Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 130 Hunting

"Disperse." Truman's voice rang out, then became real. All the witches turned to ashes, and specks of spiritual light condensed from the ashes, revealing extraordinary properties.

Fantasy becomes reality. Truman has become extremely adept at using this power.

"Chik..." Truman looked at Chik, who was on the verge of madness, "I wouldn't mind wiping out a future evil god."

Truman's gaze fell, and "Dream" completely pulled Chick's stand into the dream world.

It was merely a stand-in close to Sequence One; if Truman were to take it seriously, such a stand-in wouldn't even be able to withstand a single glance from him.

Using the connection between Chick's double and his real self, Truman raised his hand and drew a door in the air.

This door will lead to the location of Chick's true identity.

Just before Truman was about to step through that door, he suddenly looked up at Chick's double, who was trapped in the "dream".

At this moment, the misty look in Chick's Stand's eyes was no longer that of someone lost in a dream.

Truman stopped and looked at Chick, tilting his head slightly and chuckling, "This is the first time an angel has been able to break free from my 'dream'."

Since the first "dream" took shape, Badhre, Salinger, and even Leodorus, who was already a true god, have all been deeply trapped in it and unable to extricate themselves.

But now, it is precisely a "Doomsday Witch" of Sequence One who has successfully broken free.

"I really want you so much..."

Chick's alluring face shone with a certain radiance. Having broken free from the "dream," he showed no intention of escaping, still gazing at the dream with fascination.

"Which source substance did you hook up with?" Truman sensed for a while and finally confirmed that he could not find Chick's location using this substitute.

When Truman used the authority of "fantasy" and "reality" to investigate Him, something of extremely high status cut off the perception of the phosphorescent power of the dream, rendering the "dream" ineffective.

The thing that can sever the power of "Dream" is no ordinary thing; its status is no lower than that of the Book of Dreams.

This was an unexpected turn of events that Truman hadn't anticipated.

This is probably another reason why Adam and Truman made the deal.

Adam knew his attitude toward the Source Matter, which led to the current situation.

"It's not as good as you," Chick said earnestly, looking at Truman.

"..." Truman's lips twitched. "Thank you."

This sudden recognition is truly baffling.

"You want to kill me?" Chick suddenly tilted his head, a faint smile appearing on his face. "Perfect, I also want to eat you. We really are..."

"Shut up!" Truman said softly, determined to leave his reputation intact.

Then the power of that sentence surged, causing Chick's Stand to begin to collapse, and the power attached to it was forcibly removed.

"...We will meet again," Chick said nonchalantly, his gaze fixed on Truman, unwavering, "in a more equal manner."

Truman had no intention of listening any further, and with a wave of his hand, he completely shattered Chick's double, returning it to nothingness.

The earliest stronghold of the witch cult was completely destroyed and turned to ashes.

This witch cult, which had only been established for a few years, was destroyed by the fantasy of its beliefs.

Truman stood there, suddenly feeling an urge to look up to the sky and sigh, "What a tragedy..."

……

Amon, dressed in a classical magician's robe, sits atop a giant square stone, while below him, the people driven by Solomon push the stone to build the tomb needed for the "Black Emperor" ritual.

"Zoroaster..." Amon gently pinched the monocle on his eye, without using any extraordinary power. This was an attempt, but Adam had already cleared almost all obstacles for Him.

Amon successfully infiltrated the mausoleum and arrived at a room inside, which would be used as a hunting ground.

"A heinous incident of infighting has occurred within the Zarathustra family, forcing Zarathustra to return to the family to deal with it. Zoroaster will take his place here."

Amon sat leisurely in the room prepared for Zoroaster, waiting for his prey to come to him.

Adam's script is simple enough that it is almost impossible for it to be discovered by angels or gods other than those in dreams.

Even if he were discovered, given Amon's strength, he would have enough time to devour the "Time Worm" and then leave.

In the Third Age, Amun always appeared as the second son of the Creator, and his true power was manifested more as the "God of Mischief".

But under the light of the Creator, Amun's terror was still concealed.

As the sun began to set and evening fell, Zoroaster finally pushed open the door to the room and saw the person sitting on the sofa. His body gradually stiffened, and a chill ran from head to toe, freezing his thoughts.

Amon adjusted his monocle over his right eye and gave a mocking smile.

"Surprised? Unexpected?"

"This is the first time the eldest and second sons of the Creator have joined forces. It is already a dignified end for you to perish at the hands of such an enemy."

"There's no need to wait any longer. The Black Emperor has gone to another mausoleum, Zarathustra is still dealing with family affairs, and Medici and Urolius have returned to the divine realm of the true creator."

"And the dream you met before... have you forgotten? He was my teacher!"

Amun's divine murmurs, carrying a certain terrifying meaning, echoed in Zoroaster's mind, crashing against His reason like giant waves.

Amon's words contained both truth and falsehood, making it difficult for Zoroaster to judge for a moment, but Zoroaster still made the most correct response in the first instance.

Don't forget, He is also a "Time Worm".

His body suddenly swelled, radiating clear and pure light, and his surface constantly shimmered with tiny rays of light, which were the light and shadow that indicated the passage of time.

Time was accelerating, and Zoroaster's body was becoming ethereal and retreating. When facing the second son of the Creator, His first thought was to escape this battlefield.

Amon placed many "Time Worms" on the door. When someone stepped through the door, these "Time Worms" transferred to Him, greatly affecting His condition.

Most importantly, He was greatly suppressed in front of Amun.

Amon watched Zoroaster's resistance with great interest, and at the opportune moment, he raised his hand and gently pushed up his monocle.

clang!

A distant, ethereal bell rang throughout the tomb, giving everyone a sense of temporal disorientation.

The sound of the bell seemed to travel through a long history, slowing down everything around it.

In mid-air, above the tomb, appeared a huge stone bell, ancient and mottled, its surface divided into gray-white and bluish-black.

The wall clock has three hands, one long, one medium, and one short, made up of "time worms" that exude a sense of vicissitude.

This is similar to the clock that once stood under the feet of the ancient sun god; it is the power of that "error" uniqueness.

clang!

The bells rang again, the hands began to turn, the power of time surged forth, time slowed down, and Zoroaster's retreating movements were slowed to a certain extent.

When using abilities in the same field, Zoroaster was completely outmatched by Amon.

(End of this chapter)