Chapter 459: Purpose

The "Unique Phantom Dream" comes from the dream, but the current "Supreme Dream" can be called the True God among True Gods; how could a Unique be separated from him?!

Klein only felt his occult worldview shaken at this moment.

"So the essence of the 'Phantom Realm' is this!" A happy smile appeared on Amon's face; this joy was no less than when he saw "Sefirah Castle."

"Aren't you very good at 'Stealing'? Come on, try and steal it!" Roselle Provoked.

The smile on Amon's lips did not diminish; he only looked at that "Unique Phantom Dream" without putting it into practice.

"I seem to have heard this sentence before." Amon tilted his head, as if remembering something, "But the result didn't seem very good."

"Pfft," Roselle rolled his eyes, "To put it bluntly, you're just afraid."

He had been terrified by Amon when he first went to sea back then, and he had never had the chance to retaliate since; now that he had found the opportunity, Amon was not taking the bait.

"Boring." Roselle shook his head as he looked at the motionless Amon.

"Is there anyone else who wants to come down? If you don't come now, I'm leaving!" He looked toward the Astral World; after he brought out the "Unique Phantom Dream," the entire Astral World was stirred, and all the True Gods cast their gazes toward him.

Roselle's words echoed in the Astral World, but they received no response.

"Tsk, what cowards." Roselle seemed to be taunting, completely unconcerned by the many True Gods in the Astral World above.

Afterward, he looked at Klein on "Sefirah Castle" and nodded slightly in greeting.

"Let's go, they don't dare to fight anyway." Roselle waved his hand lightly and dispersed the "Unique Phantom Dream."

He did not even care what kind of waves the appearance of the "Unique Phantom Dream" would stir up; he only thought about going home quickly with his daughter.

"Beibei, let's go, let's go home!" Roselle pulled on the power of the Phantom Realm, erasing all the Fairylands that had manifested in the Real World, turning them into Dream Bubbles that dissipated without a trace.

Bernadette's Historical Projection suddenly flickered and turned into her true form; she glanced at the faint shadows of God's Kingdoms in the Astral World and pushed Roselle directly into the Phantom Realm.

"Why do you have Uncle Chumen's Unique in your hand?! What are you doing!?" Bernadette recalled what she had just seen, her expression extremely grave.

For an existence known as supreme, once their status falls, what they might face is the hostility of this world!

And in Bernadette's understanding, since even the Unique had been separated, wasn't that a fall in status!?

All the True Gods were watching.

"Relax! Relax!" Roselle placed the "Unique Phantom Dream" back into the center of the Phantom Realm before turning back to comfort his daughter.

"Since we dared to do this, we naturally have some certainty." Roselle patted Bernadette's shoulder and comforted her.

"It is not the Third Epoch now, and Chumen has not gone mad."

Bernadette quickly calmed down; she was hundreds of years old, and only when it involved her most important relatives would she have such emotional fluctuations.

She naturally knew of that Creator of the Third Epoch; this should be an existence of the same status as the current "Supreme Dream," only that this one was eventually killed by the joint efforts of the gods.

"You... be careful." Bernadette felt that her father and uncle were carrying out some very dangerous things.

"Haha..." Hearing her daughter's words of concern for her old father, Roselle appeared somewhat excited. "Let me tell you, that old schemer Uncle Chumen of yours..." Roselle could not help but want to show off his great achievements to his daughter.

"Get lost!" Just at this moment, a foot suddenly stretched out from beside him and kicked him directly into the World Furnace.

"Cough, cough!" Chumen kicked over the "Witch Conqueror" who was slandering him, then looked toward a hunt happening on the horizon.

This was the main battlefield of Klein and Zaratul just now; later, the power of Mr. "Door" appeared, two more Kings of Angels arrived, and finally, the Phantom Realm invaded Reality—it was truly lively.

Ever since the two Kings of Angels appeared, the nature of the matter had completely changed, and the subsequent invasion of Reality by the Phantom Realm attracted the gazes of the gods.

The occurrence of such a major event easily made people overlook an Angel who should have played the protagonist in this battle—that "Weather Warlock" of Feysac!

This should have been his and Klein's battlefield, but now he did not even dare to approach the center of the battlefield.

Feysac had withdrawn its troops completely, no longer daring to have even the slightest thought about this transportation hub and military stronghold, preferring to give it up and take a detour.

After all, this was truly too terrifying; it was not something he could get involved in, and the God of War Church and the Mother Goddess of Earth Church would likely have no objections to this.

"It's just that someone has been eyeing you for a long time..."

Chumen watched as a faint figure emerged in the void, holding an intangible object in their hands.

"Angel of Hidden?!" The "Weather Warlock's" expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly mobilized his connection with the army.

"Hidden." This attendant Angel of the "Evernight Goddess" displayed the powerful "Hidden" Authority; even with the army's power blessing the "Weather Warlock," he was still unable to resist that power of "Hidden."

The "Weather Warlock's" body gradually faded, the whole person turned into a phantom, and then was erased by an eraser.

The "Angel of Hidden" disappeared without a trace at the same time; after waiting for half a minute, only the "Angel of Hidden" appeared.

In the current situation, no one could verify the death of this "Weather Warlock"; perhaps he was killed by Antigonus in passing, or perhaps he was Parasitized by Amon, but who would dare to Seeker the truth?

A Beyonder Characteristic of a "Weather Warlock"—this was already an extremely precious thing in this world.

"Are you just watching here?" Amanises detached from her hidden state and looked at Chumen.

In fact, she had been watching from the sidelines during the battle just now, and at the same time, she knew Chumen was there too.

"I have already stripped away the Unique, what else do you want me to do?" Chumen blinked and said with a smile.

"..." Amanises looked at Chumen, not seeing anything on his face, "I also don't understand why you would strip away the Unique, and I can't help but suspect: are you still supreme now?"

Amanises's tone was meaningful, and since even she, a member of the Dream Council, had such suspicions, the other True Gods went without saying.

"What exactly are you doing?" Amanises did not expect to get an answer from Chumen; after all, even in the Dream Council, not every secret was shared.

"Honestly, I don't know either; I can only wait a bit longer," Chumen said sincerely.

(End of chapter)