Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 170 Testing

"And this 'Mysterious Waiter' document is still missing..."

Antigonus had already been keeping an eye on the last trace of the "mysterious servant" characteristics.

But this "mysterious waiter" seems to have disappeared, never appearing in any history.

"First, integrate the uniqueness, then seize Zarathustra's share of 'Mysterious Servant,' and finally use sufficient cohesion to find the last remaining characteristic!"

Antigonus stroked the "Fool's Mask" in his hand and made a decision.

The "divine one" can only see the flow of fate but cannot change it; the "clown" can only drift helplessly with the current of fate; but the "fool" has enough power to fool fate.

The period of wandering after the death of the Destroyer Wolf left it with a severe lack of security, and now the vast historical currents of the Fourth Age have brought its insecurity to its peak.

"Who can help me? Who will help me?"

Antigonus began to plan for the future in silence.

"Pares will help me, I might even pray to the Black Emperor..."

"But His Majesty the Black Emperor might refuse me because of Zarathustra, or even issue a decree forbidding the angels of the Solomon Empire from helping me."

Antigonus ruled out Solomon's option.

The best the Solomon Empire could do was remain neutral, since both Zarathustra and Antigonus were high-ranking nobles in the empire.

The two noble families had a long-standing feud, which the Black Emperor was able to suppress by force.

However, once Antigonus begins his plan, Zarathustra will not stand idly by.

"The Byron Empire and the Trensost Empire?"

Both of these empires are highly likely to help Him, but only if He betrays the Solomon Empire.

"Adam and Amon..."

After eliminating all other options, Antigonus could only find the two brothers.

As the sons of the Creator, Adam and Ammon's position has always been awkward.

They settled there after the establishment of the Terensust Empire, and the Ammon family became a major noble family in the Terensust Empire.

"Let's meet Adam in a private capacity first..."

Once Antigonus made his decision, he didn't hesitate for a moment. He immediately summoned his historical projection, "altered" the coordinates, and arrived at a church in the Terensus Empire.

Under the power of "desire," Adam should be here.

"Hey, a little wolf is coming." A crow landed on the church cross.

Clearly, Amon sensed something through the rhythm of fate and came here.

Of course, the entire kingdom of Trensost may already be filled with Amon's clones.

A gentle-looking priest was praying at the foot of the cross.

"Antigonus..." Adam's gaze fell on the historical projection of Antigonus.

"Do you want to take it a step further?" Amon asked first, with great interest.

It is not difficult to deduce such a result given enough information.

"Why don't you go find 'Supreme Dream'? I remember you're the angel of dreams, right?" Amon asked with a smile and malice.

"Oh, now 'Supreme Dream' is trapped in the gray fog by the witch!"

"Tsk! That's a witch, you know, Chick!"

Amon recalled happy memories.

boom!

Blazing white lightning erupted from the void and struck the crow directly.

The crow was jolted into the air by the electric shock, then fell stiffly to the ground, convulsing uncontrollably. The black markings around its eyes were shattered, and the "Time Bug" ability was reduced to its purest form.

"..."

Antigonus found it difficult to face the scene before him with a normal expression, so he simply pretended not to see it and kept his eyes straight ahead.

"Ahem." A classical scholar wearing a monocle in his right eye walked out of the church and showed Antigonus several books in his hand.

Antigonus tried to keep his gaze fixed, but Amun had already placed several books in front of him.

This is something I absolutely have to watch.

"The Dream Cult and the Witch: A Few Things", "Chik's Dream", "Dream Life Begins in the Second Era"...

These books contain extremely valuable occult knowledge, covering the history of the Second Age, the current state of the Dream and the Witch Cult, and even descriptions of the power and authority of the Dream.

The value of these books themselves is immeasurable.

There are only a handful of angels who could write these books.

Antigonus's face twisted completely, and he even had the urge to abandon this historical projection and run as far away as possible.

He felt that he knew something he shouldn't have known and might be silenced.

The god of mischief is a dreamlike student, but He is just an innocent angel passing by!

Click!

This time, a complete lightning storm struck Amon, turning his clone and the books into ashes.

The storm whipped up the ashes, which drifted and scattered, some even landing on Antigonus.

Antigonus had never felt death so close, just an arm's length away.

"That's right, I am Leodroda!"

Antigonus heard thunder and lightning in his ears, rolling like a tidal wave.

"...By the storm!" Antigonus, with the immense courage to offend the true god, controlled his historical projection and sent away this terrifying will with standard storm etiquette.

Wolf's life seems to be going too far at this moment.

"Ahem," a figure of Amon emerged from thin air and looked at Antigonus.

Antigonus's expression changed, and he immediately put the "Fool's Mask" on his face, "altering" the target of his ability to Amon.

"Fooling"!

Amon suddenly lost all ability to think. He opened his mouth wide, wanting to say something, but his mind went completely blank.

Amon's intelligence has been reduced, making it difficult for him to think.

"Stop fooling around." Adam looked up, grasped the silver cross, and used "daydreaming" to dispel the effect of "fooling".

"This isn't nonsense, I'm testing you!" A glint flashed in Amon's right monocle, and his intelligence once again took over.

"Look, it's dreamlike..."

Rumble!

Thunder roared again in the sky.

"Ahem, 'Lord of the Storm' only struck me, not you." Amon coughed lightly, tidied his words, and stated his purpose, which was essentially a test of Dream's attitude.

"What does this mean?" Amon asked, gently pinching his monocle with obvious pleasure.

"It was my choice to betray the dream and disappoint his expectations," Antigonus said in a low voice, his eyes lowered.

"Perhaps this is what he wanted to see," Adam gently comforted him; he was the best therapist.

Antigonus's brow relaxed, and he nodded calmly.

He walked up to Adam and sat down. Adam was leaning on the cross, smiling, still immersed in the joy he had just experienced.

He lost two incarnations, but the joy He gained was enough to make Him laugh for two thousand years.

(End of this chapter)