Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 155 Medici

"Trentost has gone to the dark heavens of night, where the Brass Book is."

Adam informed Arista directly of Trensust's whereabouts.

"Have 'Goddess of the Night' and Duke of Dreams really broken up?" Alistair knew some inside information.

Adam maintained his smile, simply stating a fact: "The news that the 'Bronze Book' is in the hands of the Night has been confirmed by the God of War."

"So, you forced 'Goddess of the Night' to steal the Brass Book and completely sever ties with Duke of Dreams?" Arista frowned.

Because of the relationship between the "Goddess of Night" and Dream, these true gods have always had limited trust in the "Goddess of Night" and have spared no effort to sabotage the relationship between the two.

Adam remained noncommittal. He and the camp to which Sasriel belonged maintained a certain degree of tacit understanding: they would not be lenient, but they would not focus their plans on things that should not be discussed.

"You're forcing me too!" Arista Tudor's eyes seemed to burn with a mad flame.

If Trensus were to betray Him, as one of the most "loyal" angels, His situation might not be so good...

All their honors came from the Black Emperor!

"I also want the Brass Book," Alistair said, looking at Adam and stating his condition.

"It's too late." Adam shook his head slightly. "When I came to see you last time, Olnia also went to see Trensost."

Olya, the "Goddess of Beauty" of the "Moon" pathway, is now the Blood Moon Queen of the vampires, leading the vampires and maintaining connections with both the Church of the Earth Mother and the Church of the Night Goddess.

Alistair's eyes suddenly blazed with fury. "Then you're forcing me to die!"

If the "Goddess of Night" and the other gods want to mold Trensust into the "Judge," then His path will be completely blocked.

At that time, He didn't even have the chance to become a Sequence One, let alone a god!

"They won't die, they'll just go mad," Adam calmly informed Alistair of the result.

"The moment I arrived here, you had already lost your choice." Adam merely raised his hand slightly, and Alistair's desperate attempt to attract Solomon's attention was extinguished.

An angel of Sequence Two is actually powerless to resist Adam.

Of course, one very important point is that the Dream Duke is not in this capital of Solomon. Otherwise, even with the power of the gods, especially the protection of hidden authority, Adam would not dare to enter this place.

"This is the normal trajectory," Adam exclaimed, looking towards the direction of the Dream Duke's Castle.

Adam received a great deal from the memories of "God," including things related to the Truman Show, as well as things related to the Source and the Outer God.

These were pieces of knowledge not recorded on the second profane tablet, and only Adam knew them at this stage.

At present, the massive influx of primal matter from various sources into the northern and southern continents is not only due to the arrangements of the "Lord of Mysteries," but also to Adam, or rather, "God" or the "Creator."

Adam's purpose was to temporarily distract the dream that disrupted the balance, thus gaining room for his scheme.

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"Ah, Adam is definitely plotting against me again." Truman led Bethel through the boundless gray fog, his spiritual senses stirring, sensing something.

"Teacher, should I go back?" Bethel was slightly worried. In His eyes, Adam was the firstborn son of the Creator, the "Imaginary Angel," and His schemes certainly needed to be treated with caution.

"No need. I can roughly guess what he's doing, but he'll have to ask me if he wants to succeed."

Truman and Bethel together used the power of the "door" to "close the door," which was a way of reinforcing the seal on the western continent.

Bethel is now only one ritual away from the "Gate," and with his assistance, he will be able to deceive the gray fog and exercise certain powers of the "Lord of Mysteries."

However, this gray fog was too strange. It completely blocked the road from the North and South Continents to the West Continent, but it was also able to allow the source matter of the West Continent to seep in, which really gave Chu Men a headache.

"This thing can never be completely repaired." Truman also knew that there was only so much he could do right now.

At most, he could restrict a few source materials, but he couldn't completely drive back those source materials that had already taken root and left coordinates on the northern and southern continents.

Suddenly, Truman paused slightly in closing the door, looked at Bethel, and instructed, "Take care of the gray mist seal here first. I remembered something and need to deal with it."

Truman left the gray fog and, in a secluded corner, opened the Book of Dreams, his consciousness sinking into it.

"Amanisis?" Truman arrived in the dreamlike paradise and met the "Goddess of the Night".

This is not the time for a routine meeting, but rather Amanisis has invited Truman to meet through the Dream Mark.

"Your 'Brass Book' is going to be gone," Amanisis said gently, leaning back in his high-backed chair.

"..." Truman blinked, then looked surprised. "It's Trensost?"

"You knew?" Amanisis was somewhat surprised. He arrived here immediately after the gods' decision, and Lilith didn't even have time to inform Truman beforehand.

"Just a guess," Truman replied casually, then changed the subject, "Was it Badhre?"

Badhere was tricked by the Brass Book and lost the War of the Gods.

"It is Him." Amanisis nodded almost imperceptibly.

"He's both terrible at it and loves to play games," Truman commented.

"As for Trensault, let him be. What's mine will always be mine."

At most, they'll just go on a trip, but in the end, they'll still end up back in Truman's hands.

"It's good that you know what's going on." Amanisis nodded gently, then logged off and left Dreamland.

"Trensost...and what about Arista?"

Truman suddenly remembered Medici. That guy was really unlucky. He was ambushed by Adam and Alistair, who stewed him and the two angels he hated the most in one pot.

Over the next few thousand years, they merged together and became the Hot Pot Evil Spirit.

"Tsk! Long time no see, Little Red." Truman was able to think of Medici because of Alistair, but more so because of some kind of spiritual premonition that something might have happened over there.

Truman, however, was in no hurry. He slowly walked into the gray fog to continue reinforcing the seal. This was the most urgent task. If all the source matter were to seep in, he would be in real trouble.

But suddenly, a phantom streak of light flashed through the dreamlike ducal castle, heading towards Medici's fiefdom.

"Binxi..." That information stream appeared directly in this seaside town.

This place was one of the rewards Medici received during the founding war of the Solomon Empire. He used it as his family residence and built a sizable town here.

The illusory stream of light coalesced into a human form, and Truman stepped out of the information stream.

The moment Truman set foot on this land, a repulsive force acted upon him.

(End of this chapter)