Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 281 Information Recording

Klein and Azik Eggers walked together across the desert battlefield, listening to an angel recount the events of that war.

"War has winners and losers, isn't that normal?" Klein sensed Mr. Azik's sadness, but didn't quite understand it. Even if they lost, he shouldn't act like this.

"However, I conceded defeat before the battle was decided," Azik said.

"At that time, the outcome of the battle was still uncertain, but because of me, the army suffered a great defeat and was completely wiped out."

"That's why those Solomon soldiers charged at me just now, because we were enemies. And my soldiers roared at me, questioning why I surrendered back then. They weren't without hope of returning with honor."

"I destroyed their hopes."

Klein listened to these secrets hidden in history, his mind a complete mess, unable to comprehend them.

At that moment, Klein was struck by a spiritual awakening and looked up ahead, where there seemed to be an illusory wall dividing the battlefield.

"This is the battlefield from back then. Would you like to go in and take a look?" Azik asked Klein.

"...Is that alright?" Klein asked cautiously.

"Of course, I also want to thank you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to find this sealed battlefield deep in the spirit world and see some of the details from back then."

"This battlefield has been lost in the spirit realm for a long time."

"Why did I come here? Is it a coincidence?" Klein suddenly asked.

"It could be a coincidence, or it could be the law of convergence of extraordinary properties," Azik replied.

That makes sense, but does it have the characteristics of the "diviner" path...? Klein nodded thoughtfully.

"Go in." Led by Mr. Azik, Klein passed through the wall that seemed to be made of illusory, faint light.

"Kill!" In a daze, Klein found himself on a battlefield more than a thousand years ago, where blood was splattering and lives were being harvested.

This was a war involving hundreds of thousands of people, and with the presence of an army of extraordinary individuals, the resulting casualties were terrifying.

The entire battlefield was like a giant meat grinder, burying both ordinary and extraordinary individuals.

This was completely different from the battles I knew of involving Extraordinary Beings. An organized army of Extraordinary Beings was terrifying... Klein was completely stunned.

"This is a rubbing of information from back then, preserved to this day because of the spirit world. Here you can see everything that happened back then," Azik explained, leading Klein to the top of a small mountain.

This is a great vantage point, offering a panoramic view of the entire battlefield.

Directly opposite was an ancient city. Klein's spiritual intuition pounded wildly, and he quickly lowered his head.

With just one glance, he saw thunder filling the sky, strict rules, and a blood-red tide.

But in that instant, Klein also remembered a truth of this world—never look directly at God!

Could the other side be a god?!

"Don't look at the surface, don't delve too deeply." Azik gently patted Klein's shoulder.

Klein's fear subsided considerably before he dared to look up. However, because of the fright he had just experienced, he didn't dare to look at the ancient city on the other side. Instead, he followed Mr. Azik's gaze to the other side of the hill.

There stands there... Mr. Azik?!

"That's me." Mr. Azik's expression turned very serious as he stared intently at his own information photo.

What appeared before Klein's eyes was Azik, dressed in noble black and gold armor, sitting high on a throne of bones.

He wore a golden phoenix crown on his head, and his gaze was cold and murderous.

This... doesn't seem like Mr. Azik at all!

Mr. Azik was arguably one of the most docile people Klein had ever met, a state that completely contradicted his perception.

He was more like a god, while Mr. Azik was more like a human being... Klein suddenly realized this.

"Azik, you've lost! The Byron Empire has lost too! Lost to Arista Tudor!"

A voice came from the city that Klein dared not even glance at.

At that moment, the expression of the "Death Archon," who was more like a god, suddenly changed.

"Azik, you must pay the price for the defeat in this war. From this day forward, I strip you of your position as consul!"

An even more magnificent voice descended from the endless heights, definitively sealing the fate of this war.

The deceased regent knelt on the ground, his crown falling to the dust.

This sudden turn of events left Klein wide-eyed, and the stalemate on the battlefield crumbled at that moment.

After morale plummeted to rock bottom, the opposing army launched a fierce attack, and the Byron Empire's army collapsed directly, with the final result likely to be total annihilation!

"War..." The outcome of this war gave Klein a strange sense of absurdity. The First Imperial War ended because of this one sentence?

What about the countless soldiers who fight on the battlefield?

"It's just a sentence..." Klein murmured.

"Yes, it's just a sentence," came Mr. Azik's voice.

"These words have erased all the efforts of me and my people over the past few years, wiped out all my soldiers, and allowed the other side to win the war between the two continents, thus helping Him to complete the ritual."

"Even my father god declared me a failure." Azik's face turned cold, much like the Death Archon who had fallen to the dust.

"..." Azik's words contained so much information that Klein felt suffocated.

"Was the outcome of this war predetermined from the beginning?" Klein asked.

"This is the trend of history," Azik suddenly said, uttering a phrase that sounded strangely familiar to Klein.

"The tide of history?!" Klein was startled.

“I’ve heard that before!” Klein said gravely, looking at Mr. Azik. “Among the assassins who killed Duke Negan, there are also some members of the Blood Cult today.”

"Some of their members are part of a clandestine organization that is pushing history in the direction they want it to go," Azik nodded slightly.

Klein heard something familiar again; he had seen similar descriptions in Russell's diary.

"Watch out for the audience," Azik warned Klein.

Klein nodded silently and noted the sentence down.

After joining the Curly-haired Baboon Research Society, his sources of esoteric knowledge expanded considerably.

After all, there are quite a few transmigrators who understand Chinese, and they will naturally collect Russell's diary, possess a lot of advanced knowledge, and exchange and discuss it at the conference.

He knew the characteristic that "everything that is spoken will be known," so he simply wrote it down and dared not think about it further.

(End of this chapter)