Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 158 Born from Desire

Medici's face stiffened, but he remained stubborn and arrogant. "That's my business!"

This is the true "Red Angel".

"The special abilities that Soren and Einhorn possess should also be retrieved." Medici sat in the high-backed chair opposite Truman, his long legs propped on the table.

"Two women dare to compete with me for the position of 'Red Priestess'? Humph." Medici snorted, showing great disdain for the other two "Conquerors".

The ancestors of both House Soren and House Einhorn were Sequence 1 "Conquerors" of the "Red Priest" pathway.

The "Red Priestess" pathway has a very distinct characteristic: its Sequence 4, "Iron Knight," involves a complete transformation that turns a woman into a true man.

This is the masculine manifestation of the "original creator," and it is unavoidable.

Coincidentally, aside from Medici, a naturally mythical creature, the two "Conquerors" who reached Sequence One were both originally female...

This is one of the main reasons why Medici looks down on the other two.

War is a man's art!

"Someone will try to harm you," Truman pointed out Medici's current predicament. "There are others who also want to become the 'Red Priest.'"

"..." Medici frowned slightly.

"Watch out for the 'paranoia' you're talking about." Truman pointed out the key point; if Medici still didn't understand by now, he could have his brain ripped out.

"It's Him!" Medici, being a top-tier "schemer," frowned upon hearing this. "I'll be careful."

"Yes," Truman nodded slightly, indicating that this was enough of a reminder.

He then disappeared from there, transforming into a stream of information and returning to the Dream Duke's Castle.

He wasn't idle here; for example, the Morse Ascetic Order was still established, and they still believed in the "Hidden Sages."

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The North and South continents remained peaceful for three hundred years thanks to the tacit understanding between the two camps, but this peace would not last forever.

One world, two empires, with the oceans separating them not too far apart and their territories intersecting—this in itself is the greatest contradiction.

This conflict started among ordinary people and was gradually exploited by those with ulterior motives, causing it to grow stronger.

The people with ulterior motives here are not even Adam, but rather the ambitious individuals in the upper echelons of the two great empires who are gradually being corrupted by interests and are no longer satisfied with the status quo.

No longer satisfied with the status quo, they wanted more, so they naturally set their sights on another empire across the sea.

This is human nature, an insatiable desire.

Even if we ignore the influence of those extraordinary factors, this is the true historical trend.

Therefore, it is quite reasonable that the Solomon Empire and the Byron Empire gradually escalated from minor frictions into a local war.

At this point, those who truly dominate the world set their sights on it, and the world began to experience violent upheavals!

"Tudor!" The Black Emperor Solomon sat high on his throne, looking down at the dukes and other noble chieftains who were bowing their heads.

"Yes!" Tudor knelt down on one knee.

"You led the legion into battle and repelled the invasion of the Byron Empire!"

"The Abraham family, the Zoroaster family, and the Antigonus family will provide you with convenience." The Black Emperor's gaze was fixed on Tudor.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Tudor accepted the order.

"Trentost!" Another angel knelt down.

"You will be in charge of internal affairs and maintain stability within the empire."

"Yes!" Trensost showed no sign of surprise.

Solomon, the "Black Emperor," rarely handled complex state affairs himself; most of them were handled by Trenshorst or Tudor.

Now that war is imminent, the "Black Emperor" has more to worry about than anything else, and has been delegating power far and wide.

"Gentlemen, the Imperial War may be about to begin. Be prepared." Solomon gave the angels one last look, offering this warning before transforming into the shadow of order and vanishing.

The nobles standing in the hall remained silent, each harboring some anxiety about the future.

For angels, this is the worst possible outcome.

"We have His Majesty the Emperor, the 'True Creator,' and the Duke of Dreams," Pales Zoroaster said with a chuckle as he glanced around.

Because of the nature of the era of conflict, which was reclaimed by the Black Emperor, the Zoroaster family is absolutely loyal to Solomon and will not have any disloyalty at this time.

"..." The angels left the palace with varying expressions.

The Solomon Empire was prepared for war, and the Byron Empire was equally prepared, with the Byron army, led by the Death Consul, already advancing towards Solomon.

It is worth mentioning that the witch cult that was once destroyed by Truman has reappeared, this time as a collaborator of the Byron Empire.

On the other hand, the church, which is home to the gods, maintains a facade of silence, but in reality, its higher-ups have begun preparing for war and are secretly providing assistance to Byron's army.

The whole world was thrown into turmoil, and war between the Solomon Empire and the Byron Empire became inevitable.

"To ignite a war that sweeps across the continent and achieve sufficient victories."

Tudor, clad in black and red armor, stood tall and imposing, gazing at the vast army before him. Most of these soldiers were ordinary people, but the truly elite were extraordinary individuals, their formations well-balanced, enabling them to unleash terrifying combat power.

He has completed the first part of the "Red Priest" ritual.

With Adam's help, He perfectly exploited the desires in human nature, weaving a conspiracy that would drag the entire world into war.

Under Adam's arrangement, many things proceeded smoothly and naturally.

"If I become a god, how much of my self can I retain?" Arista asked softly.

Since He did not possess the characteristics of the "Hand of Order," He could only resort to the bluffing route, even directly beginning to prepare for the "Red Priest's" initiation ceremony at Adam's suggestion.

He truly became Adam's experiment, and madness was inevitable.

Even Alistair himself was crazy enough that he didn't need Adam to brainwash him or plant psychological suggestions; he simply gambled everything and took a gamble.

"Even in the worst-case scenario, it would be to become an ancient god."

That's beyond the realm of being half-mad...

Adam's figure slowly appeared beside Alistair, speaking in a gentle tone.

"Ancient gods..." Arista scoffed, then fell silent. "Very well, they are gods after all!"

A fierce madness flashed in Alistair's eyes. "Everyone, listen to my command!"

His voice boomed like thunder in the ears of every soldier.

"Let's go! For victory!"

boom!

The army unleashed a terrifying aura, bursting forth with a power truly belonging to the realm of "war," connecting everyone's hearts together.

"For victory!" Tens of thousands of soldiers roared, creating a mighty roar.

Adam watched quietly from the sidelines, waiting for his chance.

(End of this chapter)