Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 105 Crimson

The parish closest to the Kingdom of God was governed by the pure white angel Ocycus.

He was one of the first angels to follow the Creator, faithful and steadfast.

Many believers consider this King of Angels to be even closer to the image of the Creator than the Creator's offspring, and to be the embodiment of the world's glory and hope.

"Your Majesty!" A priest knelt outside the church, closed his eyes, lowered his head, and prayed devoutly.

"What is it?" A gentle, mellow voice came from the church. The priest looked up and saw a pure white angel kneeling under the huge cross.

Ocycus opened his pale golden eyes, slowly stood up, turned around, and looked at the priest gently.

He wore a pure white robe, with layers upon layers of white angel wings hanging down behind him.

His overall appearance is truly remarkably similar to that of the Creator.

"Your Majesty, we have discovered cultists who worship the Crimson Moon in the north of the parish!" the priest announced solemnly, bowing his head low.

"The Crimson Moon..." Osekus seemed to have thought of something.

"Is it night?" Osekus made the most reasonable guess.

The name of the goddess of the night has spread to many places, and it carries the symbolism of "the Crimson Lord".

"Why would the Lord allow such an evil god to proselytize?!" The pure white angel narrowed his eyes.

This is not only a point of great confusion for Him, but also for many angel kings and other angels.

The Creator's glory shines on every corner of the world. What darkness, what Mother Earth? Such a church should not exist!

Take, for example, the Church of the God of War, which is hidden in the shadows and is mainly composed of giants. The Church of the Creator could even easily suppress such a church that has a real god behind it.

Even the darkness and the Church of Mother Earth cannot resist this power.

"Could it really involve some secret deal from ancient times..." Osekus fell silent.

The idea of ​​allowing the Church of the Night and the Earth Mother to preach seems abnormal, and there have been various conspiracy theories over the past few centuries—most of which originated from the Church of the God of War.

"Saslil, dream..." Osekus naturally had his own guesses.

It is an open secret that Sasriel is an avatar of the Creator, and Dream also enjoys extremely special treatment among the Angel Kings.

This makes it hard for some people not to have some unpleasant speculations.

"I will go and investigate myself." Many thoughts flashed through Osekus's mind, but his expression did not change at all. He simply nodded slightly, and his body seemed to turn into sunlight and disappear into the church.

He moved quickly and soon arrived at the north of the diocese under his jurisdiction, which was adjacent to the diocese of the wind angel. Both sides were somewhat lax in their management of this area, making it ideal for certain secret organizations or other churches to preach.

"Crimson Moon?" Osekus's eyes gleamed with golden light, like a gradually reviving sun, with strands of pure white light emanating from it.

For Him, light is the meaning of everything, and the beginning of everything.

Ocycus received enough information in the sunlight, including the behavior of everyone at this moment and even some dark emotions.

At this level, the power of light has begun to become abstract, and its ability to "purify" can even directly perceive the annihilation of human emotions.

"Crimson..." Oxus frowned slightly. He looked up suddenly and saw a crimson moon in the sunlight, a symbol of spirituality.

"There are quite a few vampires hiding here." Oxus also learned of this fact.

After Lilith's "fall," the vampires first sought refuge with the elves. However, within a few hundred years, the elven kingdom also fell, and the "goddess of beauty," Ornia, could only lead the vampires to hide in various places.

"The Church of the Earth Mother Goddess also made great efforts to gather the remaining forces of the vampires."

"Hmph! There are so many heretics in my parish?!" Oxus was genuinely annoyed.

There can be no darkness under the sun!

"Night, Mother Earth!" These were two deities, but proud Ocycus was naturally not afraid. A pure white light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

His whole being seemed to transform into a miniature sun, radiating intense light and heat.

Under the "purification" of the Angel King, no heretic can survive!

hum!

However, this beam of light could not truly explode here. A chaotic, illusory aura appeared on Oxus's body, trembling slightly.

That was the protection bestowed upon them by the Creator in their early years, and now it is also a symbol of the true King of Angels.

"Lord..." Oxus subconsciously closed his eyes. In his spiritual perception, a chaotic ocean appeared in his eyes, with an infinitely tall figure walking on the pale water.

This is a divine decree issued by the Creator.

"All the angel kings gathered in the Creator's Kingdom?" Ocycus even obtained corresponding images from it.

That was a picture of Sasriel praying under a giant cross.

"...Summon all the angel kings..."

Why now?! Oxus frowned, suppressing his anger.

It is precisely at this moment that this may represent a certain attitude of the Creator.

His attempt to remove the crimson moon was not permitted.

The appearance of the image at this moment may be some kind of warning to him.

Everything He did could not be hidden from the Creator who held the authority of "omniscience and omnipotence".

"...Yes!" Oxus lowered his proud head.

"It's not time for performance reviews yet, so why summon all the angel kings at this time?"

Ocycus arrived at the Creator's Kingdom as quickly as possible, and went to the temple of Sasriel.

"Tsk, little crow? What happened to you? You've become such a mess. You're not as fun as you used to be."

Osekus's gaze sharpened as he looked into the depths of the temple, where, besides Medici, there were two other figures he hadn't seen for centuries.

The Time Angel, Amon, and the Dream Angel, Truman.

They have returned from the stars... Ocycus realized this, but He merely nodded slightly to the two "colleagues" and waited for Medici to test him.

"What? You left your brain in the stars and don't recognize me anymore?" Medici looked at Amon with amazement.

After hundreds of years in the starry sky, Amon is exactly as Truman remembers him.

Not only that, Truman has also tempered her to a certain extent, so she is no longer easily provoked by Medici.

"Tsk, it's been hundreds of years, and you still have the same tricks up your sleeve? You haven't improved at all." Amon gently pushed up his monocle, looking at Medici with a hint of disdain.

"Wow! You've improved! It's really great to have an angel king as your teacher! I don't even get that kind of treatment."

"..." Both Amon and Adam felt offended!

Indeed, Medici's survival to this day is undoubtedly one of the most important reasons why he has the legion under his command.

(End of this chapter)