Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night

The portal of "Origin Castle" opened wide, and countless rays of gray mist exploded. Wisps of gray mist attached to the souls from distant eras, and then these souls were released into the real world.

Truman stretched out his hand, but only stopped Amanisis, "There's no need to stop him."

Amanisis relied on his own perception of fate to lock a soul, but gained nothing. The "Lord of Mysteries" was fully prepared and concealed the fate of these souls from the river of fate.

"I didn't even know that the 'Lord of Mysteries' still has such characteristics as a gambler? Or is this also a kind of fraud?"

The "Lord of Mysteries" directly fought hard and activated all the back-up players at the same time. This was indeed a complete deception against everyone, God, and even fate.

Anyone who tries to stop those souls will receive the strongest blow from "Origin Castle". Now Truman can't even bear it.

And after these souls leave the "Origin Castle", reincarnation has been completed.

Could it be possible that they all were killed?

Truman thought he couldn't do such a thing.

"Can He revive any backhand?" Amanisis was silent for a long time, and he noticed the gray mist attached to every soul.

"Probably only those three paths can do it, but under the influence of the law of aggregation of extraordinary characteristics, there will be many reborn people who take these three paths."

Truman's fingers kept moving in the void, and lines of cause and effect invisible to the naked eye "corrected" a certain tributary in the chaotic river of fate.

In this tributary of destiny, Mr. Fool will be the first to board the "Origin Castle" and be bound to it.

At the same time, Truman also interfered with the other souls' ability to sense the "Origin Castle". Their means of connecting to the "Origin Castle" would be ineffective and they would not be able to board the "Origin Castle".

It can only be this way.

"This is the pillar." Truman sighed. As soon as he took action, he broke the cause and effect network compiled by Truman and created infinite variables.

Buzz!

"Origin Castle" closed directly after putting in all the souls, and even the gray mist surging above the spiritual world disappeared.

“Origin Castle” was completely hidden.

"Ruthless enough!" Truman raised his eyebrows slightly.

"He is forcing us to send a soul up." Amanisis thought of this.

"Yes." Truman's mind has already scanned the spiritual world where the earth belongs, but he still can't find the "Origin Castle".

The only explanation is that "Origin Castle" sealed itself and fell into the same isolation state as the Western Continent.

Originally, the "Origin Castle" was located above the spiritual world, but it was inaccessible. Now it is even hidden by the gray mist.

This time, only those who have traveled through rebirth can board the Source Castle. Even God Bethel and Amendon cannot enter, cutting off the possibility of any being other than the reborn person controlling the "Source Castle".

But there is still that velvet curtain on the "Origin Castle".

It would be very dangerous to send a soul in that has not experienced the baptism of madness.

"However... there is no need to worry that the soul of the entrant will be directly eroded." Truman said suddenly.

A Sequence One who controls "Origin Castle" cannot defeat Truman.

"This will be a long game." Amanisis nodded lightly.

"Let's go!" Truman took Amanisis and took one step forward to a private house.

"Is it him?" Amanisis saw the young man whose wounds were healing rapidly but who was still unconscious.

"He's still my believer."

This is the reality Truman maintains in his destiny.

"He received the most important gift from fate, but maybe he won't like it." Amanisis' tone was a bit complicated, as light as a dream.

"That era was our common beginning and the best memory." He sighed with rare emotion.

Perhaps it’s because we see so many “fellow villagers” today. These people are the last remnants of that era.

He gently reached out and pulled down a black curtain from the void, unfolded the curtain, and covered the young man.

This is His blessing.

"Uh..." The young man's body trembled and he was about to wake up.

Truman and Amanysis stood aside, watching the fellow countryman wake up, horrified by the environment he was in.

"Let's go." Truman and Amanysis left the house.

At this time, the river of fate calmed down, and in the vast star realm, the crimson figure confronting Trumen's true body suddenly opened his mouth.

The crimson face without features seemed to have been cut in an arc by a knife, and He laughed.

Truman can sense the mood of the "fallen mother goddess" outside the barrier.

He probably also sensed that the purpose of the "Lord of Mysteries" had been achieved.

"You have no chance." Ruoyouruowu's voice echoed in Truman's ears.

"Then give it a try." Truman raised his eyebrows slightly and argued.

The crimson figure looked at Trumen in silence for a while, then retreated directly back to the moon.

"Tsk..."

Truman shook his head slightly. If the "Fallen Mother Goddess" hadn't been directly dispatched at this time, the main body would have been able to prevent the arrangement of the "Lord of Mysteries".

But the joint attack of the two pillars is quite powerful.

"The end is coming soon." Truman turned to look at the other true gods, emphasizing a fact.

The reactions of the true gods in their respective divine kingdoms varied, some were dignified, some were relaxed, and some were exciting.

Truman is already abolishing the rules set by his own Fourth Age. From now on, in addition to ensuring the initial barrier, the True God can also plan for himself.

The next twenty years will also be the twenty years with the most intense struggle.

Truman's body turned into a dreamy bubble and disappeared in front of all the true gods.

At the same time, Truman had returned to St. Selina Church, and Amanissis wiped away his figure and disappeared without a trace.

"Let Captain Dunn Smith come here." Truman looked at the priest who had been praying under the Holy Emblem of Night.

"Yes, Lord Bishop."

That's right, Truman is now the Archbishop of St. Selina Church, leading the Night Cultists in the entire Tingen City.

Dunn Smith, captain of the Nighthawks Squad in Tingen City.

"Your Majesty Bishop." Dunn Smith bowed his head slightly and said hello.

"I have predicted a very talented young man. He has been involved in an extraordinary incident recently. Please pay attention to it."

Truman looked at the young Nighthawks captain whose hairline was a little too high.

"...Yes." Dunn Smith's deep eyes flashed slightly, such a task really surprised him.

"Do you need me to introduce him to the Nighthawks?" He thought for a while, and it seemed that this was the only option.

"Then I'll deal with this matter first." Dunn Smith said goodbye and turned around. Then he paused and his face suddenly looked a little embarrassed.

"His name is Klein Moretti, a history graduate from Hoy University." Truman's voice came from behind him.

Dunn Smith seemed a little ashamed and quickly left the church.