Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night

"Lord, let's retreat first." Ourolius left with Hermes, and only Truman and the ancient sun god were left in the church.

This is a hometown gathering.

Just like when Truman learned the identity of the goddess, he had some sense of identity, but because of the nature of this world, there was an invisible barrier.

"Do you want to drink?" Truman asked suddenly, "Vodka! The original flavor is guaranteed!"

Truman opened the book of dreams and took out two bottles of wine directly from it.

All your wishes come true and your dreams come to the world.

"This is a meeting gift for you." Truman handed the wine over.

"...Thank you." The ancient sun god looked at Truman for a while before taking the two bottles of wine, with a strange expression on his face, filled with regret and reminiscence.

"It's really a long-lasting memory."

He unscrewed the cap of the bottle and drank half of the bottle. "It smells very familiar!"

"The rules of the ancient Eastern countries seem to be to return gifts." The ancient sun god put down the bottle, and his eyes fell on the divine badge on Truman's chest.

"Yes!" He stretched out his hand and squeezed it gently, as if a sun condensed in his hand, eventually becoming a sun badge that was almost the same as the divine badge.

Truman's eyes lit up and he sensed the effect - Yong Zhou.

The main function is to exorcise evil spirits and purify, but it also has the effect of awakening sleeping creatures.

"Thank you!" Truman took it and put it together with the badge that contained the divinity of sleepless nights. The dreamy phosphorescence lit up and the two badges merged into one.

There are two patterns on both sides of the divine badge. The power of the sun and stars is surging, maintaining Truman's state.

"Sleepless and eternal day, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep again in the future." Of course, this is a good thing for Truman.

Truman laughed, this was also an unexpected gain.

"What do you and that lady have to do with me?" The ancient sun god has indeed met the goddess!

"Of course it's cooperation." Truman's face also became serious, and the power of the sea of ​​chaos and dreamy phosphorescence covered the church.

"How to cooperate?" The ancient sun god held the cross with one hand and asked calmly and gently.

At this moment, he was more like a god than a human being.

"The Alliance of Ancient Gods, Lilith, and the Demon Wolf of Destruction." Truman gave these keywords.

The ancient sun god had a calm face and clear eyes, and was not moved by it.

But Truman knew that something called omniscient authority began to surge in the sea of ​​chaos.

Although the ancient Sun God has not taken back the audience and the White Tower, he can indirectly control the power of omniscience through the Sea of ​​Chaos.

He is deducing, using endless knowledge to deduce the context of this era!

He has no power over destiny, but the writer is no less capable in this regard.

"Lilith..." The ancient sun god's eyes fell on Truman, thoughtfully, "Have you persuaded him?"

"No one wants to lose themselves." Truman did not answer directly, but meant something.

"Okay." The ancient sun god nodded slightly and decided to follow the trend of this era. "You can go to Sasril for specific matters."

Afterwards, the ancient sun god walked to the foot of the huge cross, closed his eyes, and began to pray to himself.

I always feel like this god is being lazy...

Truman blinked, walked out of the church obediently, and saw Ouroloius and Hermes.

"Hello, Ourolius, I'm sorry about what happened before." Truman looked at Ourolius.

The previous eruption of the Chaos Sea almost drowned Ouroloius.

"Huh?" Urolius then moved his eyes away from the stone slab and looked at Truman. He paused for a moment before responding, "It doesn't matter, you didn't hurt me, and you are the Lord's friend."

He saw the badge on Truman's chest, which had a power he was very familiar with.

"The Lord's oracle asked me to take you to see Sasril." Ouroleus suddenly thought of something and stretched out his hand to invite.

"Well, let's go." Truman and his little follower Hermes walked in the kingdom of the sun god under the leadership of Ouro Leus.

"The people here!" Hermes was a little shocked. They saw the massive sacrificial procession and the majestic hymns that continued, praising the god who brought sunshine to this land.

Of course, such things also happened from time to time in other human city-states. What shocked Hermes the most was that some humans actually had mysterious powers surging in them.

The most important thing is that there are no mutations on their bodies, their spirits are stable, and their mental bodies present a peaceful state that Hermes has never seen before!

"O Sun, you give us sunshine and rain, food and holy water..."

The hymns continued, and they were sung under the leadership of several priests. They were magnificent and aroused the true power of God.

"What's going on?!" Hermes asked in confusion.

"They are the singers." Ouroleus was also praising the sun, and Hermes turned his head and replied after hearing his doubts.

"Singer?" Hermes' tone was filled with intense confusion, and there was a thin film blocking him, preventing him from understanding everything in front of him.

"Sequence nine, the singer." Truman reminded him at the right time.

"Sequence nine?!" Hermes's eyes lit up, and everything became clear.

"Do you know the sequence?" A voice came closer from far away, and a figure also appeared in front of the three people.

The person who came was wearing a dark black robe, with shoulder-length black hair. His face was somewhat similar to the ancient sun god, but he was more handsome and handsome. His eyes were also black, with thick shadows vaguely visible.

The clothes on his body are extremely elegant, with silver threads and complex patterns, and come with gorgeous accessories.

"Sasril, why are you here?" Ourolius blinked and asked in confusion, "Has the city of the Lord's kingdom been built?"

Saslier's face turned dark and he coughed twice, "I'm here to receive guests."

"Oh," Ourolius nodded slightly, "Then I'll leave first, my mural hasn't been finished yet."

Ourolius returned his attention to the stone slab in his hand, making gestures with one hand, completely immersed in his own world.

"Ahem, friend, give me two bottles of vodka!" Dark Angel Sasril approached and whispered.

"..." Truman opened the book of dreams and took out a bottle of vodka.

This Sasril gave him a very strange feeling. The ancient sun god was completely divine and overpowered his humanity. He also had some emotional fluctuations when facing those distant memories, more like Adam in Truman's impression.

But Saslier, who was the King of Angels, gave him a very strong sense of humanity, even more so than Ourolius.

Perhaps this is the meaning of His creation...

Obviously, Truman prefers to deal with Him like this.

"Hiss! Good wine!" Saslier drank a large bottle of wine, "Bayehari!"

Truman simply grabbed a handful of dream phosphorescence from the book of dreams and stuffed it into Saslier's wine bottle. The dream phosphorescence rippled and the wine was filled again.

"What a convenient ability!" Saslier admired. The drink would not be completely consumed until the dreamy phosphorescence was extinguished.

"You can't let Him take it away." Saslier took another sip, and then put away the bottle of wine with great care.

The Sun God may have the ability to obtain such old-era things, but those wines will definitely not have the effect of neutralizing madness.

Truman is showing his own value.