Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 492 The Power of Faith

In Klein's eyes, who is the "Child of Fantasy," Roselle is now almost equivalent to the Fantasy Realm itself.

Roselle also possesses the unique quality of "Dream".

"What do you think?" Russell countered.

"That's strange," Klein said after thinking for a moment. "Your current state is more like me before I became an angel, and like 'Source Castle'."

"Haha!" Russell clapped his hands lightly. "That analogy isn't entirely wrong."

"But you'll only be truly shocked when you see the truth for yourself." Russell played the riddle player he hated most. "Aren't you a 'fortune teller'? You can have your fortune told too."

"..." Klein was speechless. Divining "Supreme Dream" really could lead to death.

"This isn't a bad thing; it's an experiment for Truman and me," Rosell said. "You..."

He hesitated for a moment before saying, "My understanding of the 'Source Castle' is actually very limited, far less than Truman's. I ask you, can you break the connection with it?"

Klein didn't know why the topic of "Source Castle" had come up again, but he still honestly shook his head.

"That's troublesome, I might not be able to help you..." Rosell muttered.

"Your diary has already helped me a lot." Klein blinked and couldn't help but add a comment as he looked at Rosell's expression.

"Of course, that's a brilliant move!" Rosell seemed quite pleased with himself.

However, His expression changed after He saw the subtle look on Klein's face.

"No! What do those diaries you collected record?!" Rosell felt that things were getting out of his control.

As a diary of a respectable person, the diaries now being distributed are all carefully selected by Russell, so that his fellow villagers can quickly understand the world.

"...The taste of a witch is really good!" Klein seemed to realize something and teased.

Russell took a deep breath, his expression incredibly complex.

"No, I didn't, this is fake!" Russell denied it three times in a row.

"Damn Truman! If I could beat him, I would have dragged him to Chick's kingdom!" Rosell gritted his teeth in hatred.

"Ahem!" Klein couldn't help but glance outside. The illusionary world was still essentially Truman's territory.

"Yeah, and there's also 'Mysterious Succubus' and 'Dreamy Tang Monk'," Klein added, those were definitely the most exciting diaries he'd ever gotten his hands on.

"Um, this..." Rosell felt inexplicably guilty.

Alright! This is actually just the two guys stirring up trouble and insulting each other, and their diaries have been embellished... Klein understood the sordid nature of it all.

"Ahem, it's all slander!" Rosell weakly defended himself.

"Go back quickly. You probably won't have any free time for the next while, and as for later, seeing me won't be as easy as it is now..."

Roselle directly used the power of the Illusionary Realm to throw Klein out of the Tower of Babel.

Klein chuckled wryly. Was he getting angry out of embarrassment? Just imagine if he wrote about his embarrassing moments in his diary—that would be utterly disastrous…

"However, take better care of these fellow villagers who look like curly-haired baboons in the future!" Russell's voice rang in Klein's ears.

Taking care of the curly-haired baboons... Klein frowned. He had a spiritual perception of something, but because it involved a level too high, he couldn't grasp it accurately.

"I will." Klein waved towards the Tower of Babel and left the illusionary realm.

The moment Klein returned to the real world, he sensed a vague danger.

He went to the window and looked at the northern sky, where the faint orange-red hue of dusk was visible.

A picture immediately appeared in Klein's mind: an airship with the distinctive features of the Church of the God of War.

Under the cover of the Fusak military's "weather mages," the airship has entered the heart of Rune and arrived in Wintershire.

As expected, Fussac and the Church of War withdrew all the troops originally intended to defend against the Solomon Empire, using the full strength of their nation to hold back the holy war legions of Rune and the Church of the Night.

The most elite and powerful group even ventured directly into the interior of Rune and launched a surprise attack on the most important churches in various parts of the Church of the Night!

These churches represent the majesty of the goddess of night, and their destruction could shake the faith of many believers.

The Church of Tranquility, as the most important sanctuary of the Church of the Night, naturally bore the brunt of the pressure from the Church of the God of War and the Church of the Earth Mother.

"At this point, the defending side is at a huge disadvantage." Klein looked at the orange-red sky and frowned slightly.

"The goddess of the night, more sublime than the starry sky, more eternal than eternity..."

The most devout prayers emanated from the tranquil church, transforming into waves of sound that surged across the entire Wintershire.

The Dark Symbol was brought out and hung at the very top of the serene church. The starlight against the deep black background shone even brighter with the sound of prayers, and the crimson moon, as if stained with blood, was glistening and ready to drip.

An invisible protective force spread out, enveloping the entire Frostwinter County in just a few breaths.

This represents a deepening of the Night's Watch's domain power, directly encompassing an entire county, and this is not even the limit.

Angels can do that, but the current situation is that the Dark Symbol is not a level zero sealed artifact, and no angel or even a demigod has intervened.

Everything originates from the power of faith, and the devout are protected.

Da da da!

The airship's machine guns spat out countless tongues of fire, firing countless bullets in a single second, followed by artillery fire, then bombs...

These attacks were not aimed at the Temple of Tranquility, but at the ordinary residents of Wintershire. If fear was instilled in these people and their faith was shaken, then the domain would crumble on its own.

This is a war in which Fussac and the Church of War have staked everything, so naturally they will not hold back any longer.

"Damn it!" Klein's face darkened slightly. The Dream Cult had a clear rule against killing civilians!

However, the current War God Church is close to madness and no longer cares about the Dream Cult's accountability.

If they win, the God of War will naturally have the confidence to face the "Supreme Dream"; if they lose, then they lose everything...

"They were naked, without clothes or food, and completely exposed to the cold..."

"They were soaked by the heavy rain, and having nowhere to take shelter, they clung tightly to the rocks..."

"The night did not abandon them; it showed them its favor!"

The prayers in the tranquil church gradually transformed into chanting, and the songs resounded in the church, carrying holiness and hope.

All the bullets and shells that entered Wintershire lost their power before they could exert their force, like raindrops falling to the ground.

"This power..." Klein exclaimed in amazement, having never seen such pure faith power before, and felt a strange longing for it.

(End of this chapter)