Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 461 Pilgrimage to "Gensokyo"

Klein stood atop the gray fog, watching the angel kings gradually retreat, speechless with shock.

"The uniqueness of 'Dream'... How can something like that exist?" His immediate thought was that the current "Supreme Dream" might not be as supreme as it once was...

"Will there be any problems with the Dream Sect?" You know, the Dream Sect's special status today comes from "Supreme Dream".

"Nothing serious will happen, after all, no one can be sure of the state of 'Supreme Dream'." Klein quickly made his judgment.

"But who knows what will happen in the future."

But Klein quickly shook his head; even if He was about to become an angel, this was not something He could get involved in.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the cloak behind him placed the decomposed "Miracleist" attribute in front of him—after the seal was broken and it was used once, the cloak seemed to come alive, and the connection between it and Klein became very close.

The "Miracle Worker" has a heart-like shape, is as transparent as crystal, and occasionally emits tiny bubbles, each of which seems to contain a kind of illusion.

Klein used the power of the cloak to separate all of Zarathustra's traits, leaving him with a pure "Miracleist" trait.

"The biggest problem now is the ritual..." Klein pinched a corner of the cloak and gently rubbed it, and the cloak seemed to respond to him as if it had a life of its own.

But none of this brought him comfort; instead, it brought him an overwhelming sense of horror.

"Let's complete the ritual for Sequence 2 of the 'Dream' pathway first." Klein took the Dream Card into his hand.

He quickly returned to the real world and went straight to St. Samuel's Church.

With a hiss... Klein sensed something, but without resistance, he was taken by the "hidden" power to that hidden world that was not unfamiliar to him.

"Congratulations." The voice of "Hidden Angel" was like the tranquil fragrance of night-blooming jasmine, calming Klein's restless mind after he acquired the "Miracleist" trait.

"Thanks."

"Why did the 'Hidden' Lady summon me?" Klein asked.

"The trait of 'Weather Wizard'." "Hidden Angel" directly tossed a trait to Klein.

"What is this?" Klein was suddenly a little frightened.

"Yes, it's that 'Weather Wizard'." The "Hidden Angel" confirmed Klein's suspicions.

Klein was naturally somewhat at a loss, but then something occurred to him, "So this is what you really wanted."

In the previous battle to hunt Zarathustra, Klein did not attempt to bring out the historical projection of this "Hidden Angel".

One reason is that this angel has recently disappeared without a trace, and even Klein could not contact him through the Sanctuary. Unexpectedly, he killed an angel of the Fussac Empire with his first move.

"I hope you can take this property to the Solomon Empire and give it to the Church of the 'True Creator'," said the "Hidden Angel."

"The Church of the 'True Creator'?" Klein was slightly taken aback; this kind of church was quite rare in Rune.

The "Hidden Angel" nodded slightly without explaining, "You can proceed with your promotion now."

With a gentle wave of her hand, the "Hidden Angel" placed a parchment scroll in Klein's hand.

"The 'Dream' pathway sequence two 'Child of Fantasy' ascension ceremony: Pilgrimage to 'Gensokyo'..."

Klein was stunned; he hadn't expected the "Child of Illusion" ritual to be like this.

"Gensokyo, a name that exists in the Book of Dreams, is said to be the original divine realm of the Supreme Dream, the origin of all its power, and the place where all human dreams converge..."

In short, Gensokyo holds a supreme position within the Fantasy Cult.

Unfortunately, even in the "original holy book" that Klein had seen, there was no record of the location of "Gensokyo".

For ordinary "True Apostles," finding out the location of "Gensokyo" is the first and most crucial step.

But Klein already knew this now, no, he knew it even before he became an Extraordinary.

"The land forsaken by the gods..." Klein thought of this legendary place abandoned by the true gods.

But in reality, this abandoned land is where humanity's most beautiful aspirations converge.

But how easy is it to enter a land forsaken by God?

While Klein was silently contemplating, the "Hidden Angel" had already removed Klein from the Hidden World, and he reappeared in St. Samuel's Church.

Buzz... Klein subconsciously looked up, and the holy emblem representing the goddess of the night was trembling slightly, with the bright stars and crimson moon on it shimmering with a faint light, which finally fell on Klein.

Blessing from the Goddess of the Night!

This was an unexpected bonus for Klein.

"With this blessing, and the addition of the Dream card, you don't need to worry about being located unless you run into Antigonus and Amon face to face."

Klein breathed a sigh of relief; Antigonus and Amon, who had appeared during that hunt, had really frightened him.

Klein could relax a little... He relaxed his tense body and listened quietly to the bishop's sermon, allowing his mind to become more at ease under the power of tranquility.

……

Truman wandered aimlessly across the battlefield.

The war, which has spread across half the continent, is gradually intensifying, and the angel-level battles on the battlefield in Klein are not unique.

Rune was caught in a pincer attack and was in a bad situation, but strangely enough, it was Rune who achieved the most results.

Moreover, due to the intervention of the Dream Cult, the unrest among the people of Rune was less than expected.

"Miss Diamond is still working very hard." Truman saw "John Constantine".

He reappeared in Rune, using the authority of the Dream Cult to interfere in the lives of the people within Rune's territory, barely maintaining their basic needs for survival.

"However, the current war is still just a small-scale skirmish..."

Truman paused for a moment, then took a step, crossing half the continent and arriving at the sanctuary of the Church of the "True Creator".

This place adheres to the ancient architectural style of the Tertiary period, with tall pillars, solemn reliefs, and a huge cross that looks like it is radiating golden light.

"What are you doing here?" A person with red hair, wearing black armor, and a banner mark on his forehead suddenly appeared next to a pillar.

He leaned against the pillar, crossed his arms, and looked at Truman with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Could it be that after losing a unique part, its status fell and it came seeking protection?" His tone carried a strong sense of sarcasm, making one want to punch him.

"You're not being mute just because you don't speak." Truman rolled his eyes, ignored Medici, and walked into the church.

(End of this chapter)