Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night

"The main body gave you a gift in return, but I can't just let it go." He thought for a while and finally took out a stone slab.

"I don't have the power of the original body, but this thing is under my control for the time being."

"I don't know how you know the sequence, but I can show you the real sequence."

Saslier is very interesting. In this strange world, knowledge is similar to power.

Moreover, this is an era before even the sequence has been circulated, so this kind of knowledge is even more precious.

"It just so happens that I need this knowledge." Truman did not refuse. This knowledge was of limited use to him. After all, he could not take the sequence path. The ancient sun god probably knew this, so Saslier was able to take the blasphemous tablet. Come to him.

"This is also part of the plan." Saslier said, and Truman nodded slightly.

Perhaps Saslier meant to repay himself, but it also involved this cooperation.

Such as the stars and the moon and their adjacent paths.

This is a bargaining chip for the Sun side to win over the other two sides.

"Oh..." Truman seemed to have thought of something. He looked at Hermes and sensed the infinite desire in his heart. He nodded lightly and said, "How much you can see depends on you."

"Thank you two angels!" Hermes bowed ninety degrees and almost knelt down before the two of them. Truman once again grabbed a ball of dreamy phosphorescence and stuffed it into Saslier's hand.

Saslier blinked and nodded slightly, not minding.

"Let's get started." Saslier completely opened up and desecrated the slate. The hazy shadow dissipated, revealing the gray-white slate.

It is very mottled and ancient. After years of vicissitudes, it is engraved with a peculiar text that can be read at a glance.

"Sun Path: Sequence Nine, The Singer..."

Wearing the robe of a sage, Truman's record of knowledge reached a terrifying level, and he could finish deciphering the blasphemous tablets without any pressure.

"Sequence Zero..." This is one of the few things that Truman can take seriously.

"By the way, now I can create the blasphemy card!"

A strange thought occurred to Truman, but he quickly shook his head. He was not the emperor who could even attack the witch, so it was better not to steal the limelight.

He raised his head and saw that Hermes was still reading it fascinatedly.

"Okay." At a certain moment, a thick shadow once again covered the blasphemous stone, and Saslier put it away.

"Huh!" Hermes woke up and thanked Saslier and Truman again.

"There is a complete path to God, and there are other sequential paths that can reach the level of demi-god." After all, Hermes is not Truman, and he cannot decipher all the information in a short period of time.

So he made a choice and obtained the complete path he was on, as well as the knowledge of Sequence Four and below of other paths.

"The dissemination of knowledge should be cautious." Truman said to Hermes, with some suggestions.

"Yes!" Hermes woke up from the impact of the huge amount of mystical knowledge.

"I, Hermes, swear to follow Mr. Angel to the death! The history of mankind will always bear the honorable name of Mr. Angel!"

Hermes knelt down on one knee and bowed his head to Truman for instructions.

No longer a virtual personality, but the real Hermes.

Truman was startled, then nodded with a smile, "You can also call me Dream."

"Yes!" Hermes remembered the name firmly.

"Go ahead, your knowledge is enough to allow human beings to truly have the power to protect themselves." Truman said, Hermes is an excellent follower, but now he should return to the human city-state.

Truman directly used the Ancient One's Glove to send Hermes back to the place where the two first met.

"Sorry, it may have disrupted your plan." Truman said to Saslier.

This knowledge is the best means for the Sun God to gather human believers.

"This is the reward that should be given to you." Saslier didn't care, "God's power is enough to make all humans believe."

Hermes was able to obtain such a massive amount of mysterious knowledge because of Truman. As he said, Truman's honorable name will be engraved in the history of human mysticism, and countless humans will become the anchor of Truman's faith.

"But your ability is very similar to that of the Miracle Master." Sasril glanced at the Ancient One's Gloves, and then scanned the Dream Book, "Whether it is destiny or wish."

So, do they suspect that they are connected with the mysterious master... Truman suddenly understood.

The ancient sun god must have been able to see the inconsistency in Ouroleus' fate and guess the effect of the Book of Dreams, so he could not help but think of the sign of destiny.

But Truman knew it had nothing to do with it, so he didn't deny it, he just smiled.

"Why don't you take me to visit your Kingdom of God?" Truman is still looking forward to the Kingdom of the Sun God, and there is a high probability that he will see some familiar people here.

Saslier readily agreed to receive the guests and catch some fish along the way.

"Hey, Sasril, who is this? He's even more handsome than me!" The two of them had just taken a few steps when they saw a knight with red hair and black armor walking towards them.

He was young and handsome, with an expression as bright as the fiery red hair.

"Medici!" Saslier shouted softly, "He is a guest."

"Guest?" Medici raised his eyebrows and glanced at Truman provocatively, making him feel the urge to punch him.

"Your performance was very successful." Truman even sensed a provocation on a mysterious level. If two angels of the same sequence two stood in front of him, the red one would be attacked first.

"This is not an act, His... nature is like this." Saslier said helplessly.

Medici's expression changed a little, and it was clear from Saslier's attitude that he valued Truman.

This made him curious.

He wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by a terrifying storm.

It was a thunder that was as terrifying as a natural disaster, and its silvery white color even turned the sky above the three of them into another world.

"Medici, stop!" A voice like the roar of a giant monster sounded, and a humanoid natural disaster with wind and thunder wrapped around its body appeared on the horizon. In anger, its long dark blue hair danced wildly.

"Here we come, brother." Medici did not run away, but leaned closer to Saslier, causing Saslier to wave his hand to block the thunder.

You can't let your guests be struck by lightning, right?

"Leodro, you have offended our important guest in heaven! Now I will punish you by singing a song to appease the anger of the guest!"

"You!" The tall and rugged Leodro's face changed, and he gritted his teeth. Even Saslier's face twitched.

"I believe this is nature." Truman sighed. Hearing the roar just now, Truman was able to judge what level of ocean singer this Leodro was. His words were absolutely lethal.

Medici was not beaten to death entirely because he was strong enough and had the ancient sun god on his back.