Chapter 223: Timeless [3]

Chapter 223: Timeless [3]



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"STOP! LOOK HERE!" One of the members shouted, garnering Arthur's attention.

Looking toward him, Arthur saw the member extending his arm toward a group of patients.

They were all gagged and roped, with tears leaking out of their eyes as they were thrown helplessly into a corner.

"MOVE AND I'LL BURN THEM ALL!" The member shouted as his extended arm suddenly caught fire.

Arthur looked at him with a calm and collected gaze, his eyes momentarily flickering towards the patients.

Then, a maniacal mad smile spread on his lips as he stepped forward.

"Go ahead, do it." His monocle reflected the faint light of the fire. Sweat trickled down the member's panicked face now.

"I-I'll really burn them all down. Y-you don't want that to happen do you?"

But Arthur didn't listen as he stepped forward, his smile spreading wider.

The member finally lost it and launched a flaming ball toward the patients.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

But as soon as he released it from his arm, the ball suddenly became caught in a circular barrier.

A golden strip circulated like a ring around the transparent golden barrier with Roman black numbers engraved on it.

It was the same move that Arthur had displayed in the Slave Center.

The member's eyes widened as his attack was caught, his face instantly turning to find Arthur not there anymore.

And then, he felt a sharp force from behind as his hair was grabbed by Arthur.

"You shouldn't stand too close to clovists, the first rule of fights," Arthur said cockingly.

And then, Arthur grabbed his head, pulling it as it was torn off his body.

A shower of blood sprayed in the air as the members and patients around him were bathed in blood.

The ring strip running around the barrier also suddenly spun at an insane speed.

It caused the fireball inside to suddenly start getting smaller before it eventually disappeared. Arthur grinned as he kicked the headless body into the wall, ignoring the patients.

He walked towards the remaining two shivering members as they watched him, covered in blood.

His golden eye shone through his bloody monocle, sending the fear of death into them. "N-n-n-no pl-p-please, I don't want to die!" One of them turned his back, running off. The last member followed as well, starting to run towards the stairs.

But just as they took three steps, two flaming black daggers cut through the air.

They cleanly cut through the member's necks, sending their heads flying before disappearing as well.

It didn't even take a second. One moment, they were intact and then, they were sent flying.

The speed of the daggers was so fast.

It was one of Arthur's council seats.

Their headless bodies slumped to the ground as well, leaving the floor silent.

Arthur's grin finally disappeared, returning his face to a neutral cold expression.

He gave a momentary glance to the patients who were shivering traumatizingly in the corner. Then, he turned sharply, his bloody coat flapping in the air, ignoring the member's bodies as well.

All of the 6 members were mid to high 3rd order/tier clovists and armentists.

Yet, Arthur had taken care of them like they were toys to him. Trash to just clear up.

His cane tapped against the cold hard ground as he walked on the floor.

Eventually, he found another staircase.

It led to the floor below.

It was the last staircase he would see as the floor below was the lowest floor.

Arthur took a step down, but as he did, the stair-stepped in a little.

A mechanical voice rang out on the floor as if clogs were spinning.

And then, multiple piercing sounds were heard in the air as Arthur remained completely motionless.

In the next moment....

SHEENG! SHING! SHIING! SHUNG! THUNG!

A barrage of spears, swords, arrows, and daggers launched at Arthur from various directions.

But just like previously, all of them were stopped within a meter of him.

Their forms vibrated in the air as if they were struggling against something.

But like he had said before, it was Arthur's ability.

But...

There was a clear difference that gave the illusion and real one away now.

The one above....

He had no golden mana veins running through his body, making it clear that he was just an

illusion.

While the one below...

The kick phased through Amon's head, like the illusion it was.

At the same time, a clean piercing slash rang through the air was the daggers came near

Amon.

But the latter was prepared now as he his thighs and abdomen suddenly turned to smoke.

The daggers cleanly phased through his body, making the attacker's eyes widen.

It also left him momentarily guardless.

And that was also Amon's opportunity.

He grabbed his daggers with both hands, using [Void Touch] to its maximum.

Purple disintegrating cracks instantly spread throughout their forms and the illusionist realized what was happening.

He quickly tried to let himself free but was suddenly taken by surprise as threads looped

around his arms and legs.

They cut into his body while Amon unleashed a torrent of flames at his daggers, almost

breaking them down.

"NO!" The illusionist finally screamed as he unleashed a barrage of water tides, throwing Amon back.

But Amon didn't let him go.

Even though his flames and touch was disrupted...

He pulled at his threads with full force, also using them as a means of support.

And then...

SQUELCH! SNAP!

A fleshy sound rang out as a hand flew in the air, landing in the clean waves.

Blood started to stain the floor and water as the dead hand rested on the ground.

And at the same time, a shrieking scream rang out from the illusionist, realizing his hand was

cut.

Losing himself in his anger, he launched at Amon with his illusions.

And...

It wasn't one illusion this time.

illusions were launched at Amon.

However, Amon remained completely calm, fixing his gaze on all of them as they surrounded

him.

He could see through all of them.

A barrage of kicks and punches were thrown at him, with the real one mixed in them.

However...

Amon raised his scaly arm, clenching his fist.

And instantly, all of the illusions disappeared, leaving the real one behind him.

Amon immediately turn, his arm launching forward as he grabbed the illusionist's head.

The latter started to struggle under Amon's tight grip.

But Amon remained motionless in his spot, his cold eyes fixated on the illusionist.

"[Void Flames]." His indifferent voice echoed.

And then, a torrent of flames engulfed his arm and the illusionist, lighting up the whole floor

in an amethyst glow.

And what occurred next was the constant screaming of the illusionist as his body was turned into a pile of ashes.