The ravings tearing and polluting Leonard’s spirit body abruptly…