Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night

"Utopian Angel" Adam is a very special king of angels. He is the eldest son of the Creator of the Third Age and the elder brother of Amon.

But for thousands of years, there are almost no people who actually saw Adam take action.

He is always in the position of the planner, controlling an uncountable number of chess pieces.

But this time, the chess player finally needs to go to the battlefield in person to win a key bargaining chip for his layout.

"I'm looking forward to it." Truman suddenly laughed.

Adam nodded slightly, his clear eyes locked on Castile.

Now Castilla is frightened. He is almost trembling in the battlefield of the true god, and there is Amon watching eagerly next to him.

"Come over here." Adam took a step towards where Castilla was. At this time, the place where Castilla was was suddenly affected by the aftereffects of the divine war, and he had to avoid where Adam was.

Amon also came behind Castilla, forcing Castilla to flee quickly.

This is the most direct manifestation of the "writer's" ability on the battlefield. Just one sentence can arrange the fate of an angel in a sequence.

It was also at this time that Adam picked up the silver cross on his chest.

Suddenly, a stone square suspended in the void appeared in this area.

The dark stone pillars stood up one after another, supporting a magnificent and sacred church.

In this church, every pillar and the surface of every dome is inlaid with bones of different races. They are densely packed, staring at Castilla with different eye holes, and are surrounded by a cross that is hundreds of meters high.

Church of Bones!

The kingdom of God dreamed up by the uniqueness of the "utopian"!

"Adam!"

Castilla's voice was stern. As a Sequence Angel, he couldn't hold on for even a second and was directly sucked into the Church of Bones.

On the walls, windows, and doors of the church, transparent and twisted faces stood out. It seemed that countless souls were sealed inside. These souls confused Castilla's thoughts and made him unable to resist. thoughts.

However, when Adam really used the uniqueness of "Dreamer", the layer of fog covering him dispersed, and everyone saw him.

"Adam!" An angry shout came from the water that was completely moving at the speed of light, and with the acquiescence of the "Black Emperor", a "Lightning Storm" was thrown at Adam.

Similarly, the "God of Steam and Machinery" also took the initiative to remove a corner of the civilization scroll, allowing the power of the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" to penetrate, and a brass-colored eye opened, containing a dark and gloomy aura of death. .

Even Adam cannot stop the power of the two true gods!

But Adam, who was sitting under the huge cross, just raised his head slightly, stretched out his hand, and threw a stone slab into the sky above the Bone Church.

Buzz... Everyone looked at that ancient stone slab unconsciously, attracted by its ancient and distant atmosphere.

The second "blasphemous slate"!

Needless to say, everyone has received this message.

It was also at this time that the lightning storm that was enough to destroy the continent and the terrifying aura that was enough to kill the King of Angels all fell on that stone slab.

The stone slab buzzed softly, and there were dots of light rippling on it, as if there was a light and shadow reflecting across the sky and the earth. The illusory sea water surged, containing the terrifying lightning and the breath of death, unable to truly fall on the bones. On the church.

Adam didn't even look up, but turned to look at the army of Loen Kingdom.

"On behalf of the Kingdom of Loen, I admit defeat. Loen will open itself to the great God of War and welcome the Church of the God of War to settle in!"

George III arrived at the battlefield at some unknown time. He held a signed surrender document in his hand and threw it towards the Medici army.

The surrender document signed by George III in his capacity as "King" has both mystical and realistic meanings, and can completely represent the attitude of the Loen Kingdom.

"I accept your surrender." A hand suddenly stretched out from the void and caught the surrender document.

A figure wearing a white divine robe, with layers of white wings behind him, and long silver hair walked out. The "Angel of Destiny" Ouroloius glanced at the surrender document indifferently.

On His chest hangs a "Red Priest" badge with a black iron base and blood dots.

Its essence is the "Weather Warlock" sent by Klein, and Ourolius, wearing this attribute, has actually become the number two figure in the Medici Legion, exercising authority instead of Medici.

The Kingdom of Loen has admitted defeat, and Fenebote is still left.

The Feneport army that lost Castilla could not defeat the Medici Army and Ouroboros.

"Attack!" Ourolius, who became a member of the Medici Legion, was even able to borrow the unique power of the "Red Priest". A battle flag sounded, and the Medici Legion seemed to have become a sharp knife, ruthlessly Stab hard into the heart of Fenebote's army!

There are two ways to completely defeat an army. One is to kill most of the army, and the other is to kill its generals and destroy their morale.

The strongest general in Fenebaud's army is naturally Castile, who is now trapped in the Church of Bones. The other general is a "balancer" from the Castilla family, and now he has met Ouroleus.

No one could see how Ourolius acted. The angel made a mistake in casting the spell and threw the destructive rule into his own army, causing panic.

And this kind of panic spread towards the Feneport army in a crazy manner.

In an instant, the morale of the army collapsed.

Adam did not personally take action on this army, but His one glance was enough to decide many things.

"We won." Ourolius reached out and gently pressed the shoulder of the Angel of Castile family.

He did not look at the despair on the faces of the angels of the Castile family, but looked at a certain direction in the sky.

There is a black-red aura spreading there, and there is an ancient city faintly standing in the void, with a faint gray mist filling it.

Medici was trapped in that city.

"We won." Ourolius repeated his words again.

In that black-red city, Medici stood proudly, holding a sword in both hands on a black skull in front of him. There was a banner spread out behind him, and blazing flames enveloped him. He was not temporarily affected by the black skull. Contaminated by the red aura of disaster.

"We won...we won!"

Ourolius's voice reached Medici's ears through the invisible connection between him and Medici.

Medici opened his eyes suddenly, flag hunting, the aura on his body became restrained, and then suddenly rushed out like erupting magma, breaking through a critical point.

"I won!"