Volume 2 Amber Chapter 101: Spade Pretends to be Dead

Chen Lun had already been on guard based on the divination's predictions .

When he saw the other party waiting for him here, he was basically certain in his heart that the other party did not want to trade with him at all, but was using that extraordinary knowledge as bait to lure him over and then kill him.

【Eye of Life】!

Chen Lun narrowed his eyes and looked directly at Mollymo not far away.

【Judgment successful! 】

[You get the following information——]

Name: Mollymore

Position: President of the Amber City History and Ritual Association, Professor of History at Hypericum Girls' School

Race: Human (Eastern Continent)

Template: Elite (basic LV20, attribute growth increase)

Level: 58

Health: 1200/1200

Stamina: 600/600

Sanity: 30/30

Main Occupation: [Sequence 9 - Tomb Robber LV10 (MAX)] [Sequence 8 - Historian LV20 (MAX)] [Sequence 7 - Alchemist LV8] (Earth Faction)

Attributes: Strength 27, Dexterity 31, Endurance 55, Intelligence 48, Faith 34

Special attributes: Charisma 11, Willpower 20, Insight 16, Luck 10

Skills: Earth affinity LVMAX, Underground walking LVMAX, Historical retracing LVMAX, Borrowing the past LVMAX, Alchemy LV3, Alchemy LV2, --

Power: 204

[Danger Level: High]

[Favorability: Disgust]

[Comment: Be careful of this guy's hidden abilities. No one knows whose history he has stolen from! There is no mouse that doesn't steal, and there is no alchemist who doesn't lose bottles! Also be careful of his potions! ]

“【Sequence 7】…Elite Template?”

Chen Lun frowned secretly.

No wonder I didn’t notice the extraordinary fluctuations in him at the black market at the port before. The other party was two sequences higher than me at that time and had already entered the middle sequence stage.

"But...I seem to have underestimated my own strength."

He dropped his eyes.

I have an advantage that NPC doesn't have, and that is the panel.

I can add some, you can't.

This is the player's advantage, but it is inherited by the NPC himself.

At the same time, my own growth rate is far beyond that of the players, which has led to the current situation.

Even if the opponent has an elite template and naturally grows faster than ordinary NPCs, he is still not as good as himself. With accumulation and future promotions, he will only become stronger and stronger, and finally widen the gap with his peers and become comparable to a higher sequence.

The signs are already showing.

His panel attributes had unknowingly surpassed most low-sequence ones, and were comparable to those of mid-sequence transcendents. With the trump card in his hand, the outcome of his fight with Mollymo would only be known after a real fight.

"Is this the extraordinary power of the [Fate Faction]...?"

Mollymer frowned.

After being glanced at by Chen Lun just now, he felt like he was seen through.

This feeling made him extremely uncomfortable.

Wow——

The sound of pages turning could be heard.

I saw an illusory shadow flashing in Mollymo's eyes, and finally fixed on an old man in a white robe.

"Die! Spade!"

boom!!

Mollymer radiated heat all over his body, and invisible air currents gushed out from under his feet, blowing his clothes and hair upwards.

I saw him breaking through the air with a bang, leaving a wave of air.

Woo——!!

He threw a punch, and a high-temperature flame suddenly came out of his fist.

The air around them stagnated and was distorted by the burning.

Bang!!

A silver light flashed by and hit Mollymo's wrist, deflecting his attack, and his fist passed by Chen Lun's side.

The heat wave lifted Chen Lun's black hair, curling the ends of his hair.

“The power of the sun. This is [Sequence 7 - Ascetic]…”

Chen Lun said secretly.

boom--!

Mollymore took advantage of the tilt of his body, turned around, raised his legs, and brought down his heels like a war hammer.

Chen Lun raised the silver cane, opened it with a bang, and instantly turned it into a round shield.

Bang! !

Mollymer's heavy kick hit the silver shield, and the tail sound trembled in the loud noise.

The silver shield retracted and folded into a line, moving towards Mollymo's neck at a speed that was beyond the sight of ordinary people.

At this time!

Chen Lun, holding the silver sword, suddenly realized something.

His spiritual intuition told him that someone was lurking in the dark!

His mind was racing, and the strikes in his hands suddenly slowed down.

"too slow!!"

Mollymer shouted.

Wow...

His figure was illusive and appeared at the same place as a second ago, narrowly avoiding the silver sword.

He raised his hand and punched Chen Lun in the abdomen.

With a dull thud, Chen Lun vomited blood and retreated violently, stumbling a few steps before falling to the ground. The silver cane slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground with two clangs.

From a perspective that Mollymo could not see, the dark golden scales and black bone armor on Chen Lun’s chest and abdomen intertwined and flowed , and finally slowly dissipated.

Step... step...

Mollymo walked slowly towards them, his footsteps making a hissing sound on the floor and emitting green smoke.

“It’s rare for a [Sequence 8] to persist for this long.”

He said coldly.

When he bent down to pick up Chen Lun's silver cane, a shrill scream was heard.

Wow...

Between the sound of pages turning, Mollymo's shadow disappeared and reappeared at the position a few seconds ago. A black light wave penetrated his original shadow and disappeared at the same time.

Mollymo turned his head and saw four figures standing by, looking at him quietly.

"Black Skull...?"

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Roderick, special agent at the Amber City Shelter."

The man in black with a high collar was holding a head in his hand and threw it away. He was an old man with white hair and beard.

"Mr. 'Knowledge' thought he was very smart, but he was shot to death when he went out...

I have to say that the extraordinary people of the [Magic Faction] are quite skilled. Several of my investigators have been turned into stone."

Mollymo said nothing and looked at him coldly.

Who would have thought that the leader of the mysterious society would actually be the boss of the shelter? All this was just his plan, gaining access to the members' information and intelligence, waiting for the opportunity to catch them all in one fell swoop.

The civet cat had already taken off his mask. The short-haired woman held a revolver in one hand and a limp hammer in the other. The latter had a pale face and indifferent eyes, and was obviously severely injured and had lost the power to resist.

The last one was wearing a dark red cloak, and Mollymore was most familiar with him.

Bishop Newman of Red Apple Church in Amber.

"I didn't expect the shelter to join forces with the Red Apple Church just to eliminate the branch of the 'History and Ritual Association' here?"

Mollymore asked slowly.

"You bunch of disgusting dead rats, do you need to ask others for what you have done?"

Newman grinned.

"The tomb of the Archbishop of my church was robbed. Lord Rafa was furious and used divine magic to predict that the tomb robbers were from the History and Ritual Association, hiding in Amber City.

Molimo, if you hand over the criminal, I can spare your life and let you repent in front of the statue of Lady Rose for fifty years."

Mollymer frowned.

He simply ignored the second half of the other party's words. Although he had heard about this incident, he didn't know who the perpetrator was.

Could it be done by members of other branches?

He suddenly thought of someone, but he couldn't be sure.

"It seems that you have been planning this for a long time... The shelter suppressed the wild supernaturals, and joined forces with the Red Apple Church to eliminate our 'History and Ritual Association', and everyone was happy."

Mollymer sneered.

"Stop talking nonsense! Mollymore!"

Newman roared.

"Since you choose to protect your accomplice, I will bring you before Lord Rafa and let him interrogate you personally!"

The next second, the red robe rose up.

Bishop Newman swooped down like a hawk.

The phantoms in Mollymo's eyes began to flip, and he was ready to take action.

Suddenly a whistle sounded in my ears!

call out--!

Mollymo was stunned.

Spade, who had been "dead" at his feet, suddenly jumped up, and the silver cane turned into a sword, slashing across his waist.

The silver light cut through clothes and scratched the skin.