yasinovel Chapter 227 Amon's Operation
Chapter 227 Amon's Operation
Chapter 227 Amon's Operation
After he finished speaking, and after waiting for a while, there was no reaction or change in the surroundings.
"It seems that Amon has really left."
As he muttered to himself, a gray mist suddenly filled his vision, and then Klein's voice echoed in his ears:
"I didn't see Amon around, but I can't see through the tomb chamber in front of you, so he might be hiding inside."
Xireen nodded thoughtfully: "We'll know once we open it. We're already here anyway."
As he spoke, he looked at the door leading to the main burial chamber.
It was a black stone door covered with patterns that looked as if it had been carved by a knife and axe, with a gray-white, clock-like disc in the center.
"This is the emblem of the Amon family; it seems to have been made into a lock here."
After giving a brief explanation, he reached out and placed his hand on the black stone door. A faint blue light rippled from his palm, and then he pushed hard.
With a creaking sound, the heavy, locked black stone door was easily pushed open by him.
"You just pushed the door open like that?"
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Klein's voice, rising above the gray fog, was filled with astonishment. When he saw the strange, clock-like lock, he had expected a complicated but ultimately successful decryption process.
...Or even a violent act of opening the door would be more visually appealing and satisfying than this.
"Any door is useless before the 'apprentice'."
While curiously examining the tomb chamber behind the door, Sirion casually replied.
The main burial chamber behind the door is extremely spacious, roughly the size of the hall we passed earlier, but much more refined in detail, though equally empty.
Apart from the dark black coffin placed on the high platform in the center, there were only classical iron lamp stands installed on the surrounding walls, with candles burning quietly and flickering in the flames.
And the straight path from the stone gate to the coffin hinge was covered with decaying bones.
The remains were so badly decomposed that it was impossible to tell what they originally looked like. Only from the relatively well-preserved fragments of clothing around them could we tell that there were men and women among them, ordinary workers and gentlemen from well-off families.
They possessed no spiritual radiance whatsoever, as if their extraordinary qualities and magical items had already been taken away.
Cyril immediately thought of the extraordinary properties and magical items that had appeared in the passage earlier.
...It must have been Amon who moved them, but wouldn't that be too boring?
Collecting his thoughts, Sirion stood before the stone door, carefully surveying the scene within the tomb chamber. Ever since he opened the stone door, his spiritual intuition had not provided any warning.
After a two-second silence, he took out a gold coin and threw it into the tomb.
pat!
The gold coin rolled several times before landing, remaining completely unchanged from beginning to end.
"This shouldn't be happening..."
Cyril frowned. He remembered that time in this tomb was affected by Amon; once you stepped in, you would age rapidly. At the same time, the quietly burning candles on the lamp stands on the surrounding walls should have frozen time.
But now, both the flickering candlelight on the walls and the decaying corpses on the ground are telling him that the power that controlled time here has disappeared.
As he pondered, Klein's voice echoed in his ears:
"My divination indicates that there is still danger in the tomb, but it is not great."
"It's unlikely to be Amon, but it could also be that it interfered with my divination."
"I understand." Nodding slightly, Sirien turned to Steve, who had arrived with the collected extraordinary materials, and said:
"Go and scout the way."
Steve's face fell, but he quickly composed himself, forcing a pitiful expression onto his contorted face as he looked at Sirion and said:
"Kind master, if something unexpected happens, you will save me, won't you?"
Cyril nodded earnestly: "Of course, didn't I just rescue you from that picture frame?"
Steve, having received his promise, immediately changed his attitude:
"Your instructions are the direction I should take."
With that, it strode confidently across the main burial chamber.
After carefully looking around, it turned back to Sirien: "Master, there is no danger here."
Cyril nodded, then pointed to a framed painting next to the coffin and said:
"There's a picture frame over there, upside down. Go pick it up and take a look."
"Don't worry, there will be no danger. I've already performed a divination for you."
"Then I'll go."
Steve nodded with some doubt, then walked toward the coffin pivot in the center of the tomb.
Outside the tomb's entrance, in Cyril's ears, Klein's voice suddenly echoed:
When did you have your divination done?
Cyril opened his mouth, but said silently:
No, it was just a white lie to give them some confidence.
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After a moment of silence, Steve went to the coffin in the center of the tomb and picked up the picture frame that was upside down next to it. The picture frame contained a dark and gloomy illustration of a castle surrounded by dark clouds that obscured the sky and withered trees with twisted branches that had no leaves.
The moment Steve picked it up, the castle in the picture frame suddenly lit up with a dim yellow light, and many figures were reflected in the windows, making it look very lively.
Steve, who was holding the picture frame, suddenly froze. Then, a transparent figure separated from him and entered the picture frame.
Immediately afterwards, its body holding the picture frame faded and disappeared as quickly as oil paint being washed away with water.
Snapped!
The picture frame depicting the gloomy castle fell to the ground, but this time it was face up.
"Is this... a real 'ghost frame'?"
Cyril frowned; he seemed to know what the picture frame was.
As he turned his gaze to the picture frame, an irresistible and terrifying suction force emanated from the painting, attempting to pull his spirit out of his body.
The next second, the gray fog in front of him suddenly thickened, and a tall angel flew out from the gray fog.
It had twelve pairs of jet-black wings on its back and was clad in full black armor. Like a high and mighty emperor, it landed in front of Sirion, wrapping him up with its layers of wings and providing him with protection.
Then Cyril discovered that the terrifying suction force acting on his spirit body had disappeared.
No, it's more like it's been grafted onto some unknown place.
While the picture frame was ineffective against him, Cyril reached out and pulled a piece of black, lightless cloth from the air in front of him, covering the surface of the "ghost picture frame".
Having solved the problem of the "ghost picture frame," Sirion entered the tomb chamber and cautiously surveyed his surroundings.
He was puzzled as to why Amon had deliberately switched the positions of the "ghost frame" and the portrait that could steal time.
Moreover, he had not previously used the ability of that picture frame to steal time to affect himself.
...It can't be that the two Time Worms he left here just wanted to mess around because they found life too boring, right?
As his thoughts wandered, Klein's voice suddenly echoed in his ears:
"What are you thinking? Aren't you going to rescue your subordinate who got sucked into the painting?"
Cyril glanced at the "ghost frame" covered by the "black curtain," and shook his head slowly, saying:
"Don't worry, it's a magical item, a kind of spirit within the painting. Being pulled into the 'ghost frame' is like coming home. Maybe the painting will even be conquered by it."
He paused, then pointed to the framed painting that was placed upside down at the entrance of the tomb chamber:
"The positions of these two paintings have been switched. Amon probably did it on purpose, but I can't figure out why he did it."
"Was it simply that they didn't want me to take away the stolen time from the picture frame, and wanted to play a prank, or did they secretly plant a conspiracy where I wasn't looking?"
Above the gray fog, Klein pondered before replying:
"It's also possible that both are true."
"If Amon has planted the seeds of a conspiracy, I think it's most likely in these two switched paintings. What do you plan to do with them?"
Cyril rested his right hand on his chin, gently rubbing his thumb together, and said thoughtfully:
"Donate to the church?"
"It feels a bit timid, and also a bit wasteful."
"Hmm...I've got it! I can give them to a friend of Amon's who knows them very well!"
Moreover, Klein asked with obvious curiosity:
"Do you know Adam, Amon's friend?"
"Of course not, that would be so boring." Cyril shook his head and didn't explain.
He then looked at the coffin in the very center and muttered to himself:
"It's a pity there weren't any dead Time Worms, otherwise we could have put them in and erected a monument for Amon."
Klein, who was observing this place from above the gray fog, remained silent for several seconds before uttering a sentence:
"You...have a lot of ideas."
Cyril nodded happily, accepting his praise.
He then glanced at the empty tomb chamber and sighed:
"It's a pity that Amon took all the most valuable extraordinary properties and magical items. All I can take is the coffin he left behind, which may be useful to him in the future."