Alista Tudor was evidently the most surprised by the scene before him. However, as a half-crazed god, he felt neither fear nor hesitation. His sole thought was to continue attacking and utterly crush his opponent.
It must be said, this was quite straightforward.
"So aggressive!" Lynn put down the teacup and finally stood up. He still wore a smile, but it was colder and less gentle than usual, showing more arrogance.
After all, at this moment, Lynn was no longer just himself; he had once again become "Him".
The small space that had been separated out had turned into a sea of fire. Not only that, but lightning and storms also descended, bringing natural disasters. The separated space began to show cracks. If Bethel hadn't been fortifying it while dodging attacks, it would have completely shattered by now.
"Finally, it's my turn. You might think I'm here to kill you, but my intentions are quite simple..."
Lynn smiled as he spoke, taking a step forward. In that instant, time froze, but only for everyone except Lynn.
In this otherworldly space, the flames, the storm, everything vanished in an instant, even the flowers destroyed in the battle returned to their original blooming state before the fight began.
In the next second, Lynn appeared before Alista Tudor and said earnestly, "I just wanted to ambush you and take a piece of your Weather Warlock characteristic."
After all, revenge wasn't his concern; it would be better for Little Red to do it personally in the future.
Lynn didn't want to completely break off with Bethel, Amon, and Adam now. Alista Tudor, being a Sequence 0, wasn't easy to kill. Although Lynn could imprison Him like a chicken, this imprisonment couldn't last long. Without using powers of the Great Old One, it wasn't easy to kill a Sequence 0.
The authority over time was strong, but it couldn't easily kill a true god of the same level.
If it came to a desperate fight, Lynn would still face some difficulties.
The frozen Alista Tudor naturally couldn't respond to Lynn. His brutal and crazed blue eyes slowly formed a question mark.
With such a big commotion, even his confidants were turned against him, and now you tell me you just want to beat me up?
Even though half-crazed, Alista Tudor found this too ridiculous.
"So don't resist. If you don't, you'll just get beaten; if you do, you might get seriously injured!" Lynn didn't care what Alista Tudor thought. He just smiled and said domineering words.
Then, a sack appeared in Lynn's hand, which he used to cover Tudor's upper body.
Next, Lynn looked at the three escaping Kings of Angels, smiling, "If you don't fight, I'll beat you too!"
In the next second, the frozen time resumed, and the The Kings of Angels exchanged glances. Finally, Antigonus was the first to pull out historical projections from the air.
The Seer's dual nature was vividly displayed in Antigonus.
"Sorry, Tudor, getting beaten is the best outcome compared to falling." Bethel said, as the authority over sealing flashed.
Just freed from the time freeze, Alista Tudor found part of his abilities temporarily sealed.
In the next moment, Amon extended his hand, and a flame spear identical to the one in Tudor's hand solidified in his grip.
Amon adjusted his monocle and smiled, "Actually, I've wanted to do this for a long time, Your Majesty."
At that moment, Alista Tudor's confidants officially became his biggest threats.
…
"What do I do? His Majesty Tudor is fighting Duke Amon and the others..."
"Should I run away while I still can..."
The lone attendant in the original small garden paced back and forth anxiously. It was clear his anxiety had reached the extreme; not running away immediately was a significant restraint.
Because the space was cut off at the start of the battle, the people of the palace hadn't yet noticed the fight—of course, even if someone noticed, there was little they could do.
After all, all of the high-end combat power of the Tudor Empire was in this battle.
This was why the attendant didn't run to notify others—who could he notify? Even the Sequence 2 adults would only meet their death against His Majesty Tudor, Duke Bethel, Duke Amon, and Duke Antigonus.
So, the attendant could only anxiously wait for the battle to end, praying it was just another daily skirmish among the lords.
But rationally, the attendant knew this was unlikely. Though His Majesty Tudor often beat other lords, this time was different.
Perhaps today would rewrite the history of the Tudor Empire, and my fate ends here... the attendant thought gloomily. Then, the separated space suddenly returned, startling him. He looked up and wished he hadn't.
He saw the three Angel Kings looking refreshed, as if they had vented their anger. Meanwhile, their supreme ruler, His Majesty Alista Tudor, sat there with a cold face.
His Majesty Tudor's expression was as cold, brutal, and crazed as ever, but now with a few bumps on his head, blackened eyes, and a face clearly battered.
Even His Majesty Tudor's clothes had been changed to a symmetrical style he hated, with a sack-like thing over him.
I'm doomed... thought the attendant.
Then, he heard his Majesty's cold voice, "Who are you really?"
"I am Libert Abraham!" the boy, said to be the son of Mr. Door, answered with a smile.
"Hmph!" His Majesty Tudor didn't believe a word.
The boy continued, "I know you're upset about being beaten, but I enjoy seeing you angry yet unable to beat me."
"If you want to try again, feel free, but..." The boy's tone turned cold, "Next time, I might not stop with just a Sequence 2 characteristic."
The attendant wished he could plug his ears.
As he thought he was surely dead, he heard the boy's cheerful voice, "By the way, this attendant is interesting. Why not give him to me? He can be a spy."
"...Alright."
The attendant heard his Majesty's cold voice.
Although it felt disloyal, the attendant couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness, I'm alive.
(End of Chapter)