Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night

Bethel, the new dream apprentice, followed Truman back to the dream territory.

"Has Saslier told you about me?" Truman asked Bethel.

Bethel is still in a daze, so much so that the paralyzed expression on his face is a little unbearable.

It is already an unimaginable honor to be given a surname by the Lord, and now to be accepted as a student by an angel, life seems like a dream.

"Your Highness...Teacher, you are the strongest angel under the Lord, the embodiment of dreams in the world, and the light of tranquility in a crazy world..."

"Stop!" The corner of Truman's mouth twitched. It was okay to hear such words in the midst of prayers, but it was really awkward and uncomfortable to chant like this face to face.

"I'm asking you why Saslier recommended you to me."

"Oh..." Bethel instantly knew that he had misunderstood the point and wanted to explain, but was stuck, "...I don't know either."

"Uh..." Saslier just wanted to give this apprentice to himself.

"Well, have you watched "The First Glory of Fire" and "Twins"?"

"These are two history books compiled by some scholars in the Kingdom of God. But to be honest, the details are inappropriate and all kinds of unreliable legends are included. They are both stinky and long."

But it is undeniable that it records a lot of information on the surface of the various ancient god forces.

"Uh..." The clear blue eyes twitched slightly, and his face looked slightly embarrassed.

"Teacher, these two books were compiled by my father and I."

Huh? Truman was surprised.

"No wonder Saslier recommended you to me." Truman nodded calmly, completely forgetting his previous comments on these two books.

"Then you sort out the characters and relationships among the ancient gods, demigods and above for me." Truman directly ordered. All apprentices use this method.

Writing a story requires all the information from all demigods and above. It is conceivable that this will be a huge work and will bring a perfect end to the second era.

If Truman could take the magic potion, "Dreamer" would probably be able to melt in his mouth.

"Yes!" Bethel nodded solemnly. People who can straighten out the history of the ancient god race naturally have such ability.

"Besides, if you have any questions about mysticism, you can ask me. It's my first time as a teacher, so I don't know much about it."

Truman thought for a while, and finally rubbed a dream badge in his hand and threw it to Bethel.

"This is my student's proof. Remember that you will be the agent of Dream in the future and you must abide by the teachings of Dream!"

Bethel received the dream badge with a serious face and excitement.

Afterwards, Truman was even a little surprised by Bethel's sensitivity to history and his grasp of the progress of the story.

If he had chosen the "Fool" path, Bethel would probably have become the best historian.

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Under the influence of a certain force, history rushes forward in a boiling manner, and the whole world is plunged into turmoil.

The elves, dragons, and the Kingdom of the Creator attacked each other, setting off a war that swept the entire world. Giants and phoenixes were not willing to be alone, and they all coveted each other's characteristics.

Time seems to have gone back to the era when the ancient gods were at their fiercest. The various races attacked each other, and the intensity of the war increased year by year.

This is a war that truly breaks out from the bottom, and not even the ancient gods can stop it.

Using a demigod as an introduction, drag an entire extraordinary race of demigods into a carefully constructed relationship network.

Demigods are the backbone of every race, and are even the link between ancient gods and lower-level tribesmen.

Take the giant race as an example. The giant king has never laid eyes on a giant below a demigod, and his subordinate gods will not interact with a sequence five giant.

Only demigods can enter the sight of God without being too far away from the bottom.

The racial demigods are caught in disputes, and the turmoil is at the bottom of a race.

When there is enough turmoil at the bottom, demigods take action, and it is natural for angels to pay attention.

The intensity of the war quickly spread to the ranks of gods and angels.

"It's time." Truman suddenly felt something in the dreamland, and the prophecy of the Sage's Robe was triggered.

His mind sank into darkness, and suddenly, a frightening thunder exploded in his ears. Truman tried hard to open his eyes, and finally captured a clearer picture.

The thunder went through him.

"I was struck by lightning?" Truman was surprised, but not panicked.

The Elf King's thunder and lightning penetrated him, but could not kill him.

"The Great Creator will take back all authority over himself at the end of the age, and it all begins with the elves."

Truman picked up Al Suhode's pen and wrote this line. The tide of history was rolling in, and everything left needed to be created by themselves.

"Bethel." Truman put down his pen and called out.

Bethel has been a disciple of Truman for decades, and with the protection of dreams, his sequence path is going extremely smoothly.

But he has never been impatient, and it still took him nearly a hundred years to become the "secret mage" he is today, despite having the acting skills.

Yes, he is already a demigod.

"Teacher!" Bethel still looks like a young man. His teacher always dresses like a young man, and his disciple cannot be too old.

"You don't have to sort out those things anymore." Bethel was mature enough, but her blue eyes were still a little shocked.

He always sneaks away to travel around the world when Truman gives him a day off, and sees the differences in city-states around the world.

At the same time, he was able to observe signs that the times were about to change, both in books and in reality.

Over the years, he has already known what kind of work he is doing.

"They are all things that will be swept into the history pile." Truman stood up and put away Al Suhode's pen.

"Teacher, where are you going?" Bethel couldn't help but ask. He had guessed something, and something so epic made him feel excited.

"Go find trouble with the elves." Truman smiled, "If you are interested, you can also fight for the Creator and for our human race."

"My students can't hide behind and wait for the results." Truman encouraged.

Bethel of the "Mystic Mage" is already powerful enough to be able to stand alone.

It's just that his teacher is too powerful, suppressing the brilliance of the demigod in his prime.

"Yes!" Bethel's slightly old-fashioned face was filled with excitement, and he felt honored to be able to participate in this historical moment.

"Then I'll leave first." Truman wandered away directly and came to a land not far from the Kingdom of Elf God.

This is a battlefield between human extraordinary people and elves. The extraordinary people from the Creator's Heaven are engaged in a "holy war."

Angels such as Medici, Leodero, and Ouroleus are all here. It can be imagined that the intensity of the war here has reached the most terrifying level for God.

"Goshinam." Truman looked at the elf queen standing in the elf army.