Chapter 427: Amon Killer

"Then how about you give it to me?"

Amon's inquiry, delivered with a faint smile, caused the scene to fall into silence.

Once again, everyone's eyes were fixed on the instrument case just one step away from Klein.

Grove's face was full of astonishment, and Delinke's expression was ugly to the extreme.

That Angel of the Castiya Family who had wanted to retreat also stopped; if it truly was a "Hand of Order" Characteristic, then never mind him, even the ancestor of the Castiya Family would have to come over!

"Damn it!" A more intense radiance surged from Delinke Augustus, intending to annihilate all of Amon's avatars.

"Heh!" Amon chuckled lightly, pinched his monocle, and his figure flickered slightly; by exploiting a loophole, he remained within the domain of the "Balancer" without being punished.

"Delinke, your opponent should be me!" That Angel of the Castiya Family returned to the battlefield and dealt a heavy blow to Delinke Augustus!

The battle situation was directly reversed.

"Then I'll take that as you agreeing." Amon suddenly placed his hand on the instrument case.

The next instant, Amon blinked and looked at the "Qunas Colger" closest to him.

Klein watched Amon's hand resting on the instrument case, wearing a smile that was practically perverted, like a Clown.

"So you have a day like this too!"

Klein drew his gun and fired at maximum speed!

The first shot hit the lock of the instrument case, causing a slight flaw in the case's perfect Seal; this flaw reflected in Reality as the range of "Forbidden Extraordinary, Enhanced Reality" expanding, by a full three meters.

Everyone within this three-meter range, including Amon's avatars and Klein, lost all Extraordinary abilities.

Bang!

Klein's second shot hit Amon, who was three steps away and staring at him across the instrument case; within seven steps, the gun was fast and accurate!

Amon subconsciously reached out to steal the bullet, but he failed; the bullet entered his body, splashing blood.

Although this body was obtained through Parasitism, he was, after all, Amon!

"... Interesting!" Amon looked at the blood hole that had appeared on his body, and after his astonishment, he simply smiled.

"You remind me of a toy I had when I was young; that Brass Book also often forbade my Extraordinary abilities."

Forbidden Extraordinary, Brass Book... these keywords made Klein's brow twitch uncontrollably; you use a Unique as a toy?!

"And you are very strange." Amon's next sentence made Klein's heart tighten.

"You actually dare to shoot at me; it has been a long time since I met someone so brave. Coincidentally, I met one recently, and they also happened to be a Sequence 4."

Amon did not care at all about the bleeding wound on his body, instead looking at Klein with great surprise.

The hand Klein used to hold the gun trembled slightly; Amon had already recognized him.

"You actually delivered yourself to my door!" Amon gently straightened his monocle.

"What are you talking about?" Klein refused to admit it to the death, then fired continuously!

Bang, bang, bang!

Several more bullets shot out and pierced Amon's forehead.

One Amon fell, two Amons fell, three Amons fell!

Klein happily earned the title of Amon Killer!

"Do you have as many bullets as I have avatars?" The other manifested Amons surrounded him, and Klein was about to be submerged by Amon.

"..." Klein was suddenly a bit nervous; he really didn't!

He put the instrument case back on his back and opened it completely, the domain of Forbidden Extraordinary expanding once again, this time covering even half of the "Balancer" domain.

Even Grove lost his Extraordinary abilities and was backing away from Klein in horror.

Klein's face was as calm as water as he fired continuously; under the characteristic of Reality Enhancement, the lethality of the firearms was amplified, almost one Amon per shot; Klein had reached the pinnacle of his life.

"How many bullets do you have left?" Amon stared at the firearm in Klein's hand as a group of Amons closed in.

There were only two firearms that Grove had given to Klein, each with two magazines.

Now that more and more Amons were surrounding him, even if he used up all his bullets, a large portion of Amons would still be standing; in such a situation, a single Amon could knock Klein down with one punch!

And once Amon got hold of the instrument case, he might re-seal it, and at that point, Klein would have no chance at all.

"Amon!" Klein suddenly heard a voice even more majestic than Delinke Augustus', one that seemed to represent the order itself.

This voice almost made Klein submit and kneel to offer up the instrument case.

William I!

This name appeared in Klein's heart; only he could make someone carrying the instrument case fall into such a bizarre state.

And his target was not himself!

All of Amon's avatars suffered a terrifying blow; as a fellow Sequence 1 "Hand of Order", William I had great insight into suppressing this kind of domain.

"It's William!" Nearly half of Amon's avatars collapsed directly into Worms of Time, but at this moment, Amon no longer "played" with Klein; outside the Forbidden domain, the Amon avatars that were not suppressed took action.

He gently raised his hand and grabbed; with Klein as the center, the space for several hundred meters was gripped in his palm.

He stole the entire space!

Klein was within this space and felt his brow twitch upon seeing this; at this time, he could not care about anything else, so he placed the instrument case on the ground, opened the lid, and took out the ice-sealed scepter.

At this moment, the power of the scepter, having lost one layer of Seal, surged, and the Forbidden domain expanded crazily once again, re-enveloping the area of several hundred meters and erasing the effect of "Steal".

Swish!

Klein only felt that the ice-sealed scepter in his hand had developed a sense; he turned his head to look, and the boundary between the Spirit World and the Real World had blurred; at the end of his line of sight was a familiar gentleman.

That person had a somewhat square face, black hair and blue eyes, a high nose bridge, thick whiskers, and a rather solemn expression.

Klein was very familiar with this gentleman, because he was the portrait on the Loen Gold Pound!

This was definitely one of Klein's favorite images.

He used a certain method to project his power through the Spirit World and took action against Amon.

William I drew a silver rapier and lightly slashed in front of him; there was no need for words, as every Amon avatar was divided into a different space, and every space had different or even completely opposite Rules!

This bizarre state directly plunged Amon into a chaotic and strange condition.

After all, Amon only had one consciousness; the conflict of these countless Rules directly caused even His gaze to become sluggish.

And Klein also received a very peculiar treatment within the division of this sword strike.

The Space he was in was as narrow as a coffin—or, of course, it could be seen as another violin case—sealing him and the scepter away once more.

"Amon, save me!" Klein felt he could not break free from this confinement and could only place his hope in Amon.