Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 490 Purpose

The Hidden Angel is more important than the Dream Pope...

This statement, coming from an angel even older than Saint Samuel, carries considerable weight.

However, this tone...you and 'Hidden Angel' are more than just colleagues...Klein looked at Ms. Ariana.

I hadn't noticed before, but this Lady Ariana and the "Hidden Angels" are not only similar in that they are from the same order of angels, but also in that they have similar habits and behaviors.

I've seen this before... Klein had a sudden inspiration and thought of "The Hermit" Lady Cattleya and "The Mysterious Queen" Bernadette.

Is "Hidden Angel" Ms. Ariana's adoptive mother, or a similar character?

"Amazing!" Klein exclaimed sincerely, then looked at Lady Ariana and asked, "Will Lady 'Hidden' be coming to the Sanctuary with us this time?"

"No." Lady Ariana paused for two seconds before giving an affirmative answer. "We are enough. He will only obey the goddess's commands and carry out more secretive missions."

Klein nodded thoughtfully.

Before long, the three angels also separated in different parts of the Tranquil Sanctuary, and Klein could feel that the "Source Castle" was very lively now.

This is a conversation among members of the Tarot Club; it's clear that the sudden escalation of the war is affecting the entire world.

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"Your Majesty! Fusak's army has retreated completely. They have mobilized the entire nation's army to launch a full-scale attack on Rune." A demigod dressed in black armor knelt on the ground, bowing his head as he reported the latest battle situation.

"Ha!" A sneer, its tone ambiguous, rang out. "They've really staked everything on this."

Medici slowly emerged from the darkness, clad in black armor and wielding a blood-red sword. He was clearly in a state of readiness for battle, and being part of the legion, even the so-called "Door" who was considered the closest to God could not pose a threat to him.

He is now the god of war, the master of blood and fire.

"In addition, the Church of War has sent an envoy who is willing to sign a treaty and cede territory to sue for peace."

"How much to cut?" Medici wasn't particularly interested in that.

One-fifth.

One-fifth of a kingdom—that's an unimaginable price to pay.

The covenant between true gods can be witnessed by the "Eternal Sun" or even the "Supreme Dream." In that case, even if the God of War ultimately wins, one-fifth of the territory will still belong to the Solomon Empire.

"Keep the news under wraps. The Solomon family must not find out." Medici narrowed his eyes, finally becoming serious.

Under such conditions, the Solomon family might be tempted, after all, it's said to be one-fifth, but it wouldn't be surprising if one-third ended up being sold.

"yes!"

Medici fell silent, and the kneeling demigod dared not raise his head.

The current situation is so dire that even the most powerful "conspirators" cannot make a decision immediately.

"You may leave now." Suddenly, Medici looked outside the tent, signaling the demigod to leave.

"Yes!" The demigod dared not question or hesitate in the slightest and withdrew immediately.

"Little crow, when did you become so polite? Is it the result of your studies in 'Gensokyo'?" Medici looked at a corner of the tent with amusement.

Suddenly, the air there changed, and Amon, dressed in black classical attire and wearing a pointed soft hat, emerged from the air.

He gently adjusted his monocle over his right eye, looked at Medici, and said with a sigh, "Who would have thought that the person I almost killed back then would still have reached this point?"

During the First Imperial War, Amon stole the fate of a "Conqueror" and launched a perfect surprise attack on Medici.

Medici should have died back then, but he survived only because of the protection of the Dream and the "True Creator".

"Indeed, I admit that your teamwork with that paranoid was quite impressive; Arista Tudor held out for a full half hour."

Medici's expression turned serious as he paid the highest tribute to the "Blood Emperor," who had died a violent death. The "Blood Emperor" was the first "Red Priest."

However, the fall of the "Blood Emperor" also meant that Adam and Amon's plans, which had been in the works for hundreds of years, had vanished in an instant.

Medici and Amon exchanged a glance; the interactions between the two angel kings were indeed simple, unpretentious, and dull.

"What are you doing here?!" Medici suddenly looked at the insect in the air with some disgust, and at that moment a blood-red flame flashed in his eyes.

The "Time Insects" that gradually filled the air were all burned to death in an instant.

The extraordinary properties that seeped out from among them all floated back to Amon's body.

Strangely, Amon did not react at all to Medici's attack.

This strange behavior made Medici narrow his eyes and become even more serious.

"I'm here to discuss cooperation with you." Amon retracted all his extraordinary abilities, his tone remaining calm.

"Why would you think I would agree to that?" Medici raised an eyebrow, finding it absurd; the memory of being killed last time was still fresh in his mind.

"You'll agree." Amon showed no impatience, fully confident in persuading Medici.

"I just sacrificed an opportunity to obtain the 'Source Castle' to get here." Many angels knew about what happened in the Spirit Realm, and Amon was no exception.

The fact that He would abandon the opportunity to intercept Klein and come here can only mean that He had a bigger scheme.

"Huh?!" Medici expressed his disdain with a nasal tone.

"I'm standing with paranoiacs."

Amon's next words caused Medici's pupils to shrink slightly, and the black iron sheen within them became even more pronounced.

"You know, we're brothers after all. It's easier to cooperate with him compared to others," Amon continued, watching Medici's reaction with great interest, taking in every subtle change in his expression.

This is interesting, and at the same time, Amon also confirmed that Medici still has some lingering trauma from being killed by the two brothers back then.

The two of them standing together is the strongest guarantee under the divine power.

"What does He want to do now?" Medici had already reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword, as if he was about to draw it at the slightest provocation.

At the same time, the entire camp was filled with a highly penetrating and lethal "military aura," and the sound of footsteps outside began to clamor as the army assembled.

At this time, the military camp was like Medici's divine kingdom. Once a fight broke out, even Amon would not be able to leave unscathed.

"Become a god, then." Amon seemed oblivious to the terrifying aura surrounding him, calmly stating Adam's plan.

"What? You still want to stop me?" Amon looked at Medici, a slight smile playing on his lips.

(End of this chapter)