Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 178 Snowflakes

"Demigods..." Truman roughly understood Salinger's intentions, which were simply to determine the authenticity of adjacent knowledge through the exchange between these demigods.

It goes without saying that a certain Russian researcher deserves credit for this.

"I am also secretly collecting various extraordinary traits of the 'Red Priest' pathway, cultivating extraordinary individuals of this pathway, and forming an army."

"He valued Binsi highly, and sent divine pronouncements several times to understand his situation..."

"Binsey?" Truman narrowed his eyes and nodded slightly.

"Also, the Witch Cult has been systematically withdrawing from Bayron for some reason..."

Azik Eggers recounted various pieces of information, and Truman gradually developed a causal thread in his mind, integrating all the information and pointing in the same direction.

"Can you go in and out of the underworld?" Truman finally asked Azik Eggers.

"Yes, He granted me the authority to enter and leave the underworld, and I personally fulfilled many of His requests," Azik replied without hesitation, nodding in response.

"Alright. Get ready, I'll go into the underworld with you."

Now that the Underworld is sealed off, Truman would be discovered by Salinger if he were to barge in directly.

"yes!"

Azik did not refuse, which was already a huge risk.

He voluntarily left the palace and went to the deepest part of the palace, which was Salinger's bedroom and also an entrance to the underworld.

"I think you should wait a bit." Truman followed behind Azik Eggers, calculating all the possibilities.

Then Truman saw the priest with the pale blond beard outside Salinger's palace.

"Adam?!" Azik Eggers' pupils shrank. He had a deep-seated fear of this priest, who had probably been led around by Adam throughout the Imperial War.

"We still have to wait?" Truman stroked his chin, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly as he looked at Adam. "He's already succeeded?"

Adam nodded slightly. "I've already looked into it, and I've learned something."

Salinger's current situation is a result of Adam's scheme and Truman's indulgence; they both want to see something from Salinger's success.

"But the situation may be more complicated than we anticipated," Adam said softly, a hint of emotion flickering in his eyes.

After all, those who are truly qualified to participate will not follow Adam's script; he is not yet a "dreamer."

"If you're going in now, be careful," Adam warned one last time before his figure faded and merged into the sea of ​​collective unconsciousness.

This is merely one identity that Adam has acquired, which he can abandon at any time.

"Be careful..." Truman fell silent for a moment after hearing the warning.

But he did not change his mind, and instead transformed into a false, non-existent thing and went to the underworld with Azik Eggers.

……

As Truman entered the underworld, snow began to fall in the rest of the world.

The veil that had been shrouding the "true kingdom of God" was drawn back, and two angels emerged from it.

It was Ouroles and Medici.

"Tsk, I didn't expect that even after falling to Sequence Two, I still have to go out. One wrong move and I'm really gone," Medici complained. The reason was probably that the oracle came from the "True Creator," but it originated from a dream.

"And that Torzner has been hiding for a thousand years, who knows where he went?" Medici said without holding back.

The oracle they received instructed them to seek out Torzner.

Truman will never forget the "Mother Tree of Desire".

Torzner is the best indicator for peering into the "mother tree of desire".

"Even my luck might not be enough to meet Him," Urolius shook his head.

Thorsner, the "God of Spirits," has not appeared on the world stage for nearly a thousand years since withdrawing from the "Redemption Rose," which murders the creator.

He is a proper King of Angels, yet he left no trace in the great war that took place over the previous thousand years. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought he was dead.

It's probably like the state Truman was in when he was searching for Him: creating a space for himself, developing followers, and living a life even more desolate than an ascetic, without competing or fighting.

This is very temperance-oriented.

"Doesn't He want to become a god? He doesn't leave a trace of it." Medici found it hard to understand.

Torzner had essentially collected all the materials needed to become a god, but he refrained from planning the ascension ceremony.

It's worth noting that even Ouroboros once hunted down another mercury serpent all over the world in preparation for becoming a god.

"The only places where extraordinary individuals with the 'Bound Ones' pathway congregate are the Pass River Valley and Star Plateau in the Southern Continent."

The two angels arrived in this land, which had been severely oppressed by the Byron Empire, through their own means.

"Huh? A demigod of the Blood Worship Cult?" Urolius's luck was real; he had just landed when he bumped into a demigod of the Blood Worship Cult.

The Blood Cult, a sect that worships demons and controls the "Abyss," has been active since the mid-Fourth Era and is currently the world's largest cult—the Witch Cult within the Church of the True God.

The "Abyss" pathway and the "Bound" pathway are adjacent pathways, representing unrestrained malice and restrained desires, and are inherently incompatible.

The appearance of a demigod from the Blood Worship Cult on this plateau was already unusual.

"Be careful, there's a problem." Urolius frowned, looking at the land in silence.

Medici's expression turned serious; Urolius's glimpses of fate were usually not wrong.

"Their smell is off too." Medici's nostrils twitched slightly as he used his "hunter's" intuition to sense the condition of his prey.

"They are about to perform a sacrifice..." In Ulrich's eyes, an altar was reflected, with the light of destiny shimmering within it; He saw the future.

"Kill them!" Urolius suddenly shouted, and Medici drew a dark red longsword from his body, his face cold as he slashed at the demon demigods.

"Reboot!"

Ulorus reached out and grasped, and a serpent of mercury broke free from the flow of fate.

His eyes were bright red and cold, and his body was covered with countless rotating discs composed of patterns and symbols, each with different details.

The enormous mercury serpent coiled up, opened its mouth and bit its own tail, transforming into a mysterious and exaggerated spinning wheel, head to tail connected. Countless runes emerged from its body, drawing the entire world into its rhythm.

The world has fallen into a regressive illusion.

The altars beneath the feet of the demigods crumbled, turning into piles of unformed materials.

But strangely, those demigods were unaffected by the "reboot".

The "reboot" of the Angel King's position is something even Sequence Two Angels cannot resist!

(End of this chapter)