Chapter 181: The Struggle for Succession

"Shatter!"

The moment Bethel confirmed that the other party had come for "Fantasy Land," he reached out and pressed against the space.

Rumble!

The space within sight collapsed, and one terrifying space crack after another tore the world apart.

The next instant, the entire area of space was degenerating and being destroyed; space lost the foundation of its existence and collapsed in its entirety.

Against an enemy who would pry into "Fantasy Land," Bethel's first move was an absolute killing blow.

Hum!

That illusory phantom of the Mother Goddess of Depravity leaned down and held "Aornia" in her arms; this embrace was the sturdiest of protections.

The terrifying space storm swept through everything, but the shimmering life radiance at the center never once diminished.

The degeneration and destruction of space ultimately failed to destroy the residual power of a True God.

"Why must you resist?" The blood-red color in "Aornia's" eyes rose and fell like the tide, as if she were looking at Bethel on the other side through a door.

"Hm?!" Bethel's spirituality intuition pulsed frantically; he could only follow his instinct and immediately fled this space.

It was at that very moment that an illusory Red Moon rose from the place where he had originally been.

The Crimson Moon hung high, and the blood-colored moonlight poured down, beautiful and sacred.

If not for Bethel's Shanjian being fast enough, the moonlight of this Red Moon would have ultimately fallen upon him.

"You have..." Bethel's figure appeared once more, avoiding the space where the illusory Red Moon resided.

He seemed to have thought of something from the symbol of that Red Moon; his pupils constricted sharply, and his body stiffened slightly.

He had originally guessed which True God might want to make a move on "Fantasy Land," but he had not expected it to be the power of that one on the Moon.

Bethel had frequently traveled to the Starry Sky throughout the Third Epoch and the early-to-mid Fourth Epoch, even opening up safe "shipping routes."

This meant that in the entire planet, apart from his teacher, almost no Angel or deity understood the Starry Sky or the Outer Gods better than he did.

"I have heard that 'Fantasy Land' is a place that can realize any fantasy or wish."

The legend of "Fantasy Land" is recorded in the Scripture of the Dream Sect; it is not difficult to know about it.

It is just that most people, or Beyonders, merely treat it as a means to attract believers and do not believe in its actual existence.

A place that realizes any fantasy, any wish? This is even more exaggerated than the Creator Kingdom in the Creator's Scripture!

"I only want a 'child'; 'Fantasy Land' can help me."

"Aornia" lowered her eyelids, her hands stroking her belly, full of anticipation for the future "child."

"..." Bethel's expression was stiff; he sensed an extreme threat from "Aornia," but he could not retreat—behind him was "Fantasy Land"!

Once "Aornia" brought the Corruption on her into the Forsaken Land of the Gods, "Fantasy Land" would be at risk of being corrupted.

"To think I would face the same enemy as you." A helpless sigh rang out, and the aura of Life Authority swirling around "Aornia" directly diminished by half.

This aura from the Mother Goddess of Depravity had been stolen.

Amon, wearing a classic wizard robe and a pointed magic hat, manifested beside Bethel.

He had stolen a portion of the power gathered in this space.

The current Amon truly possessed the abilities of a "Blasphemer," capable of stealing the Authorities of gods.

Of course, to steal enough power, Amon had also paid a certain price.

At Amon's feet lay several "Worms of Time" that had been completely eroded and killed by plants.

"Aornia" looked across the Space Barrier, seemingly seeing Amon's true body.

The smile at the corners of Amon's mouth faded; he recalled a very unpleasant memory.

That was a deep impression left from his travels in the Starry Sky during the Third Epoch.

At that time, he had also looked directly at the Moon.

"Sorry." Amon took a light breath, adjusted his Monocle, and said with a smile, "I am the first-in-line heir to 'Fantasy Land,' so I cannot give it to you."

Bethel glanced at Amon and decided not to argue.

"That's not right!" "Aornia" suddenly tilted her head and thought for a moment, her eyes brightening, "Isn't my 'child' the first-in-line heir to 'Fantasy Land'?"

The "Beauty Goddess" making such a gesture was cute and alluring enough to make an Angel's heart flutter.

But what was even more shocking was the meaning behind her words, which directly caused both Bethel and Amon to freeze.

Bethel roughly knew what "Aornia" wanted to do, and Amon actually gave it serious thought, feeling that these words made a lot of sense.

Just like how Adam inherited the "Blasphemy Slate."

The inheritance rights of an offspring should be above those of an Apprentice.

But to a certain extent, the alliance between Bethel and Amon became more stable: neither of them could allow "Aornia" to get close to "Fantasy Land" and let that "child" be born.

"Or is it..." The expression on "Aornia's" face became cold and indifferent, "that you want to snatch my 'child's' things?"

An illusory Crimson Moon rose behind "Aornia's" head; under the infusion of blood-colored moonlight, her life force surged violently.

This time, Amon dared not "Steal" again; that would only plunge himself deep into the Moon's Corruption.

In Bethel's pupils, an illusory, fluttering book was reflected; that was his ability to "Reproduction."

"Lightning Storm," "Sun," "All-Knowing Eye," "Eternal Sleep"...

All these abilities came from the divine Authorities replicated by Chumen.

Although the abilities Bethel recorded and reproduced were not as strong as the originals, the number of True God-level abilities he could reproduce was vast!

As if a True God were enraged, thunder and the Sun descended toward "Aornia."

At the same time, Amon also used various abilities stored within his Monocle.

The "Fallen" and "Shadow" stolen from Sasriel, the "Judgment" stolen from Trensost, the "Purification" from the Creator stolen from the Battlefield of the Gods...

All kinds of powers crashed down, submerging "Aornia" at the very center.

This was the power of two Angels of the Gou Three Families.

They are able to exert the power of a True God to a certain extent.

The corresponding action should be the King of Angels of the Fool pathway pulling a God-Descending Vessel out from the fog of history.

The power at the level of a True God is raging, but Olnia's current state is extremely strange; with the protection of the Crimson Moon, that life force tainted by the blood-colored moonlight is also sufficiently powerful.

"Submit to me." Olnia raises her exquisite chin haughtily, issuing a queen's command.

This is the power of the Beauty Goddess, which, after being subjected to the Amplification of the Crimson Moon and the life force, is transmitted directly into the minds of Bethel and Amon.

At this moment, the two Kings of Angels even have the impulse to kneel down immediately, prostrate themselves at the feet of the Beauty Goddess, and swear their submission.

Under the blessing of various powers, Olnia displays the True God-level power of the Beauty Goddess's Authority.

Her "beauty" is her greatest and also her strongest weapon.