Chapter 119: The First Round of Beating Amon.

"Ahhhhh!"

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"

Sure enough, Lynn heard the screams that made him feel physically and mentally joyful, so much so that he wished he could record them with a camera on the spot. He even felt he could eat three more bowls of rice with those screams as his soundtrack.

While the screams echoed in the enclosed space, a doppelgänger of young Amon fell out of Lynn's body and collapsed into countless writhing and rolling worms of time upon hitting the ground.

Lynn then looked up at Amon's main body. It seemed Amon had prepared in advance, as the condition of the young Amon doppelgänger did not affect his main body. However, this did not mean that Amon's main body was unscathed.

After all, no matter how early he severed it, a doppelgänger was still a doppelgänger.

Seeing Amon's unpleasant expression and the clear sign of pain he was enduring through gritted teeth, Lynn felt immensely happy. He then smiled and said, "It seems your doppelgängers alone can't possess me. Why don't you try it yourself? You might succeed."

"Although you invite me so warmly, Libert, please allow me to refuse. I don't have any desire to dissolve into worms of time for now," Amon raised his hand to adjust his crystal monocle, his gaze falling on the writhing worms of time on the ground. Without doing anything more, he looked at Libert and said, "Actually, I've always been curious. Libert, you seem to have harbored a significant grudge and malice against me since our first meeting. Can you tell me why that is?"

"You don't seem to be targeting me because of Bethel, yet I don't recall ever offending you before."

"Ah, this is a long story..." Lynn said, as if wanting to chat with Amon, but then he suddenly smiled and looked at Amon. "So, Amon, has your skill cooldown ended?"

Indeed, even though Amon was chatting calmly with Lynn, the real reason was that Amon was preparing a big move.

Coincidentally, so was Lynn.

"No matter if your cooldown has ended or not, mine has! Goodbye, little Raven!" Lynn said with a smile. The brooch on his chest suddenly emitted a bright light, and in the next second, the enclosed space shattered. Lynn disappeared, replaced by Mr. Door.

"Little Raven… so you do know him." Amon looked at this scene without much surprise, mumbling thoughtfully before looking at Mr. Door and saying, "Bethel, I didn't expect us to fight again under such circumstances. But I'm curious, do you really know what kind of monster your child is?"

Bethel Abraham clearly had no intention of chatting with Amon. His countless experiences with thieves and seers had long taught him one absolute truth, when dealing with a Marauder or a seer, strike first without hesitation.

Thus, dazzling lightning filled the area, an attack recorded by Mr. Door, of Sequence 0 level from the Tyrant Pathway.

The first round of beating Amon began!

"Yeah, that's it, another ball lightning!"

"Block! Block his space! Good job!"

"Beating Amon is truly delightful, even just watching is a joy!"

When Azik, the Death Consul, felt the extraordinary commotion here and came to check under the orders of the God of Death, what he saw was the intense battle between Angel of Time Amon and Mr. Door Bethel Abraham, while Libert relaxed on the side, eating fruit and holding a small umbrella.

Azik: ...

Who is he? Where is he? Is this even reasonable?

In that moment, Azik really had the urge to turn around and leave. He understood deeply that this was beyond his capacity to handle.

At this moment, within the Balam Empire, the only one qualified to intervene in a battle between two Kings of Angels was their supreme Emperor of the Underworld.

Oh, no... Azik's gaze fell on Lynn, silently adding:

Perhaps also the son of Mr. Door here.

If he guessed correctly, the reason why Angel of Time Amon and Mr. Door Bethel Abraham were fighting was likely because of this son of Mr. Door.

"Don't worry, both Bethel and Amon know their limits. It's just a small fight. After all, we're still on the God of Death's turf. They won't really fight to the death and let the God of Death take advantage," Lynn said, clearly to reassure Azik.

But he wasn't lying. Although Mr. Door and Amon were fighting fiercely, both indeed knew their limits. They aimed to teach each other a lesson rather than kill.

If anyone tried to take advantage of this situation, they would immediately witness Amon and Mr. Door joining forces against the intruder.

Lynn didn't mind this at all. He just wanted to give Amon a beating.

Just like he knew Amon's actions this time were never meant to truly harm him, but rather to test further.

But beating Amon again was really satisfying!

"Crack!" Lynn thought, replaying the young Amon doppelgänger's screams in his mind, feeling the fruit he was eating taste even sweeter.

Hearing Lynn's words, Azik breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't dare to directly observe Amon and Mr. Door's battle as Lynn did, only using the corner of his eye to monitor it while asking, "How much longer will Their Highnesses fight, do you know, Libert?"

"Don't worry, it's almost over. The surprise we prepared for Amon will soon take effect," Lynn replied with a smile, though his response made Azik avert his eyes.

Did he hear something he shouldn't have?

At this moment, Azik noticed the battle seemed to have ceased. He glanced over and saw that the fight was indeed over. Through the flying dust, two figures could be vaguely seen.

One was Bethel Abraham, still looking mature, steady, and somewhat elegant, completely different from his violent state just moments ago.

The other figure made Azik rub his eyes.

He saw a little child who looked only seven or eight years old.

That little child was the Angel of Time Amon.

"Ah, it actually succeeded!"

Azik suddenly heard Lynn say with a sigh.

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(End of chapter)