Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 163 Trajectory

Inside the Church of Bones, the raging blood storm had subsided, and Medici and Ouroboros were flanking Adam from the left and right.

After a fierce battle, none of the three angel kings were in good condition.

Adam's robes were mostly torn, and the broken dragon scales on his body could be seen.

Faced with such two opponents, Adam could no longer remain detached.

"You can't take away my special characteristics today!" The banner mark between Medici's eyebrows turned even redder, as if it were becoming tangible.

His condition was not good either; the pollution on his body was trying to erode his spirit.

Adam seemed not to hear, looking at Medici, gently raising the silver cross in his hand and touching his brow.

Both Ulorus and Medici were on guard, wary of Adam making a sudden move.

"Not necessarily." A voice suddenly came from behind Medici.

The air inside the Church of Bones suddenly froze. Ulrich's pupils constricted, and he stared stiffly at the person opposite him.

laugh!

A soft sound broke the silence of the Church of Bones as a dark red longsword pierced Medici's heart from behind.

"Since you're not going to die anyway, you might as well donate your special abilities to a god who needs them." "Sauron" said flippantly, and a monocle appeared under his right eye.

"Amon!?" Medici shouted in exasperation.

"Tsk, I knew you'd make a move against Einhorn, so I stole Sauron's fate and had Adam hypnotize me, all for this moment."

Amon was quite pleased to hear Medici's screams and couldn't help but say a few more words.

Amon, who stole Sauron's destiny, was still Amon. Only through Adam's hypnosis could Amon become "Sauron" and deceive all the angels and gods.

As for the previous "fall," it wasn't used by the "true creator" personally, so its impact on Amon was quite limited.

"Tsk! What great brothers." Medici glanced at Amon and Adam, and snorted. He was now powerless to resist.

hum!

Around this time, the war outside came to a conclusion, and the characteristics of Medici, Einhorn, and Soren generated an unparalleled cohesive force!

Medici frowned and struggled to control his body to complete a self-destruction.

"I'll remember this time," Medici's voice came from outside the Church of Bones.

Ulorus gave Adam and Amon a deep look, then spread his angel wings and transformed into a streak of light, disappearing from the church.

"I'll only help you this once," Amon said, looking at Adam. "If there's a next time, you'll have to trade Pales for it."

Afterwards, Amon and Sauron's fates were separated, and he threw out a blood-red crown covered in rust.

After Medici's body exploded, the crimson starlight gradually converged to form the "Conqueror" trait and the uniqueness of "Red Priest".

This body only has these two characteristics; the others have been separated.

"How did you convince Dream?" Amon suddenly asked.

He sensed a familiar power in Medici, but strangely, that power was still dormant.

"I didn't convince him, I just beat Medici."

Truman had already warned that if Medici were hiding in the "Real God Kingdom" or even returning to the "Creator's Kingdom," he would not be harmed even if the "Red Priest" ritual was completed.

Arista Tudor's attempt to become a "Red Priest" will also fail completely.

But Medici chose to accept Adam's "challenge" and ultimately lost; his uniqueness and "conqueror" nature were the price he had to pay.

Adam held three characteristics and uniqueness in his hands.

"Hmph!" Amon chuckled and left the Church of Bones. He cared about the answer, but it was clear that he couldn't get it from Adam.

Adam held the unique "Red Priest" in his hand, glanced at the blood-red banner mark, and asked softly.

"Do you want to wash this mark off?"

Not entirely.

hum!

Suddenly, a dreamlike mark solidified beside the blood-red banner.

Truman's voice came from within.

"I also want to see what the fourth 'pillar' is."

The most unique beings in the entire universe must be those four pillars, but let alone the resurrected "God" and "Lord of Mysteries," even if only the symbolic "Fallen Mother Goddess" were lying on the moon, who would dare to go up there?

But there is one pillar that cannot appear until the end of the universe.

Truman also had a strong curiosity about this fourth pillar.

"..." Adam's hand paused for a moment, then he nodded slightly. "You really do know."

"Not only do I know, but I can also lend you a hand."

Truman's voice was no longer heard, but the dream symbol did not disappear from the uniqueness of the "Red Priest".

Adam remained silent for a few breaths, ignoring the symbol, and, following some kind of cohesive force, combined the three "Conqueror" characteristics and uniqueness into the "Red Priest" potion.

This was a mass of blood-red, rusty liquid. The liquid stretched and eventually became a blood-red divine robe, which, drawn by some force, headed directly toward Arista Tudor.

Adam watched as the "Red Priest" potion seeped into Alistair's body, then slowly turned and looked in another direction.

boom!

The whole world was shaken, and countless people looked up to see the second "sun" in the sky.

The long-brewing war of the gods erupted in the Astral Plane, with the "Sun" and the Dream Sea appearing in that strange dimension filled with abstract authority.

Truman's true form and the "Sun" attacked the four true gods who had been watching him.

That's not easy to deal with. Without the Book of Dreams, being able to hold them off is already the limit.

"Dreamlike!" Chick suddenly looked up at the astral plane, about to leap up, but at that moment, a shadowy cross became infinitely huge, standing between heaven and earth.

Sassriel stood atop it, looking down at the world. "You can't go up there."

He reached out and pulled, and the shadows of the entire world seemed to be pulled by Him, forming a completely enveloping world that enveloped Chik.

"Get out of my way!" Chik shrieked, as countless dark, sticky tentacles transformed into frost and black flames, frantically pounding against the shadow world.

Sasriel also had a solemn expression. He had a feeling that something bad would happen if Truman faced this witch, so he stopped him here.

"Good brother!" The Hidden Sage took in everything from high above and sighed inwardly that Sasriel was indeed reliable.

It's best to avoid encountering Chik at this time to prevent any accidents from happening.

"Alistar Tudor..." Truman looked at the "ball of flesh" whose body was on the verge of collapse.

Arista Tudor is now on the verge of madness and out of control, transformed into a bloated mass of contaminated flesh.

But strangely enough, this lump of flesh did not truly go out of control; instead, it gradually ascended to the throne of gods, becoming a mad existence like an ancient god.

Their destinies intersected in a bizarre twist, and the Blood Emperor appeared in this world.

"But... I'm the one in charge!"

In the Fourth Age, which is now, he no longer needs to deliberately plan.

He only needs to go with the flow; his will is the tide of history.

Truman snapped his fingers, and a torrent of information, like a galaxy falling from the sky, illuminated the entire world.

One more chapter, coming later.

(End of this chapter)