Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 57 Redemption

With the issues left over from the previous meeting resolved, Sasriel glanced around and began to explain the next steps.

"Within one hundred years, our Lord will officially begin to reclaim all the powers that have been lost."

A hundred years... that's a long time, but Lilith and Amanisis still felt the pressure!

"At a suitable juncture, we will wage war against the elves and the dragons, and Olmir will declare war on Greta."

"This is the beginning of the end of this era, the darkness before dawn." Sasriel looked at everyone. "We may need your help."

"Yes!" Amanisis nodded immediately. Everyone agreed that the ancient gods should disappear.

Their initial purpose in gathering everything was to overthrow the era ruled by the ancient gods.

"Then let's begin." Lilith's blood-red eyes held a hint of coldness, but also an barely suppressed excitement.

The group has been planning this for a long time, and now it's time to put everything into practice.

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Dreamsea City is a city-state protected by the Dream Angel during the war with the elves.

After that, all the humans in the entire city-state unanimously requested that the city-state's name be changed to "Dream".

The priest in charge rejected the request, believing that using the angel's name directly was blasphemous, so he changed it to "Dream Sea," meaning the boundary between dreams and the sea, and also to commemorate the dreamlike sea that the angel manifested to withstand the boundless tsunami.

After that, the city-state even received special attention from the Kingdom of the Creator, and experienced tremendous development.

This should have been a thriving city-state, but today, its ruler has disappeared!

"There are traces of elves here!" an extraordinary individual skilled in divination declared. "I see traces of the 'Storm Priest'!"

"An elf!?" The extraordinary beings of this city-state were all shocked, and then fell silent.

The elves left a very deep impression on them.

"Elves! Elf again!" A short, young man even jumped up.

"How many of our companions have the elves killed in the past few years?! Now even the priest is dead!" The young man's face was agitated, and his eyes were red.

"We should take the initiative to hunt down the elves! To avenge the priests of Dreamsea City!"

"Revenge!" the fortune teller also shouted. "The priest is our teacher, and we must avenge him!"

"The elven patrol guard in charge of our city-state is a 'Storm Priest,' and only he can kill the priest!"

"Kill it!"

The young man's words were extremely forceful, and a power was spreading silently. Several extraordinary individuals present, whose mental state was already compromised due to the priest's death, were all affected.

"Storm Priest? It must be it!" Another extraordinary being nodded with absolute certainty, revealing his fear and disgust for the elves.

"Then let's kill that elf and avenge the priest!" These extraordinary beings reached a consensus amidst their intense desire for revenge.

"We can't rush things, we need a plan!" The man who started it all stopped the group again.

Afterwards, he proposed a plan to hunt elves, taking into account everyone's situation, which was approved by everyone.

"Alright! Let's do it this way!" The extraordinary beings dispersed, preparing to carry out their plan to hunt down the elves.

"Chik..." the fortune teller called out cautiously.

"What? Is there something wrong?" Chik, who had instigated everyone to hunt elves, smiled.

The fortune teller shrank back and didn't dare ask any more questions.

"You should get ready too. We'll start planning tomorrow," Chick said, deliberately mimicking a gentle tone.

"...Yes!" The diviner was terrified of Chick and could only quickly leave the church.

As the fortune teller's figure receded into the distance, the gentleness on Chick's face vanished, and he returned to his residence with a gloomy expression.

He opened several hidden doors and came to a hollowed-out underground cavity.

"Child, don't go down the wrong path. You are a child favored by the Lord and should not walk the wrong road." A weak voice entered Chick's ears.

Covered in blood and with all four limbs broken, the priest lay on the ground, bound by ropes imbued with supernatural power. The powerful life force of the Giant Path had allowed him to hold on until now.

"A mistake?" Chick's face gradually contorted with fear, confusion, and resentment.

"That was also your doing! You sinner!" A blue bone blade appeared in Chick's hand, and he plunged it into the priest's abdomen, drawing blood.

"I didn't know that Assassin Sequence Seven was a 'Witch'." The priest genuinely didn't know. Before being blessed by the Dream Angel, Dreamsea City was located in a remote area bordering the elves, and its potion recipes and resources were very limited.

But Chick was pushing him too hard at the time, so he could only concoct the Assassin's Potion. That... was probably fate.

"Don't mention that word to me!" Chick screamed, spinning the bone blade in his hand, and the priest screamed in agony.

"Witch...witch..." Chick had gone mad. He had exchanged the potion recipe and materials for "witch" with the church for his merits in driving away monsters several times.

However, the above description broke him down.

"This is the choice of fate..." the priest said, recalling everything from a few years ago.

Because of his own experiences, Chick is unwilling to trust anyone, which leads him to use divine favor to coerce the priest. Coincidentally, the priest at that time could only concoct the "Assassin" potion.

It was all arranged by fate.

"Fate has abandoned me! I will definitely take my revenge!" Chick's tone was cold and unspeakable.

"You... can choose to stay in the present forever... The higher the sequence, the greater the risk of losing control," the priest said intermittently, his consciousness beginning to fade.

"Impossible!" Chick's eyes were bloodshot. "Even as a Sequence Eight, I don't even have the chance to go to heaven!"

"Why did you...?"

"How dare I, a Sequence 8, approach Dream?" Chick was already showing signs of going mad.

After obtaining the "witch" formula, he fell into a frenzy of self-examination, his mind stretched to the limit.

"Why get close?!" The priest was truly puzzled. Getting close to God was a good thing, but God could not tolerate mortals.

This could be fatal for ordinary believers.

Chick's eyes were bloodshot, and a layer of keratin began to appear on his face, with black lines covering his cheeks. His hair also began to grow thick and dance without wind. He was on the verge of losing control.

He frantically pulled a cake with only two small bites in it from his pocket, inhaling its aroma almost pathologically, before tearing off a piece the size of a fingernail and putting it in his mouth.

His signs of losing control vanished instantly.

"Because...He is the only salvation for this insane world!"

(End of this chapter)