Chapter 163: Lynn vs. Tudor

The atmosphere in the small garden was unprecedentedly tense. The scent of blood and fire had already permeated the air, and it seemed that a battle of Sequence 0 level would erupt at any moment.

"Are you going to betray me?" Alista Tudor's blue eyes swept over Amon, Antigonus, and Mr. Door, his aura growing increasingly cruel and insane.

Facing Alista Tudor's questioning, the three Kings of Angels of the three pathways glanced at each other, but no one explained. Instead, Lynn smiled and said, "You misunderstand, they have no intention of betraying you." As he finished speaking, Lynn waved to a nearby servant and said, "Please pour me a cup of tea, thank you."

He looked like a polite and gentle young man.

The named servant was stunned, looking up almost helplessly, unsure of whether he should act. Although being able to serve the Blood Emperor made the servant somewhat of a trusted aide, his Sequence wasn't high enough to dare to interfere in a confrontation between the Blood Emperor and the three Kings of Angels.

"Pour him tea," Alista Tudor ordered coldly.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The servant quickly stepped forward to pour tea for Lynn, and also poured tea for the Kings of Angels of the three pathways. After that, the servant quickly retreated to his original position, continuing to bow his head deeply, pretending to be an ostrich, hearing and seeing nothing.

Lynn leisurely took a sip of his tea before speaking slowly, "Amon is purely fanning the flames. For him, it's best if you and I fight here. But he won't easily abandon you; after all, he and his brother have invested too much in you, so you should have more confidence in this regard."

Alista Tudor said nothing in response, only looking at Amon. The latter, unperturbed at having his thoughts exposed, smiled and said, "I'm just very curious about what kind of confidence you have, Libert."

"Then you'll probably have to wait a long time to find out." Lynn smiled as he put down his teacup. Although he was talking to Amon, his gaze was on Alista Tudor. "Just relying on Alista Tudor is not enough to make me reveal my true cards."

As soon as these words were spoken, flames erupted in the garden—not metaphorically, but real flames rose from the air.

"Ah, you half-mad guys, so quick to explode. The Giant King was like this, and so are you." Lynn thought of a certain Giant King who attacked him just for looking at him, making his mood even worse. At the same time, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

"Snap—"

The flames in the garden extinguished simultaneously—no, it might be more accurate to say that time in the entire garden rewound to before the flames ignited.

Sure enough, a fight was inevitable… Seeing this familiar scene, Bethel could only sigh helplessly. He knew that since Lynn had used the power of time, it was clearly impossible to wait until the next tea party to deal with Tudor.

Bethel's only hope now was that Lynn would keep his word and just beat Tudor up rather than kill him.

While praying inwardly, Mr. Door made a move, and the space of the small garden solidified at that moment. Then the entire space was cut out, forming an isolated space.

"Sorry, Emperor Tudor, this is for your own good," Bethel said apologetically.

Alista Tudor immediately looked at him, a flame spear already forming in his hand, seemingly wanting to attack Mr. Door or forcefully break through this space.

"Don't be angry, Tudor. If anyone here genuinely cares about you, it's probably only Bethel." Lynn spoke at this moment, still sitting there with a teacup in hand, seemingly ignoring the battle already unfolding around him. He continued leisurely, "He's just afraid I'll kill you, so he's standing on my side to dissuade me at a critical moment. If he chose you, I wouldn't listen to his advice."

"From this perspective, Bethel is indeed the conscience of the Tudor Empire's three pathways." Lynn even gave a thumbs-up to Mr. Door.

"This is not a compliment I want." Bethel said helplessly, dodging the flame spear that was originally aimed at him.

Naturally, the attack wasn't limited to Mr. Door alone, but the three pathways were adept at dodging, if not confronting directly.

"Antigonus is simple; he's just plain scared." Lynn smiled and then drank the tea in his cup.

Lynn didn't make any other moves, yet the flames exploding beside him seemed to be in a different time zone, not even touching the hem of his clothes, let alone causing any harm.

This scene naturally fell into the eyes of others in the garden.

Bethel wasn't surprised. He had witnessed Lynn's battle with the Mother Tree of Desire, so he knew that fighting Lynn without time and space authority was essentially futile.

One cannot harm an entity not in the same time as oneself.

The Mother Tree of Desire had fought Lynn for a long time to no avail, being hammered unilaterally by Lynn without causing him any harm.

Bethel speculated that perhaps someone could break this deadlock with extraordinary abilities without mastering time and space authority, but it would at least have to be an Above the Sequence level existence, not Sequence 0 or below.

Amon, for once, showed a serious expression. Theoretically, as the Worm of Time, he possessed some time authority, but not to Lynn's extent.

And... besides the Lord of Mysteries, was there another ancient being with time abilities?

The only one Amon could think of was the Key of Light, which was clearly unlikely.

Antigonus, showing a "as expected" expression, wasn't surprised by Lynn's mastery of time authority, having already known Lynn could alter the past.

Better follow Lynn to beat Tudor… Antigonus now firmly held his belief. If he had any reservations before the battle, now he had none.

(End of chapter)