Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 28 Missionary Work

The Kingdom of the Sun God seems unusually lively today.

Sasriel, the right hand of God, summoned all the angels, including Dream.

"What's going on?" The dream angel Truman arrived at a super-large sacrificial plaza that housed tens of thousands of believers, with a statue of the creator standing in the center of the plaza.

It resembled the ancient sun god, but besides the blazing sun and the veil of shadow, this statue also possessed the power of storms, the mind, and knowledge.

This is the true image of the Creator, pointing to the all-knowing and all-powerful God, and the ancient sun god who now occupies the chaotic sea completely occupies this name.

Moreover, at the end of the war of the gods, the ancient sun god appeared in this form, and under the sun's rays, the whole world had many believers in the creator.

"The Kingdom of God will descend upon the earth." Sasriel solemnly proclaimed the divine decree to all believers.

"The Lord could not bear to see all souls suffer, so He brought His Kingdom into the world and saved all souls!"

As soon as Sasriel finished speaking, the sky above Heaven suddenly revealed a true starry sky, and the entire Heaven manifested in that endless star realm.

The stars twinkled, the sun's disc machine dispelled all darkness, and the divine kingdom began to manifest on earth.

To people in the real world, it was a miracle of the Creator.

A divine kingdom, embraced by a light and shadow that filled the entire star realm, descended to earth and instantly traversed endless distances to arrive above a continent, no more than a hundred meters above the ground.

It floats in mid-air, like that miraculous city.

The sunlight descended, transforming into a path of light that connected the divine kingdom with the continent.

"Go forth and spread the Lord's glory to every corner of the world!" Sasriel looked at the believers gathered in the sacrificial square.

These were all missionaries, and even had many admirers; they were all excellent candidates for missionary work!

"Go and protect the believers," Sasriel said, looking at the five archangels.

"Yes!" Medici and the others nodded solemnly. In this era, missionary work was not just about empty words.

These angels are required to perform "miracles," just like Truman did before.

"I'll choose this direction." Truman looked at a long line of missionaries, whose destinations were all modern-day human settlements.

Truman has a vague feeling about this direction and should make some discoveries.

He came to the missionary group and personally led them forward.

He performed a miracle—angel wings, as if twelve illusory wings were gathering behind him, fluttering slightly and scattering light, protecting the group of missionaries. This disc player dispersed all the monsters and purified the hearts of countless people.

Not long after, Truman led these missionaries to their destination.

"It really is you, Hermes." Truman chuckled and nodded.

"This is the Dream Angel, he is the prophet of humanity! The source of all knowledge!" Hermes sensed an unusually holy aura approaching, and even that the city-state was preparing to retreat.

Upon seeing Truman, he was overjoyed.

"Is this what you've accomplished over this period of time?" Truman looked behind Hermes and saw a group of young men and women, whom he perceived as extraordinary individuals!

In today's world, the concentration of extraordinary characteristics is extremely high. Basically, just taking a trip around the ancient god kingdoms will allow you to encounter many extraordinary creatures.

With the saint Hermes around, it's very easy for these people to acquire special abilities.

These are probably the first extraordinary beings in human history to advance independently using magic potions without relying on gifts; they are the true hope of humanity!

Hermes's expression turned serious. "No, this is your achievement!"

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to acquire this knowledge at all."

Truman shook his head slightly, but Hermes still considered himself a follower.

Truman looked at the group of men and women, there were twenty-two of them, and they came from various sources.

They were also pioneers on humanity's extraordinary path.

He turned to the missionaries behind him and said, "You guys go in first."

Hermes' expression changed, but in the end he did not try to stop it.

"Human beings, especially those of this era, need faith." Truman saw through Hermes's thoughts and shook his head slightly.

Hermes lived in an era of brutality and cruelty among the ancient gods, and witnessed countless disasters caused by their tyranny. It would be psychologically difficult for him to truly believe in a particular god.

But for humans, having faith is not a bad thing, especially when angels and gods also need humans as "anchors" to stabilize themselves.

In such cases, faith in a particular deity will bring genuine protection.

This is important for humanity today, which is already quite vulnerable.

"My kinsman, would you be interested in learning about the Savior of the world, the Creator who created and rules over all things?"

"He created the world and saved it, awakening it from chaos and restoring shelter to us, his creation."

"He has six archangels under his throne, who are..."

When the missionaries entered this great city-state, they spoke of the miracles created by the Creator to everyone they met. Not long after the battle with the ancient gods, the fear of helplessness was deeply imprinted in the hearts of all mankind at that time.

The fact that the sun god protects the entire world and shelters all living beings is a huge plus.

Even those who once had faith would not feel any ill will towards such a being.

In this way, there should be virtually no problems with this missionary work.

"Is it that being?" Hermes's expression softened considerably upon hearing that it was about the Creator.

Truman withdrew his gaze. He didn't need to concern himself with missionary work; maintaining the mystery and power of an angel was enough for him here.

He turned his attention back to those human extraordinary individuals who were already at Sequence Nine.

"Would you like to believe in the Dream? It's free anyway, so believe a little bit." Suddenly, Truman took out the Dream Book, which looked ordinary.

"If you find other objects of faith in the future, that's fine too, I won't blame you."

"And everyone who believes in me can go further on the path of sequence."

Truman's name, with its pronunciation in the language of giants, resonated in the hearts of these extraordinary young people.

The young men all looked at Hermes, waiting for him to make a decision.

"May I also believe in you?" Hermes asked, posing a question that astonished Truman.

"...Of course." Truman nodded gently.

"Very well!" Hermes led the twenty-odd young people to begin loudly reciting the name of the Dream Angel.

"The Spirit of Truth..."

The next moment, Truman felt a strange connection between himself and the person in front of him, and Hermes's faith was particularly noticeable.

"My believers, undisturbed by madness, are ultimately in a dream."

It wasn't Truman who spoke, but rather his idol in the Creator's Kingdom, on which Truman had implanted many automatic response functions, allowing it to draw upon the power of the Book of Dreams to complete daily responses from believers.

(End of this chapter)