Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 113 Mysterious Resurrection

"Is this a grand fireworks display?" A smile appeared on Amon's lips, but there was an inexplicable chill in it.

"The Lord is calling us!"

The three angel kings, Ocycus, Leodorus, and Herabergen, answered the call and were to rush to the core battlefield as quickly as possible.

"Buzz!"

A city appeared out of nowhere above these angel kings, suppressing them with some powerful force.

"The City of Miracles?!"

Leodorus's eyes widened, but his instinct was to transform into lightning and charge forward!

The City of Miracles had long been part of the Creator's Kingdom, and no one expected it to appear here at this time.

Lightning crackled through the city of miracles, but caused no damage to it.

This is the divine kingdom of the Imaginary Dragon!

"It's a dream." Adam's expression remained calm, his clear, baby-like eyes looking at the City of Miracles. He showed no other reaction, remaining composed and not preparing to resist.

The other angel kings explored this fantastical divine kingdom in their own ways.

Instead of attacking them directly, the City of Miracles transformed into a giant labyrinth, trapping them there.

Without the power of a true god, it would be absolutely impossible to break through this city.

……

"Bethel!" Truman himself emerged from the Dark Kingdom and looked at Bethel, who had been guarding His territory.

Now that Bethel is a Sequence One Archangel, he naturally senses the battle taking place in that distant place.

The entire continent was in turmoil, and the world seemed to be on the verge of destruction.

This is far more terrifying than the frequent wars of the gods in the Second Age, and it is happening in the real world, even on the surface of the earth!

"Teacher..." Bethel hesitated, then stopped.

"Do what you're supposed to do, I'll handle the rest," Truman said softly, and wandered away.

"Yes!" Bethel sensed the many "spatial anchors" left in this world and began to use his own power to save more people.

In terms of mobility, Bethel is now the best in the world, even more powerful than the true god.

The Dream Angels also spent hundreds of years planting enough "spatial anchors" for Bethel.

Starlight continuously emanated from His body, as if He had transformed into a semi-transparent, strangely shaped key.

His state also became extremely strange. Following the guidance of the "spatial anchor point", he descended on several city-states almost simultaneously, sprinkling starlight and enveloping the entire population of the city-states, thus carrying out a spatial transfer!

This is also a crucial part of the war. The fact that "God" chose to place the battlefield in the real world rather than in the astral plane, which is more advantageous to Him, may well have been partly due to the intention to shake the "anchor" of Sasriel on a large scale.

Truman's plan was to have Bethel relocate as many humans as possible from the continent, so that at least Sasriel wouldn't fall into a worse situation due to the shaking of the "anchor".

"Why are they so hard to kill?!" Truman took a deep breath as he sensed the terrifying scene at the center of the battlefield.

Even with Sasriel restraining it, "God" still displayed terrifying power; the three true gods and the four angel kings could not even inflict fatal damage on it.

"I have to take the risk again!" Truman gritted his teeth, and the dreamlike angel in the center of the battlefield pressed the two starlight-formed eyeballs in his hand into his own eyes!

The harm he alone could inflict on "God" by using these powers was far too insignificant.

— "God" has a nearly fixed defense system against all authority over the three mysterious paths, and even in the tug-of-war with Sasriel, it still has enough instinctive reactions.

"Source Castle!"

Truman contacted Source Castle through two unique items on his body, which was quite easy; in fact, Source Castle had wanted to find him for a long time.

hum!

A thick, grayish-white mist suddenly appeared above the spirit realm.

Almost simultaneously, a phantom mark appeared on the forehead of the dreamlike angel wearing the "Fool" mask. It was a strange light gate tinged with a bluish-black hue, constantly emanating a thin gray-white mist.

The Lord of Mysteries has truly begun to revive in the Dream Angel!

Truman felt a certain will descend from the Source Castle, combining with the authority within him, initiating an indescribable qualitative change.

At that moment, "God" looked over.

This person gave up the opportunity to temporarily surpass the personality of Sasriel in exchange for temporary power above the sequence.

Splash, splash... Truman even felt that his senses were malfunctioning; he heard the sound of the waves.

The next instant, Truman's dreamlike angel clone arrived at an even greater distance, with an infinitely higher perspective, looking down at the chaotic sea surging from the ground.

His gaze deepened and turned cold, as if some grand will was vying for control of the body.

"Stop!" "God," he uttered softly, and time seemed to stand still at that moment, everything losing its color.

"God" gently raised his head and looked at the "dream" in the sky.

An ancient-level lightning storm, with chaotic lightning appearing out of nowhere, was about to cleave the dream angel into dust.

boo...

A soft sound restored the flow of time in this world, and the necessary status to break free from the shackles of the past was high enough.

A spatial pocket shattered, and the Black Emperor's Crown, the Brass Book, and the Wishing Lamp were thrown out, crashing into the terrifying lightning storm.

"Damn it!" the genie roared as he was thrown out as a shield!

The true God cannot destroy the wishing lamp, but "God" can. The intensity of this lightning storm is maintained at a subtle level, enough to cause serious injury but not to kill Him.

The Black Emperor placed the crown on the Genie's head, and the brass book fell into His hands.

"distortion"!

"order"!

The two powers were returned to the genie, but the genie was in a very bad mood.

The chaotic lightning storm's trajectory was distorted, eventually bursting forth in the astral plane, startling the ancients beyond the barrier.

The genie blocked the lightning storm, preventing the Dream Angel from turning to dust and buying precious time for the Dream Angel's resurrected will to recover.

The greyish-white mist emanating from the Dream Angel grew increasingly dense, and numerous slippery, dark tentacles extended from behind it.

Lord of Mysteries has begun to recover.

The two pillars gazed at each other, blurring the boundaries of time, as if they had returned to the First Age.

The genie, being in the lamp, felt as if he had returned to the First Age, or even worse, when he encountered a pillar, was tricked into splitting himself, and stuffed into the lamp.

Now there are two...

Now, the genie should be considering whether he can truly be resurrected in the starry sky after being killed by the two pillars.

Previously, He was quite certain, since even the fully-formed "Lord of Mysteries" had only sealed Him away, not killed Him.

But now He stands before two pillars...

(End of this chapter)