Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 479 Grudges

"Thank goodness I managed to hold back..." Outside the twilight palace where the twilight had frozen, Amon, who had almost reached out to steal the "Desecrating Slab" several times, clapped his hands with a hint of fear.

He has no "source castle," and facing the aura of "God" directly would only make things worse.

"What a waste of such a fine treasure." Amon looked at the "blasphemous stone tablet" in the palace with some regret.

"Perhaps we should wait until Mr. 'Fool' has cleared the minefield before making our move?" Amon secretly kept an eye on "Source Castle".

But in reality, Klein was at a loss. If it were the "Fallen Creator," he could still defeat it with his current strength, but he didn't dare to get close to this real "Creator."

"Call for backup!" Klein gritted his teeth; this was the only option left.

"Truman!" Klein touched the causal link between himself and Truman.

Then, a new body condensed at the spot where his body had just died, and he regained control of "The Last Supper".

It was at this moment that the hidden world blessed by the "Goddess of Night" was pierced by a blazing light.

The power of the "Sun" domain also has a certain degree of restraint over the Night Path, and can tear open the hidden world.

The shadows descended upon the palace once more, and the "Fallen Creator" unabashedly released a faint yet extremely powerful aura that caused the entire "Source Castle" to automatically defend itself.

"I am indeed not good at deception, much less suited to hiding." The Creator re-manifested as the "Dark Angel" Sasriel, and with a wave of his hand, the "Desecrating Tablet" fell into his hand.

He seemed to have abandoned some idea and stopped hiding himself. At that moment, an ocean of indescribable color, seemingly containing all secrets, surged out from beneath the palace.

"Dream, come out." The Fallen Creator looked at Klein expressionlessly and said coldly.

"..." Klein silently unrolled the scroll in his hands, revealing the most breathtaking, sacred, and fateful painting among them.

That was the scene of the dreamlike angel wielding the "Spear of Destiny" to assassinate the "Creator".

"This painting was left by Him." The "Fallen Creator" nodded slightly; here, He is the "Lord of Mysteries."

He may not have known whether he foresaw this day while he was creating the painting.

The struggle between "God" and "Lord of Mysteries" has never ceased since ancient times, even with fantastical intrusions.

"I knew you wouldn't die so easily." The dreamlike angel holding the "Spear of Destiny" in the painting suddenly came to life, its eyes shimmering with phosphorescence, and spoke softly.

He stepped out of the painting and into the real world.

This "Last Supper," created by the "Lord of Mysteries" and then in the hands of Truman for thousands of years, is naturally more than just a simple Sequence 2 sealed artifact.

"I'm curious, what was your original plan?" Truman looked at "Sassriel" holding the "Blasphemy Tablet" and had the illusion of returning to thousands of years ago.

"Did he deceive all of us, die once, and then live in this world as an angel?"

"Or perhaps we'll try to contact Hrabergen and Leodoro?"

Whether inside or outside the Giants' Court today, or in the Dream Council of "Dreamland," everyone is horrified by the world Truman describes in just a few words.

A weakened "God" hiding in some corner of the world, periodically corrupting a true God, is a terrifying prospect for any true God.

"This was my initial idea." The conversation between the "Fallen Creator" and Truman gave Klein a strange feeling.

These two don't seem to be enemies at all, but rather old friends who have been together for thousands of years.

"But ultimately, I'm not like 'Mystery'..."

"Shameless, cunning, and unfilial!" Truman added, and then both Truman and the "Fallen Creator" subconsciously looked at Klein.

Klein was completely bewildered, his mind unable to process what was happening.

"They're not talking about me, they're talking about the 'Lord of Mysteries.'" Klein on the "Source Castle" had already realized what was going on. He really hadn't expected the "Lord of Mysteries" to have such a reputation...

Amon, who had been silently watching the show outside the Giants' Court, seemed to have been offended.

"I'm glad we were able to reach a consensus on this." The Fallen Creator chuckled as he looked at Truman, his gaze lingering for a moment on the Spear of Destiny.

"However, that doesn't mean I'll grant your wishes." The "fallen creator's" next sentence shattered all the previous false friendship and tacit understanding.

"It seems that our relationship began to change from the time you developed your intelligence, in ways that even I can't fully understand."

"Now I am on His side."

The tone of the "fallen creator" was neutral and peaceful, like the "vice-king of heaven" who was deeply worshipped and believed in by believers in the Third Age.

He looked at Truman with great interest, trying to glean something from his attitude.

"Oh, I see." Truman nodded calmly.

It seems this isn't the first time I've faced pressure from two pillars at the same time.

"I regret that we could not reach an agreement, so I can only ask you to remain asleep for a while longer." Truman took a step forward, holding the Spear of Fate.

Hey!

Footsteps sounded, and the chaotic, dark seawater suddenly surged. The sun exploded at Truman's feet, and endless light and heat seemed to evaporate the entire world.

Klein nearly suffocated and quickly dispersed his historical projection, obediently sitting on the "Source Castle" to watch the battle.

It wasn't that the battle between the "Fallen Creator" and the Dream Angel was particularly intense, but rather that the authority and status involved in their fight were so high that Klein was almost afraid to watch.

Not only Klein, but also all the true gods and angel kings watching this place, except for those in the Dream Council who were broadcasting live, had to look away, or they would be severely contaminated.

"The true gods of this era are truly pitiful," Amon commented on those true gods whom even dare not look at.

The true gods lived the best during the Second and Fourth Ages, when they were basically able to do whatever they wanted.

However, in the Third and Fifth Ages, there was another being above the True God who transcended the sequence, and even if the True God caused trouble, he would perish.

The true gods probably have the most complex feelings about the "Supreme Dream." Although the Dream preys on their believers and often bullies them and seizes their authority, it is a good "Old Day."

Because in the current situation facing this weakened "God," he truly is on the move!

"Oh, so he's my teacher. That's alright then!" Amon had completely relaxed. Now that his teacher had arrived, the "blasphemy against the stone tablet" was no longer his concern.

(End of this chapter)