Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope

Chapter 462 Medici

Truman found that he seemed to have never been here before.

But after he stepped into this church, a certain shadow shrouded everything, and Medici and Ouroleus both appeared next to Truman.

The next moment, the shadows of the world began to rhythm, forming a staircase leading to heaven in front of the three of them.

At the end of the stairs is the Kingdom of the "True Creator", where stands a huge cross, and under the cross sits a man wearing a dark black luxurious robe with shoulder-length hair.

"At least you didn't hang yourself up." Truman looked at the cross, then looked at Saslier under the cross and joked.

Medici raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled at the corner of his mouth. He secretly looked at Ourolius aside, but Ourolius didn't seem to hear anything and didn't react at all.

This made Medici feel helpless and had no choice but to entertain himself.

"This is your first time here." Saslier guided Truman to sit next to him, and the two angels sat at the bottom.

"Honestly, I know you have put a lot of effort into the fantasy world, but I didn't expect you to dare to extract the uniqueness." Saslier was also amazed.

Truman made a deal with Adam at the time, and Saslier didn't know the specific process.

Later, he was the only one who created the illusory world. There was a lot of movement, but no one could spy on the inner changes.

"If you want to get more, you have to put the most precious things on it." Truman was very calm. Only he knew the true effect of the illusion world, and it was almost time to bear fruit.

"That's quite your style." Saslier nodded lightly without asking anything more in-depth.

"Then what are you doing here now?" Saslier asked Truman about the purpose of his trip.

"I came here to inform you." Truman looked at Medici.

"..." Medici was slightly stunned, and then a terrifying bloody fighting spirit suddenly rose in his eyes.

Ourolius couldn't help but look at this colleague who had been with him for thousands of years.

"You mean it's my turn to appear?" Medici raised his eyebrows slightly, "This war?"

"Yes, whether you can make it or not depends on your ability." Truman nodded lightly.

He came here just to ask Medici to join this war and add fire to the world!

"Damn it, there are still more than ten years before the end, and you actually let me do it!" Medici was inexplicably excited, but also a little unbelievable.

Since the beginning of the Fifth Age, after he obtained all the "Conqueror" characteristics and uniqueness of the "Red Priest" path, he has been waiting for an opportunity.

It's just that the Fifth Age is an age of dreams, and He doesn't allow it. No one can start a war that sweeps the entire continent in this era.

"A quick victory can also reduce some losses, but don't blame me for not reminding you, be careful, otherwise it will really turn over."

"It's your old love..." Medici's mouth was faster than his brain, and he almost blurted out the sarcasm.

"Huh?" Truman's eyes became dangerous.

"Ahem!" Medici felt like the entire sea of ​​dreams was hanging over his head and had to lower his head.

"The end is here, everyone is anxious, I know!"

Medici seemed confident in himself.

"No, it may not only be the people who are anxious." Truman reminded meaningfully, his eyes falling on the flag mark on Medici's eyebrows.

These sefirot have been suppressed by Truman for thousands of years, and now the end has come, and it coincides with the suspected decline of the "Supreme Dream", which is so exciting. Medici noticed Truman's gaze and looked stern.

"Okay, I'll stop here. You can take control of anything yourself. I have said that I will not interfere with these things anymore."

After all, a "supreme dream" that is suspected of falling in character does not have that kind of leisure.

Medici nodded silently.

Then Truman looked at Ouroboros again. This was the angel he first met.

Truman and Ouroleus just looked at each other. Ouroleus looked at Chumen with clear eyes and showed no expression.

It can only be said that the time has not come yet. This is the special feature of the "destiny" path. Truman can forcefully interfere, but it is not necessary.

"..." Truman looked away, okay, let's not get involved in this "destiny" path.

Then Truman looked at Saslier again, who was thoughtful, "What about you?"

"There's no rush." ​​Saslier's thousand years of meditation are still very effective, his face is very calm, "With you here, I feel that things can change in the future."

"Yes." Truman nodded lightly and said nothing more.

Um? Medici suddenly looked outside the Kingdom of God with some feeling, as if something was affecting him.

At the same time, Saslier and Truman also knew what happened.

"Go." Saslier waved his hand to create a passage for Medici.

Medici jumped out of the passage, and then saw a young man wearing a dark black bishop's robe of the Church of the Night standing outside the "True Creator" church.

"Did the night send you here?" Medici saw the blessing from the "Goddess of the Night" on Klein at a glance.

"You are...'War Angel'?!" Klein was confused as he looked at the King of Angels who had left a profound mark on history.

"Still somewhat discerning." Medici's gaze fell on Klein, which put a terrifying pressure on him.

According to Klein's spiritual induction, this King of Angels is very terrifying, even more powerful than Antigonus and Amon, and may be in the same state as Mr. "Gate"!
horrible……

Klein took a breath and suppressed the restlessness in his heart. The moment he saw Medici, he knew that this was the existence that the "Goddess of the Night" was looking for.

"The goddess asked me to send a copy of the 'Weather Warlock' characteristic." Klein directly reached out and took out a sealed characteristic from the illusion world.

"Sent in the dark night?" Medici glanced at the characteristics of the "Weather Warlock" and already understood.

"Truman, if you have nothing to do with Hei Ye, I will give you my uniqueness!" Medici's expression was very strange, and he couldn't stop complaining.

Truman had just talked about the war, and Bai Ye showed his sincerity in forming an alliance. There was nothing fishy in it. Who would believe it?

"You also said that you would not interfere in the war, so you lied to Badheir..."

Medici's face became serious, and he solemnly stretched out his hand to take over the attribute.

The "Weather Warlock" characteristic is extremely important to Him, which can be seen from the angels of various churches.

And for the "Red Priest" known as the "God of War", the existence of lower angels is even more special.

(End of this chapter)