Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 572 Reclaiming Authority

"The Abyss of Storms" is the divine realm of the "Lord of Storms".

This was also the first time that Sasriel had set foot here. He stood on the outskirts of the "Abyss of Storms," ​​looking at the boundless sea before him, shrouded in raging storms and endless lightning and thunder.

"Leodorus," Sasriel called softly, his calm voice carrying a terrifying power that caused the storm and lightning on the boundless sea to pause for a moment.

And in the next instant, a point of light suddenly shone brightly in the depths of that boundless sea.

It began to accelerate, carrying the entire boundless sea with it, approaching its speed limit, preparing for a desperate attack.

No true god could withstand such a powerful and insane attack; the most likely outcome would be that both true gods would perish together.

"Quiet down, you're still too short-tempered." Sasriel faced the sea that was moving at the speed of light, but the sea that was moving at the speed of light did not harm Him, but instead stopped strangely in front of Him.

"Give me the uniqueness and a copy of the 'Thor' attribute." Sasriel's tone was as relaxed and casual as if he were asking a customer for a cup of tea.

"..." Leodorus had not expected things to start this way.

He had been waiting for this day ever since he truly returned to Sasriel as the Creator, but the scene before him seemed somewhat different from what he had imagined.

Then, the "Lord of Storms," ​​who was already short-tempered, began to have a different idea.

Is He, Leodorus, a god who surrenders without a fight? That's a gross underestimation of me!

Because of its tyrannical rage, the storm and lightning became even more frenzied, and the entire divine kingdom turned blazing white.

"I know you didn't betray us willingly, and you don't need to bear this infamy," Sasriel said again.

"Give me your special ability, and you will still be my Wind Angel."

Sasriel's voice made the storm hesitate, but how could a "tyrant" so easily submit?!

"What stupid thing are you doing! Do you think you can beat Him?" Just before the "tyrant" could launch his final, desperate attack, a sun crashed into the sea.

In an instant, most of the boundless sea was evaporated.

"Dreamlike!" The tyrant's uncontrollable roar landed squarely, and the storm and the sun exploded simultaneously.

The tyrant's desperate strike landed on the sun, and then both of them unleashed boundless energy at the same time.

Sasriel frowned slightly and had to reach out and press down on the entire "Storm Abyss," within which a phantom ocean seemed to encompass all colors and all possibilities rippled, causing the surrounding environment to freeze.

In the desperate battle where the two true gods nearly perished together, the Abyss of Storms collapsed instantly, and the illusory sea forcibly mended this divine kingdom.

Otherwise, the barrier of the gods would have huge flaws.

After a few minutes, the splashing energy was absorbed by the illusory sea, eventually stabilizing and no longer breaking apart.

"Actually, I'm also missing a wind angel. Would you be willing to become the angel of my dreams?" Truman's voice spread throughout the "Storm Abyss" along with the last rays of sunlight.

There was no answer, but there was also no refusal.

Buzz... From the depths of the "Abyss of Storms," ​​a storm and a sun rose and floated toward Sasriel.

This is the uniqueness and corresponding characteristics that Saslier needs.

"...Alright!" Sasriel glanced at Leodorus deep within the "Storm Abyss," nodded slightly, and approved of Truman's approach.

In the war of the Third Age, Leodorus did not intentionally betray the cause; it was simply that everything was out of control under the ritual.

But some things happen and that's it; the outcome can't be changed.

Under such circumstances, it would be somewhat inappropriate for the wind angels to return to the Creator's throne, and Leodorus's mind probably couldn't grasp this concept.

With a wave of his hand, both "Storm" and "Sun" fell into his grasp.

Only one remained. Sasriel looked toward the Kingdom of Knowledge, where the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" resided.

The gods of the celestial realms naturally witnessed everything that happened in the "Abyss of Storms," ​​but with Dream and the Creator joining forces, who would dare to make a move...

While Sasriel was working to reclaim his authority, the "Hidden Angel" arrived at the sanctuary of the Church of the Earth Mother.

"This place... is empty." The faint mist in the eyes of the "Hidden Angel" suddenly dissipated, and a phantom river that seemed to have no end flowed out.

The same phenomenon was observed by the "Goddess of Night," who resided in the deepest part of the "Dark Heaven." She had seen the sanctuary of the Church of the Earth Mother through the eyes of the "Hidden Angels" and understood what had happened.

The mythical creature-like "Goddess of the Night" emerged from the darkness, with human hands and a pair of arms covered in short, dark hair growing from her ribs and waist.

One of His hands dragged a long, giant scythe, and the other held a twilight-colored greatsword. Of His other four arms, two held up something invisible, while the human hands were free.

"Eternal darkness." The "Goddess of Night" gazed into the deepest part of the divine realm, her hands gripping tightly as if she were holding something heavy.

He took a step, and then the entire "Dark Kingdom" trembled.

Gradually, the object in the hands of the "Goddess of the Night" was revealed: a deep black, ever-flowing river.

The spaces at both ends of the river are joined together, forming a cycle.

This is a tributary of the "River of Eternal Darkness," which is bound by a powerful, dreamlike phosphorescence, unable to break free.

The "Goddess of Night" took the "River of Eternal Darkness" and the rest of the unique items and left the "Deep Dark Heaven". Relying on the connection between the divine kingdoms, she was directly teleported to the divine kingdom of the Earth Mother Goddess.

The two goddesses seemed to be well prepared for the situation.

The glittering stars and the deep darkness spread throughout the kingdom of Mother Earth as the goddess of night, stepping forward, enveloping the fertile plains and lush forests.

At one point, the "Goddess of Night" looked up at the sky above the divine realm, where a blood-red moon hung.

"It really is Him." The Goddess of Night confirmed her opponent and, without further hesitation, strode towards the deepest part of the Earth Mother Goddess's kingdom.

As He ventured deeper, the situation in the plains and forests became increasingly bizarre. The plains were barren, covered with a thin layer of white mycelium, while the forests were unusually lush, with twisted and gnarled trees and countless plump, swollen flower buds among the leaves.

At this moment, the "Goddess of Night" raised the Greatsword of Twilight.

The decaying quality of "twilight" spread along the orange-red light, all the white mycelium died instantly, and the unusually lush trees gradually withered.

However, those swollen flower buds were stimulated and continued to expand, eventually giving birth to one after another giant covered in pus and incomplete.

(End of this chapter)