Chapter 550: Branding Amon
Chapter 550: Branding Amon
At night, stars hung in the sky like blinking eyes, each emitting its own light, turning the night sky into a dazzling spectacle.
The blinking eyes were not just the stars watching, but also the true gods like theeverNight Goddess.
Their gazes were also cast upon the thief imprisoned inside.
"A thief should be locked up," Roselle Gustav sneered at the temporarily confined Amon. "And that old guy Zaratul, does he really think he can manipulate my historical gap images at will?"
"It's a pity we couldn't lock him up too."
"Next time, he won't escape so easily."
Roselle Gustav muttered to himself. After the stars arrived at the island last time, he had become much more clear-headed.
The moment Zaratul summoned his historical gap image tonight, he sensed it and came over to see what Zaratul was up to.
He saw Amon, the thief, beating up Zaratul, the charlatan, and was happy to assist Amon in thrashing Zaratul.
When the gaze of the stars was cast, he knew who the main course was tonight.
For a thief like Amon, who excelled at escaping and stealing, the best way was to throw all the useless junk at him.
"Want to steal? Here, take it all at once. Let's see how much you can carry."
"People who aren't completely dead are really troublesome," Amon, who had been silent in prison, finally spoke up.
He looked at Roselle Gustav, "Next time, I'll steal your most cherished treasure."
"Stars, beat him to death for me!"
Roselle immediately got angry. Amon's threat to his precious treasure ignited his fury.
"Haha, can't keep your cool?" Amon smiled, "You people with concerns, when it comes to a life-and-death struggle, your humanity is your fatal weakness."
"Someone like you wouldn't understand the value of humanity. Oh, maybe it's because you were unloved by your parents, leaving you mentally damaged and vengeful against society."
In terms of arguing, Roselle could probably compete with the Lamp Genie.
Hearing Roselle mention the Ancient Sun God, Amon's expression instantly cooled. He adjusted his monocle and glanced at the starry prison formed by the six chains of the stars and the Star Hall. "So, how do you plan to kill me?"
"Or are you incapable of killing me?"
Amon's lips curled into a faint smile. He had seen through the stars' reality. Despite their fearsome authority, their power to intervene in the real world was currently not strong.
At most, it was equivalent to a god descending, and such power alone couldn't pose a fatal threat to him.
The High-Dimensional Overseer were old gods from the stars. Their true form was naturally powerful, but how much power could they exert through the initial barrier?
In the last game of hide-and-seek, he had roughly figured out the details of this avatar of the High-Dimensional Overseer , slightly stronger than a typical Sequence 1.
As for Roselle Gustav, what appeared before him was just a historical gap image, and how much could Zaratul's spiritual power support?
A group of incomplete beings could severely injure him, but killing him was not so simple.
Amon's calm demeanor was unbearable for Roselle. He shouted into the distance, "Zaratul, you old charlatan, hold on!"
His historical gap image still needed Zaratul's spiritual power to maintain. If Zaratul cut off the connection and stopped supporting him, his power would quickly drain.
"Even if it's just a historical gap image, I am still the man who once ascended the Black Emperor's throne!"
Seeing Roselle preparing to fight Amon, Hastur in the Star Hall chuckled and guided the power of the three extraordinary characteristics and singularity of the Assassination Prince into Roselle's body.
At this moment, Roselle's power surged rapidly. While accepting this power, he also absorbed Zaratul's spiritual power, temporarily becoming a Black Emperor with Sequence 0 status and authority!
Amon's expression finally showed a slight change. The three extraordinary characteristics and the singularity of the Assassination Prince were all in the hands of the stars!
And they could temporarily help Roselle Gustav, just a historical gap image, to hold the Sequence 0 Black Emperor status!
"No theft allowed here!"
"No escape allowed here!"
"The blasphemer of law and order will be punished by a thousand arrows piercing the heart!"
A stern, icy voice echoed, and order and rules took effect. The black web of rules belonging to the Black Emperor spread around, followed by sharp arrows piercing through the clouds, aiming straight at Amon!
Amon, with no place to hide, was instantly turned into a pincushion by the black arrows, creating a spectacular scene.
"Before I go, I'll leave you a little souvenir!" Roselle's body began to fade as Zaratul could no longer sustain the spiritual power supply.
"Have you heard of branding a criminal's face?"
The nearly transparent Roselle used the last bit of power to leave an indelible brand on Amon's forehead!
The ink-colored dye spelled out the word *thief* in Hermes language.
Each letter was two inches square, and with the ink dye, it stood out prominently on Amon's smooth forehead.
Having completed this, Roselle laughed heartily and left.
"Boring."
After the thousand arrows piercing the heart ended, a new Amon emerged from the tattered body.
But to his surprise, the tattoo on his forehead didn't fade and remained there.
He tried to remove the tattoo but couldn't shake Roselle's final taunt.
He then realized that the first two rules Roselle had set were to restrict him, and the third rule was to confuse him. The real intention was to leave an indelible tattoo on his forehead.
This was Roselle's humiliation and mockery!
"Now it's your turn."
In the Star Hall, Hastur suppressed his urge to laugh and invited the star containers to look up at the sky.
"Look, come on, Amon is here, this fate thief is in prison now. Who wants to be the next executioner?"
The entire starry sky seemed to fall into a brief silence. Just as Amon was about to show a disdainful expression, the God of Knowledge and Wisdom chose to strike first.
The vast light of wisdom fell from the sky, like a meteor shower.
But each falling meteor turned and struck Amon in the prison, while a pure white eye appeared in the sky, seemingly searching for something.
"Didn't expect him to strike first. It seems he's decided which side to stand on. As expected of the God of Wisdom," Hastur praised.
A god choosing to strike first at this moment was clearly siding with the stars. This intention was too obvious, which was why the Storm Lord, accustomed to shattering darkness with thunder, had not yet acted.
Was that pure white eye the All-Seeing Eye?
Was he trying to find something?
Hastur pondered for a moment and understood the God of Knowledge and Wisdom's intention.
He also had doubts about the Ancient Sun God's fall, so he took this opportunity to observe Amon closely, to see if the Ancient Sun God had left any contingencies on him.
Unfortunately, he chose the wrong target.
If he had observed Adam instead, he might have seen the connection between Adam and the True Creator.
As expected, the All-Seeing Eye, finding nothing, retracted, and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom cast hundreds of beams of wisdom light, striking Amon hard.
In the starry prison, a new Amon emerged from the tattered body, but this time his aura was significantly weakened.
Waiting to be executed was not Amon's style. He tried to break free from the prison, but the six circulating chains of the stars tightly bound his body, and the High-Dimensional Overseer stabilized the surrounding space, making it difficult for him to break free and leave, forcing him to keep consuming energy.
With the God of Knowledge and Wisdom's strike, the power of the night began to surge and spread slowly, as if continually accumulating strength.
Amon felt a bit uneasy. He wasn't afraid of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, but the everNight Goddess was different.
He had a premonition that the everNight Goddess genuinely wanted to kill him now!
She had murderous intent!
On the three extraordinary paths leading to the Fool, he was easily restrained by the everNight Goddess. Even that half-Fool was still imprisoned in the Land of Night.
It was time to fight!
Amon put away his previously casual attitude, his eyes focused, and an ancient clock emitting a hazy light rose behind him. At this moment, the hands of the clock spun wildly.