Chapter 130: Bethel

The contest between the two "Worms of Time" was simple enough, the outcome decided in an instant.

Of course, it was also because Zoroast judged that he had no chance of winning and chose to flee.

"You cannot escape." The giant wall clock hanging in mid-air transformed into the giant figure of Amon.

He lowered his head to look at Zoroast, who was frantically stealing distance and releasing "Accumulation," and lightly raised his right hand to adjust his Monocle.

The abilities Zoroast could steal and store were at most at the level of a King of Angels, a "Distortion" bestowed by Solomon, the "Black Emperor."

He distorted time to break free from Amon's time-slowing effect, but as the second son of the Creator, the abilities Amon could steal and store were terrifying.

"Fallen!" A dim light flashed across the Monocle; this was a "Holy Word" from Sasriel, and another will seemed to appear within Zoroast's body, interfering with his escape.

Zoroast pressed his palm against his forehead just in time.

"Deception!"

The newly born will within his body immediately had its stance altered and turned to help him steal.

But this also required time, and that was exactly what he lacked most right now.

Almost simultaneously, Amon's gaze fell upon Zoroast's hand, and he also used "Deception."

He "deceived" Zoroast's "Deception."

This maneuver was extremely bizarre, leaving Zoroast, one of the strongest "Marauders," stunned and unable to comprehend it.

"Tsk," Amon provoked, just like Medici, "Too stupid, how dare you 'deceive' in front of me?"

Zoroast realized instantly that under the suppression of the Unique status, Amon's "Deception" had a higher priority than his own.

He turned to use "Pacify," stolen from other Dragons, to suppress the will within his body, and even released all the abilities he had stolen, hoping to make the environment more chaotic to seize a "Loophole" and slip away.

However, it was already too late.

"Purification!" A beam of light rose up; it was the Three Days of Light from the Creator Kingdom that Amon had stolen.

This had originally been one of Amon's not-so-successful pranks, where he had used his status to steal the Three Days of Light from the Creator Kingdom.

Because of this prank, he had even been locked in the Fairy Tale Castle by Sasriel for three years—for the most powerful trickster and thief, this was the best punishment.

The light of these three days transformed into an intense Purification Light, turning into a pillar of light that slammed into the slightly slowed Zoroast.

It is not just the "Ancient Scholar" of the "Fool" pathway, nor just the "Recorder" of the "Door" pathway; even the "Marauder" of the "Error" pathway depends on connections.

Zoroast's expression froze there; such intense "Purification" was almost equivalent to a strike from a True God, and he was completely unable to resist.

"... Family... 'Worm of Time' Characteristic..." Zoroast could only raise these two fragmented thoughts before all his ideas were thoroughly purified.

Amidst the gradually fading pillar of light, a crystal pillar formed from light and shadow condensed, with many twelve-segmented "Worms of Time" swimming and wandering rapidly inside.

"Aggregate!" Amon's lips curled into a smile, forcibly aggregating all the Characteristics by relying on his status.

Yet, these Characteristics, which clearly pointed toward Amon, flew in another direction; the area in front, behind, left, right, above, and below seemed to fall into chaos, suffering a powerful Distortion.

"Hmm?" The smile on Amon's lips faded slightly as he looked further away, "Solomon? No, it's you, Bethel."

In the void, illusory gates were opened one after another, and Solomon walked out from the illusory gate.

The only one capable of pinpointing this location instantly and opening a Space Gate was Bethel, who had already fused three portions of the "Star Key" and held a simplified ritual to fuse the Unique of the "Door" pathway.

But wasn't Bethel in the Fantasy Land?

Amon reached out to grab the "Worm of Time" Characteristic that was flying in the opposite direction, intending to steal it.

"Amon!" Solomon walked out from the Space Gate, his majestic gaze falling upon the "Worm of Time" Characteristic, and all the Rules here were distorted.

"Steal" was successful, but the target was distorted; what reached Amon's hand was only a single "Worm of Time."

"Heh." Amon put away the "Worm of Time" in his hand, lightly adjusted the Monocle on his eye socket, and looked at the Angel appearing in the Space Gate.

"Oh? Little Crow?" Medici and Ouroboros glanced toward here from across the Space Gate.

There were even other Angels like Zaratul and Alistair Tudor in the other Space Gates.

Once you have an Angel of Angels with the highest mobility, facing any Angel of the opposing faction might mean being swarmed by all the Angels of that faction.

"Why did you come out?" Amon looked at the light shadow condensed from starlight hidden at the end of the Space Gate.

"Teacher once asked me to be a Duke in this Solomon Empire." Bethel's voice came from behind the Space Gate.

Before the deal between Chumen and Adam was reached, Bethel was already a Duke of Solomon, and during this period, Chumen had indeed not interfered with anything here.

"It really is him." Amon nodded slightly; as long as the subject was Dream, he was even somewhat habitually accustomed to being thwarted...

"It is just me, not Teacher." Bethel corrected earnestly.

Amon did not answer and directly transformed into a light shadow, disappearing from the spot; the others had no intention of pursuing.

Not to mention whether anyone other than Bethel could catch up, even if they did, what could they do? Kill Amon? Even a True God might not be able to do that!

"Zoroast..." Solomon reached out and took the "Worm of Time" Characteristic into his hand; his majestic face showed undisguised anger, but he had to forcibly suppress it.

"I will return this portion of the 'Worm of Time' to the Zoroast Family." Solomon looked at the other Angels.

"As you wish." Medici was indifferent, and those illusory gates that had emerged gradually faded away.

"Imaginary Angel." Bethel sought out a Creator Church in the capital of the Solomon Empire and saw Adam inside.

"Hmm." Adam watched calmly as Bethel walked over, nodded slightly, and then his body directly underwent Virtualization, entering the Collective Subconscious Ocean and leaving the capital of the Solomon Empire.

This was the price to be paid after failure; from now on, if Adam were discovered stepping into the capital of the Solomon Empire, he might face the situation of being swarmed by Solomon's Angels.

Under the cross representing the Creator, Bethel prayed softly to the Creator and repented to the Creator.

His name and surname came from the Creator, his Teacher was designated by the Creator, and he himself had once been a devout believer of the Creator.

Under various factors, even though Bethel had gradually converted to Dream later on, he still maintained reverence for the Creator.

"By the way, where did Teacher go?"