Chapter 161: The Ritual is Complete

Bethel's illusory body appeared in the center of the battlefield; He seemed to have transformed into a book recording countless mysteries, and any page opened at random was an Angel-level attack.

Crack!

A Lightning Storm leaped out from the void, the terrifying electric snakes sufficient to hack Alistair, who was still at the Sequence 2 level, into residue!

"Roaming is forbidden here!"

A young voice rang out in this place, and Bethel's body suddenly stuttered and flickered as if dropping frames.

His "Roaming" was stuck, with half of his body not yet having managed to arrive; this strange state had a significant impact on his condition, and that "Lightning Storm" also failed.

"King of Angels?" Bethel looked behind Alistair Tudor, where Trensost, who looked handsome and seemed to be only in his early twenties, stood holding a Brass Book.

During the course of this war, he had secretly become a Sequence 1 and had fused with more than one Sequence 1 Characteristic, controlling the Unique of the "Judge" Pathway.

"Violators shall be punished!"

Trensost's voice rose again, and a ray of light flashed across the Brass Book, bestowing the corresponding punishment upon Bethel.

Crack...

A crack appeared on Bethel's illusory figure.

The timing Trensost grasped was extremely clever; it was exactly the moment when "Roaming" had not been completed and Bethel was distracted by opening the Record Book, which was equivalent to forcibly isolating his body.

This was also dangerous enough for an Angel; it might cause a sharp decline in his state and an increase in the tendency to lose control.

A certain repulsive force came; the content of the "Punishment" was exile.

Trensost did not want to be enemies with Bethel, but only wanted to protect Alistair Tudor under his killing strike.

"Is Duke Beteli trying to kill me?" Alistair was no more than a few dozen meters away from Bethel's phantom; he looked at Bethel expressionlessly, then laughed wildly.

"You all want to kill me, but I just won't die! I will go even further on this dead end and ascend to the divine throne!"

Alistair Tudor's eyes were full of crazy determination.

"Personally speaking, I admire you." Bethel spoke, "For you to be able to make such a decision, your courage and madness are incomparable."

"Thank you." Alistair Tudor was slightly startled, nodded gently, and thanked him very earnestly.

"But today, it is not that simple for you to ascend to the divine throne." Bethel's figure shattered suddenly, but two eyeballs composed of starlight were shining brilliantly there.

The starlight emitted by the two eyeballs was actually strips of "Star Worms," which gradually combined to form Bethel's body.

Bethel sent the "Unique" here, forcibly breaking the state of his body being isolated.

The "Unique" is unique, so his body is also unique!

This was something even the Brass Book could not isolate.

He forcibly descended while enduring the punishment of the Rule, the starlight in his eyes becoming brilliant in an instant.

The interrupted "Lightning Storm" also descended once again, and the crazily leaping scorching white electric snakes gradually surrounded Alistair Tudor.

"Lightning is forbidden here!"

Sizzle!

Under the Rule, the lightning gradually flickered and was forcibly dissipated.

But as for how many offensive skills Bethel had recorded in his book, he himself seemed to be about to forget.

Boom!

Dozens or hundreds of Angel-level attacks appeared, directly saturating the Brass Book to formulate an even more extreme Rule.

"Any attack is forbidden here!"

If these attacks were not forbidden, Trensost could still hold on, but Alistair Tudor would be exhausted to death here!

But such Rule formulation was also no small burden for Trensost; the luster in his eyes dimmed inexplicably.

Compared to Bethel, Trensost still lacked a bit of accumulation.

"Exile!" Bethel reached out and grasped coldly; the space where Alistair was located seemed to be stripped away from the Real World, about to be exiled to the Astral World where the God War was becoming increasingly intense!

"Exile" was not an attack and was not restricted by the Rules formulated by the Brass Book.

"Hoo!" Trensost sighed softly, reached out and tore a piece of curtain from the shadow behind him, and threw it toward Alistair Tudor.

Wrapped by that curtain, Alistair Tudor's figure immediately entered a semi-Hidden state, and Bethel's "Exile" lost its target!

"The blessing of the 'Evernight Goddess'?" Bethel looked up, as if seeing the bright stars in the night sky.

"Ha! You can't kill me today!" Alistair Tudor appeared extremely disheveled under Bethel's crushing attacks, but he remained crazy.

Bethel's figure froze, as if he truly felt that the Goddess's gaze had locked onto him.

"Haha!" Seeing this, Alistair Tudor did not wait any longer, but pointed his sword at the Death Consul at the other end of the battlefield.

"Azik Eggers! You lost! The Balam Empire lost! Lost to Alistair Tudor!"

Alistair's arrogant voice echoed on this battlefield, declaring the outcome of this war.

"I..." After hearing Alistair Tudor's complete sentence, the Death Consul was stunned for a second, then felt a certain shackle in his mind collapse with a bang.

He suddenly remembered the priest he had met in the Balam Executive Hall, recalling that pair of pure and clear eyes.

With the tacit approval of the "Death" Salinger, he, a Sequence 2, had no ability to resist in front of the "Imaginary Angel."

A certain thought gushed out, and his thoughts and intentions were completely overwritten by the implanted thoughts; the Death Consul lowered his head slightly, and his eyes lost their luster.

"I, Azik Eggers, have lost! The Balam Empire has also lost!"

The Death Consul's murmur spread throughout the entire battlefield; most of the Balam Empire's Beyonder army belonged to the "Death" Pathway, and they had no qualifications to resist the Death Consul.

There were even some Beyonder soldiers who threw down their weapons and surrendered on the spot!

"Azik, you need to pay the price for the failure of the war; from now on, I deprive you of your status as Administrator!"

A majestic voice descended from the Astral World, completely putting the final nail in the coffin for this war.

This voice came from the "Death" Salinger, the Emperor of the Balam Empire.

This was also Adam's arrangement; as long as Alistair Tudor shouted that sentence after gaining sufficient momentum, he would obtain the final victory.

When the momentum was large enough, the impact of such an arrangement on the ritual of becoming a god was limited and within a controllable range, but it allowed the initiative to fall completely into Alistair Tudor's hands.

For a madman, this could not be more worthwhile.

The Emperor of Balam indirectly admitted the failure of the war and defined the nature of this conflict; no one could reverse it.

Azik knelt down, and the Undying Bird Crown on his head fell to the ground, kicking up dust.

The morale of the Balam Empire army plummeted to freezing point, and they raised their flags in surrender.

At this moment, a powerful and bizarre aura surged violently from Alistair Tudor's body.

His apotheosis ritual was complete!