Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 511 I won!

Adam, the "Imaginary Angel," was a very special angel king. He was the eldest son of the Creator of the Third Age and the elder brother of Amun.

However, over thousands of years, almost no one has actually witnessed Adam making a move.

He is always in the position of the strategist, controlling an countless number of pieces.

But this time, the player will finally have to go to the battlefield himself to secure a crucial advantage for his strategy.

"I'm really looking forward to it," Truman suddenly laughed.

Adam nodded gently, his clear eyes fixed on Castile.

Castile is now like a frightened bird, trembling in the midst of the true god's battlefield, with Amon watching him intently from the side.

"Come over here." Adam took a step toward Castile. At that moment, Castile was suddenly affected by the residual force of the divine war and had to hide in Adam's direction.

Amon also came up behind Castile, forcing Castile to speed up his escape.

This is the most direct manifestation of the "writer's" ability on the battlefield; with just one sentence, the fate of an angel in a sequence can be arranged.

It was at this moment that Adam picked up the silver cross from his chest.

In a daze, a stone plaza floating in the void appeared in this area.

One by one, black stone pillars rose up, supporting a magnificent and sacred church.

Inside this church, every pillar and every dome surface is inlaid with bones of different races. They are densely packed, staring at Castile with different eye sockets, surrounding a cross that is hundreds of meters high.

Church of Bones!

A divine kingdom conceived by a "dreamer" with a unique imagination!

"Adam!"

Castile's voice was stern and mournful. As a Sequence Angel, she couldn't even last a second before being sucked into the Church of Bones.

On the walls, windows, and doors of the church, countless transparent and distorted faces emerged, as if countless souls were sealed inside. These souls confused Castia's thoughts, preventing her from having any intention to resist.

However, when Adam truly employed the uniqueness of the "Dreamer," the fog surrounding Him dissipated, and everyone saw Him.

"Adam!" A furious shout echoed from the seawater that had reached the speed of light, and with the tacit approval of the "Black Emperor," a "lightning storm" was thrown at Adam.

Similarly, the "God of Steam and Machinery" also deliberately removed a corner of the Civilization Scroll, allowing the power of the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" to permeate in. A brass-colored eye opened, containing a dark and sinister aura of death.

The power of two true gods is something even Adam could not withstand!

Adam, who was sitting under the huge cross, simply raised his head, reached out and flipped a stone slab into the air above the Church of Bones.

A buzzing sound filled the air as everyone unconsciously turned their gaze to the ancient stone slab, drawn in by its timeless and ancient aura.

The second "blasphemous slab"!

No further explanation was needed; everyone received the message.

It was at this moment that the lightning storm, powerful enough to destroy the continent, and the terrifying aura, capable of killing the King of Angels, landed on that stone slab.

The stone slab hummed softly, with shimmering light rippled across it, as if a beam of light, reaching to the heavens and earth, was reflected outwards. The illusory seawater surged and churned, containing the terrifying lightning and the aura of death, preventing it from truly falling upon the Church of Bones.

Adam didn't even look up; instead, he turned to face the army of the Kingdom of Rune.

"On behalf of the Kingdom of Rune, I concede defeat. Rune will open its doors to the great God of War and welcome the Church of the God of War to reside there!"

George III had arrived on the battlefield at some unknown time. Holding a signed surrender document, he threw it at the Medici army.

The surrender document signed by George III in his capacity as "King" has both mystical and practical significance, and can fully represent the attitude of the Kingdom of Rune.

"I accept your surrender." Suddenly, a hand reached out from the void and caught the surrender document.

A figure dressed in a white divine robe, with layers of white wings behind him and long silver hair, stepped out. "Angel of Fate" Urolius glanced indifferently at the surrender document.

He wore a badge on his chest that read "Red Priest"—a badge with a black iron base and stained with blood.

Its essence is the "Weather Wizard" gift that Klein sent, and Urolius, wearing this gift, effectively became the second-in-command of the Medici Legion, exercising authority on behalf of Medici.

The Kingdom of Rune has conceded defeat; now only Feneport remains.

Without Castilla, Feneport's army was no match for the Medici Legion and Ouroles.

"Attack!" Now a member of the Medici Legion, Urolius was even able to use the unique power of the "Red Priest" to raise a battle flag and make the Medici Legion a sharp knife that plunged into the heart of Feneport's army!

There are two ways to completely defeat an army: one is to kill most of the soldiers, and the other is to kill its generals and destroy its morale.

The strongest general in Feneport's army is naturally Castia, who is now trapped in the Church of Bones. Another general is a "balancer" from the Castia family, who has now encountered Ulrich.

Without Urelius making any move, the angel simply misjudged the spell, throwing destructive rules into his own army and causing panic.

This panic spread rapidly and frantically into Fenneport's army.

In an instant, morale collapsed.

Adam did not personally deal with this army, but a single glance from Him was enough to make many decisions.

"We won." Urolius reached out and gently pressed the shoulder of the Castilian family angel.

He did not look at the despair on the faces of the Castilian family angels, but instead looked in a certain direction in the sky.

A dark red aura permeated the area, and an ancient city stood faintly in the void, with a faint gray mist swirling around it.

Medici was trapped in that city.

"We have won," Urolius repeated.

In that black and red city, Medici stood proudly, his swords planted in front of him, and a banner unfurled behind him, enveloping him in blazing flames, temporarily untouched by the black and red aura of calamity.

"We won...we won!"

Ulorus's voice traveled to Medici's ears through the invisible connection between them.

Medici suddenly opened his eyes, his banners fluttering. His aura became restrained, then suddenly erupted like magma, breaking through a critical point.

"I won!"

(End of this chapter)