Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 12 Top-Tier Sun, Moon, and Stars

Sasriel watched all this in silence, examining each of the seats one by one.

Finally, he looked at Truman, his face seemingly covered by a thick shadow, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.

Lilith and the goddess stared intently at the two high-backed chairs, "Mother Goddess" and "End," feeling a strange, inexplicable connection to the symbols they depicted.

"Of course," Truman said with a smile, "the fifth chair, Dream!"

The last chair symbolizes endless dreams, a sphere of light floating in a sea of ​​dreams, the limit of all beauty, signifying that dreams come true and wishes are fulfilled.

Five chairs, five directions, including all three pillars of the universe, a hidden fourth pillar, and a dream.

"Please take a seat!" Truman took the lead and sat in the "dream" chair.

Sasriel, Amanisis, and Lilith each took their seats.

From then on, only the "mysterious" part remained vacant.

"One more is needed..." Truman said with some regret. This seat would probably not be ready to find its owner for thousands of years.

And these three in front of us are the top-tier Sun, Moon and Star combination!

"What does this symbolize?" the goddess asked.

"Pillars and domination!" Truman pointed out, but only Sasriel reacted; Lilith and the Goddess were still unaware of this knowledge.

"From now on, let's call this the Dream Council. Does anyone have any objections?" Truman asked.

The gods all shook their heads. This place belonged to Truman, and he was able to suppress their inherent madness and indifference. They all had Truman to thank for that.

"However, the seats here aren't permanent, so remember to keep an eye on them," Truman said to the three.

The most dangerous one is Lilith; she could be swallowed up by the beings on the moon if she's not careful.

Lilith and the Goddess of Misfortune both nodded slightly. They could sense that even if they became true gods, they would only be fulfilling a certain part of the symbolism.

That would very likely mean there exists a level beyond true gods.

As for who can control it?

Sasriel remained silent.

"The convening of the Dream Council is up to you. You can convene it whenever you need to, and you can even come here to escape the mad corruption." Truman was completely following the established rules.

"Agreed." Lilith was the first to raise her hand to vote; here, she truly possessed her own self, undisturbed by madness.

The other two nodded as well.

"Alright, I haven't thought of anything for now. You can exchange ideas freely. Oh, and one more thing: your conversations here will not be known to anyone except yourselves." Truman crossed his arms, instantly exuding the air of a secret gathering organizer.

The goddess approached Lilith, and after a few brief words, a secret, long-term, and ruthless plan was devised, leaving Truman terrified.

"These are probably the two most untouchable goddesses in the world."

After confirming his place in the plan, Sasriel began exchanging glances with Truman, and later even opened a private chat window to chat casually.

"Finally, I wish us a pleasant collaboration, and I bid farewell to those ancient gods who are about to perish."

Truman conjured wine glasses before the gods; Sasriel and Truman's glasses were white vodka, while Lilith and the goddess's were crimson wine.

Ding!

The four wine glasses clinked together.

The gears of fate began to turn, and the tide of history rolled forward.

……

The goddess of misfortune returned to her original form and exited her hidden state.

His eyes shone brightly, piercingly, as he looked towards the giants' court, "The Twilight Giant..."

"It's not the best time yet." The goddess fell silent again.

As for Truman, he had already returned to the heavenly kingdom of the ancient sun god.

Hmm... The City of Darkness is just a goddess's anchor point, with almost no combat power and no ability to participate in this war. It would be useless for him to go back. The Pope really has no sense of accomplishment in his work.

"Does your divine kingdom lack a pope?" Truman asked Sasriel.

At that moment, Truman saw an unusually complex expression: "The Pope can hold multiple positions?"

Sasriel was speechless. How could he not see the anchor of faith in Truman? As the Pope and God's agent, that aura was impossible to hide.

"Ahem! I was just asking!" Truman was also a little embarrassed.

"Should the Creator have a dream angel under his command?" Truman had inspected this Sun God's Kingdom, and the believers here were at least dozens of times more numerous than in the Dark City, and they were all true believers.

Now, with the anchor of faith of the Dark City, he can leverage the combat power of the Book of Dreams to be comparable to that of a Sequence One. If he could gain dozens of times more power, wouldn't he be able to rival a god?

I'm really envious!

Moreover, in this world, true believers never die for a single church...

Sasriel had never heard of such a request before and was momentarily at a loss for words to respond.

"This..." As Sasriel didn't know how to start the conversation, a thought popped into his head, making him look at Truman even more strangely.

"The Lord has agreed." Sasriel's expression was strange, wondering what the main body was up to.

But the next moment, he became serious again, "The Lord has made a prophecy, and dreams have become reality!"

Truman raised an eyebrow. "Is this His prophecy?"

Sasriel nodded slightly.

Even though the ancient sun god has not yet fully grasped the authority of omniscience and omnipotence, his prophecies still have great power.

"Dreams become reality..." This prophecy has many different interpretations.

"From this day forward, you will be the dream angel under my Lord's throne!" Sasriel said solemnly. "I will record you in the holy scriptures, write your deeds, and sing them among the believers."

"This..." Truman was stunned by how easily it came about.

"I'll take anyone who comes!" Truman accepted the position of the Dream Angel. The ancient sun god might have some plans for him, but it was essentially a transaction.

He needs those anchors of faith.

"Okay!" Sasriel nodded slightly. He arranged accommodation for Truman and even gave him a very good piece of land.

But not long after Truman had finished setting up his territory, Sasriel brought important information.

"Lilith has led the vampires into battle, and the other ancient gods are also making moves, preparing to join the fray."

Truman's expression hardened upon hearing this news.

The ancient gods have all entered the fray. The war between the gods has not yet broken out, but the war between the gods and the angels has already begun.

In this era, the ancient gods were also aware of the role of the anchor. Before the real war of the gods broke out, shaking the anchor was a common tactic in warfare.

In this era where everyone is crazy, being even crazier won't make you much better, but it will make you more prone to making mistakes.

"You will set off with Medici and the others to the Giants' Court."

"As for your task... do whatever you want."

Truman also officially headed to the Giants' Court, which had become the eye of the storm. In fact, he was the one who started this storm!

(End of this chapter)