Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 287 Amon: Huh?

Klein felt a sudden, inexplicable panic as he looked at the man in the black pointed hat, and his spirituality seemed to wither away.

"This is Amon." Truman tossed the portrait to Klein. "Take it back and hang it in your office. It'll keep all vengeful spirits and evil ghosts at bay."

"To ward off evil spirits, huh..." Klein couldn't help but mutter, trying to ease his own tension.

Incidentally, Truman simply pushed open his student's coffin.

There was no corpse inside, only a layer of pale gold cushion at the bottom, on which was a worm with twelve rings on its body.

"The Time Worm"! Amon left a "Time Worm" here!

This is also where it doesn't match Truman's memories.

This "Time Worm" is in a dormant state; once it awakens, it will become an avatar of Amon.

With just this one "Time Worm", the level of this tomb has already been raised to the level of an angel.

The presence of the insect instantly filled Klein and Leonard's minds with terrifying murmurs, causing their inspiration to surge wildly.

"Do not look directly at God!" Both of them had this thought.

"This is called the 'Time Worm,' and it's a very good magical material."

Truman's voice rang in Klein and Leonard's ears, bringing everything back to normal. Then he reached out and pinched the "Time Worm" out of the coffin.

The "Time Bug" was about to awaken at a certain moment, awakening its own consciousness, but in Truman's hands, it truly became a magical material.

This differs somewhat from Truman's memory, but it doesn't matter anymore.

While he was holding the "Time Worm," this clone of Amon would never wake up again.

This was probably just a casual move by Amon, likely a setup against the Church of the Night.

Truman tilted his head, glanced at Leonard, and then looked away. The next moment, the "Time Worm" turned to ashes and vanished.

To Klein and the others, this was simply the decay of time, but in reality, it fell into the hands of Pales.

This is probably one of the few times in thousands of years that this old man has managed to turn the tables on Amon.

At the same time, the time barrier disappeared, and Klein and Leonard were able to move around here again.

"Collect all the special characteristics here." Truman looked at the characteristics of the deceased Extraordinary Ones, as well as the various Extraordinary Creatures that had been eliminated outside.

This is already a huge fortune.

"Yes!" Klein responded with particular enthusiasm.

With the two of them quickly collecting the loot, many extraordinary properties were neatly categorized and stored away—they had anticipated this situation before they arrived and had brought a considerable number of tools for it.

In short, he returned with a full load, and Klein's smile never stopped.

After collecting the spoils, Klein turned his attention to the murals in the tomb chamber, which were more numerous and better preserved than those in the tomb passage.

The largest painting occupies most of the walls of the tomb chamber. It depicts a huge cross, taller than a mountain, covered with layers of light, making it exceptionally sacred.

A majestic and towering figure could be vaguely seen in front of it, as if supporting the heavens and the earth.

Below this being were two exceptionally prominent twelve-winged angels.

The faces of the two angels were indistinct. One of them had wings of a chaotic and dark color and wore an elaborate and gorgeous divine robe, adorned with various ornaments, exuding a sense of nobility and mystery.

And the other one...

Klein's eyes widened suddenly. The angel with the blurred face had twelve wings of different colors, with a dreamlike phosphorescence, radiating the light of the soul. It itself was an infinite and fantastical symbol.

"This is a dream angel?!" Klein was even a little incredulous, as it matched the dream angels originally recorded by various churches.

He had some understanding of the being before the cross; it might be the creator whom Silver City initially worshipped, and the enormous cross and the light and shadow supporting heaven and earth were symbols of Him.

Klein never expected to see the "Dream Angel" here.

"Why is this guy everywhere...?" Klein always felt like he was being shrouded in this guy's shadow.

Not only him, but the whole world is shrouded in the shadow of this dreamlike angel.

He is in the church scriptures, He is in everyday money, He is in mysticism...

You seem to be able to find this indelible trace of existence in all sorts of things.

This presence is just too strong...

Klein looked at the other angels; this man, who appeared to be the Creator, had a total of seven twelve-winged angels under his command.

This is already an extremely alarming number.

"Huh?" Klein looked at the next mural and suddenly noticed that both the Dream Angel and the Dark Angel had a toddler in their arms.

"Is this Amon?!" Klein looked at the toddler with black hair and black eyes who was playing with a monocle and suddenly realized something.

"The son of the Creator? This identity... is truly breathtaking." Klein guessed Amon's identity.

Klein was already wondering if he would be punished by the gods for robbing the tomb of the son of the creator.

However, it was Bishop Truman who stole it, not me... Besides, Bishop Truman is favored by the goddess, so he wouldn't be afraid even if Amon came.

Klein circled around and spotted Truman on the far side of the main burial chamber.

He noticed that the bishop was looking into a secluded corner.

In the corner stood a stone gate, on which was carved a clock-shaped symbol.

"This is... the land forsaken by God."

More accurately, it is the creator's kingdom and "Gensokyo" of the Third Epoch.

The Creator's Kingdom was Amon's homeland, which Sasriel placed in the Forsaken Land to protect the original followers of the Creator.

And "Gensokyo" is probably one of the things Amon wants most.

"The land forsaken by God? Isn't that where the 'Little Sun' is?" Klein blinked.

"It's best not to keep this." Truman waved his hand and wiped the door away.

The specific portal was transformed into a simple line drawing, becoming a few simple lines, and then erased by an eraser.

Klein was curious about this method since it was the first time he had seen it, but he didn't ask any questions and continued to search for spoils.

……

At that very moment, the true form of Amon, who was wandering in the deepest part of the ocean, suddenly frowned.

He looked toward Runebeckland and sensed that the "loophole" he had left behind had been concealed.

This is normal; the land where the Kingdom of Rune is located is, after all, the territory of the Goddess of Night, and it has been since the Fourth Age.

But after sensing it, the smile on his lips gradually froze, his head tilted to the side, and he uttered a puzzled sound, "Huh?"

He saw something so familiar in an instant through the "Time Worm" he left in the tomb.

It was an endless, dreamlike sea, with layers upon layers of dreamlike orbs of light on its surface.

(End of this chapter)