Chapter 162: Scene of the Three Families Jumping Ship

Afterwards, Alista Tudor, slightly irritated, thought about sending some sets of clothes to Bethel's child... He restrained his urge to manually make the other person's clothes asymmetrical.

The impact brought by switching to a non-neighbouring Pathway was enormous. If the original Alista Tudor was steady, calm, rigorous, and patient, the Blood Emperor now lacked these qualities.

The internal conflict of different Beyonder characteristics made Tudor endure a certain desire for destruction every second. He became cruel, impulsive, extreme, and hysterical. He could no longer patiently think as he used to. Controlling the desire for slaughter and madness in front of his subjects had already exhausted most of the Blood Emperor's remaining sanity.

So now, the Blood Emperor lacked patience for most things. Only the Kings of Angels of the three families and matters related to them could make Tudor more rational and patient.

"... So pathetic," Lynn said silently, without a trace of sympathy in his eyes.

No matter how pitiful the Blood Emperor was, he brought it upon himself. If anyone was to be pitied, it was his little red more so.

Thinking this, Lynn took half a step back, avoiding the cloak thrown at him.

He could certainly put on that cloak and act as an obedient Sequence 2, but Lynn suddenly didn't feel like doing so.

Don't ask why. Just seeing the Blood Emperor put him in a very bad mood.

As for the consequences, the worst outcome would be this smurf account being wasted, which Lynn could bear.

Moreover, a Sequence 0, even with Amon and Antigonus added, didn't have the ability to waste Lynn's smurf account.

Lynn indeed didn't want to borrow the power of Great Old Ones or above. Even Sequence 0 powers differed. A newly promoted Sequence 0 was called Sequence 0, and a digested Sequence 0 was also called Sequence 0, but a double Sequence 0 was still Sequence 0.

Although the more power he borrowed, the greater the side effects for Lynn, as long as it didn't reach the Great Old One level, he could bear it.

Moreover, if things really got bad, he could always run to the Solomon Empire and seek refuge with Ouroboros!

As long as he didn't see the True Creator, he could pretend the other didn't exist.

Alista Tudor's eyes narrowed at this, but before he could take action, Bethel already moved.

"Sorry, Your Majesty, Libert is rather shy, and your actions probably scared him," Bethel said, without blinking, while picking up the cloak from the ground and handing it back to Tudor, adding, "He also doesn't like wearing other people's clothes, so your kindness can only be declined."

Naturally, Tudor did not take the cloak back from Mr. Door. His blue eyes swept over Lynn before landing on Bethel, saying, "You seem to pamper this child."

No, Your Majesty, I'm not pampering him, I'm just afraid he'll beat you to death... Bethel retorted silently in his heart, but outwardly remained solemn and serious, saying, "Libert is a good child."

As for whether he was his child, he had never acknowledged it directly.

"Perhaps..." Alista Tudor said, his gaze falling on the cloak in Bethel's hand, and commanded, "Dispose of it."

At these words, without any visible action from the Mr. Door, the cloak vanished as if it had never appeared.

Alista Tudor then sat down at the head of the round table. As soon as he sat, attendants naturally served him tea and water.

He looked at the still-standing group. Although he vaguely sensed something was off, the half-crazed Blood Emperor was too lazy to think about it, speaking coldly, "Why aren't you sitting?"

As he spoke, an aura of blood and fire began to emanate from him, suggesting that he might force them to sit if they didn't comply.

Half-crazed people couldn't be expected to be rational, especially as Tudor was now a Red Priest, enhancing his close combat abilities. Although he might not be as specialized as the Red Angel, he was still one of the top figures in the 22 pathways.

At least among the three families, if unprepared, they stood no chance against Tudor in close combat.

And indeed, the Blood Emperor's usual strategy towards the three families was—beat whoever jumps.

Yet no one moved. Amon was happy to watch the drama, hoping Lynn would fight Tudor, so he naturally wouldn't step in to ease the tension.

Antigonus secretly glanced at Lynn and then at Tudor.

He claimed he didn't want to reveal his peculiarity in front of Tudor, yet here he was, clearly doing so... Antigonus couldn't help but inwardly complain, but the timid Demonic Wolf dared not act.

If anyone could break the deadlock, it would be Bethel, the one least wanting the situation to escalate, and the only one who might persuade Lynn.

After agreeing to ambush Tudor together and inciting each other to persecute others, the relationship between Mr. Door and Lynn had subtly improved, becoming closer friends.

So now, already feeling a headache, Bethel was prepared to bear the "maintaining peace" responsibility and smooth things over. But before he could speak, Lynn patted his shoulder.

Bethel swallowed his words.

"Can I choose my own seat?" Lynn walked to the round table, smiling, though the smile was colder and more formal than usual.

As he spoke, Lynn was ready. If Tudor attacked, he had a surprise for him.

Tudor's gaze fell on Lynn. Even in his semi-rational state, the Blood Emperor realized the source of the three families' unusual behavior today.

This instinctively irritated him, but he still nodded, "You may."

"Thank you," Lynn thanked politely, then sat opposite Alista Tudor, signaling the three behind him, cheerfully saying, "Why are you standing? Sit down!"

At his words, Amon, eager to stir trouble, immediately sat beside Lynn.

Antigonus hesitated for half a second before apologetically smiling at Tudor and also sitting next to Lynn.

Lastly, Mr. Door, Bethel, clearly helpless with the situation, rationally chose the seat closest to Lynn.

This was the most suitable position for him, the best place to act before things got worse.

Caught between two people, Mr. Door was very helpless.

This was an unprecedented scene in the Fourth Epoch.

The nearby attendants wished they could lower their heads to their knees. They didn't know what the empire's noble families were up to, but they knew they couldn't get involved.

(End of chapter)