Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 467 Dark Angel

The speed of the chariot beneath his feet exceeded Klein's imagination, and the power of the chariot itself was like the sun, driving away countless attacking monsters for Klein.

Even in the dangerous darkness of the night, Klein was able to maintain his sense of self and avoid falling into a dream thanks to the radiance of the sun.

This saved Klein from many things that still terrify him now, such as the sword mark that almost cleaved the entire center of the sea, and the primeval forest that inexplicably appeared at sea.

"This sword mark... has a distinct twilight feel to it, probably related to the God of War, while this forest is the power of the Earth Mother Goddess." Klein sensed the power of authority within it and made his judgment.

"The battle on the land forsaken by the gods even shattered this ocean..." Klein felt even more awe for that war that took place at the end of the Third Age.

Following the guidance of the "Cross of No Darkness," Klein moved closer and closer to one side of the ruins, heading towards the remnants of the Creator of the Third Age.

Klein couldn't determine exactly how much time had passed when the "Cross of No Darkness" in his hand finally spontaneously emitted golden light and connected with the island in the sea.

"An ancient church!" Klein knew immediately who it belonged to when he saw the object on the island.

"The Church of the Creator of the Third Age..." Klein looked at the extremely tall pillars and the highly recognizable cross, and finally stepped down from the carriage.

Clop clop clop... The two golden horses stopped in front of the church and bowed their heads in awe.

Klein only began to approach the church after confirming once again that there was some connection between the "Dark Cross" and the church.

His spirituality told him that since the "Imaginary" angel Adam had given him this "Cross of No Darkness," there must have been an important reason, perhaps to have him accomplish something, or perhaps to have him explore some secrets.

Klein felt that he was still quite useful as a pawn.

And in this process, He will not be stingy, but will guide Klein to the path to the land of God’s forsaken.

"Faith in the Creator..." Klein gently pushed open the church door, which had been sealed for thousands of years, and saw the huge cross.

"It's too similar..." Klein sighed softly. It was almost exactly the same as the cross faith he knew before he transmigrated. Under such circumstances, it was no wonder that the "Curly-haired Baboon Research Society" would guess that this creator was an ancient transmigrator.

This church, abandoned for thousands of years, is not as dilapidated as one might imagine; rather, it retains its appearance from thousands of years ago under some mysterious force.

Klein came to the foot of the cross and raised the "Cross of No Darkness" in his hand.

hum!

Suddenly, the "Cross of No Darkness" in his hand burst forth with an extremely dazzling golden light, and a drop of blood shone brightly within the cross, emanating an inexplicable vitality.

"A chance of life?!" Klein's heart skipped a beat, but the chance of life was extremely weak, far from being able to achieve a miracle like resurrection.

The moment Klein sensed this vitality, his thoughts froze; he seemed to be gazing up at a figure of light and shadow connecting heaven and earth.

However, this beam of light gave Klein the illusion that it might shatter at any moment.

"Could it be..." Klein's heart skipped a beat; he was already somewhat mentally prepared.

*Swoosh...* The Spear of Destiny pierced through the light and shadow, and the one wielding the Spear of Destiny was none other than the Dream Angel.

"Sassriel!" Klein suddenly heard a familiar voice from history.

That's Truman!

And Sasriel is very likely the "true creator" of today, the vice-ruler of the Kingdom of Heaven in the Third Age.

"Aggregate!" Klein saw Truman reach out and pull a dark angel dressed in a magnificent robe out of the void, stuffing the uniqueness and characteristics of the light and shadow that had broken away into the body of the "dark angel".

At this moment, Klein's eyes were shrouded in shadow, as if some kind of power had been projected from the end of the Third Age into the present.

The "true creator" has become a god.

"So, what is your purpose?" Klein suddenly turned his head and looked at Adam, the "Imaginary Angel," who was also on this battlefield.

This angel also received the corresponding characteristics, and then, at a certain moment, He looked in a certain direction.

Klein, on a sudden impulse, also looked in that direction.

It is a mountain covered with countless palaces, towers and majestic walls.

The buildings were magnificent and splendid, layered and encircling each other, and enormous in size. Together, they possessed an indescribable sense of epic grandeur and mythical aura.

That is... the Giants' Royal Court!

"Yes, it's the Giants' Court!" Klein's pupils shrank as he recalled what he had seen when he divined the "Cross of No Darkness".

Deep within the Giants' Royal Court, a "Dark Angel" clearly slumbers. Who is it that has become a god?

Klein felt a chill run down his spine.

"No, impossible. Given Truman's relationship with this Dark Angel, it's impossible that he didn't notice for thousands of years," Klein had considerable confidence in Dream. "Then the problem lies with that one in the Giants' Court!"

"The true 'Dark Angel' has become the 'True Creator,' so who is this 'Dark Angel'?!"

Klein's mind was filled with countless flashes of inspiration, and he was basically certain of one fact: this "Imaginary Angel" had brought him here in order to confirm the identity or state of the "Dark Angel" deep within the Giant's Court!

"So I'm going in first," Klein muttered to himself.

As if hearing Klein's words, the church, which had remained untouched by dust for thousands of years, began to crumble bit by bit, turning into smoke and dust.

Klein sensed no danger and waited quietly. About half a minute later, the entire church, having witnessed thousands of years of history, collapsed completely.

"This is..." Klein looked at the space beneath the cross, sensing a very familiar aura emanating from it.

"The passage left by Mr. 'The Door'?" Klein asked in astonishment.

Where the cross once stood, a vortex of starlight appeared, with a deep and silent darkness on the other side, occasionally punctuated by flashes of lightning that illuminated the earth.

That's the land forsaken by the gods! Klein hadn't expected it to be like this.

"This passage is something left over from thousands of years ago..." Klein deduced, and at the same time, he walked towards the vortex passage.

He sensed no danger, but as a precaution, he first sent his historical projection across, and nothing went wrong.

"It's that simple..." Klein's expression was somewhat complicated, but he also knew that the gifts of fate came at a price. "Then I have no choice but to go to the Giants' Court."

Klein walked directly into the vortex passage, truly stepping into the land forsaken by the gods.

(End of this chapter)