Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 515 Mr. "Mistake"

"Amon?!" Klein, atop the "Source Castle," locked his gaze on Amon, who had appeared in Backlund.

"Parles! Leonard!" Klein suddenly looked up at the deep red star that belonged to Leonard.

"Time has been cheated; the special ability was stolen just minutes ago..." Klein's expression was grave as he used the power of the gray mist to penetrate Leonard's deep red star.

Leonard is not in mortal danger, and Palles is still alive, though he has lost his Sequence One properties...

Klein instantly grasped what had happened.

Similarly, Leonard's prayers reached Klein's ears.

"...Mr. 'World,' we've fallen into Amon's ambush. He stole a portion of the old man's Sequence One trait and is probably preparing for his ascension ritual now..."

No, He is close to completing it... Klein has grasped the corresponding cause and effect and destiny. Back when he and Pales hunted Amon's clone, Amon had already noticed Pales's existence.

Then it was either Amon himself or Adam who glanced at it; in any case, Amon had already locked onto Leonard.

But He did not rush to acquire this characteristic, probably to mislead William Augustus.

While William Augustus was holding the ceremony, Amon also approached Pales and easily obtained a Sequence One trait.

Keep in mind that at that time, all the true gods were busy fighting and watching; no one was paying attention to this side.

"Sequence zero, 'Error'..." Klein suddenly felt like he was having a really bad time.

"I'm still a Sequence Two..." Klein turned his gaze back to Amon on Backlund.

At this point, William Augustus's efforts to establish order had completely stalled.

Before becoming a god, He was merely a Sequence One, without the uniqueness of fusion, and He had not even fused with the other two "Hands of Order".

They had virtually no ability to resist the combined might of Adam and Amon, the two most powerful angel kings.

The psychological suggestion He received had gradually made Him give up resisting.

"I can hold on a little longer..." William Augustus could only hold onto his last bit of consciousness, hoping for a chance to turn the tide.

And in the next instant, the opportunity seemed to arrive!

"Augustus! Amon!" The terrifying roar seemed to echo throughout the world, and the "Lord of Storms" in the astral plane even rushed from the astral plane into the real world at the speed of light!

The dust had settled on another battlefield, and the true god's gaze fell upon this place, instantly understanding everything that had happened.

The "Lord of Storms" exploded.

"You should stay here!" The Black Emperor's twisting power landed on the Lord of Storms, distorting him at the speed of light and blocking his path.

As far as the "Black Emperor" is concerned, it is acceptable as long as the "Judge" does not become a god.

Of course, for Him, it might not be surprising that Amon became a "mistake," which is why He was able to stop the "Lord of the Storm" from transforming into a light-speed being in a state of rage...

One of Amon's purposes in going to the previous battlefield was likely to mislead William Augustus and Palestine Zoroastrian.

However, His cooperation with Medici was also a crucial element, and it was impossible for the "Black Emperor," as the master of the Solomon Empire, to be completely unaware of it.

"I'm sorry, but I'm now the 'mistake'."

Amon looked up at the enraged "Lord of Storms" and then at the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" who was entangled with the "God of Steam and Machinery" in the distance. He nodded slightly and gave a pure smile.

William Augustus's chance would never come; he could no longer control himself and brought his monocle close to his right eye.

The next second, William Augustus raised his head, and the crystal monocle in his right eye suddenly burst forth with light, illuminating the entire world!

At that moment, countless errors occurred in various parts of the world, and many normal behaviors became sluggish, but all the clocks skipped several seconds, as if they had been stolen.

Since the beginning of recorded history, the first Mr. "Mistake" has appeared!

The authority and power of the true gods all malfunctioned for a moment, becoming chaotic and disordered, causing all the true gods to suddenly stop attacking each other.

The "error" has been created; the war of gods is now meaningless.

"Thank you for your hospitality." The light that had illuminated the world gradually faded, and William Augustus had disappeared, leaving only Mr. "Mistake" wearing a pointed soft hat and a classic magic robe.

Around this "Mr. Error" are floating objects such as a brass book, a scepter of order, and a golden glove.

"Judge" and "error" are not adjacent paths, and Amon dares not merge these characteristics; he can only exclude them.

"Alright, who wants these things?" Mr. "Mistake" pointed to the brass books and other items floating in front of him.

The "Black Emperor" was clearly interested and wanted to take these things for himself.

But before He could even act, He suddenly turned His head and looked toward the land of God's forsaken.

Not only Him, but all the other true gods were also distracted by something else.

The smile on Amon's lips suddenly faded considerably. He looked in the direction of the "Forsaken Land" and said nothing more, as if waiting for something.

……

Gensokyo, the land forsaken by the gods.

After leaving the main battlefield of that world war, Truman returned to his own divine kingdom.

At one point, he suddenly tilted his head and sensed a strange change in the rules of the world.

"The 'mistake' has been born." Even though Truman didn't actively investigate the secret between Augustus and Amon, he already knew what was going on after seeing Amon on the ship Trensus hundreds of years ago, and after Adam borrowed the Brass Book from him a few months ago.

"So what about you, Bethel?" Truman wasn't surprised that Amon had become a god, so he stopped paying attention to him and looked at his first student.

In the heart of Gensokyo, the first fantasy statue created by Truman himself remains as sacred and magnificent as it was thousands of years ago.

On the pedestal of the statue sits a man draped in starlight, who has been sitting there for hundreds of years.

"Teacher." Bethelina looked away from the starlight over Backlund, and nodded slightly as Truman approached.

"Sigh..." Truman suddenly sighed and sat down next to Bethel.

"Gensokyo can't hold you back; you've just created your own prison," Truman said, looking at the student who had spent the most time with him.

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you, teacher," Bethel readily admitted.

(End of this chapter)