Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 462 Medici

Truman realized that he seemed to have never been here before.

However, after he stepped into the church, a shadow loomed over everything, and Medici and Ouroboros appeared beside Truman.

The next instant, the shadows of the world began to pulsate, forming a stairway to heaven on the three faces.

At the end of the stairs lies the kingdom of the "True Creator," where a huge cross stands, and beneath the cross sits a man dressed in a magnificent dark black robe, with shoulder-length hair flowing freely.

"At least you didn't hang yourself on it," Truman said sarcastically, looking at the cross and then at Sussril beneath it.

Medici raised an eyebrow and smiled. He glanced secretly at Urolius beside him, but Urolius seemed not to have heard anything and did not react at all.

This left Medici somewhat helpless, so he could only amuse himself.

"This is your first time here." Sasriel gestured for Truman to sit beside him, while the two angels sat below him.

"To be honest, I know you've put a lot of effort into the Illusionary Realm, but I didn't expect you to dare to extract the uniqueness," Sasriel said, not without surprise.

Truman made the deal with Adam, and Sussril was unaware of the specifics.

Afterwards, he created the illusionary realm all by himself, causing a huge commotion, but no one was able to see the changes within it.

"If you want to gain more, you have to put your most precious things on the table." Truman was very calm. Only he knew the true effects of the illusionary realm, and now it was almost time to reap the rewards.

"That's more like you." Sasriel nodded slightly, not bothering to ask any further questions.

"So what brings you here?" Sasriel asked Truman about his purpose for coming.

"I'm here to inform you," Truman said, looking at Medici.

"..." Medici was slightly taken aback, and then a terrifying blood-red fighting spirit suddenly rose in his eyes.

Even Ulrich couldn't help but glance at his colleague from thousands of years ago a couple more times.

"You mean it's my turn to step in?" Medici raised an eyebrow slightly. "This war?"

"Yes, whether it works or not depends on your own abilities." Truman nodded gently.

He came here to get Medici involved in this war and to add fuel to the fire in this world!

"What the hell? The apocalypse is still more than a decade away, and you're making me do it!" Medici was inexplicably excited, yet somewhat incredulous.

Since the beginning of the Fifth Age, after He obtained all the "Conqueror" traits and uniqueness of the "Red Priest" pathway, He has been waiting for an opportunity.

The Fifth Age was a dreamlike era, and He did not allow it; no one could start a war that would sweep across the entire continent during this time.

"A quick victory might reduce some of the losses, but don't blame me for not warning you to be careful, or you might really mess things up."

"It's your old flame..." Medici's mouth moved faster than his brain, the sarcastic remark almost blurting out.

"Hmm?" Truman's gaze turned dangerous.

"Cough cough!" Medici felt as if the entire Dream Sea was hanging over his head, and he had no choice but to lower his head.

"The end of the world is coming, everyone's panicking, I know!"

Medici seemed very confident in himself.

"No, it's not just people who are in a hurry," Truman said meaningfully, his gaze falling on the banner mark between Medici's eyebrows.

These source materials have been suppressed by Truman for thousands of years. Now that the apocalypse has arrived, and it just so happens that "Supreme Dream" is suspected of falling in rank, it's going to be quite a spectacle.

Medici noticed Truman's gaze and his expression hardened.

"Alright, that's all I have to say. You can handle whatever you want with it. I've already said I won't interfere in these matters anymore."

After all, a "Supreme Dream" whose status has seemingly fallen doesn't have that kind of leisure.

Medici nodded silently.

Truman then looked at Urolius, the very angel he had first met.

Truman and Urolius exchanged a glance, with Urolius looking at Truman with clear eyes, but showing no reaction whatsoever.

It can only be said that the time is not yet right. This is the special feature of the "fate" path. Truman can forcibly interfere, but there is no need for him to.

"..." Truman withdrew his gaze. Well, it's best not to get involved in this "destiny" path.

Truman then looked at the thoughtful Sasriel and asked, "And you?"

"No rush." ​​Sasriel's thousand-year meditation had been quite effective; his expression was very calm. "With you here, I feel that things can change."

"Alright." Truman nodded slightly and said nothing more.

Hmm? Medici suddenly sensed something and looked outside the divine realm, as if something was pulling at him.

At the same time, both Sasriel and Truman also knew what had happened.

"Go ahead." Sasriel waved his hand, creating a passage for Medici.

Medici leaped out of the passage and saw a young man dressed in the dark black bishop's robes of the Church of the Night standing outside the "True Creator" sanctuary.

"Did the Night send you?" Medici immediately noticed the blessing from the "Goddess of the Night" on Klein.

"You are... the 'Angel of War'?!" Klein stared blankly at the angel king who had left a deep mark on history.

"You do have some discernment." Medici's gaze fell on Klein, bringing him terrifying pressure.

In Klein's spiritual perception, this angel king was terrifying, even more powerful than Antigonus and Amun, and possibly in the same state as Mr. "The Door"!

horrible……

Klein took a deep breath to suppress his inner turmoil. The moment he saw Medici, he knew that this was the person the "Goddess of the Night" was looking for.

"The goddess sent me with the 'Weather Wizard' trait." Klein reached into the illusion and took out a sealed trait.

"Sent by the night?" Medici glanced at the "Weather Wizard" trait document and immediately understood.

"Truman, if you have no connection with the night, I'll give you my uniqueness!" Medici's expression was very strange as he kept making sarcastic remarks.

Truman had just mentioned the war, and now the Night has offered to form an alliance. Who would believe there's nothing fishy going on?

"You said you wouldn't interfere in the war, but that's just fooling Badheir..."

Medici's expression turned serious, and He solemnly reached out to accept the attribute.

The "weather wizard" trait is extremely important to Him, as can be seen from the angels in various churches.

Moreover, for the "Red Priest," who is known as the "God of War," the existence of lower-ranking angels is even more special.

(End of this chapter)