Sword Maiden Witch's resentment
"147 kilometers away."
The Gospel God's power seeped through Multistar Land like night. It was not some obedient god, and it had never acknowledged Lysithea as its master. It had lived through fourteen Empresses and witnessed every joy and sorrow in the world. To it, Diya was more like a cat owner praying for cat shit; if it was no trouble, it bestowed grace, and if it was, it answered with indifference. Mortals had never been able to command gods, and gods would never bow and scrape before mortals. It had nothing to do with dignity or Wisdom. Only a great soul that bore hell on its back could prove itself worthy of wielding a scepter that overturned common sense.
But this time, before the Witch even asked, the Gospel had already sorted out the intelligence, so considerate that it felt a little unfamiliar to her.
"And they're moving away in the opposite direction. If we go after them at full speed, it will take at least 91 minutes to catch up." Diya waved her hand lightly, and a map of light and shadow appeared before them. "Even if we tear open a Void Gate and teleport over, the Gospel God will need 55 minutes to calculate..."
"It's too late."
Ash looked at his Rainbow Hollow-Wing, already more than half condensed, leaned against the leather seat, and tilted his head up to gaze at the real yet faint Starlight in the night sky. "We don't have that much time."
Because Hell Secret Poison had taken fifteen days to condense four Void Wings inside Multistar Country, Ash had also miscalculated, thinking they still had fifteen days left. That way, he would still have time to reunite with Sword Maiden and the others, time to prepare with Igula