Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 429 The Battlefield of Angels

The two angels and Amon, the troublemaker, have all gathered on the battlefield, making the situation extremely complicated.

After the Angel War began on this battlefield, a palace appeared on the sea not far from the port of Pritz.

Amon's true form stood on the palace gate, casually stealing an unspecified number of fish bones from the body of a fish in the sea.

"Eat him... let him go... eat him..." Amon was already facing the most difficult choice.

The desire for the "Source Castle" was becoming increasingly difficult to suppress.

"Don't go over there." Just as Amon was about to finish counting the fish bones in his hands and the final result was about to be revealed, a gentle voice broke through Amon's boat.

"Once you pass through, darkness will descend upon you." A priest dressed in a white robe emerged from the palace and glanced in the direction of Pulitzer Port.

"Night? He's still holding back from consuming the unique 'Death God'?" Amon was silent for a moment after hearing the name Night, then threw the fish bone in his hand into the sea.

It doesn't matter how many times you count or what the result is.

"He is waiting for an opportunity." Adam looked at the shimmering sea, lost in thought.

He is waiting too.

……

"Amon! Help me!" Klein could only calm himself down by teasing Amon like this.

Without anyone noticing, a paper crane appeared in Klein's hand.

He traded ten specially made dream ice creams for the "Mercury Serpent," which was enough to deal with the situation at hand.

Besides, He has people above Him!

The "hidden angel" sent Him on a mission, so He was naturally responsible for saving His life at the last moment.

"Augustus..."

At that moment, Klein suddenly felt the space around him crumble, and the rules that had trapped him and the power of the scepter lost their effect.

At that moment, an image flashed through Klein's mind: a rift suddenly tore open behind William Augustus, and a large hand reached out and gently grasped him.

hum!

All the rules that had trapped Amon and Klein crumbled.

"The Hand of Order! It's Castia!"

Klein felt things were getting worse, and his little Sequence Four self was like a small boat in a storm, ready to capsize at any moment.

But the problem is that Klein is right in the eye of the storm!

He is only barely safe now because the outcome of the battle has not yet been decided.

"Castia? Well done!" Amon adjusted his monocle and glanced at the two "Hands of Order" who were now entangled.

They should have been the protagonists of this battle, vying for the chance to become gods, but some minor accidents occurred because of Amon's meddling.

The current situation is that the demigods of Sequence 3 and Sequence 4 have been completely relegated to the margins, and only the angels can truly determine the outcome!

Klein is now in a rather awkward situation. On the one hand, he dares not give up the "Scepter of Order," because if he does, he will have to face a group of Amon.

But if he doesn't relinquish the scepter, he can't escape the battlefield!

Caught in a dilemma, Klein looked at the frozen scepter in his hand and even considered unsealing it completely.

Even when sealed, it can still restrain Amon's power. If used properly after being unsealed, it might be able to escape.

Although the mission may end here, this is already the limit of his abilities.

Klein held the scepter in his hand, his desire to unseal it growing increasingly uncontrollable.

"Stop." A detached voice rang in Klein's ear, and Klein instantly snapped back to reality.

That was the voice of the "Hidden Angel".

Klein's body stiffened, and he almost threw the scepter in his hand!

This scepter is too strange; it is actually tempting him to break the layer of ice that is sealed. Now his extraordinary abilities and spirituality are suppressed, and his mind is in the weakest state. The scepter, which is still sealed, can still bewitch him!

It possessed the characteristics of being alive... Klein immediately sensed extreme danger; not only was danger outside the forbidden area impenetrable, but the situation inside the area was no better.

"I'm really not happy about this..." Amon looked at Klein, but this time he only looked at the scepter.

With a serious expression, He raised his hand and made a gentle stroke. His hand was like a sharp sword cutting through the forbidden area, and He walked towards Klein!

"It's 'deception'!" Klein's pupils shrank sharply. The "deception" of Amon's clone was enough to deceive the "Scepter of Order" after it was sealed.

He entered the forbidden zone and approached Klein step by step, bringing him silent terror.

"Zarathustra!" Klein heard George III's voice!

But what surprised him even more was that name!

hum!

A cloud of grayish-white mist appeared outside the forbidden zone, where a vortex formed, composed of countless transparent worms, with transparent, slippery tentacles extending outwards!

Klein had seen Zaratu once during the war in the Southern Continent!

The transparent worm vortex surged toward Amon's clone like a tide.

"I wish I could be free from the rules." An old and mysterious voice appeared in Klein's ears, and then he saw the transparent worm vortex enter the forbidden area.

These are true angels; once they get serious, they won't be stopped by a sealing artifact!

Both Amon's "deception" and Zarathustra's "miracle" can circumvent the corresponding rules.

Klein's heart tightened, and for a moment he dared not make any move.

Fortunately, Zarathustra must have made a deal with the Augustus family to stop Amon.

Zarathustra is not Amon and does not know Klein's true identity!

"Let me handle this." The Hidden Angel finally spoke again, probably feeling that it was too dangerous for Klein to face Zarathustra and Amon head-on, and that she had no choice but to save him.

A faint, unreal figure appeared before Klein, but its outline suggested it was the "Hidden Angel."

He exists in a semi-hidden state, residing in a hidden world, projecting onto reality, thereby circumventing the forbidden domain of the "Scepter of Order".

"You!" George III was already rushing toward the scepter, trying to take advantage of the gap in the angels' battles to retrieve it, but he was not as fast as the "Hidden Angel" and was still halfway there.

The "Hidden Angel" glanced at George III, pointed a finger, and the destination of George III's descent was "hidden," isolated by ripples in the spirit world.

"Alright!" Klein was about to throw the scepter in his hand to the "Hidden Angel".

"You can keep it." The appearance of the "Hidden Angel" seemed to silence the entire battlefield.

(End of this chapter)