Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 491 Russell

"Do you want to stop me?" Amon's question echoed in the tent, and Medici's face darkened slightly.

He was certainly aware of the ritual of the "Dreamer," but He did not know which direction the historical trend that Adam was pushing was heading.

Therefore, whether He prevents or does not prevent, it may lead to the same result.

"Since you also want to become a god, why don't we help each other out? We can settle any grudges later," Amon said in a seductive tone.

"So this is fraud?" Medici gave a mocking smile.

Sending Amon as an intermediary is not a good choice, after all, he is the "god of deception" and the "god of pranks".

But if it were Adam, they would be locked in a fierce battle by now. Back then, Amon was just an accomplice; Adam was the mastermind.

"Acting in ways that don't meet your expectations is essentially a form of fraud," Amon chuckled.

"Furthermore, my studies at Gensokyo have yielded results, and I can now go an entire day without lying."

Amon raised an eyebrow and said something that made Medici look at him strangely.

He has over 108,000 confirmed criminal records in Gensokyo, which is already quite few. If it were in the realm of the Creator God, that would probably be the amount of countless avatars of Him in a single day...

"I'm really curious about what you two are doing now." Medici looked at the strange Amon and was certain that the two brothers had something big planned.

Otherwise, even if you killed Amon, He wouldn't have said those words. In fact, Amon's target wasn't just Him, but also... the "True Creator" and even the "Black Emperor"!

"That means we can talk." Amon nodded slightly, sensing that the army outside the tent had already dispersed.

In that completely enclosed environment, no one knew what the two angel kings had discussed.

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Within a few days, the atmosphere around the world became even more tense.

Bored in the Serenity Sanctuary, Klein once again entered the Tower of Babel of the Curly-haired Baboon Research Society.

The conditions here are too good, even better than "Source Castle" in terms of flexibility, and many curly-haired baboons come here whenever they have time.

"President?" Klein sensed a kind of summons when he entered the Tower of Babel and arrived at the conference room at the top of the Tower of Babel.

"Huang Tao." Rosell looked at Klein, one hand on the armrest of the throne, his body slightly leaning forward, his gaze on Klein carrying a scrutinizing meaning.

This was the first time Klein and Russell had met in such a formal manner since their identities were revealed.

"Zhou Mingrui." Klein sighed softly and sat down in the seat closest to Russell.

Rosell couldn't hold back any longer. He looked at Klein and chuckled, "After you became an angel, Truman should have confronted you, but I didn't expect you to only enter the Tower of Babel now."

"Truman..." Klein and Rosell exchanged a glance, as if they saw something familiar in each other's eyes.

"Cough cough! When I first arrived, I was in an even worse state than you. I thought I was the protagonist of the world, but after becoming a demigod, I was dealt a heavy blow by the real protagonist and never recovered."

The atmosphere between Russell and Klein instantly became harmonious.

"However, in my opinion, you are still capable of competing with him for the protagonist position. The last person who was qualified was the ancient sun god, but in the end, he also died."

Klein nodded silently. The three pillars were still extremely high, and in his opinion, the "Supreme Dream" was no lower than the three pillars.

"What was your situation back then?" Klein asked after thinking for a moment.

"I was probably one of his experiments, a test to see what Truman was up to," Roselle chuckled self-deprecatingly, responding with a nonchalant air.

"At that time, I was the only one there. Naturally, that person wanted to awaken in me, but Truman stopped me in advance and didn't let me go to the 'Source Castle'."

"Otherwise, the Lord of Mysteries would have woken up then."

Klein nodded silently.

"Hundreds of years ago, I also regretted not choosing the path of a 'diviner,' but now I feel that with my personality, I wouldn't be as good as you."

Russell looked at Klein and didn't shy away from discussing the topic.

"I don't feel like I'm capable of anything," Klein said, shaking his head slightly.

"Sigh, let's not talk about that." Rosell waved her hand slightly to end the topic, then looked at Klein, "What brings you here this time?"

"I want to know some of the latest war information." The Curly-haired Baboon Research Society has always been an important source of information for Klein. Now, most of the Curly-haired Baboons are not as good as the Tarot Society members, but they are numerous and distributed in all walks of life around the world.

"I know! You're asking me!" Roselle raised an eyebrow slightly, pointing to the outside world of the Tower of Babel, and said, "The Illusionary Realm is like a reflection of the world; most things are presented here."

Klein also possesses corresponding angelic authority in the Illusionary Realm, but it is far inferior to that of Roselle, and he is unable to perceive the entire Illusionary Realm.

"That works too." Klein thought for a moment and then asked, "What's the current situation with the major churches?"

"The Church..." Rosell closed his eyes, and after about two seconds, he opened them again. "What has changed is Solomon's side..."

Russell seemed to sense something was wrong, his brows furrowed slightly, and he raised his hand to stroke his chin.

"The Eternal Sun, the Morse Order, and the Steam Church remain neutral, not interfering in the war, but secretly expanding their influence."

"The Solomon family seems to have temporarily abandoned Rune and is focusing all its efforts on attacking Fenneport."

"The Medici Legion has also gotten involved with the Solomon family?"

Even Rosell was somewhat surprised in the end.

"At this rate, Feneport won't be able to hold out for long," Rosell concluded. "With less pressure on Rune, he should be able to support the Church of the Night."

"Isn't this normal?" Klein had complete faith in the judgment of the former First Speaker of the Empire.

"The Medici family looks down on the Solomon family," Rosell sneered, expressing the same attitude towards the Solomon family.

"Normally, even if He were facing the God of War, He would still draw his sword instead of turning his attention to the Solomon family."

"Well..." Klein was really unfamiliar with this King of Angels and lacked a basis for judgment.

"Medici has reached a critical point, and I can no longer find out the news without alerting Him."

Countless pieces of information flowed through Roselle's eyes. His own sequence ability resonated with the illusion, gathering a great deal of information, but he still gained nothing.

"I will be careful."

"However," Klein looked at Rosell curiously, "what's your current state? And what's this about the uniqueness of the 'Dream'?"

This question had been on Klein's mind the moment he saw Rosell.

(End of this chapter)