Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 162 The Ceremony Completed

Bethel's illusory body appeared in the center of the battlefield, as if it had transformed into a book recording countless mysteries, with every page randomly turned revealing angelic-level attacks.

Click!

Lightning storms leaped out of the void, terrifying electric serpents powerful enough to shred Alistair, who was still at the second rank of Sequence!

"No roaming allowed!"

A young voice rang out, and Bethel's body suddenly froze and flickered as if a frame had been dropped.

His "wandering" got stuck, and half of his body hadn't arrived yet. This strange state greatly affected his condition, and the "lightning storm" also failed.

"The King of Angels?" Bethel looked behind Arista Tudor, where a handsome young man named Trensust, who appeared to be only in his early twenties, stood holding a brass book.

He secretly became Sequence One during this war and merged with more than one Sequence One characteristic, possessing the uniqueness of the "Judge" pathway.

"Those who violate this rule will be punished!"

Trensorst's voice rang out again, and a flash of light appeared on the brass book, giving Bethel the appropriate punishment.

Click...

A crack appeared in Bethel's illusory form.

Trensust's timing was impeccable; it was precisely the moment when the "wandering" was incomplete and Bethel was distracted by opening the Book of Records that effectively isolated His body.

This is also dangerous enough for angels, as it could cause a sharp drop in their condition and an increase in their tendency to lose control.

A certain repulsive force arrives, and the "punishment" is exile.

Trensust did not want to be enemies with Bethel, but only to protect Arista Tudor from His attack.

"Duke Bethel wants to kill me?" Arista and Bethel's phantom were only a few dozen meters apart. He looked at Bethel expressionlessly, then laughed wildly.

"You all want to kill me, but I refuse to die! I will go further on this deadly path and ascend to the throne of gods!"

Aristotle's eyes were filled with a mad determination.

"Personally, I admire you," Bethel said. "The courage and madness with which you made such a decision are unmatched."

"Thank you." Arista Tudor paused slightly, nodded gently, and thanked him earnestly.

"But today, it won't be that easy for you to ascend to the throne of God." Bethel's figure suddenly shattered, but two eyeballs made of starlight shone brightly in his eyes.

The starlight emanating from his two eyeballs were actually countless "star worms," ​​which gradually combined to form Bethel's body.

Bethel brought "uniqueness" here, forcibly breaking the state of physical isolation.

If "uniqueness" exists in a unique way, then His body is also unique!

This is something that even a brass book cannot prevent.

He defied the punishment of the rules and forced his way down, the starlight in his eyes shining brightly for a moment.

The interrupted "lightning storm" returned, with wildly leaping, blazing white electric snakes gradually enveloping Arista Tudor.

Lightning is prohibited here!

Chi Chi!

The lightning, flickering gradually under the rules, was forcibly dispelled.

But how many aggressive skills are recorded in Bethel's book? He himself seems to have forgotten.

boom!

Dozens or even hundreds of angel-level attacks appeared, directly saturating the Brass Book to the point that it formulated even more extreme rules.

"Attacking is strictly prohibited here!"

If these attacks are not stopped, Trensost can hold out, but Arista Tudor will be worn down here!

But such rule-making was also a considerable burden for Terence, and the light in his eyes inexplicably dimmed.

Compared to Bethel, Trenshorst lacked some of the accumulated experience.

"Exile!" Bethel coldly reached out and clenched his fist. The space where Alistair was located seemed to be ripped off from the real world, and he was about to be exiled to the astral plane where the war between the gods was becoming increasingly fierce!

"Exile" is not an attack and is not subject to the rules set forth in the Brass Book.

"Phew!" Trensost sighed softly, reached out and tore a piece of curtain from the shadows behind him, and threw it at Arista Tudor.

Arista Tudor, now shrouded in the curtain, instantly became semi-concealed, and Bethel's "exile" lost its target!

"The blessing of the 'Goddess of the Night'?" Bethel looked up as if he were seeing twinkling stars in the night sky.

"Ha! You can't kill me today!" Arista Tudor was in a terrible state under Bethel's crushing attack, but he was still crazy.

Bethel froze, as if he could truly feel the goddess's gaze fixed upon him.

"Haha!" Seeing this, Arista Tudor no longer waited, but drew his sword and pointed it at the Death Archon on the other side of the battlefield.

"Azik Eggers! You've lost! The Byron Empire has lost! Lost to Arista Tudor!"

Alistair's arrogant voice echoed across the battlefield, announcing the end of this war.

"I..." After hearing Alistair Tudor's complete sentence, the Death Archon paused for a second, then felt a shackle in his mind suddenly break.

He suddenly remembered the priest he had met in the Hall of Regents of Baron, recalling those pure and clear eyes.

With the tacit approval of "Death" Salinger, even as a Sequence Two being, He was powerless to resist the "Imaginary Angel".

A thought burst forth, and His ideas and intentions were completely overridden by the implanted idea. The Death Archon's head drooped slightly, and his eyes lost their luster.

"I, Azik Eggers, have lost! The Byron Empire has lost too!"

The whispers of the Death Archon echoed across the entire battlefield. Most of the extraordinary troops of the Byron Empire were of the "Death God" path, and they were not qualified to resist the Death Archon.

Some extraordinary soldiers even threw down their weapons and surrendered on the spot!

"Azik, you must pay the price for the defeat in this war. From this day forward, I strip you of your position as consul!"

A majestic voice descended from the astral plane, definitively sealing the fate of this war.

The voice came from "Death" Salinger, the emperor of the Byron Empire.

This was also Adam's plan: once Aristotle gained enough momentum, he would utter that phrase and achieve final victory.

When the advantage is significant enough, such an arrangement has a limited impact on the ascension ceremony, remaining within a controllable range, but it allows Arista Tudor to completely seize control.

This couldn't be more worthwhile for a madman.

By indirectly acknowledging the defeat in the war, Emperor Byron defined the nature of the war, a fate that no one could reverse.

Azik knelt down, and the phoenix crown on his head fell to the ground, kicking up dust.

The morale of the Byron Empire's army plummeted, and they surrendered.

At that moment, a powerful and eerie aura suddenly surged from Arista Tudor.

His incarnation ceremony is complete!

(End of this chapter)