Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 508 The Arrival of the "Primal Witch"

"Hmph!" Medici glanced at Amon sideways. "Guess whether I guess or not?"

After that, He said nothing more, stood up, and walked out of the tent.

The moment Medici stepped out of his tent, the entire army fell silent. If the army had been scattered and composed of people before, it was now a different story.

The current army is a unified whole with only one will.

Medici looked around, and at this moment, all that met His eyes were His enemies, whether they were ordinary soldiers or true gods looking down at Him from the stars!

"All forces mobilized! We'll wipe out Fenerbahce in a single day!"

Medici's voice was as powerful and resonant as the clash of steel, and at His will, a steel legion roared to life, rampaging across the land and launching the strongest offensive against Fenneport!

"Enemy attack!" Feneport's army detected the movement of Solomon's forces immediately, and a mournful cry echoed through the sky.

The army of Feneport was mainly composed of the Castilian family's army and the army of the Church of the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom".

In such an army, the "wisdom" of tactics is particularly prominent, and its strongest means is to implement modern tactics in conjunction with "reducing mystery and enhancing reality".

"The mystery here has weakened, and reality has strengthened!" An angel from the Castilian family descended directly onto the battlefield, instantly diminishing the extraordinary combat power of all attacking armies.

Fenneport's side, on the other hand, immediately deployed improved artillery and firearms—weapons of war that ordinary people could use.

However, this war involved far too many forces, and Medici's all-out attack ignited the powder keg, causing the battlefield to explode...

The Rune army reacted immediately and launched an attack on Feneport.

Fenneport had the advantage of terrain, but the combined firepower of the two armies was simply too terrifying. Fenneport quickly fell into a disadvantageous position and was almost completely defeated.

The Church of the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" also decisively launched the war of angels, escalating the conflict to a terrifying level.

"I am here." A middle-aged man dressed in noble attire, extremely serious in appearance, and with a dignified look in his eyes appeared in the sky above the battlefield.

His appearance even silenced the battlefield.

One reason is that His powerful rule-based force almost completely diminished the mystical power below that of angels.

Secondly, it is because of His identity.

Few people know His name anymore; the world refers to Him as "Castia."

His status was comparable to that of William August of Rune; he was the founder of Fenneport and the ancestor of the Castile family.

At the same time, He is also the first sequence of the "Judgment" pathway, "The Hand of Order".

"Which of you desires this trait of mine?" The angel showed no awareness of being mired in the quagmire of war, instead looking majestically toward the Solomon Empire and Rune, as if rebuking his erring subjects.

The "Hand of Order" trait on Him is the last one that William Augustus has not yet obtained.

His importance to both the Augustusian and Solomon families is self-evident.

This war was even fought to kill Him and obtain that special ability, but there's only one special ability, so who gets it?!

Castia's appearance immediately revealed everything, shattering the cooperative relationship between the Solomon Empire and Rune.

The two sides have irreconcilable contradictions, and with just a little guidance, Fenerbahce's situation would be much better now.

"So you think I'll stop? Or go and devour Augustus as you wish?" Medici appeared above the army, bringing with him the momentum and power of the entire legion, and immediately overwhelmed Castile.

"Of course I wouldn't dare to presume to know what the Red Angel is thinking." Castile's pupils contracted as he looked at Medici.

"Heh." Medici didn't waste any words and placed his hand on the blood-red battle sword.

laugh!

The situation changed silently, and the entire battlefield was plunged into a terrifying apocalypse.

"Kill!" Medici's legion roared, breaking through the "Mysterious Weakening" domain.

Their will can even forcibly reverse celestial phenomena!

"Of course I wouldn't dare fight the Red Angel face to face." Castia understood the gap between himself and the strongest Angel King, so he quickly backed down.

"So it's me." A strange voice appeared on the battlefield.

Medici's body jolted, and he abruptly turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

The grayish-white color was spreading, and the black clouds surging in the sky seemed to have a real texture at this moment.

"Chik?!" Medici's voice was filled with doubt and confusion.

As competitors from adjacent pathways, Medici had clashed with the "Primordial" more than once during the Third Age, so he was naturally familiar with this voice.

"She's just a vessel for divine intervention." Medici's eyes seemed to gleam with a real light that pierced through space, revealing the witch.

On a small hill outside the battlefield, the Pope of the Witch Cult, along with three demigods, set up a ritual array to pray for blessings.

One of the witch demigods walked in calmly and took out a sapphire ring.

This is the ring that Triss has been wearing ever since she was chosen!

Klein, who was outside the battlefield, narrowed his eyes and looked at Triss. He had actually overlooked this ring!

The ring is essentially a relic of the "Primal Witch," and it is uncertain whether it contains any special properties.

Triss's current status is no less than that of the ring, and she no longer needs it to adorn herself.

Klein's attention had been focused on Triss, so he had overlooked her.

"I am the best vessel for divine intervention, but not the only one," Triss explained.

"However, this method is too costly, and each time it can only last for a very short time, and the price is a demigod."

"It seems that 'The Primordial' foresaw your appearance. You came to stop me, and I came to lock you up," Triss gently apologized to Klein.

The demigod within the magic circle pressed the ring against his brow with the utmost reverence.

The ring melted like metal, flowing into the witch's head in a semi-real, semi-illusory way.

Three seconds later, the witch demigod opened her eyes, which were completely black.

Her hair stood on end, each strand thick as a small snake. Its outer layer was slippery and sinister, with either black and white eyes embedded at the top or snake-like heads with slightly open mouths, flicking their tongues.

The witch demigod is dead, and in her place is the consciousness of the "Primal Witch"!

His deep black eyes looked toward the battlefield and saw Medici, clad in armor and wielding a sword.

He could only exist for a very short time, but that was enough.

(End of this chapter)