Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 173 "Half a Fool"

The angels who looked into Antigonus's eerie eyes all felt the pressure.

There seems to be some kind of terrifying will remaining within it.

"Brother..." "Mother of Heaven" couldn't help but take a step forward.

hum!

Upon hearing this call, Antigonus turned to look at the "Mother of Heaven" at the edge. The previous attack was too terrifying; even a Sequence 2 angel could not get close.

"Sister... Sister?" Antigonus murmured the entire title, seemingly deep in thought, perhaps influenced by blind folly.

After a few breaths, the eeriness in Antigonus's eyes vanished, replaced by a normal, bright light.

Overjoyed, the "Mother of Heaven" was about to step forward.

"Stop!" Adam said softly. The "Mother of Heaven" stopped in her tracks, her body stiffening.

Adam and Antigonus stared at each other silently for several seconds. During those seconds, Amon and Bethel were preparing to strike again if Adam shook his head.

"That's enough." Adam finally withdrew his gaze and nodded gently, making a judgment on Antigonus's current mental state.

"Phew!" Amon and Bethel both breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as it's not that "Lord of Mysteries".

"Looking at it this way, it's not like there's no chance after all..." Amon's thoughts had already drifted to a certain possibility.

"Don't try it," Antigonus finally managed to say.

But His voice remained low and filled with pain. The "Fool's Mask" on His face gradually faded and merged into His body, but His face was unusually pale, as He was experiencing unimaginable pain.

"They will die." Antigonus's words extinguished all of Amon and Bethel's hopes.

"Is the King of Angels the highest and most stable rank, or is it built upon the protection of a Creator or a Supreme Dream?"

After a long while, Antigonus's body gradually warmed up, his pain lessened, and his tone softened slightly.

"The slightest thought that touches the true God will lead to His return."

This is Antigonus's assessment, as he was mired in difficulties.

In order to pay this reward, He revealed the condition of His internal body to others.

The "Fool's Mask" was reflected in a sphere made of spirit insects, and around the "Fool's Mask" was a black cloak with countless tentacles that were faintly visible.

This is the manifestation of the will of the "Lord of Mysteries," which has now fallen silent due to the simplified ritual, the "anchor" provided by the believers, and the dreamlike imprint.

“I even have a gut feeling,” Antigonus said, looking at the thoughtful group. “I shouldn’t be looking for that last ‘Mysterious Servant’ trait.”

"Being a 'half-fool' is my limit."

"Hmph." Amon chuckled, it was unclear whether He believed it or not, and then He left the Hornachis Mountains directly.

Adam nodded slightly and left.

"I can help you once," Bethel said to Antigonus.

He contributed the least to this ceremony, but he witnessed everything. Under the condition of an equal exchange, He still needs to help Antigonus once.

"Then I would like to ask Mr. 'Door' to help me retrieve Zarathustra's share of the properties," Antigonus stated his request directly.

"Of course, you don't need to do anything, sir. Just tell me Zarathustra's coordinates."

For extraordinary beings who follow the same path, Antigonus, after merging with uniqueness, is like Amon for the "wrong" path.

"...Okay." Bethel thought for a moment and nodded slightly.

"That's about it." At this moment, Truman also opened the Book of Dreams and put the entire Hornach Mountains back into the real world.

The substitution of the real and the illusory with the "true" authority is so wondrous that no one has even discovered that the real Hornach Mountains have gone to the dreamlike heaven.

"You've taken a bit of a risk." This refers to Adam and Truman, who risked testing the will of the "Lord of Mysteries."

"Who knows if He's using us?" Truman shook his head slightly.

Even now, he hasn't given up monitoring Antigonus. Dealing with a top-notch "fraudster" requires constant vigilance.

"This cannot be verified." After reaching the angelic level, one's mind will more or less be stitched together with a mental imprint that does not belong to oneself, and madness is inevitable.

In this situation, almost every angel would occasionally fall into a state of near-madness.

Therefore, sometimes they cannot discern whether, when making a certain decision, all their thoughts are under their control and represent the choice they most want to make.

This cannot be proven or disproven.

Because once that part of the "self" is denied, even an angel will turn into a monster.

"Fregra..." The Goddess of Night did not ask any further questions; she trusted Truman's judgment.

"No need to worry," Truman gave a clear answer. "This time, the wolf's backup plan against Antigonus has been completely cut off."

To be devoured by the "Lord of Mysteries" and have his authority and power seized—there could be no more tragic fate.

“‘Mother of Heaven’,” Amanises suddenly uttered a name.

She is the daughter of Fregra, carrying his bloodline, and is also an angel of the "Night" pathway, making her an excellent choice for a resurrection vessel under normal circumstances.

In this respect, ancient gods and true gods are the same.

"Oh..." Truman shook his head slightly, "The remnant spirit of the 'Destruction Wolf' has been devoured by the 'Lord of Mysteries,' and there is no hope of its resurrection."

"Alright." Amanisis was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly, abandoning the idea of ​​destroying the Night Kingdom.

Afterwards, Amanises' figure slowly disappeared, but Truman was in no hurry and continued to observe Antigonus from there.

As for Bethel and Antigonus's hunt against Zarathustra, that was rather unremarkable.

Under the machinations of two angel kings on the same and adjacent routes, even the "mysterious servant" was powerless to resist.

"The second 'Mysterious Servant'..." Antigonus did not delay and directly absorbed this characteristic into his body.

At the same time, He was also using Zarathustra's remaining spirit to balance the influence of the "Lord of Mysteries" on him.

At this moment, the serene dream symbol flickered with phosphorescence, borrowing enough power from the Book of Dreams to neutralize the madness and hypnotize the will of the "Lord of Mysteries".

Nothing unexpected happened; under Truman's watchful eye, Antigonus showed no signs of losing control.

Antigonus truly became "half a fool," a position that gave him sufficient self-preservation even in an era when a true god walked the earth.

"'Fraud'..." Truman stared for a long time before pulling Bethel back to continue reinforcing the gray fog.

(End of this chapter)