Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night

"Trunsoest went to the dark heaven of night, where the brass book is."

Adam directly informed Alistair of Trunsoest's whereabouts.

"'Night Goddess' and Dream Duke really broke up?" Alista knew some inside information.

Adam kept smiling and just told one fact, "The 'Brass Book' is in the hands of the night. This news has been confirmed by the God of War."

"So, you force the 'Goddess of the Night' to swallow the brass book and completely draw a clear line with the Duke of Dreams?" Alistar frowned.

Because of the relationship between the "Night Goddess" and Mew, these true gods have always had limited trust in the "Night Goddess", and they have spared no effort to destroy the relationship between the two.

Adam was noncommittal. He and Saslier's camp had always maintained a certain degree of tacit understanding. They would not be soft-hearted, but they would not focus their plans on certain things that should not be said.

"You are forcing me too!" Alistair Tudor's eyes seemed to be burning with crazy flames.

If Trunsoest betrays Trunsoest, who is also the most "faithful" angel, his situation may not be good...

All their honors come from the Black Emperor!

"I also want the brass book." Alistair looked at Adam and put forward his own conditions.

"It's too late." Adam shook his head slightly, "When I came to see you last time, Ornia also went to Trunsoest."

Ornia, the "goddess of beauty" in the sequence of the "moon" path, is now the blood moon queen of the blood clan, leading the blood clan to have some contact with the Church of the Mother Goddess of the Earth and the Church of the Goddess of the Night.

The flames in Alista's eyes suddenly exploded, "Then you guys are forcing me to die!"

If the "Night Goddess" and other gods want to train Trunsoest into a "Judge", then his path will be completely blocked.

At that time, He didn't even have a chance to become Sequence One, let alone become a god? !

"You won't die, you'll just go crazy." Adam calmly informed Alista of the result.

"When I came here, you actually had no choice." Adam just raised his hand slightly, and the thought of Alista's desperate fight to attract Solomon's attention was wiped away.

A Sequence 2 angel actually has no ability to resist in front of Adam.

Of course, a very important point is that the Duke of Dreams is not in the capital of Solomon. Otherwise, even with the power of the gods, especially the protection of the secret authority, Adam would not dare to enter here.

"This is the normal trajectory." Adam suddenly sighed as he looked in the direction of the Dream Duke Castle.

Adam got quite a lot of things from the memory of "God", including those related to Truman's Dream, as well as those related to Sefirot and Outer Gods.

That is knowledge that has not been recorded on the second blasphemous tablet, and only Adam knows it at this stage.

At this stage, the major sources of matter in the Western Continent are pouring into the North and South Continent. In addition to the arrangements of the "Lord of Mysteries", they also have a share of Adam, or "God" and "Creator".

Adam's purpose was to temporarily put aside the dream that destroyed the balance and gain room for planning.

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"Ah, Adam must be plotting against me again." Truman walked with Bethel in the boundless gray fog, and his spiritual sense was touched and he felt something.

"Teacher, do you need me to go back?" Bethel was a little worried. In his eyes, Adam was the eldest son of the Creator and an "angel of fantasy." His calculations must be treated with caution.

"No need, I can probably guess what he is doing, but if he wants to succeed, he has to ask me."

Truman and Bethel used the "door" authority to "close the door" together, which was considered to be strengthening the seal of the Western Continent.

Now Bethel is only one ritual away from the "door". With his help, he can also deceive the gray fog and exercise some of the authority of the "Lord of Mysteries".

However, this gray fog is too weird, completely blocking the road from the North and South Continents to the West Continent, but it can also allow the source of the West Continent to penetrate, which really gives Truman a headache.

"This thing can't be repaired at all." Truman also knew that there was a limit to what he could do now.

The most he can do is to limit a few source materials, but those source materials that have taken root in the northern and southern continents and left coordinate points cannot be completely driven back.

Suddenly, Truman's movement of "closing the door" slowed slightly, looked at Bethel, and ordered: "You should deal with the gray fog seal here first. I remembered something and I have to deal with it."

Truman left the gray fog, opened the book of dreams in an inaccessible corner, and his consciousness sank into it.

"Amanisis?" Truman came to Dreamland and met the "Night Goddess".

Now is not the time for a routine meeting, but Amanysis invites Truman to meet through the dream mark.

"Your 'brass book' is gone." Amanissis leaned on the high-backed chair behind him and said in a gentle tone.

"..." Truman blinked, with a look of realization on his face, "Is it Trunsoest?"

"You know?" Amanissis was a little surprised. He came here immediately after the gods made the decision. Lilith didn't have time to inform Truman in advance.

"Guess." Truman said casually, and then changed his tone, "Is it Badheir?"

Badheir was severely tricked by the Brass Book and lost the God War.

"It's Him." Amanissis nodded imperceptibly.

"It's really cool and fun-loving." Truman commented on this.

"As for Trunsoest, let him go there. What's mine is mine after all."

At most, it's just a trip, but in the end it has to be returned to Truman's hands.

"As long as you have an idea." Amanisis nodded lightly, and then he logged off directly and left the dream paradise.

"Trunsoest...what about Alistair?"

Truman suddenly thought of Medici. This guy was so miserable. He was ambushed by Adam and Alistar, and stewed him and the two angels he hated most.

After thousands of years, they merged together and became the hotpot evil spirit.

"Tsk! It's been a long time since I last saw Xiao Hong." Truman was able to think of Medici because of Alista and some kind of spiritual premonition that something might have happened over there.

Truman was not in a hurry. He walked slowly into the gray mist and continued to strengthen the gray mist seal. This was a top priority. If all the source matter really penetrated, he would be in real trouble.

But suddenly there was an illusory stream of light flashing through the dreamy Duke's castle, heading towards Medici's fiefdom.

"Binxi..." That flow of information directly manifested itself in this seaside town.

This was one of the rewards Medici received during the founding war of the Solomon Empire. He used it as a family base and built a large town.

The illusory stream of light condensed into a human form, and Truman walked out of the information flow.

And the moment Truman set foot on this land, some kind of repelling force acted on him.