BXBX NOVEL Chapter 129: Hunting
Chapter 129: Hunting
"Chick..." Truman looked at Chick, who was almost crazy, "I don't mind killing a future evil god."
Truman's eyes fell, and "Dream" completely pulled Chike's substitute into the dream.
This one is just a stand-in close to Sequence 1. If Truman were serious, such a stand-in wouldn't even be able to withstand his gaze.
Relying on the connection between Chike's double and his real body, Truman raised his hand to draw a door in the void.
This door will lead to the location of Chic's true body.
But before Truman was about to step into that door, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Chick's substitute who was caught in a "dream".
At this time, Chike's substitute's eyes no longer had the hazy look of being trapped in a dream.
Truman stopped and looked at Chick, tilted his head slightly, and chuckled, "This is the first time that an angel has been able to escape my 'dream'."
Since the first "Dream" took shape, Badheir, Salinger, and even Leodro, who was already a true god, have been deeply trapped in it and unable to extricate themselves.
But now, a Sequence 1 "Doomsday Witch" has managed to break free.
"I really want you..."
There was a certain brilliance on Chike's charming face. He broke free from the 'dream' and had no intention of escaping. He still looked at the dream with fascination.
"Which source of matter did you catch?" Truman sensed it for a while, and finally confirmed that he could not find Chike's location through this substitute.
When Truman used the powers of "fantasy" and "reality" to explore Him, something of extremely high status intercepted the induction of the phosphorescent power of the dream, rendering the "dream" ineffective.
And something that can cut off the power of "dreams" is not simple, and its status is not lower than that of the Book of Dreams.
This was an unexpected surprise that Truman did not expect.
And this is probably another reason for Adam and Truman to make a deal.
Adam knew his attitude towards Sefirah, so that was the current situation.
"It's not as good as you." Chick looked at Truman and said seriously.
"..." Truman's mouth twitched, "Thank you."
This sudden recognition is really baffling.
"You want to kill me?" Chike suddenly tilted his head and smiled slightly, "Just in time, I want to eat you too, we are really..."
"Shut up!" Truman shouted softly, wanting to leave his innocence in this world.
Then the power of this sentence surged, causing Chike's substitute to begin to collapse, and the power attached to it was forcibly removed.
"...We will meet again," Chick didn't care, his eyes were fixed on Truman without wavering at all, "in a more equal way."
Truman didn't want to listen at all, and waved his hand to completely scatter Chick's substitute, returning to nothingness.
The earliest settlement of the Witch Sect also completely collapsed and turned into ashes.
The witch sect, which had only been established for a few years, was wiped out by the dream of its belief.
Truman stood there, suddenly feeling the urge to look up to the sky and sigh, "What a sin..."
...
Amon, wearing a classical magician's robe, sat on a giant ashlar, and the people pushing the ashlar below were the citizens driven by Solomon in order to build the mausoleum required for the "Black Emperor" ceremony.
"Zorroaster..." Amon gently pinched the monocle on his eyes without using extraordinary power. This was an attempt, but Adam had already cleared almost all obstacles for him.
Amon sneaked into the mausoleum smoothly and came to a room inside the mausoleum, which would be a hunting place.
"An extremely vicious incident involving internal members of the family devouring each other occurred in the Zaratul family. Zaratul had to rush back to the family to deal with it, and the person who came here to replace him would be Zoroastrian."
Amon sat leisurely in the room prepared for Zoroastrian, waiting for his prey to be delivered to his door in person.
Adam's script is simple enough that there is almost no possibility of being discovered by angels or gods other than dreams.
Even if he is discovered, according to Amon's strength, he still has enough time to eat this "worm of time" and then walk away.
In the Third Age, Amon has always appeared as the second son of the Creator, and his own strength is more reflected in the "God of Mischief".
But under the light of the Creator, Amon's terror was still hidden.
When the sun was setting and it was evening, Zoroastrian finally opened the door of this room and saw the person sitting on the sofa. His body gradually became hard, and a chill spread from head to toe, covering his thoughts. freeze.
Amon adjusted the monocle on his right eye and showed a joking smile.
"Surprise? Unexpected?"
"This is the first time that the eldest son and the second son of the Creator have joined forces. It is a decent ending for you to fall at the hands of such an enemy."
"No need to wait, the Black Emperor has gone to another tomb, Zaratul is still dealing with family affairs, Medici and Ouroleus have returned to the kingdom of the true creator."
"And the dream you met before...have you forgotten? He is my teacher!"
Amon's divine ravings echoed in Zoroastrian's mind with a certain terrifying meaning, impacting his reason like huge waves.
There were truths and lies in Amon's words, which made Zoroaster unable to judge for a moment, but Zoroaster still made the most correct response at the first time.
Don't forget, He is also a "worm of time."
His body suddenly swelled, emitting clear and pure light, and its surface continued to flicker with light, which was the light and shadow that showed the passage of time.
Time is accelerating, and Zoroastrian's body is fading and retreating. When he faces the second son of the Creator, he immediately wants to escape from the battlefield.
Amon arranged many "worms of time" on the door. When he stepped into the door, these "worms of time" were transferred to him, greatly affecting his state.
The most important thing is that in front of Amon, He was greatly suppressed.
Amon watched Zoroastrian's resistance with interest, and raised his hand to push the monocle at the right time.
clang!
A distant and illusory bell rang in the tomb, and everyone felt like time was out of whack.
The sound of the bell seemed to come from a long time ago, making everything around it slow down.
In mid-air, above the mausoleum, a huge wall clock carved from stone appeared. It was ancient and mottled, with its surface separated by gray and black.
There are three hands on the wall clock, one long, one middle and one short, composed of "worms of time" full of vicissitudes of life.
This is similar to the clock that once stood at the feet of the ancient sun god. It is the unique power of the "wrong".
clang!
The bell sounded again, the hands began to rotate, the power of time spurted out, time became slow, and Zoroaster's retreating movement was slowed to a certain extent.
When using abilities in the same field, Zoroastrian was completely restrained by Amon.