Snow put the monocle on his right eye, but there was still no movement, and his expression couldn't help but become weird.
"What's going on? Did you say that as long as you wear a monocle on your right eye, Amon can sense it? Or is there no Amon in this tomb at all?"
Snow was a little confused. According to the original novel, since this coffin can steal time, there must be at least one Worm of Time in it!
And with Amon's habits, it's impossible to separate the Worm of Time without transforming it into a clone!
But why doesn’t Amon parasitize me now?
Seeing that the group of thorny heads had started shouting "That's it", Snow felt his head hurt.
In this world, isn’t even Amon reliable?
Do you want to go to the Church of Storms to call Leodro?
Snow thought for a moment, but decided that he could not easily remove the protection of the white horse and the non-horse. What if the Time Worm was Voldemort and wanted to wait for him to remove the barrier and notify the other monsters?
Let’s kill him first!
Snow was a person who did whatever he thought. His chaotic aura opened up and his power to steal "time" was disturbed. He walked up the stone steps step by step and came to the coffin. With the sound of creaking, he pushed away the heavy weight.
coffin boards.
Then, he saw the golden cushion embroidered with the Worm of Time and the empty coffin.
The chaotic aura swept over and over again, disrupting the power that tried to steal his time again and again. When this power was restored, Snow was also looking for the core of reconstruction.
With a slight sigh, Snow took off the monocle on his face, took out a bottle of water that seemed to be endless, and filled his mouth with sugar and salt water.
"There really isn't one?" Snow picked up the golden cushion embroidered with the Insect of Time. Countless Snow consciousnesses began to observe this ordinary cushion from different angles to confirm that there really wasn't anything.
question.
He thought that when the Heart of Machine destroyed the Gate of the Abyss in the original work, Amon's clone didn't jump out because he knew it couldn't deal with the demigod, but now it seems that there really is no Amon here?
etc?
What did you forget?
That’s right! Picture frame!
Snow suddenly trembled. If there were not enough thoughts in the Nuo Council, he almost ignored this matter!
His eyes bypassed the coffin and looked at the portrait lying upside down on the high platform, and his expression became solemn.
In the original work, this thing did not cause any danger, so that he subconsciously thought...
No, it can’t be subconscious!
He couldn't ignore anything related to Amon!
Did this thing steal my vigilance?
Snow's brows frowned more and more, but he still stretched his hand towards the picture frame.
At this moment, the Quannuo Council once again fell into a state of fear. All the souls were resisting approaching the picture frame, but there were still a few fun souls who shouted "Hurry up" loudly, which made the original souls resist.
The All-Connaught Council, which had tended to be tidy, once again became a bit motley.
Resisting the thought of strangling those fun souls to death, Snow picked up the picture frame and saw the smiling portrait of Amon in the picture frame.
An invisible fastening and silence seemed to be about to be broken, but at this moment, the closure composed of white horses and non-horses replaced the role of the picture frame, freezing the time in the room.
However, if you look closely, you will find that this freeze-frame seems completely different from before.
The burning of the candle was like a video being played frame by frame. The flames that were supposed to be flickering were now flickering and stuck, which made people feel uncomfortable.
This is a demigod-level application that can freeze time and achieve a state similar to time suspension.
In this state, the corpse will still decay and the candle will still burn, but the speed will be so slow that it seems to be stationary. Of course, he cannot maintain this freeze frame by absorbing the "time" of outsiders like Amon's portrait.
With the amount of spirituality that Snow paid this time, in about a month... no, at most twenty days, the isolation here will collapse.
But that's not important.
Snow played with the picture frame in his hand, watching the face belonging to Amon becoming more and more vivid. He immediately took out a silver coin, injected spirituality into it, and began to seal the picture frame.
His method is not a normal spiritual seal, but a closed loop, allowing the power of the frame itself to seal the time in the closed loop, forming a time paradox of "I pause myself."
This is a very delicate job in itself, but under the influence of Snow's demigod ability, which he tentatively named "chain reaction", the massive amount of time sealed in Amon's frame is inconsistent with its own motion.
Absorbing the characteristics of time, it spontaneously completes this time closed loop.
Seeing the color gradually turning gray, as if the faded picture frame was separated from the world, Snow breathed a sigh of relief. If Amon hadn't come out by now, then it was really gone.
Taking out a piece of black cloth and wrapping Amon's picture frame, Snow took out a pen and paper and started writing——
"To Mr. Thief:
The self-portrait placed in your tomb is excellent, and I also like the time sealed in it.
Of course, I also like your Quaternary-style coffin, those pillars with patterns as sharp as axes, and the door leading into the abyss...
But unfortunately, what I can take away is extremely limited.
So I only took your portrait.
There is also the time that the portrait is sealed.
I already have a plan for where they will go, and I believe I won’t put your thousand years of accumulation to shame.
Here’s to the thief who stole the thief’s treasure.”
Although he did not succeed in trying to commit suicide this time, Snow still cleaned up all the traces he left, placed his message on the golden cushion embroidered with the Insect of Time, and slowly closed the coffin board.
But just when he was about to leave, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration. With a smile on his face, he came to the mural depicting the birth of Amon. He took out his monocle and put it on his left eye. Then, his fingertips condensed a ray of light.
A blade of flesh and soul that is not too long.
Although it is not a tiny bit weaker than the Blade of Soul and Flesh cast by Made in Heaven, it is still enough if you want to leave a message on the wall.
After thinking about it for a moment, he finally did not write down a sarcastic statement such as "Amon, how many fathers do you have?", but simply outlined a line of large characters -
"Uncle San is here for a visit"
Without removing the spiritual wall that enclosed the space, Snow walked out of the tomb, closed the door, and then floated away.
…
A young man wearing a black robe and a pointed hat was walking in the desolate wilderness, with thunder rising and falling above his head, and twisted and deformed monsters beside him.
But all of this seemed to have nothing to do with him. He just walked around this once-rich land quietly, like a child on the way home from school, looking for something worthy of his energy.
Suddenly, his steps paused slightly, he raised his lowered hand, gently pinched his eye sockets, straightened the monocle stuck in his eye sockets, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly——
