Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night

"Everyone, this is just the prologue. The real challenge will begin in a few hundred years." Truman reminded softly.

"Let's prepare each other." Saslier nodded slightly, and then Amanisis directly announced the end of the first gathering of "Redemption Rose" and left secretly.

Immediately afterwards, the Mother Goddess of the Earth, the God of War, the God of the Undead and the God of Spiritual Objects all left through their own means, leaving only a few Angel Kings of the Creator on the scene.

"I used my ability to make a prophecy." Ourolius looked up at Sasril, "I saw corruption, blood apes, darkness, decay, killing, filth in my destiny..."

Saslier just listened without commenting.

"None of them are good words." Medici clicked his tongue, but his mood was far less cheerful than before.

"Why don't you bring Leodro and Amon with you?" Medici looked at Truman and Saslier who looked calm, "Maybe they are so stupid that they can't tell which one is their master. Yet?"

"Amon and Adam have my plan to fight against that person, and Leodro and the others may be affected by that person because of their paths." Saslier explained.

"It's really..."

Even Medici was speechless for a while. A church that had ruled for almost the entire century was forcibly split. They were even plotting to assassinate the omniscient and omnipotent Lord.

"I need some time to accept it." Ourolius stood up and paced back and forth in the dusk palace, and then... He decided to paint a few murals to calm down.

"Interesting!" Medici jumped to Ouroboros's side and watched the mural being completed. From time to time he would make suggestions to modify his perfect image in the mural.

"..." Truman watched this scene and moved closer, using dreamy phosphorescence to add some material to his portrait.

When Medici saw this, he said that he wanted it too, but was severely rejected by Ourolyus. He had always been a realist, so he couldn't beat the dream, otherwise...

Saslier was speechless as he watched the three angel kings competing over a mural.

Just now they were plotting to kill the Creator, and now they were discussing how to leave a more perfect image on the mural.

Is this...appropriate?

But for a moment, Saslier thought this was pretty good.

…

These hundreds of years are critical for the Creator who is at odds with "God", but for "Redemption Rose", this is very painful.

Among them, the problems Truman encountered were particularly prominent. In his own territory, he felt the gradually reviving will of "God" all the time. The sea of ​​dreams was turbulent all the time, leaving him mentally and physically exhausted.

But Truman wanted to take this opportunity to gradually strengthen his resistance to the will of "God", so he persisted and did not leave.

Of course, for the sake of safety, Truman also made some preparations. On the surface, he was only active in his divided "Dream Angel" identity.

This "Dream Angel" identity is constantly walking around the world, making preparations for various wars.

Over the course of hundreds of years, the Church of the God of War was recognized by the Church of the Creator, and even secret sects that worshiped death or pursued abstinence appeared in some places.

This was Saslier's advance payment.

Rumors have emerged in many dioceses that the Vice-President of the Kingdom of Heaven was tempted by the hidden existence and gradually fell into corruption.

"You and Saslier seem to be hiding something from us." This is the first time Amon has come to test him.

After the establishment of "Redemption Rose", its members conspired every once in a while to discuss specific battle preparations. Even with "secret" power, it was impossible for everyone to be unaware.

Among them, Amon relied on a certain keen sense of smell to lock Truman and determined that he was an important part of this secret.

"I asked you to ask your father." Truman's identity is no different from Truman himself, more like a clone.

There are two eyeballs made of starlight in his hand, which are the uniqueness of the "door" path.

Bethel has gone to the starry sky to perfectly perform the promotion ceremony of the Sequence One "Star Key" and become a Sequence One Archangel, but this thing cannot be given to Him yet.

"Father fell into a deep sleep." Amon's face looked a little strange. He who became the "wrong" only sex noticed that something was changing, but he had no way of knowing the status of the Creator, and he had no ability to see through the "secret".

"Then wait until he wakes up and ask again." Truman stopped outside a city and used the "gate" authority to locate the coordinates here.

He has been doing this for hundreds of years.

"What are you afraid of?" Amon reached out and grabbed the starlight to steal it, but some kind of power was changing. He subconsciously let go and did not try to "steal" again.

His inspiration gives warning that something bad is going to happen.

"It's this move again." Amon sneered, but didn't dare to do it.

Amon wanted to continue to entangle and try other methods, but at a certain moment, he and Truman both raised their heads and looked in the direction of the Creator's Heaven.

Some mysterious connection made them feel connected.

"Father is awake?" Amon blinked, a little surprised.

"Yes, I'm awake..." The smile on Truman's face gradually faded.

"Ha! The information you have is worthless." Amon suddenly looked at Truman.

Truman glanced at Amon strangely, then chuckled and said, "Go back to your father quickly."

"Hmph!" Amon was extremely "obedient" and stole the distance directly, returning to the Creator's Heaven.

Truman had no intention of returning to the Creator's Heaven, and silently began his preparations.

"You also have things you are afraid of." Truman silently took out a mask from his pocket and put it on his face.

"The Fool" mask!

Before that, the uniqueness of the "mistake" reproduced by Truman had already appeared in Truman's right eye.

The mask of "The Fool" merged with the uniqueness of "Error", and a strange aura appeared in this world. The eyeballs made of starlight were affected by the cohesion force and were already ready to move.

If Amon were here, the true "error" and uniqueness would be attracted, and the "secret" would be revived.

Therefore, Amon was arranged to leave.

For the omniscient and omnipotent “God”, this couldn’t be simpler.

"Dream, we meet again."

A priest wearing a simple white robe walked out of this city-state and stepped on the Shinto paved with white stones, barefoot to avoid dust.

The sunlight seemed to have a destination, gradually converging towards him, forming a halo behind his head.

He looked at Truman with a pair of eyes as clear as a baby and said hello in a friendly manner.

Even though Truman was fully prepared for this, he took a step back slightly when he saw the Creator like this.

The Creator in front of you can no longer see the existence of humanity, giving people a grand and endless feeling, like a huge light and shadow that can support the universe.

"Hello, 'God'."