I have a role in the heavens

At this moment, a voice full of anger sounded from Klein's soul. This demigod was so decisive that he directly abandoned the body of the gray giant rat and parasitized in the tree.

Countless insects emerged from the trunk and roots of the tree. These insects were large in size, with seven or eight links. Their bodies were translucent, with many strange patterns emerging on them, exuding a power of time passing.

Klein instantly lost all his thoughts, and at the same time lost the ability to control the secret puppet and flash. His whole body fell into a state of stiffness, his brain was blank, as if he had become a sculpture without thinking ability.

Suddenly, a voice with a slight smile sounded, calming the anger of the thief demigod.

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, everything can be solved!"

"Really?"

The anger of the thief demigod magically dissipated, and his voice was full of confusion, like a helpless and confused child, whispering for help.

"Of course, you have to relax. I will help you pull back from the edge of losing control, as long as you do what I say!"

A young man wearing a robe-like black windbreaker, black pants and black leather shoes appeared. He had a wide forehead, a thin face, a tall hat and a very distinctive single-lens crystal glasses, which made him look very gentle. His voice had a strange magic that could make people choose to believe him involuntarily and give up all their vigilance and resistance.

"Amon!"

Klein was awakened instantly. His eyes moved. When he saw the image of the person coming, his pupils suddenly began to shrink. A look of horror appeared on his face. He quickly snapped his right hand and disappeared instantly. He didn't dare to meet the person at all and fled in fear.

Amon stopped and looked at the disappearing Klein in surprise. His brows were slightly frowned and his voice was a little cold.

"It turned out to be the strange wizard of the night passage. He escaped so quickly!"

Amon then retracted his gaze and looked at the half-trunked tree in front of him. A strange smile appeared on his face, his eyes were cold and deep, and he asked in a low voice.

"Descendants of Jacob's family?"

"Yes, do you know the ancestor of my family?"

The demigod on the verge of losing control showed a bit of excitement in his voice, as if he had grabbed the last straw to save his life and regarded Amon as his savior.

Amon stroked his chin with his fingers, and his single crystal glasses reflected the light, looking full of evil spirit. He smacked his lips, as if he was savoring it, and the cold voice echoed between heaven and earth.

"Of course I know them, they taste very good!"

Instantly, the world became silent. After three breaths, a piercing voice full of fear came from the tree, like a rooster with its neck pinched, making people frown.

"You are, you are the blasphemer Amon!"

A bunch of insects emerged from the tree trunk again, as if they wanted to escape from here and stay away from the blasphemer Amon, but unfortunately, as soon as these insects crawled out, they were controlled by an invisible force and froze in place.

"If you had resisted just now, you might have had a glimmer of hope to escape, but now it's too late, just be my prey!"

Amon pinched his single crystal glasses with his right hand, and a scornful and sarcastic smile appeared on his face. He calmly stole the other party's fate and wanted to replace him.

"You, the Thief's Path family, have split into small, unconnected families, and secretly established a secret organization, calling yourself the Hermit of Destiny. How funny!"

"If I take your place and sneak into this secret organization, it's very interesting to think about it!"

"A secret organization that guards against Amon, but with Amon's participation, is there anything more interesting in the world than this?"

"Ah, no!"

The Thief's Path demigod had no power to fight back against Sequence 1 Amon, and could only let out a howl of grief and fear, and his destiny was stolen. From then on, this person no longer existed, and became the avatar of the Blasphemer Amon.

The broken tree shook violently, and then calmed down. Streams of light flew out of it and merged into Amon's body. These are the extraordinary characteristics of the demigod, with powerful abilities.

"He is so stupid. He has no brain of his own. He believes everything I say. If I can replace his identity so easily, why bother talking to him for so long!"

"But it is understandable. After all, he is on the verge of losing control. His wisdom has declined greatly. He can be easily angered and confused by words!"

It is not Amon's real body that came, but just an avatar. In fact, his power is limited and has not exceeded the level of Sequence 4 demigod. If he wants to take away the fate of this out-of-control demigod, he will have to pay a huge price. But now he just deceived with words and stole the other party's fate without bloodshed and replaced the other party's identity.

"If he has a brain, he will not be scared by you, Amon, and parasitize on the body of a mouse!"

Suddenly, a clear voice came from behind Amon, and Ilsi appeared here. His appearance has changed at this time. He looks middle-aged, with crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. His eyes are full of vicissitudes. He wears a wizard robe with astrological maps embroidered on it, giving people a sense of erudition and mystery.

"Well, interesting, I didn't even notice your arrival."

Amon was not panicked, and a piece of silk appeared in his hand. He took off his crystal glasses calmly, wiped them, and turned to look at Ilsi.

"When did you become a Sequence 1 angel in the world? It's really surprising!"

Amon put on the crystal glasses after wiping them, and asked casually with a gleam of light.

Ilsi knew that Amon was stalling for time and wanted to completely devour the Beyonder characteristics of the thief demigod, but he did not stop him. He was just a clone, and he did not take it seriously, allowing him to achieve his goal.

Ilsi blinked, glanced at the crystal glasses Amon was wearing, and said something nonsensical.

"Why do you like wearing crystal glasses so much?"

Ilsi remembered the ridicule of the readers of the original book, saying that the crystal glasses were the blasphemer Amon, so he asked Amon this question.

Amon obviously did not understand this joke, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Ilsi in confusion. At the same time, the light that flew out of the tree was also swallowed up by him. Amon had completely replaced the demigod just now, and replaced the other party's fate and identity.

"Why do you ask this question?"

"It's okay, I'm just curious!"

Ilsi shook her head, and as soon as she changed her tone, she revealed a sharp edge on her body, and a powerful aura enveloped Amon's clone.

"You have completely replaced the other party's identity and stolen the other party's fate. It's time for me to do my job!"

Before the voice fell, the stars in the night sky shone, and countless starlight fell, gathering into a bright beam of light, bombarding Amon who had not yet reacted.

Amon was shocked and raised his right hand, wanting to steal Ilsi's ability, but he found that the other party's ability was very unfamiliar, not the extraordinary path he was familiar with. His face changed drastically, and his eyes showed an expression of disbelief.

If the extraordinary person of the thief's path wants to steal the enemy's ability, he must understand this extraordinary ability to succeed. The more he knows, the higher the probability of success.

However, Amon found that he had no idea about the extraordinary abilities of the enemy. They were not the abilities of the 22 extraordinary paths that he was familiar with. The ability he stole failed, which had never happened before.

As a blasphemer, Amon had stolen the fate of countless extraordinary people and was very familiar with the abilities of the 22 extraordinary paths. This was the first time he encountered such a situation.

"Which path of extraordinary are you from? Why have I never seen your abilities!"

Before he finished speaking, the starlight bombarded Amon's body, drowning him, leaving no trace of his body, only two slightly dim insects with twelve translucent links.

These two insects followed one after another, forming the same circle vertically, slowly turning, and faintly emerging an ancient mottled phantom, which seemed to be a clock face carved from stone, divided into twelve grids, each of which was either grayish white or dark blue, interspersed with each other, with clear boundaries, and different symbols. Just a simple glance would make people feel that the gods were accelerating.

"Ding!"

A bell that seemed to have come through history rang in the void and reached Ilsi's ears. He looked indifferent and cold. With a slight wave of his right hand, two translucent bugs fell into his palm.

Ilsi looked down at the bugs, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and said with some satisfaction.

"The harvest is not bad. I got two time bugs. This is a good thing. I can refine an extraordinary item with time attributes!"

The time bug is the carrier for Amon to create a clone. It involves the field of time. It is an extraordinary variety that can only be condensed by angels of the thief's path sequence 1. It is very rare and precious.

In a secret place, Amon wore a robe-like black windbreaker, black pants and black leather shoes. He had a wide forehead and a thin face. He wore a tall hat and single-lens crystal glasses. He showed a surprised expression on his face and turned to look in the direction of Backlund. His voice was cold and full of chill.

"One of my clones in the Kingdom of Loen was killed!"

Each of Amon's clones is a part of him. If killed, the power of his original body will also be affected, and he will lose part of his soul and spirituality. He needs to steal the fate of more extraordinary people to recover.

Amon's single crystal eye turned over a ray of light, and his eyes penetrated through the heavy fog, trying to spy on the trajectory of fate and get some useful information.

"Strange, there is not a trace in the trajectory of fate. The other party seems to be very mysterious!"

Backlund, Ilsi's eyes penetrated the endless void and seemed to see Amon's original body. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a bit of disdain, and said coldly.

"Just relying on you, a thief, you also want to spy on the trajectory of my fate. It's really overestimating your own abilities!"

Before the voice fell, Ilsi's figure tore open the space in front of him, and a portal flashing with white light appeared in front of him. He stepped in and returned to the Hall of Knowledge, hiding in the sea of ​​subconsciousness of all beings, erasing all traces of himself.

On the bronze throne, Ilsi rested her hand on her cheek, a thoughtful expression on her face, and murmured.

"Amon's appearance this time will definitely cause a big uproar. Klein should ask for help from the Church of the Goddess of Night. I wonder if the church will send Arianna this time!"

Arianna is the leader of the ascetics of the Church of the Goddess of Night, the abbot of the Night Monastery, the head of the thirteen archbishops of the Church of Night, a secret servant of Sequence 2, an angel-level being, and the candidate for the next Pope. She is powerful and terrifying. Even if she is not as good as Amon, she is not much weaker.

According to the original trajectory, after Klein escaped, he passed on the news of the appearance of the blasphemer Amon and found many helpers to deal with Amon's clone together.

Among them is Renette Tinichol, the leader of the Rose School of Temperance, a Sequence 2 ancient evil creature of the Prisoner Path, and an angel-level being. Mercury Serpent, Will Auceptin, a Sequence 1 of the Monster Path, although his strength is in the weak period of reincarnation, he should not be underestimated.

"But these things have nothing to do with me. I just need to wait for the war to come, and I can raise the throne and be promoted to a Sequence 0 Hermit!"

Ilsi shook his head and stopped thinking about these things. They were all insignificant trifles. His eyes were no longer limited to the ground, but cast towards the starry sky.

Backlund, North District, Saint Samuel Church.

The Archbishop of the Backlund Diocese of the Storm Church, the Dark Blue Archbishop, Raydar Valentine, fell from the raging wind and landed in the tower. He was wearing a black robe with a storm symbol, a thick beard on his face, short and upright hair, the color was like dark blue and almost pure black, and he was burly. He looked at a figure who had arrived a long time ago, and his loud voice resounded.

"Horamik, do you know what happened? Why did Anthony suddenly invite us here!"

Horamik Hayden was a member of the Steam Church's God Conference and the Archbishop of the Backlund Diocese. He wore a white priest robe and a clergyman's soft hat. He had a kind face and a gentle expression. He responded calmly after hearing the words.

"I just arrived too, and I don't know what happened!"

Raydar Valentine frowned, and before he could say anything else, Archbishop Saint Anthony had already climbed up the steeple along the winding narrow stairs and came to the two of them.

The archbishop's attire did not change at all. He wore a clergy robe with red in black, and wore five dark holy emblems on his chest. His face was clean, without a beard, and his eyes were deep and peaceful.

"Is there anything that can't wait until dawn? Or do you, the Church of the Night, like to talk about things late at night?"

When Radar Valentine saw Archbishop Saint Anthony, he showed a dissatisfied expression on his face and complained.

Archbishop Saint Anthony was not angry. The clergy of the Storm Church had bad tempers. He had long been accustomed to the other party's style of doing things. He looked at the two archbishops with a serious look and explained in a deep voice.

"There is an important matter that needs to be discussed with you. It will be too late tomorrow!"

The two archbishops heard this and their expressions suddenly became serious. They still knew the archbishop of the Church of the Goddess of Night very well and would not exaggerate.

"What's the matter?"

"This matter involves the royal family. Let Ms. Arianna tell you!"

Before the voice fell, a female figure emerged from the void beside Saint Anthony. She was wearing a linen robe with many patches, a belt made of twisted bark tied around her waist, long black hair draped down wantonly, and her feet were barefoot and covered with dust and scars. Her facial features were very ordinary, and her eyes were deep and dark, giving people a sense of peace and tranquility.

"Good evening, Ms. Arianna!"

The two archbishops hurriedly bowed and saluted the angel of the Sequence 2 Servant of Secrets. Their expressions became more solemn. Backlund must have had a big thing happen, otherwise the Church of the Goddess of Night would not send the next Pope.

Under normal circumstances, the three major religions, the royal family, and the military would abide by the same unspoken rule, that is, the angels on earth and the level 0 seals would not easily appear in Backlund.

"Good evening, two archbishops!"

"The royal family discovered the mausoleum of the Blood Emperor, and a large number of civilians were sent into it. There must be some unspeakable secrets in it. Our three major churches need to respond!"

"Let's go to this ruins to explore it!"

The two archbishops also knew that the matter was serious, and they immediately reached a consensus. They prepared themselves and went to the Blood Emperor ruins together to find out the secrets of the royal family.

Unfortunately, the actions of the three major churches seemed to have been mastered long ago. The fantasy angel Adam imagined a mausoleum of the Blood Emperor, concealed the secrets of the royal family, and made the three major churches return empty-handed.

Queens, Hall Manor.

Ilsi sat on the lawn, looking at Audrey who was playing with the golden retriever, with a faint smile on her face, and spoke.

"Audrey, how strong are you now?"

The blonde girl was shining brightly under the bright sunshine, with a brilliant smile on her pretty face. She turned to look at Ilsi, raised her head high, and showed off with a proud look.

"Brother, I have been promoted to a Sequence 6 hypnotist, a mid-sequence extraordinary person!"

"Hypnotist, then you should be very good at hypnosis?"

Ilsi deliberately showed a curious expression on her face when she heard it. Her acting skills were natural and there was no trace of performance. Audrey and Susie, who were passing by, did not notice anything unusual.

"Yes, I am now an expert in psychology and can hypnotize!"

"That's great. I haven't been sleeping well recently. Can you try to hypnotize me and let me have a good rest!"

Ilsi's deep eyes revealed some gray-black eye bags. He was busy in the Hall of Knowledge last night and looked very haggard, which was exactly the image of an insomniac.

"Brother, are you under too much pressure recently?"

Audrey was still very concerned about Ilsi. She quickly left the golden retriever and came to her brother's side, asking with concern.

"The kingdom has been a little uneasy recently, and undercurrents are surging, which makes me a little worried!"

Ilsi's words contained deep meaning, which made the blonde girl's expression slightly moved. The Psychological Alchemy Society recently asked her to test Earl Hall's views on the war. Could it be that the kingdom was going to start a war?

"Brother, I can try!"

Audrey did not refuse Ilsi's request. She stretched her hands in front of Ilsi and moved slowly. Her spirituality began to shine and she exerted her hypnotic ability.

Ilsi suppressed her spiritual instincts and cooperated with Audrey's hypnosis. Her mind gradually felt a little tired, and her body fell back and fell into sleep.