Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 531 Bait

"...It must have been Truman's doing."

Such a crude arrangement could not possibly have been made by Adam.

That was the first thing Klein thought of.

Since Klein learned of Adam, the King of Angels, His various plans have possessed a kind of fateful beauty.

It's only because Truman is so blatant and undisguised that he's so powerful that he doesn't bother with tricks and just openly displays the Dream Scripture.

"The heretics are eyeing the Dream Scripture, and even further, they're targeting Truman. This is essentially a test..."

Klein suddenly felt as if a second shoe had landed.

During the World War, the Illusionary Realm underwent a dramatic change, and Roselle became the "God of Dreams," plugging the "hole" left behind by the "God of War" after his death.

The appearance of the "God of Illusions" was a hundred times more shocking than the ascension of "Mistake," "Gate," and others.

While the ascensions of "Mistake" and "Gate" were shocking, they were still within the realm of comprehension. However, the "God of Illusions" completely surpassed everyone's understanding.

After the uniqueness of the "Dream" was revealed, the gods began to speculate about Truman, and this sentiment reached its peak with the appearance of the "God of Dreams".

After the postwar reconstruction achieved some success, these true gods probably couldn't resist.

Coincidentally, at this time, the heretics also gradually adapted to this world and set their sights on Truman, who had "lost" the uniqueness of the "dream".

To probe Truman's condition, one would need to use special methods, and the Dream Scripture is probably used for that purpose.

As for Truman?

He went even further, arranging a grand sacrificial ceremony and displaying the Dream Scripture, inviting anyone with the ability to take it!

"This is so troublesome..." Klein suddenly felt like he was caught in a game involving extremely high-level players.

Of course, the most troublesome thing was encountering Truman, who's so unreliable. Who just puts their chips on the table? You're "Supreme Dream," but I'm not!

Klein suspected that Truman's reminder was meant to get him to clean up this mess.

Huff... Klein sighed softly, watching the busy Dream Cultists before him. His perception of cause and effect gradually spread, and he took the initiative to take over the protection of the Dream Church.

……

Backlund, recently, has seen a surge of outsiders flocking to the factories in the East End that were abandoned because of the Survival Act.

This is nothing special in the eyes of the entire Backlund region, after all, it is the world's second largest city and one of the most desirable places for people.

However, at this particular time, there are quite a few special people who have come here.

"Hello, my friends, this is the first time we've met in real life, isn't it?" In the darkness, shadows rippled as several figures spoke at a distance, each wary yet sharing a tacit trust.

"Are we the only ones?" someone asked in a low voice after looking around for a while and finding no other figures appearing.

"...Don't they all want to go home?" someone asked, full of strong confusion.

"This is a choice of path. A bunch of cowards choose to wait, while I will create opportunities with my own hands! I've had enough of this world!" The voice was full of confidence.

"Can we really go home?" But not everyone is as determined as him.

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment.

The silence lasted for a full ten seconds before the confident man spoke in a serious tone.

"I saw a spaceship."

The use of the word "spaceship" in this context is truly incongruous.

But this time the atmosphere became lively.

"A spaceship? The kind that can travel between stars!?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

The atmosphere fell silent once again, but this time these people finally found a glimmer of hope.

"Okay, let's do as those people say."

Everyone nodded, acknowledging this fact.

"To go home."

"To go home!"

……

Klein has been staying at the Dream Church for the past few days. The time for the ceremony is approaching, and the atmosphere in the entire East District is becoming increasingly lively.

During the World War, the Dream Cult genuinely protected countless civilians in Backlund, demonstrating the power of the "Money Printers" and miraculously reducing the impact of the war to a manageable level.

This is also the premise for this sacrificial ceremony.

"This may be the best way to obtain the anchor of faith." Klein is now also a Dream Angel and can sense the anchor of faith of the Dream Cult.

Their numbers were so vast, and their faith so unwavering, that even by merely attaching himself to a few followers, Klein never felt that his "anchor" was insufficient.

Especially at this moment, Klein looked at the believers who had spontaneously come to the square to kneel in worship and felt the rhythm of the "anchor".

Unlike other churches, the Dream Cult's beliefs seem to genuinely possess magical power.

In such rituals, the power of the "anchor" is greatly enhanced, enabling Klein to maintain his self-control.

"Mr. Moretti." Klein suddenly heard a familiar voice.

It was Audrey Hall.

Audrey Hall is currently wearing a white robe of the Dream Cult, which is the bishop's robe of the Dream Cult, but what is special is that it is decorated with real dream phosphorescence.

This complemented Audrey's beauty perfectly, making the bright world pale in comparison.

At Archbishop Claude's insistence, the newly appointed Dream Bishop Audrey Hall, with her excellent image and reputation, was qualified to preside over this ceremony.

Of course, setting aside Claude's laziness, choosing Audrey to preside over the ceremony was also a brilliant move.

Klein looked at the dazzling "Justice" lady before him and nodded almost imperceptibly. Compared to a decrepit old man, Audrey's image was far more in line with the definition of "dreamlike".

"Ahem..." Klein coughed lightly, looked at Audrey in front of him and nodded, "Today you are the most dazzling jewel in Backlund, even the sun in the sky will dim because of your presence."

"Thank you," Audrey nodded demurely.

"No need to be nervous," Klein then whispered a reminder.

Audrey nodded slightly, still smiling, but her body seemed to relax a little.

She knew that something was going to happen today.

clang!

As the bell rang, all the believers fell silent.

Audrey didn't have time to say anything more and walked towards the altar in the center of the square.

"Please summon the Holy Scripture!" Klein said, looking at the priest beside him.

"yes!"

The Dream Scripture is located underground in the Dream Church, and it doesn't require any complicated ceremonies; all that's needed is for someone with sufficient authority to apply.

hum!

The entire dreamlike church seemed to tremble slightly, as if a sun was rising from beneath the church.

(End of this chapter)