Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 128 Faith

The priest had a light blond beard, clear and innocent eyes like a baby's, and a cross pendant around his neck. He gazed at all the praying believers with a warm smile.

"What are you up to now?" A crow flew in from outside and landed on the cross, hanging upside down in a rather wicked manner.

It looked at the believers and the preaching priests and spoke in a human voice, but no believer noticed it.

"Do you want the 'Time Bug'?"

Adam looked up at Amon, who had fallen onto the cross.

"The 'Time Worm'?" The raven, its eyes ringed with black, stared intently at Adam. "You want me to help you?"

Adam did not speak, but continued his sermon.

The crow hopped up and landed on a believer's head, bouncing twice. The believer's fluffy hair made it feel comfortable.

"I'm not interested in your fighting; I'd rather go to the Forsaken Land and steal Gensokyo."

The raven sat lazily on the head of the believer with the bushy hair, looking at Adam beside him.

"Gensokyo?" Adam nodded slightly.

"You can never steal it unless you become a 'mistake'," Adam was simply stating a fact.

How could a fantasy world, which is like a divine realm, be so easily stolen? Perhaps only a genuine "mistake" could exploit a loophole and accomplish this.

The crow jumped up from the fluffy hair and landed on Adam's shoulder.

"Becoming a god is no different from committing suicide for me now." Amon has an extremely clear understanding of his own situation.

But He quickly changed his tone, "However, it's worth a try."

"Zoroaster." Adam seemed to have anticipated this outcome, simply uttering a name.

The raven that Amon had transformed into nodded slightly, then took flight and left the church.

Adam continued his preaching, a process that lasted for a long time.

Until one moment, Adam felt a kind of "justice" from the sea of ​​the collective unconscious.

That was when Truman nodded, officially agreeing to the deal.

A secret deal was struck between the two, witnessed by the power of the Creator.

The Creator still possesses considerable power in this world, most notably in the core battlefield where the Creator was assassinated and in the Creator's divine kingdom in the land abandoned by the gods.

Secondly, there's the second "blasphemous tablet" in Adam's hand and the divine badge hanging on Truman's chest.

Truman's divine emblem was personally empowered by the creator of the ancient sun god era. Later, the ancient sun god became the creator, and the power within him became even greater and more vast.

Adam looked up and walked out of the church. All the believers ignored him, and even in Solomon's kingdom, which had more than a dozen angels, no one noticed him.

He was like a tourist detached from the world, calmly observing the city's asymmetrical landscape.

As Adam approached Solomon's palace, he at some point turned in another direction.

Surrounding Solomon's Palace is the Duke's Castle of Solomon's Angels.

Adam was heading in the direction of only one castle.

It belongs to Arista Tudor.

After paying the price and making a deal with Dream, Adam didn't go to help Amon obtain the "Time Worm," nor did he go to disrupt the Black Emperor's ascension ceremony or plan the war to establish a nation. Instead, he came here.

……

A dreamlike sea appeared in Truman's eyes, and the Witch of Despair, who subconsciously looked up and stared directly into Truman's eyes because of his words, was instantly mesmerized.

She saw the dream sea in Truman's eyes, and in the dream sea, Truman's mythical creature form was reflected.

Against the backdrop of a dreamlike starry sky, the dreamlike body appears as a contemplative figure seated amidst the stars, gazing upon the unknowable.

Countless dreamy tentacles intertwine, gently bouncing the dreamy bubbles, causing them to collide high above the ocean, like a mischievous child playing marbles, dreamy and beautiful.

"By the Dream!" The Witch of Despair, having glimpsed Truman's true nature, immediately knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly.

"..." Truman looked at the Witch of Despair, listening to her chanting and prayers, but his heart remained completely unmoved.

While yearning to return to the dreamlike realm and enter the legendary Gensokyo, another power was surging within the Witch of Despair.

Those were people killed by the witch before them, who inflicted endless pain and despair upon them.

They transformed into vengeful spirits, becoming weapons of this witch of despair, constantly surrounding her. Their screams echoed, attempting to turn against the witch.

This vengeful spirit and the desperate witch's devout prayers form a stark contrast.

Truman was speechless. With this kind of prayer to the dream, even if you prayed until you died, the dream statue would never even glance at you.

Gradually, Truman sensed another power in the Witch of Despair.

"Doomsday?" This is Sequence 1 of the Witch Path, capable of bringing apocalyptic disaster to the world, and will become extremely powerful when the real "Doomsday" arrives.

"Chick?" Truman examined himself. He had no memory of this person, and even had little contact with the witch.

Those were all orthodox witches in the Creator's Kingdom, with complete knowledge inheritance.

Those witches were real women, and they were all playing roles they went to the enemy's stronghold of the church to perform.

But not Cheek!

In Truman's memory, this person was probably a synonym for perversion and distortion, and one of the best proofs of the madness of the lowest rungs of this world.

The witch before us is originally "he," which perfectly reflects the chaotic and insane nature of this world.

"Why is Chik involved with Dream? Could it be that he received a favor from the Dream Cult?"

Truman guessed the logical beginning.

The Dream Cult, which yearns for and creates beauty, has been spreading among humanity for thousands of years, and the number of people it has saved and helped is countless.

"Why do you believe in fantasy?" Truman asked the Witch of Despair.

"This is the oracle of the Witch Goddess, and also our own choice."

"But you have never received a dream response."

"Aren't you responding to me now? You are the dream, the light of the apocalypse, the salvation of madness!"

The Witch of Despair lay prostrate on the ground, and upon hearing this, she looked up at Truman with an ardent, even frenzied, expression.

Now, even if Truman were to simply tell her to commit suicide in the most ordinary way, she would not hesitate to pierce her own body with an ice spear.

She might even imagine it as a test of fantasy, a necessary stage to reach Gensokyo.

"..." Truman was speechless again. Being stared at by such a fanatical believer felt strange and eerie.

"Let me see why you believe in me..." Truman's eyes fell on the witch, but his power was already flowing along the direction of her faith to the source of her belief.

(End of this chapter)