Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 160 "The Primal Witch"

"Who did you choose?" Medici looked towards the main battlefield in the distance, where the battle had entered its final stages.

"It's Tudor? What a madman!" By this time, Medici had already guessed it.

After eliminating all incorrect answers, the least likely one is the correct one.

Medici originally thought it would be the Death Consul on Byron's side, which was the most logical deduction, but now it is very clear.

"The 'Black Emperor' has arrived." Medici looked towards the Solomon capital.

Solomon also neglected His most faithful angel.

An angel on the "Black Emperor" path, who recklessly skipped the adjacent path and held a godhood ceremony on Sequence Two, is practically committing suicide even with the best psychologist.

No one expected Alistair to go to such lengths.

"The 'Emperor of the Underworld' should be in place by now." Adam also looked in that direction.

Just then, thick black mist surged from the depths of the spirit realm, and a throne composed of countless skulls of various races solidified in the astral plane. An emperor dressed in magnificent robes and wearing a phoenix crown sat high on it, looking down over the entire northern continent.

"Salinger!" The majestic voice of the "Black Emperor" Solomon echoed throughout the kingdom, and the shadow of order rose from the palace, leaping into the astral plane.

A cloud composed of bones from different races transformed into a feathered serpent, roaring as it crashed into the shadowy mass of order.

The shadow of order emanating from Solomon spread suddenly like gas, and wherever the rules permeated and the shadows covered, that was His kingdom.

The emperors of the two great empires fought each other the first time they met!

The war between the two empires was merely the prelude to the battle between these two emperors.

Terrifying powers and authority are intertwined in the astral plane. Fortunately, the war of the true gods in the astral plane has a controllable impact on the real world, and only demigods or even angels can glimpse it.

"As expected!" Medici nodded, unsurprised. "So, how are you going to deal with the person behind me?"

He dared to use himself as bait, so he must have had enough confidence.

Tear!

A rift was torn open in the leaden clouds behind Medici, revealing a giant cross standing on a sacred piece of land.

Beneath the cross, a figure moved rhythmically like a shadow.

"Adam." Sussril nodded gently, treating it as if he were speaking to his own son, without revealing any other emotions.

"Sassriel," Adam nodded slightly.

With the "Hanged Man" practically on his back, Medici's safety was well guaranteed.

This was Medici's greatest reliance in using himself as bait to lure Adam into a trap. Falling into Sassril's hands would likely be the most powerless outcome for Adam, and its deterrent effect on Adam was undeniable.

But He just happened to come.

"If I'm not mistaken, the Earth Mother, the God of War, and even the Night Goddess are already blocking the path to the Eternal Sun and Truman, aren't they?"

Given Truman's formidable fighting prowess displayed in the previous God War, no one could have stopped him without four true gods.

"So you no longer have a true god-level help." Medici looked at Adam with his arms crossed, seemingly confident of victory.

And Sasriel behind Him reached out to grab Adam and take him to the “true kingdom of God.”

The conflict between humanity and divinity, and Adam's becoming a "dreamer," were conducive to the return of the Creator, but Sasriel was not inflexible.

If we seize Adam, there will be plenty of opportunities later, and the subsequent integration will give us a significant advantage.

"Yes," Adam said, casually pulling out a mirror.

It was an extremely eerie and unsettling mirror, its surface covered with sinister black patterns, and in the mirror was a tall, elegant goddess who seemed to embody the most alluring symbols in the world.

With just one glance, Medici's body trembled; it was the pressure emanating from the True God of the neighboring path.

"Chik!"

"Witch!"

Medici's expression changed drastically, and Sasriel, standing beneath the massive cross behind him, also frowned slightly.

"You should call me 'The Primal'."

Chick's charming voice rang out, and an indescribable aura emanated from Him, causing the entire world to fall silent.

The chaotic sea that had been calm for hundreds of years underground suddenly surged, and the gray mist above the spirit realm also reappeared.

Even the invisible barrier of the world trembled, and even—stars appeared in broad daylight!

At midday, the crimson moon stood out, becoming extremely intense, and its blood-red light spilled onto the earth.

Even the starlight representing planets like Venus, Jupiter, and Mars shone brightly, trembling and flickering as you tried to get closer.

These lights actually conveyed a sense of fear and unease.

Chick stepped out of the mirror and into reality, and the eerie aura emanating from him became even more real.

hum!

The two beings fighting in the Astral Realm, and even the other True Gods who were on guard, all cast their gazes toward this land.

All the true gods were extremely wary of that faint aura.

"You've merged with the 'Primordial' mark? You're insane!"

The true god through the "witch" path naturally does not possess such deterrent power, but the feminine aspect of the "original creator" does.

Sasriel's face was grim, not to mention what strange power this would grant Chik.

This aura alone, originating from the "original creator," could increase the probability of the primordial will awakening within other true gods!

This is enough to make any true god wary and unwilling to confront Him directly.

"The world is crazy enough as it is, so it doesn't matter if I go a little crazier." Chick released the primal will within him, but his humanity was strangely preserved.

He smiled. Sasriel was fine; such charm was hard to affect him. But Medici almost lost his will to resist!

The most powerful allure in this mysticism is utterly illogical.

Sasriel reached out and clenched his fist, causing the shadows of the entire world to twist eerily, enveloping Medici and preparing to throw him into his divine realm.

The "Primordial Witch" is more intimidating than even a true god, and she cannot guarantee that she can absolutely protect Medici.

At the same time, one after another, black, python-like tentacles emerged from the shadows.

These tentacles are extremely sinister, each topped with an eye. Some of these eyes are grayish-white, turning everything they see into grayish-white stone; others are crimson, igniting terrifying crimson flames wherever they go.

The shadows that had grown black tentacles twisted and transformed into women of varying sizes, all of whom were extremely alluring, their every move dazzling and mesmerizing.

"Where's Dream? Why isn't it here yet...?"

Chick stood on tiptoe and looked in a certain direction. She was dressed in white, her long hair cascading down to her waist like a waterfall. Her brows were shy and timid, and she was looking forward to someone's arrival.

(End of this chapter)