Mystery: The whole good living master

Time Worm No. 3563 fled from the battlefield, and Time Worm No. 1 had no choice but to send its clone to parasitize Kottman in disgust, and then led Yan Amon Kottman to jump out of the hole in the cabin and catch up with the frightened Mu Fange.

The team became three Amons.

Mu Fange pointed at the parasitized Courtman and asked, "So what rank is he now?"

Time Worm No. 1 stroked his chin as if thinking: "It could be 1.872, or it could be 1.882. I forgot which one I sent out."

Although the decimals translated into Giant language sounded very strange, Mu Fange still understood it: as long as the decimals did not reach 2, all the decimals were considered as clones of Time Worm No. 1.

If I have a clone in the future, it will probably be Time Worm No. 3563.872...

"There are so many numbers..." Mu Fange rubbed his eyes; the sun in the sky was so bright that it hurt his eyes.

"Yeah, I also think I have too many Time Bugs... so annoying..."

“You don’t have to be so Versailles.” Mu Fan Ge thought of Mr. Pales, the Time Worm who was deceived by Mr. Fool. They were both Sequence One, so why was there such a big difference?

“It’s really hard to remember... there are so many Time Worms... and I can’t call each of them Amon, otherwise if I call out Amon, everyone will respond.” Time Worm No. 1 complained tiredly.

"Then why not give each Amon a name?" Mu Fangge helped to think of a solution.

“Isn’t that harder to remember than numbers?” Time Worm No. 1 looked at Mu Fange as if he were a fool.

If we really want to name each Amon, not only do we have to come up with tens of thousands of names, but we also have to remember tens of thousands of names and the Amon that corresponds to each name... Mu Fan Ge reacted and smiled awkwardly: "Okay... it seems so."

The original Amon is really pitiful. It must not be easy to distinguish so many Amons...

"And every Amon's self-perception is Amon. If Amon accepts a name other than Amon, he will easily lose control. We can only give Amon a middle name." Time Worm No. 1 seemed to have really thought seriously about the feasibility of Mu Fange's plan and also proposed an improvement plan.

Amon’s self-identification is really troublesome. Fortunately, I am the fake Amon, and my clone will not be Amon in the future, so I don’t need to think so much about it.

Mu Fange looked at Courtman. Maybe it was because of the Amon filter, the parasitized Courtman looked much more pleasing to the eye than before the parasitism.

"Um...So why is Courtman here?"

"Didn't you catch him?"

"I mean, what the hell was he doing on this damn ship in the first place?"

"How should I know? Who should I ask if you ask me?"

"Didn't you look through his memories?"

"I thought you turned over..."

"I can't even parasitize, how can I possibly retrieve memories!"

"Are you really Amon? Why are you so useless?" Time Worm No. 1 rolled his eyes at Mu Fange, and then directly asked the clone he sent out to check Kautman's memory.

"This is under the jurisdiction of Courtman. A team of Punishers reported that a ghost ship is about to be formed here..." It was much easier to retrieve memories after the parasitism. Time Worm No. 1 whispered a few words to her clone, then suddenly clapped her hands and jumped up, scaring Mu Fange as well.

"What are you doing?" Mu Fange rubbed his ears.

"I understand! He is here to deliver the ghost ship!" Time Worm No. 1 pointed in the direction behind him, "That is a ghost ship, a ghost ship that is about to be formed!"

"Ghost ship?" Mu Fange's eyes lit up, as he had never seen a real ghost ship.

The two Amons made eye contact, and without any words, they understood each other and turned around to return the same way.

The two Amons returned to the ship again. There was no rudder on the deck of the ship. After searching around, they found that the rudder was hidden in a triangular cabin under the deck.

Mu Fangge could feel that the ghost ship was afraid of him, or afraid of Courtman, or afraid of Time Worm No. 1.

"Ghost ship... Maybe we can use this ghost ship to capture the container of God's descent." Mu Fangge grabbed the round wheel-shaped rudder.

"How do you want to catch it? The Traveler's Gate of Sequence Four cannot catch Sequence One." Time Worm No. 1 seemed even more curious than before, touching left and looking right.

"Close your eyes first." Time Worm No. 1 closed his eyes obediently. Mu Fange took out the moon fragment and pressed it on the center of the rudder - the ghost ship should indeed be afraid, whether it is Mu Fange or Amon.

The moon fragments automatically embedded themselves in the center of the rudder, and then light blue fluid material slowly precipitated out and gradually merged into the ghost ship from the rudder, making the entire ghost ship unstable, as if it had turned into a phantom in the spirit world, looking very unreal.

The light brown hull, which had been bleached by the sea water, gradually turned into a slate-like blue-gray color, emitting a faint blue-green fluorescence.

Mu Fange rubbed his eyes. The activated love potion seemed to be sensing the moon fragments. From this perspective, the pollution from the starry sky was almost materialized, like ink dripping into clear water, slowly transforming this ghost ship.

Mu Fange controlled the moon fragments to sink into the rudder, and then let Time Bug No. 1 open its eyes.

"I plan to use the ghost ship to form a confined space, then get the God's descent container onto the ship, and then use the ship as a springboard to teleport directly to the God-forsaken Land."

"How do you plan to teleport such a large ship?" Time Worm No. 1 measured the size of the ship with his footsteps.

Mu Fange waved his arms and thought: "Open the door? The Traveler's Gate, open it in advance, and start the transmission as soon as the God's descent container comes up."

"Maybe it's feasible..." Time Worm No. 1 knocked on the keel of the ghost ship and nodded in approval. "But speaking of it, if we want to capture the God's Container that is being sent by God, the strength of God must be above Sequence when it descends, right? Are you sure the two of us can handle it?"

"I have my own way to deal with him..." Mu Fan Ge rubbed his hands, then stopped: "Do you have a way to control Sequence One?"

Time Worm No. 1 nodded, took out tools from the space in her monocle, stepped forward and drew a small cup of Courtman's blood, then used a feather pen dipped in blue blood to draw lines in the air on the ground.

After drawing a cabin, Time Worm No. 1 felt tired and ordered Mu Fange to write ancient Hermetic words in the gaps between the lines.

Mu Fange spread his hands, indicating that he could not write ancient Hermetic words.

Time Worm No. 1 glared and asked Mu Fange to go to the next room to draw circles while she herself wrote the ancient Hermetic words.

Mu Fan Ge watched as small cups of blue blood turned into more and more slender and soft blue lines in the hands of Time Worm No. 1. He could not help but glanced guiltily at the "Cardinal" who could not speak or move, and could not even go into incompetent rage. He was a little worried that Courtman would be drained dry...

Time Worm No. 1 noticed Mu Fange's gaze, and tilted his mouth to deliberately mock Courtman, who was still Amon: "Although the blood is yours and the ship was originally yours, the ghost ship is now Amon's~"

Mu Fangge's face twisted when he saw this scumbag Amon mocking his clone.

The 1-Time Worm asked casually: "How do you plan to deal with Him?"

"Let's make a bet..." Mu Fange put down the feather pen, stretched out a finger, drew an arc on his chest, and then drew a diagonal line.

Time Worm No. 1 finished writing the last word of the ancient Hermetic language that formed the "array" and raised his head: "What bet?"

Mu Fange licked his lower lip, then grinned: "Let's bet on whether he dares to fight the Gou San family in close combat..."