Chapter 129: Hunting

"Disperse." Chumen's voice spread out, then turned into reality; all the Witches turned into ashes, and specks of spiritual light condensed from the ashes—those were the precipitated Beyonder Characteristics.

Dream achieves reality. Chumen's utilization of this Authority had also become very proficient.

"Cheek..." Chumen looked at Cheek, who was nearing madness, "I actually don't mind cleaning up a future evil god."

Chumen's gaze fell, and "Illusion Dream" completely pulled Cheek's avatar into a dream.

It was merely an avatar approaching Sequence 1; if Chumen were serious, such an avatar would not even be able to withstand a single glance from him.

Relying on the connection between Cheek's avatar and her true body, Chumen raised his hand and drew a door in the void.

This door would lead to the location of Cheek's true body.

But just before Chumen was about to step into that door, he suddenly looked up at the Cheek avatar that had fallen into the "Illusion Dream."

At this moment, the eyes of the Cheek avatar no longer held the haziness of being deep in a dream.

Chumen stopped his steps and looked at Cheek, tilting his head slightly, and chuckled, "This is the first time an Angel has been able to break free from my 'Illusion Dream'."

Since the first "Illusion Dream" took shape, Badehaier, Salinger, and even Leodero, who was already a True God, had all been deeply trapped within it, unable to extricate themselves.

But now, it just so happened that a Sequence 1 "Doomsday Witch" had succeeded in breaking free.

"I really want you so much..."

Cheek's charming face carried a certain radiance; having broken free from the "Illusion Dream," she had no intention of fleeing, still looking at the Dream with infatuation.

"Which Source Quality did you latch onto?" Chumen sensed for a moment and finally confirmed that he could not find Cheek's location through this avatar.

When Chumen used the Authorities of "Imagination" and "Creation" to probe her, something with an extremely high status cut off the sensing of the Dream Phosphor's power, causing the "Illusion Dream" to fail.

And things capable of cutting off the power of "Illusion Dream" were not simple; their status would not be lower than the Dream Book.

This was an accident Chumen had not anticipated.

And this was likely another reason why Adam had conducted the transaction with Chumen.

Adam knew his attitude toward Source Quality, which was why the current situation existed.

"It is not as good as you," Cheek looked at Chumen and said earnestly.

"..." Chumen's mouth twitched, "Thank you."

This sudden approval was truly inexplicable.

"You want to kill me?" Cheek suddenly tilted her head, revealing a faint smile, "Coincidentally, I also want to eat you; we really are..."

"Shut up!" Chumen gave a light shout, intending to keep his purity in the world.

Then the power of this sentence surged, causing Cheek's avatar to begin to collapse, and the power attached to it was forcibly purged.

"... We will meet again," Cheek did not care, her gaze fixed tightly on Chumen, never wavering in the slightest, "in a more equal way."

Chumen did not want to listen any further; he waved his hand and completely scattered Cheek's avatar, returning it to nothingness.

This earliest base of the Witch Sect also completely collapsed, turning into ashes.

This Witch Sect, which had only been established for a few years, was wiped out by the Dream it worshipped.

Chumen stood where he was, suddenly having the urge to look up and sigh, "What a sin..."

Wearing a classical mage robe, Amon sat on a giant square stone, while below, the citizens driven by Solomon were pushing the stone to build the mausoleum needed for the "Black Emperor" ritual.

"Zoroast..." Amon gently pinched the Monocle on his eye without using Beyonder powers; this was a trial, but Adam had already cleared almost all obstacles for him.

Amon successfully snuck into this mausoleum and arrived at a room inside, which would be the hunting ground.

"A family-internal mutual devouring incident of extremely vile nature occurred in the Zaratul Family; Zaratul had to rush back to the family to handle it, and the one who will replace him here will be Zoroast."

Amon sat leisurely in this room prepared for Zoroast, waiting for the prey to deliver itself to his door.

Adam's script was simple enough that there was almost no possibility of it being discovered by Angels or gods other than Dream.

Even if it were discovered, given Amon's strength, he would have enough time to eat this "Worm of Time" and then walk away.

In the Third Epoch, Amon had always appeared as the second son of the Creator, and his own strength was manifested more in the "God of Pranks."

But under the radiance of the Creator, Amon's terror was still hidden.

As the sun set and evening arrived, Zoroast finally pushed open the door to this room and saw the person sitting on the sofa; his body gradually stiffened, and a chill went from head to toe, freezing his thoughts.

Amon straightened the Monocle on his right eye, revealing a playful smile.

"Surprised? Unexpected?"

"This is the first joint effort between the eldest and second sons of the Creator; being able to fall under such enemies is already a decent ending for you."

"No need to wait; the Black Emperor has gone to another mausoleum, Zaratul is still handling family affairs, and Medici and Ouroboros have already returned to the True God's God's Kingdom."

"And the Dream you met before... have you forgotten? He is my teacher!"

Amon's Godhood ravings echoed in Zoroast's mind with a certain terrifying implication, like waves crashing against his sanity.

Amon's words were a mix of truth and lies, making Zoroast unable to judge for a moment, but Zoroast still made the most correct response at the first opportunity.

Do not forget, he was also a "Worm of Time."

His body suddenly expanded, emitting rays of clear and pure light, and his body surface constantly flickered with faint light—that was the light and shadow signifying the passage of time.

Time was accelerating, and Zoroast's body was Virtualizing and retreating; when facing this second son of the Creator, his first thought was to escape this battlefield.

Amon had set up many "Worm of Time" on the door; when stepping into this door, these "Worm of Time" transferred onto him, causing his state to be greatly affected.

Most importantly, in front of Amon, he was greatly suppressed.

Amon watched Zoroast's resistance with great interest, timely raising his hand to push his Monocle.

Clang!

A distant and illusory bell toll rang out in this mausoleum, and everyone had a feeling of time being disordered.

The bell toll seemed to have traveled through the long history, making everything around it become Slow.

In mid-air, above the mausoleum, appeared a giant wall clock carved from stone; it was ancient and mottled, its surface divided by gray-white and cyan-black.

On the wall clock were three hands, one long, one medium, and one short, composed of "Worm of Time" full of a sense of vicissitudes.

This was similar to the clock that once stepped under the feet of the Ancient Sun God; it was the power of the Error Unique.

Clang!

The bell toll came again, the hands began to turn, the power of time gushed forth, time became Slow, and Zoroast's retreating movement was slowed to a certain degree.

When wielding abilities of the same domain, Zoroast was completely countered by Amon.