Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 35 The New Era

There is no sense of urgency about the end of the world in this era. For angels who can basically achieve immortality, time is very cheap.

But even for angels, the events of the past few hundred years have left them with a sense of déjà vu.

First, the ancient god structure that had lasted for hundreds or thousands of years was suddenly broken. The vampire progenitor, along with the Destruction Wolf and the Alien King, self-destructed and died, and nearly half of the ancient gods died.

A self-proclaimed creator god has appeared, spreading his teachings and disseminating sequence potions that can make ordinary creatures extraordinary.

Then, the ancient god forces that recovered from the ancient god wars disliked each other and launched a supernatural race war that lasted for hundreds of years in order to seize the legacy of the dead ancient gods.

In this horrific war, the giants and dragons achieved the greatest victories, their power rapidly expanding and suppressing the other ancient god races.

After the war ended, the world returned to a certain degree of peace.

According to the records of the Elven race, this era is known as the Twin Age.

Of course, in this era, the ordinary human race also developed greatly due to the Creator's missionary work, and major human city-states were rapidly built on several continents.

Within the largest city-state of mankind today, humans are protected by the dream angels under the Creator, so there is no need to worry about attacks from extraordinary races or monsters.

The city center is naturally home to the largest cathedral dedicated to the Creator, while next to it is a statue of the Dream Angel.

In the dreamlike church, beneath a dreamlike statue, an old man in a grey-white robe is praying devoutly.

The old man had an unremarkable appearance, his hair was completely white but still thick enough, and his eyes were like a deep abyss, but too calm to stir any emotion.

"Mr. Hermes," a respectful voice came from outside the church, "the giants have come to visit."

Hermes's prayers ceased, her brow furrowing slightly. "Has it finally come?"

He stood up and followed the clergy outside the church.

"Good day, great god of dawn, goddess of harvest." Hermes bowed to the two towering giants.

"Hermes!" The Dawn God Bardherl was now emboldened by the power of the giant race, and the shadows of the past seemed to have been swept away, and he had regained his glory.

"Two gods, this is not something I can decide." Hermes still refused. He had an extreme aversion to anything related to the ancient gods and would never cooperate with them.

Moreover, it would be foolish to get involved in the battle between the ancient gods.

"You!" A flash of dawn light appeared in Badhall's single eye, as if a terrifying storm of light was flashing, and the entire city-state trembled!

"I am the chosen one of the Dream Angels." Hermes' expression remained unchanged as she calmly stated a fact.

Today, the belief in the Creator has spread to all continents and islands, and the angels under the Creator's throne have left behind countless legends.

Among them, the Dream Angel is the most mysterious, appearing several times over hundreds of years and leaving behind many legends. It has a perfect record of winning against several gods and protecting many believers.

So far, no one has been able to guess the route He took!

This made many of the ancient gods' subordinate gods very wary of this dream angel.

Upon hearing this name, Badheir felt the light of dawn intensify, not out of fear, but out of disgust.

"You think I wouldn't dare kill you?" Badheel drew a twilight greatsword from the void and pointed it at Hermes.

Hermes, now a Sequence 3 "Dreamweaver," calmly observes everything, with what appears to be dragon scales emerging on her skin.

The light of dusk eroded the void, as if a life-or-death battle was about to begin. With the giants' overwhelming destructive power, this largest human city-state would be destroyed after the battle!

"Alright, everyone, quiet down." Omibella's gentle voice quelled the conflict.

Hermes nodded calmly, while Badheir snorted coldly.

If the son of the giant king destroys a city protected by the Creator, he is declaring war on the Creator.

At this time, the Creator remained detached and did not intervene in any of the ancient gods' struggles.

"We've had a fairly pleasant collaboration with Dream once, why don't you go and ask Him for instructions first?" Omibella said to Hermes.

"Next time we come, we hope to hear good news." Omibella nodded slightly to Hermes and led Badhall away.

This is their second time here. What gives them such patience is the number of extraordinary beings that humanity has gradually accumulated over the past few centuries, and the dreamlike angel standing behind them.

He might even have considered making some kind of secret deal with the Creator...

Hermes understood this, which is why he dared not agree. The struggle between the ancient gods was far too dangerous, and even the number of extraordinary beings that humanity had developed over the past few hundred years was not enough!

"Come to the Kingdom of Creator." In that instant, a voice reached Hermes' ears.

His eyes suddenly lit up, and he prayed and gave thanks for the dream's favor before hurrying to the Creator's heaven.

The Creator's Kingdom has now been fully integrated into this continent, becoming a gathering place for human faith, and these believers almost all believe in the returned Creator.

This was not Hermes' first time here, and he was soon led by the clergy to a church dedicated to the Creator.

Inside were two figures, none other than the Dream Angel and the Vice-King of Heaven!

The Dream Angel looks exactly the same as when he first met her, without any changes, only more mysterious and unpredictable.

As for the Vice-King of that Kingdom, it was impossible to fathom his existence.

Hermes instinctively lowered his head, unable to look directly at her.

But he wasn't far from the two of them, and he vaguely heard something.

"...Convene parliament...a historical trend..."

"...waiting for the opportunity...attracting attention...they are ready..."

Many of the words sounded very profound to Hermes, and he dared not understand them.

"Let me prepare everything first." Gradually, the two stood up and looked at Hermes.

"I've seen the Hermes language you created; it's quite good," Sasriel said, praising Hermes without reservation.

"Stop just talking, produce something. He needs to be involved this time too." Truman joined forces to fight for the interests of his followers.

"Uh..." Sasriel was speechless for a moment, then nodded at Hermes, "I can give you an advance on your payment." Sasriel pulled aside the shadow behind him and took out an eye the size of a fist.

These eyes are quite peculiar, with pale gold pupils and an air of majesty. Their surface is covered with countless symbolic symbols and strange patterns, connecting to the sea of ​​the collective unconscious.

If you stare intently at this eyeball, you might even feel as if this strange eyeball is watching you, with an overwhelming dragon's might emanating from it, as if it wants to see through all the secrets of your heart.

This is the eyeball of the Mind Dragon, or rather, its characteristic!

(End of this chapter)