Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 559 Dual-Line Operation

Above the gray fog, light and shadow danced. The magnificent palace, the bronze table, and the ornate high-backed chairs had vanished, and what appeared before Amon and Bethel was an endless tower.

"The Tower of Babel?" Amon gently adjusted his monocle, staring with interest at the tower that seemed to connect heaven and earth.

The concept of the Tower of Babel originated from the realm of illusion, and has been well-known in the occult community ever since the invasion of the outer gods and angels into the realm of illusion.

"I'll start from the first floor." Amon glanced at Bethel, stepped forward, and gently pushed open the door to the first floor. A dim light flashed, and Amon's figure disappeared into the tower.

Clearly, even if they are temporarily allied, the two true gods cannot be completely close and act in unison.

Even after they separate, both gods will face certain risks.

Bethel watched Amon disappear and waited quietly. After three minutes, when no unusual sounds came out, he flashed and arrived at the top of the Tower of Babel.

He will break through from the very top downwards.

It is certain that Klein is inside the Tower of Babel. The two gods are approaching from different directions and will be able to find Klein as quickly as possible.

However, Bethel saw Klein immediately after stepping into the Tower of Babel.

At the very top of this towering tower, two chairs were placed at either end of a long, weathered table. Klein had been waiting there for two minutes.

"Mr. Door," Klein nodded slightly in greeting.

"You want to team up with me to kick Amon out first?" Bethel sat opposite Klein with a calm expression.

"Yes." Klein nodded directly.

"Your clone is already in front of Amon, isn't it?" Bethel shook his head slightly, seeing through Klein's plan at a glance.

"What Amon has is a clone, but what's here is the real body." Klein spread his hands, revealing his true nature to Mr. "Door" without any hesitation.

Bethel narrowed his eyes, a flicker of starlight in them, then nodded slightly, indicating that Klein could continue.

"Let's take a look at what's happening at the bottom first." Klein didn't try to persuade Bethel directly, but instead waved his hand lightly, and a light screen appeared on the table.

The scene in the light screen was exactly the same as now, except that the people meeting were Klein's clone and Amon.

"If I'm not mistaken, you also have a clone in Bethel, right?" Amon watched as the smile on Klein's lips gradually spread, feeling very pleased.

"..." Unlike Klein's main body, the clone spoke directly, "We can deal with Mr. 'Door' first, and how we compete afterwards is up to us."

"Give me a reason." Amon looked at Klein's clone, his smile undiminished.

"Bethel has been with Dream for far longer than you, and he is Dream's most valued student."

"Under such circumstances, no one can imagine what He gained from the dream."

"Even now, I have no confidence in facing Him one-on-one, and I think you are the same, otherwise you wouldn't have been trapped by Him for several months."

Klein's clone's words were all reasonable, which made Amon's smile fade considerably.

"At least two uniquenesses are present in a dream item, and I bet you don't have any of those, do you?" Klein said meaningfully.

"..." Amon stared intently at Klein, raising his hand to gently adjust his monocle. "Besides making enemies foolish, can 'The Fool' also enhance one's own intelligence?"

"Then what kind of 'fool' is that?"

Klein's lips twitched, feeling insulted.

"I must say, what you said makes a lot of sense." However, Amon's tone quickly shifted to another direction.

"The teacher is indeed somewhat biased in this regard."

Klein smiled slightly. Even if I were Truman, I'd be biased. After all, who would like a brat like Amon...

"Then we have something to talk about."

At the top of the Tower of Babel, Klein gently wiped away the light barrier and looked at Bethel.

"The teacher didn't give me uniqueness, and he was never biased. What I have, Amon also has, it's just that the way he gave it to us is a little different." Bethel looked at Klein and said this.

"..." Klein's lips twitched. What kind of luck did Truman have to take on such a student?

"Ahem! What we need to talk about now is how to get Amon out of the game!" Klein steered the conversation back on track.

Bethel shook his head slightly. "You can't fool Amon. He's the most astute con artist."

"If we can't fool him, we can't fool him. If we join forces, how can he escape?" Klein pointed to himself and Bethel.

With them working together, Amon had almost no chance; it was a complete rout.

"To tell you the truth, even if I ultimately lose, I don't want to see Amon become the 'Lord of Mysteries'."

"That's why I'm here to discuss cooperation with you," Klein said sincerely.

"..." Bethel looked at Klein and suddenly smiled. "If I am ultimately defeated, I hope that it is you, not Amon, who will become the 'Lord of Mysteries'."

Klein raised an eyebrow slightly, and looking at Bethel, he suddenly felt a sense of kinship.

Their opinion of Amon had nothing to do with strength or who could entangle with the "Lord of Mysteries" longer; it was simply a matter of character.

Who could have imagined a future where Amon becomes the "Lord of Mysteries"?

It can only be said that this second son of the Creator has squandered all his good character over the past few thousand years.

Neither His fellow disciples nor Klein, the new competitor, trusted Him.

Completely opposite to Him is Mr. "Door" Bethel, the savior of human civilization in the war at the end of the Third Age, and the most powerful duke in the Solomon Empire besides the Dream...

"Great, now we have a basis for cooperation."

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Amun was like walking through the Tower of Babel, moving at an extremely fast speed. His "erroneous" authority allowed him to escape various traps at the fastest speed and pass through floors in the shortest amount of time.

After an unknown amount of time, Amon arrived at the door of one of the floors.

As if sensing something, he slightly curled the corner of his mouth and reached out to adjust the monocle on his right eye.

On the monocle made of crystal, countless symbols, patterns, and logos stand out, moving rapidly, intertwining, rearranging, or changing, as if calculating something.

Finally, a tower seemed to emerge from it, and after the tower appeared, the Tower of Babel no longer held any secrets for Amon.

This is a god-level "deciphering." Every step taken before, even the conversation with Klein, was to gather relevant intelligence.

Then a figure walked out in front of Amon.

The number of Amon has increased.

"Why am I the one taking the risk?" Amon chuckled softly, but his mood didn't drop; instead, it gradually rose.

Clearly, the adventure was a very interesting experience for Amon's clone.

"I can already foresee my fate." Amon reached out and gently pressed the doorknob, pushing the door open.

(End of this chapter)