Chapter 210: Amon's Intentions

"Teacher, it's been a long time." Amon looked at Chumen and greeted him with a full smile.

"What did you come to find me for?" Chumen and the others sat down to the side, and one of Amon's avatars came up to pour tea.

"It's just that I haven't seen Teacher in a long time." The one pouring tea was the maid who had just welcomed them in from the outside; she wore a crystal Monocle, but her eyes never left Roselle.

Roselle's face was slightly pale, a lingering effect from being frightened just moments ago.

Amon also sensed the aura of "Sefirah Castle" on Roselle.

He couldn't help but look at Chumen, who raised his eyebrows slightly and lifted his chin a little.

Amon was immediately eager to try; his true body was excited to use a "Loophole" to jump onto Sefirah Castle, but at one instant, his body stiffened.

He looked toward the Grey Fog Above the Spirit World and sensed something.

"Ah? It's actually fake?"

But Amon is Amon, after all; his perception of this "Sefirah Castle" aura was even more profound.

A certain realization appeared directly in Amon's mind: if he dared to use this connection to jump into "Sefirah Castle," then "Sefirah Castle" would surely mobilize all its power to suppress him ruthlessly.

This was the state Chumen had been in when he previously ascended to Sefirah Castle.

The patterns on the Silver Medal were completely isolated from "Sefirah Castle"; if he forcibly jumped up by creating a "Loophole," it would definitely be judged by "Sefirah Castle" as a "Dream Entry."

That would require full-force annihilation.

And the current Amon was completely unable to withstand that kind of attack.

"Fine, I knew it wouldn't be that easy." Amon gave up on Roselle and looked at Chumen, though he wasn't very disappointed.

"Why is this ship in your hands?" Chumen took a sip of black tea—the taste was not bad—and then he looked at Amon and asked.

"You mustn't forget, I was also a Duke of the Trensost Empire back then."

"So you Parasitized the family of your Emperor?" Bethel's expression was not very pleasant.

"Just one branch of it." Amon's expression did not change in the slightest; he did not take this matter to heart at all.

"You!" Starlight flickered in Bethel's eyes.

"Go elsewhere if you want to fight!" Chumen reached out and grabbed, directly isolating the space where the two Kings of Angels were; at this moment, Bethel understood Chumen's meaning, and a terrifying Lightning Storm erupted from his eyes.

The two Kings of Angels engaged in an extremely friendly spar.

Chumen shook his head and poured a cup of tea for Roselle beside him.

"Is Mr. Abraham Mr. 'Door'?" Roselle had heard all the conversation and made the most logical yet incredible guess.

"Yes." Chumen had never intended to hide it.

"..." Roselle glanced at Chumen, nodded lightly, picked up the teacup, and took a small sip.

Everything was understood without words.

"This is a battle between Angels of the 'Apprentice' and 'Marauder' pathways." Roselle watched from the side, dazzled; of course, this was under the condition that Chumen's Space Barrier had isolated the Corruption.

He was already approaching the level of a Demigod, and in the past few months, his research into the Starry Sky had reached a limit; he would soon be able to digest the "Astronomer" Potion and prepare to advance to Demigod.

At that time, he would become a high-Sequence Demigod and then choose three Demigod-level abilities from the Silver Medal.

The fight between the two Kings of Angels lasted a very short time; after the Space Barrier was removed, Amon, who had not yet gathered all the Characteristics, was slightly inferior—the Pointed Soft Hat on his head was slightly collapsed, and his Classical Robe was also somewhat scorched.

"A bit painful." Amon gently adjusted his Monocle, but the corners of his mouth still maintained a smile.

"You still haven't answered me, why is this ship in your hands?" Chumen asked again.

"Naturally because I need it," Amon said as if it were a matter of course.

The ghost ship of the Trensost Empire had been placed in the Mist Sea for over a thousand years; it was the final afterglow of an empire.

Even for an Angel, it would be extremely difficult to find it in the vast ocean.

Amon had also spent quite a bit of effort.

"You are my teacher, after all." Amon looked at Chumen.

"... It is not yet time." Chumen shook his head lightly.

"In other words, as long as the time comes, you will give it to me?" A gleam flashed across Amon's Monocle.

It was only at times like this that Amon felt his father was truly too wise to have let him become a student of Dream so early.

Unlike that "Paranoid" one, who still hadn't gathered all the materials.

Of course, he was also missing one right now.

"See how you perform." Chumen dropped this sentence, then left the ghost ship with Bethel and Roselle.

This place had already become Amon's private palace and had no value for further exploration.

Soon, they returned to the "Roselle."

"I have already negotiated with the owner of the ghost ship; both sides will not go to war!"

Roselle announced loudly and lifted the alert.

Everyone on the ship also breathed a sigh of relief; the sheer size of that ghost ship made it impossible for anyone to harbor thoughts of resistance.

"Now, we continue to set off for the 'Abyss'!" Roselle took the helm again and headed toward the Abyss according to the established route.

Only, unlike before, a ghost ship that could be called a fortress on the sea was following behind them.

"Why did you follow again?" Chumen looked at Amon speechlessly; he had thought Amon would slip away reasonably and sensibly.

"Making a choice that doesn't conform to your expectations is also a form of Deception." Amon chuckled.

"Besides, you are the absolute focus of the world right now; following you is the most interesting thing in this world."

"As you wish." Chumen didn't bother with him; Amon didn't try to Parasitize Roselle and the others in front of Chumen, and the journey remained peaceful.

And gradually, the Abyss was right ahead.

Ssh!

Starlight descended, cutting a group of strange fish-men attempting to climb onto the ship into two halves.

But the next moment, a huge grey-black hand grabbed the edge of the ship, climbing upward rapidly; the wriggling mass of flesh intended to completely occupy this ship.

"Purification!" A Sun appeared in Roselle's hand.

The Sun is also a star; "Astronomers," anciently known as "Star Masters," are capable of borrowing the power of the Sun.

The Sun radiated intense Purification Light, forcing the black shadow under the water to emerge; it was a demonic body composed of countless corpses, with several heads dripping with pus on its neck.

Roselle threw the Sun in his hand directly into the sea.

Boom—all the demons vanished.

"We have truly approached the Abyss." Roselle let out a sigh of relief, gazing out with the help of starlight to take in the scenery several nautical miles away.

"... As expected of the most evil and Filth-ridden place in the world." Roselle felt his soul trembling.

A "Loophole" of the world had appeared on the vast ocean, and all the Filth and evil of this world were concentrated here.

"We have arrived!" Chumen and the others also came to Roselle's side, looking at the miraculous spectacle of the Abyss.

This was likely also the first time anyone had truly arrived at the Abyss by boat.