Chapter 117: Dream Fantasy Bubble

Boom!

The thunder was frantic and irritable; the oceans of the entire world were forming a storm that ravaged everything, and the sea waves churned and surged to the heavens.

All marine life was gathering, bowing their heads to Leodero.

At this moment, the Characteristics within Leodero completed their divine aggregation, and a true "Tyrant" appeared.

"Go!"

Leodero seemed to see the gazes of "Hanged Man" Sasriel and Chumen looking over; even after becoming a god, his subconscious reaction was to retreat.

Regardless of anything else, he had in fact betrayed the Creator and become an important link in the Creator's death.

And after the apotheosis ritual was completed, the qualitative change from the aggregation of Characteristics was not something he could suppress.

The final result was that he became a "Tyrant" and feasted on the Creator.

He... did not want to die yet.

Leodero transformed directly into lightning, his speed instantly reaching the speed of light, disappearing in the blink of an eye from the core battlefield—if not for the Outer Gods outside the Barrier, he might have run even further.

Herabogen and Osekus displayed the same behavior; both had mastered all Characteristics and the Unique of their respective Pathways, similar to Amanises, who had killed the Destruction Demon Wolf back then.

They simultaneously chose to conceptualize; Herabogen transformed into a brass-colored eye, gradually fading, while Osekus's body melted, becoming a part of the sunlight.

Chumen did not know what Sasriel was thinking, but at this very moment, he did not want to let them escape easily.

"Illusion Dream." A very simple power to pull people into a dream, yet it was an absolute control that even a True God could not resist.

They were deeply trapped in the dreams they had woven themselves, unable to extricate themselves; even gods had desires and fantasies.

The light stopped, knowledge reconverged, and the sunlight gained substance.

"This world needs enough True Gods."

A voice filled with rationality, or one could even say divinity, sounded in Chumen's mind.

It was Adam; His voice had no fluctuations, making the most rational choice.

After the Creator's death, the Outer Gods' erosion of Earth would deepen, and True Gods were the only ones who could resist them.

"Someone must die today; neither 'God' nor 'Mysteries' can keep Him." Chumen rejected Adam's proposal and casually threw out the Spear of Destiny.

This Spear of Destiny was forged from Dream, influenced by the aura of two Pillars, and had also assassinated the second-generation Creator, stained with His God's Blood; in terms of lethality, it had likely reached some kind of limit.

"Roar!" A sun smashed onto the earth, and Osekus, who was about to be pierced by the Spear of Destiny, woke up from the Illusion Dream.

A strong sense of crisis made the Characteristics within Him tremble; the portion of the "White Angel" Characteristic and the "Sun" Unique that had just entered His body were both vibrating violently.

If they had the vitality of life, they would surely express intense hatred toward this cruel world—they had already been stabbed by this broken spear twice in the same day!

When the crisis of death arrived, Osekus even forcibly blended the Characteristics within Him, wanting to make them complete a qualitative change and become a deity.

This path was also viable; after all, that was how Ancient Gods came to be. At worst, He would just be a bit crazier, which was acceptable.

He transformed into a true sun, emitting endless light and heat.

"Disperse!" Chumen's eyes reflected the image of the sun, but deeper within was that Dream Sea, the Dream Kingdom.

The next instant, the sun disappeared, replaced by a bubble that was similarly spherical but possessed more fairy-tale and dreamlike colors.

The sun's light and heat turned into five-colored shimmering light and mottled oil paint, spreading out across the clear spherical surface.

Snap!

Chumen snapped his fingers lightly, and this giant bubble turned into countless pearl-sized, colorful bubbles; these bubbles scattered with the wind and returned to the air.

This was called "Dream Fantasy Bubble."

The symbol representing the Authority of Reality was half illusory and half real; it was a contradictory entity, and its positive and negative applications were each different.

Those Angels and True Gods who were interpreting the Blasphemy Slate all unconsciously shifted their gazes to look at this battle filled with dreamlike colors.

This was very dreamlike...

Many Angels and True Gods felt shocked; a "Sun" that was in the process of ascending to godhood was defeated in this way, which transcended their understanding of Sequences.

Ssh!

The thrown Spear of Destiny successfully pierced through Osekus's chest.

Everything about this King of Angels who was about to ascend to godhood was being extinguished; Chumen had no interest in listening to the last words of a traitor.

Leodero might have been schemed against, Herabogen might have been waiting, but only Osekus had put it into practice, and colluding with the "Fallen Mother Goddess" was an even greater taboo.

"Come here." Chumen reached out and Steal everything from Osekus, including but not limited to Fate, identity, and Characteristics.

"I don't want that!" Two voices sounded in Chumen's mind, coming from Adam and the "Hanged Man."

The path they had set for themselves was to master Source Quality after becoming a god, and then accommodate the remaining Pathways.

"If you don't want them, then I do." Chumen directly pressed these Characteristics into the body of the current Dream Angel.

In this instant, the Dream Angel's body, under the power of the Authority of Reality, truly became a person, becoming real and substantial, inheriting Osekus's Fate, identity, and Characteristics, and becoming a "White Angel" about to ascend to godhood.

Because the "Illusion Dream" shattered, Leodero and Herabogen, who had woken up to see this scene, felt their hair stand on end and fled for their lives once again.

Only this time, Chumen did not make another move; he reached out to retrieve the Spear of Destiny and looked at the Blasphemy Slate floating in the air.

Hum!

The Blasphemy Slate shook gently, turning into a streak of light that fell into the hands of God's Eldest Son, Adam.

Adam also did not want this Blasphemy Slate to fall into the hands of Dream.

If that happened, He would completely lose the initiative, and might even need to give up everything after becoming a god to fulfill Sasriel.

Although they were one entity, there were ultimately some differences.

"Do not interfere in matters between us." Adam's voice sounded in Chumen's ears.

Chumen shook his head slightly, not showing anything.

He even wanted to seize Adam at this moment, but the struggle between humanity and divinity would also be an important part of Sasriel's future return as the Creator.

Once he interfered too much, it might cause the "God" will to reawaken.

A faint friction sound rang out; after glancing at Adam, Amanises directly used Concealment to leave, moving far away from this battlefield.

Also departing were those True Gods and Kings of Angels who had been most deeply involved in the assassination.

They had truly faced "God," and although they had ultimately succeeded in completing their goal, their mental states were not good, and they needed time to stabilize themselves.

Sasriel, who had already become the "True Creator," also nodded slightly to Chumen and submerged directly into the cross shrouded in Shadow behind him.

The various Angels also left the scene one after another, leaving only the Dream Angel behind.