� Chapter: Spatial Cut
"Orf, Augusta stole my believers, seized my souls, and killed my messenger. Don't meddle in this!" Lincoln played along with Orf, broadcasting to all the Sovereigns.
"Even so, you don't have to kill him over it!" Orf hurriedly tried to stop him.
Just then, Augusta's streak of light ground to a sudden halt. His mind went blank. Another Lincoln had appeared at the Plane Teleportation Array in the White Desert Plane—it was Light Lincoln!
It was one thing for the cunning Lincoln to send his Sovereign clones to Heaven in separate batches. But did Augusta really have to be this unlucky? They had arrived at the very same array!
With wolves ahead and tigers behind, which way could he go to survive?
Light Lincoln sensed Augusta nearby and immediately shot toward him like a rainbow.
"Don't forget, when Lord Lincoln first became a Sovereign, Augusta gave him a hard time. If we're being honest, the believers in the Material Plane are just an excuse. Given the situation, it wouldn't surprise me if the High-level Sovereign Spark of Light changed hands." A handsome, elegant-looking Wind Low-Sovereign with blond hair and blue eyes spoke up, sounding rather pleased at the prospect.
This Sovereign was Lister. He had suffered plenty at Diya's hands in his early years, and Augusta had often joined in with his sarcastic remarks. Lister only escaped the role of punching bag after finding an opportunity to join Orf.
Augusta's eyes nearly bulged out of his head. He looked back and forth between the two Lincolns, one in front and one behind, then gritted his teeth and tore open space, stepping into Spatial Turbulence.
Fire Lincoln tore through space and pursued him at once. Orf followed into the Spatial Turbulence, his expression shifting. Whether Augusta had