Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 279 Battlefield a Thousand Years Ago

Hidden underground on the outskirts of Backlund.

The blood was flowing and accumulating, and had already filled a pool.

Beside the pool stood a meticulously dressed nobleman and a lady in a simple white robe.

Both of them looked at the blood pool that emitted a faint, eerie light and nodded in satisfaction.

"Your sincerity in cooperating is very evident, and we are very satisfied," the woman said softly, appearing holy and dignified even under the glow of the blood-red light.

"Then let's hope Lady Despair will give us the promised altar as soon as possible." The nobleman was attracted by its holiness and dignity, his eyes flashing with a blatant desire.

However, this nobleman was well aware of how terrifying the desperate lady before him was, and dared not approach her.

Lady Despair, also known as the Nightingale of Despair, is a terrifying witch who has brought despair and destruction to countless people; even the real devil cannot compare to her.

"Please wait a moment, the altar is ready," Lady Despair gave a definite answer.

"That's for the best!" The nobleman snorted and left, leaving only a desperate lady guarding the pool of blood.

Lady Despair stepped forward, her eyes flashing with dark shadows. Behind her, vengeful spirits, howling in despair, flew out and plunged into the pool of blood.

The pool of blood was stained with black resentment. Lady Despair admired her creation with satisfaction.

In a moment of despair, the woman looked up into the void and walked out of the blood pool in shock, arriving at a stone chamber next to it where a witch and a dream statue were enshrined.

Both statues were carved from bone, their surfaces smooth and lustrous like jade.

Beneath the witch's skeletal statue lay a crystal ball, which at this moment emitted a dark and filthy light.

"Triss...has matured?!" Lady Despair was shocked and speechless.

This progress exceeded everyone's expectations in the Witch Cult.

Lady Despair stepped forward quickly and placed her hands on the crystal ball. At that moment, she seemed to hear Triss's scream in the spirit world.

"What I desire but cannot obtain..." The Despairing Lady's eyes glazed over as she received some kind of revelation from the crystal ball.

"Is this the key to maturity? All those before were just getting closer to the 'original'..."

"Dream is indeed the only antidote to the 'Original'."

……

Klein didn't know how much time had passed when he woke up.

"Where am I?" Klein felt a throbbing pain in his head, but he still managed to prop himself up.

He looked around in the dim light and saw only desolation, with yellow sand covering everything.

"Teleportation isn't reliable either..." Klein pulled Arodes out of the sand beside him.

The Mirror of Arodes was emitting a faint glow, and this area bore traces of lightning; it had been protecting Klein during his slumber.

"Supreme Master, you have finally awakened! Do you need my service?" Countless fireworks suddenly exploded on the mirror's surface, expressing the mirror's ecstatic joy.

It was that familiar taste… Klein's mood eased slightly. He nodded gently and asked, "Where is this?"

"This area still falls within the realm of spirits, but I cannot provide specific coordinates for its exact location."

The spirit world… Klein frowned; this was truly troublesome.

"The spirit world theoretically does not exist as a physical realm, but by chance, or if someone tears open the spirit world, some buildings in the real world may fall into the spirit world, forming the landscape we see today."

The text continuously appears on the surface of the Mirror of Arrodes, which is an extension of the Klein problem.

"Master, what does this place remind you of?"

"A...battlefield." Klein glanced around, seeing only yellow sand, but he also noticed something different.

For example, this...

Klein brushed away the surface sand with his hand and saw a pale skeleton.

Klein paused for a moment, then continued to brush away the surface sand. It was a relatively complete skeleton, with decayed armor on it, making it impossible to tell which era it belonged to.

"Which battlefield is this?" Klein asked.

"In the Fourth Age, the First Imperial War took place between the Solomon Empire and the Byron Empire."

Arrodes gave an answer.

Klein's facial expression remained unchanged, but his heartbeat actually quickened.

Looking at this expanse of yellow sand, he felt as if history had descended upon the present.

"The victor of this war was the Solomon Empire, but strangely, after this war, the Solomon Empire at its peak lost more than a third of its territory to the newly rising Tronsus Empire."

Klein, after all, graduated from a history department university, so he knew these basic facts.

"I'm sorry, Master, I dare not even peek into this war, as it involves many angels and gods."

Klein paused, then nodded thoughtfully. It seemed that many of the so-called mysteries in history books were actually just struggles between these high-sequence extraordinary beings, angels, and even true gods.

Klein walked through the yellow sand, gradually approaching the center of the battlefield. The number of skeletons on the road increased, and many pieces of rotten armor and weapons were scattered in the sand.

"Click!"

Klein instantly became alert and looked in the direction of the sound.

"Roar!" The yellow sand exploded, and a skeleton shimmering with black light rushed towards Klein, still wielding a broken weapon in its hand.

"Bang!" Klein snapped his fingers, and an air bomb hit the skeleton's spine, blasting it in two.

These skeletons are not even as powerful as a Sequence Nine; they seem more like evil spirits formed in this special environment.

"How do I get back?" Klein's mind was racing with various thoughts.

There is actually a way to go back. One way is through the Illusion Realm. This battlefield does not have a strong barrier that can prevent Klein from entering the Illusion Realm. After entering the Illusion Realm, he can contact Bert through the Curly-haired Baboon Research Association.

Secondly, through the Tarot meeting, Klein became certain that he could now sense the gray fog, and that he could reach the top of the gray fog by taking four steps in reverse.

"The difficulty is that I don't even know where I am!" This was the most challenging thing for Klein.

Wait a minute! Klein suddenly remembered something in his pocket.

Klein took out the bronze whistle from Azik Eggers.

This bronze whistle might help Mr. Azik locate himself.

He has maintained correspondence with this teacher, seeking advice on occult knowledge or simply venting about the bizarre things he encounters in his life and work.

After graduation, the teacher-student relationship between Klein and Mr. Azik actually became even closer.

"However... it seems Mr. Azik has been in some trouble lately." Klein scratched his head.

"I'll find another opportunity to repay Mr. Azik later..." Klein hesitated for a moment, then blew the brass whistle.

(End of this chapter)