Chapter 315 Puppet

"Okay, let's get started."

A familiar voice suddenly sounded in Lei Yin's ears.

He nodded and rushed into the sky.

The thunderclouds in the sky began to roll, and lightning snakes swam between the clouds.

The thunder element began to riot, and endless silver light surged.

At this moment, the entire sky above the Night City was illuminated by a silver-white light with a slight blue glow.

The thunderclouds in the sky were no longer thunderclouds, but a sea of ​​thunder and lightning.

Lei Yin was in this sea of ​​thunder, with his arms open, bathing in lightning.

He was like the master of thunder and lightning, and every breath and every movement made the thunder element follow.

"There's still a little more..."

Amon smiled and waved his hand, and a crystal flashing with thunder light shot out from an unknown valley surrounded by clouds and mist, where a large number of Thunder Hell Vine grew.

His clone had long discovered this valley with too much thunder element, but he had never been able to find any clues about the throne. It was not until he successfully ascended that he accurately locked the position of the throne that was almost dissipated.

This was the throne left by the ancient Thunder God when he died on Douluo Star. It was severely damaged and on the verge of disappearing. It even lost the power to call Lei Yin, the qualified person.

Lei Yin's ears rang with faint calls. As time went by, these calls became clearer. This time, he could hear more clearly that countless people called him "Thunder God" with different degrees of piety.

With the damaged throne left by the ancient Thunder God, it became much easier for Lei Yin to ascend to the realm of God.

For him, the most troublesome thing was the embodiment of the concept. The incomplete throne was incomplete due to lack of faith. The two complemented each other.

The thunderclouds that never dissipated over the night capital dissipated, leaving only Lei Yin standing in the air, with lightning lingering on his body. Although the light was not actually bright, the sense of brilliance he gave people at this moment even overshadowed the sun.

A thin young man wearing a pointed hat and a classical black robe suddenly appeared beside him.

Lei Yin took a deep breath, calmed down the joy of reaching the divine realm, and asked in a low voice: "Where is my sister? You said she is not dead... where is she?"

"Here." The figure of "Yan Jin" wearing a red dress and a monocle on his right eye was quickly outlined and condensed in the void, and finally took shape.

"What do you mean?" Lei Yin's voice was slightly cold.

This is different from the past when Amon parasitized and used their bodies. At that time, when they lent their bodies to Amon, their consciousness was still active and under their control, and they could take back control at any time.

But now Yan Jin is obviously not the case... At this moment, her body is completely occupied by Amon and her soul is controlled!

Amon opened his mouth and showed a slightly mocking smile:

"Isn't the answer obvious? I trained her and sent her to the realm of gods just for such a puppet of the realm of gods..."

Lei Yin's eyes were full of electricity, and he turned into a lightning and rushed towards Amon.

Amon pinched his monocle, and the space was disordered. This short distance seemed like an insurmountable gap. No matter how hard Lei Yin tried, he couldn't cross it.

He snapped his fingers, and the power of "fooling" was activated. Lei Yin froze in place, his eyes became dull, and his body became relaxed.

Only the fluctuations of divine thoughts that flashed from time to time showed that he was struggling hard. But under the suppression of Amon's "fooling" power, Lei Yin's resistance was minimal.

Amon stretched out his right hand to him, made a grasping motion, and stole his last thought of resistance. Lei Yin was completely motionless, with his head drooping, like a puppet.

Amon's monocle shone with pure light, and a small bug with twelve rings and star-like colors sank into Lei Yin's body.

After Lei Yin became a god, the "worm of time" that was originally buried in his body was no longer useful, and a more powerful and higher-level "worm of time" was needed to control him.

Lei Yin's lowered head suddenly raised up again, took out a pair of crystal-textured monocles, and embedded them in his right eye socket. He was also deeply parasitized.

Romil didn't know when he had stood on the top of the tallest building in the palace. He watched Lei Yin being "fooled" and watched him put on the monocle, and "tsk":

"Captain, you won't want to turn me into that half-dead state next, right?

"You are so ruthless. Yan Jin and Lei Yin trusted you so much at the beginning. "

Romil shook his head, as if sighing for Yanjin and Leiyin.

Amon smiled at him, ignoring the mean and annoying expression on his face, and responded:

"There is no need to control you... You are not even qualified to be taken seriously by those people."

Romil shrugged.

...

In the dark and desolate land, Bibi Dong stood on the altar, and the purple magic patterns on her body glowed with a faint light.

The negative emotions such as fear, resentment, and hatred that continued to gather together formed a purple-black armor on her body.

Her pupils were red and her eyeballs were gray, revealing hideousness and evil.

Soon, the armor on her body faded, revealing a gorgeous dress.

Bibi Dong showed a crazy smile on her face.

However, her smile did not last long and suddenly froze. She widened her eyes and looked blankly ahead, a little at a loss.

Her position of the god was gone!

At the moment when she just became a god, the position of the god disappeared without a trace, as if... it was stolen.

"Who is it? Damn it, Amon... is it you?" Bibi Dong asked angrily into the deserted air.

"Ha..." A chuckle came from her ears.

"Since you guessed it was me, you shouldn't reveal it at this time. Pretending not to notice is the best choice...

"Can't you think carefully with that rusty head? Since I can quietly steal your throne and make you fall off the altar, then my strength must be much stronger than you...

"You said it so directly, aren't you afraid of causing a bigger conflict and letting me kill you directly?

"Even if I was in a bad state and my things were stolen, I could only swallow my anger." Amon muttered softly.

Bibi Dong looked ugly. For existences like the first-generation Poseidon and Shura God, the divine position may be a drag, a burden and an obstacle, but for the newly promoted Bibi Dong, it is indispensable.

Without the divine position, she could not even maintain the realm of a god!

She took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, and forced herself to stabilize:

"What do you want?"

"I'm just kidding you." Amon spread his hands, said with a smile, and then returned the throne.

Bibi Dong's aura rose again, reaching the realm of gods.

Then it fell sharply again...

Amon stole her throne again!

Up, down...

Up, down...

After going back and forth like this, after several ups and downs, Bibi Dong opened her mouth expressionlessly and said:

"You kill me..."

"Can't stand it so soon? Why don't you try to resist?" Amon said jokingly.

Bibi Dong glanced at him, still unmoved, and said with a dull expression:

"You kill me."

"I can stop stealing your throne. Why don't you try to resist? Let's play a game..." Amon showed an interesting expression.

"You kill me..."

Bibi Dong had no interest in playing games with Amon at all, she just wanted to be an emotionless repeater.

Amon "tsk", the smile on his face faded slightly, and he seemed to have lost interest.

A fierce light flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes, and the Rakshasa Demon Scythe suddenly appeared in her hand, swinging towards Amon's head.

Although Amon is powerful now, he is only on the same level as Douluo's gods, but his power is more weird and difficult to deal with.

It is much more difficult to directly steal someone else's godhood than to kill them. The reason why he was able to do this was because Bibi Dong had just become a god, his faith was not strong enough, and his connection with the godhood was not close enough.

Bibi Dong also discovered this. She made a gesture of non-resistance in order to make Amon relax his vigilance, and at the same time stabilize his divine position and strengthen the connection.

Amon's figure flashed and appeared in the distance.

He stretched out his hand to grab Bibi Dong again. Bibi Dong, who was on guard, kept her mind and concentrated as much as possible on communicating with the God and establishing a close connection between herself and the God.

This time, Amon didn't steal anything.

He was not disappointed either. He smiled and activated the power of "fooling" to make Bibi Dong become sluggish.

Then he took this opportunity to invade her body.

…

In the Wuhun Palace, after Amon released the power of time from suppressing Qian Renxue's wounds, she immediately treated her injuries and then began to accept the ninth test of the Angel God Examination.

They passed through the statue of the Angel God in the Elder's Hall and came to the void where the Angel Temple was located.

At Qian Daoliu's prompt, Qian Renxue scratched the fingers of her right hand with her thumbnail and held the dim sword in front of the statue of the angel god.

The round translucent gem in the center of the long sword's hilt glowed, eagerly absorbing Qian Renxue's blood.

The gem brightened, and the golden light spread, rendering the entire long sword golden.

Due to excessive blood loss, Qian Renxue's face flashed pale, her body swayed, and a sense of weakness emerged.

Qian Daoliu had a fiery and kind look in his eyes:

"Xue'er, this is your last hurdle. Remember, no matter how much pain you endure, you must persevere."

He suddenly ignited himself, and the raging golden flame burned blazingly.

Under the illumination of the fire, the divine patterns engraved on the roofs and pillars of the entire Angel Temple seemed to come alive. The golden light flowed, revealing an unspeakable holiness.

"Grandpa, what's going on?" Qian Renxue looked at Qian Daoliu's abnormally strong aura with panic in her eyes.

The smile on Qian Daoliu's face remained unchanged: "This is the price. I am very happy to be able to pave the way for you... Xue'er, you are my pride."

Qian Daoliu's body dissipated in the firelight, and Qian Renxue's consciousness entered the illusion of the angel god's inheritance.

…

At the end of the inheritance, Qian Renxue's body surged with powerful fluctuations. She felt that her whole body was full of power. It was a completely different level of power from Titled Douluo. It was the difference between gods and mortals!

Her consciousness left the illusion, and she slowly opened her eyes. On her face, there was both sadness for Qian Daoliu and joy that she had successfully inherited the angelic status.

"Grandpa, don't worry, I will fulfill your last wish and let the power of angels bloom in the world."

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Amon looking at her with a smile.

Before she could react, a crystal-like monocle was embedded in her eye socket.

Starlight appeared in her eyes, and her consciousness was completely suppressed.

"Qian Renxue" pinched her monocle and stared at the sky.