Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 106 Big Problem

Truman watched with amusement as Amon and Medici engaged in their passionate banter, a recurring theme in the Angel King's repertoire.

Medici always had some strange auras, and apart from Truman holding the Lord's power and Sasriel, the vice-king of the Kingdom of Heaven, who could be somewhat spared, the others were frequently provoked by this angel of war.

"Alright!" After all the angel kings gathered here, Sasriel directly interrupted the escalating "war" between Amon and Medici.

"When Amon and Truman returned from the stars, the parishes that had been assigned to their jurisdiction were returned to their rule."

Sasriel got down to business.

The various angel kings were prepared for this, and the division of certain interests would be conducted under Sasriel's supervision.

This is the fairest way.

"Besides that, there are many other things..." Sasriel brought out a lot of accumulated teaching affairs and discussed with these angel kings how to deal with them.

Managing a church that makes up nearly 90% of the world’s population is no easy task.

Truman remained on the fringes, seemingly indifferent to the power struggles among the Angel Kings.

Even the King of Angels needs followers, so the characteristics of those below the angels are also important to them.

As for the believers... Amon has not yet achieved the goal of having all his believers as his own, while Truman has a faith anchor that is entirely his own, and even shares the Creator's followers with him.

Truman's apparent indifference to these disputes was actually a way of carefully observing all the Angel Kings present.

What we're looking for here is whether these angel kings bear any traces of Outer Gods.

This is the most important thing in this meeting.

Truman had seen most of the civilizations left behind by the Outer Gods in the starry sky, and was sensitive enough to their power, or rather, their corruption, to be considered an ancient reconnaissance device.

"Ouroboros is such a fool, Medici's loyalty is beyond question for now..."

He glanced at the others briefly, but Truman focused his attention on the "Pure White Angel" Ocycus, the "Cherarch" Herabogen, and the "Wind Angel" Leodorus.

Unbeknownst to everyone, Truman's eyes reflected a dreamlike starry sky, and a dreamlike phosphorescence fell upon all the angel kings.

Within the temple of Sasriel, the powers of all angels are weakened to some extent.

With his and Sasriel working together, even the King of Angels couldn't detect anything.

"That's normal..." Truman indeed found nothing amiss with the three main suspects.

"You can't relax!"

After the meeting of the Angel Kings concluded, Truman immediately took Sasriel to the Dreamland and used the Book of Dreams to create a top-secret environment.

"Remove Ocycus, Herabogen, and Leodoro from the list," Truman said seriously to Sasriel.

"In that case, our strength will be even weaker." Sasriel frowned slightly, knowing that this would put even more pressure on the Creator.

It's impossible to include Amon and Adam; if we remove these three as well, the power of the Creator's Church will be somewhat insufficient.

"I'm asking you, what is the 'Tyrant's' ascension to godhood ritual?" Truman's expression was very serious.

"It's a challenge to the gods..." Sasriel's body suddenly stiffened, his eyes slowly widened, and his pupils contracted.

"Challenging the gods?!" Sasriel repeated the words, the shadows behind him seeming to twist. "Why did I ignore something like this?!"

His face showed signs of distress, and he inexplicably felt a chill run down his spine.

Could it be that even He was affected?

"It's a desecration of the stone tablet!" Truman's face also darkened.

"You've been living with that person's corpse for years; it would be a surprise if nothing happened to you."

"But I can't live without the Blasphemous Tablet..." Sasriel had already composed himself, took out the Blasphemous Tablet, his eyes flickering, seemingly lost in thought.

"It's really tough..." After a long time, Sasriel finally composed himself and looked at Truman.

"Thank goodness you're here," Sasriel sighed.

Only two people present in this world can fully grasp all those who pass by on the Profane Stone.

The rest are at most the three paths of the "River of Eternal Darkness" controlled by Amanisis.

Truman had already acquired the entire set of knowledge when he first met Sasriel.

"Perhaps my acquisition of all knowledge when I first met you was also part of your plan?"

Truman instantly recalled the scene where the Creator came to him after His birth.

At that time, the Creator called Truman a "mirror".

Now he has truly become a "mirror".

"It's only because of you, otherwise I would definitely kill someone like that!" Truman suddenly rolled his eyes; now was not the time to dwell on such things.

"This... I really don't know." Sasriel was also taken aback.

"Hmph!" Truman snorted, skipping the topic and continuing to discuss the details of the plan with Sasriel.

……

Ocycus returned the way he came, leaving the Kingdom of the Creator, and soon He came again to the edge of the diocese under His jurisdiction.

Having received a "warning," He would not dare to take action against the Night Cultists or the vampires here.

"That crimson moon..."

Ocycus suddenly remembered the red moon he had spiritually foreseen.

The crimson moon, hanging high in the spiritual sky, is both a concept and a symbol.

Osekus subconsciously looked up at the real red moon on the horizon.

……

Truman wandered away from the Creator's Kingdom, taking his territory with him and moving to his own parish, just like the other angel kings.

The parish where Truman is now located is actually the area that destroyed the rule of the Dark Wolves, which is now the location of the Dark Kingdom.

However, the Dark Kingdom has always been in secrecy, and no one has been able to discover its existence.

"I'm leaving..." Truman shook his head slightly. He didn't really want to move, but staying in the Creator's Kingdom was just too dangerous.

Sassriel is influencing things without anyone noticing, and that "God" hasn't made a move yet, which is likely because he's making some preparations in secret!

"Are you home?" Truman knocked on the gates of Dark Heaven.

"I am searching for the entrance to the underworld," Amanisis's voice reached Truman's ears.

"Salinger?" Truman raised an eyebrow.

After acquiring the "phoenix" characteristic at the end of the Second Age, this person did not appear in the real world for hundreds of years, remaining secluded in the underworld.

"Salinger probably hasn't become a god yet, right?" Truman wasn't sure either, since due to his own actions, the Phoenix might have died earlier than in the original timeline.

Only Salinger himself knows where he is now.

"Go to the giants' side and find Badhair," Amanisis's voice rang out again.

"You want me to persuade Badhall?" Truman's expression turned somewhat strange.

There were quite a few grudges between him and Him.

(End of this chapter)