Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night

Klein and Azik Eggers walked on the yellow sand battlefield together, listening to an angel's explanation of the war that year.

"There are winners and losers in wars, isn't it normal?" Klein felt Mr. Azik's sadness, but he didn't quite understand it. Even if he lost, he shouldn't behave like this.

"However, when there was no winner on the battlefield, I gave up in advance." Azik said.

"At that time, the victory was not decided, but because of me, the army was defeated and the whole army was wiped out."

"That's why those Solomon soldiers charged at me just now, because we were enemies in the first place, and my soldiers roared at me, asking me why I had to admit defeat. It's not that they didn't have any hope of returning with full honors."

"I ruined their hopes."

Klein's mind was in a state of confusion when he heard this secret hidden in history, and he couldn't understand it.

At this time, Klein was spiritually touched and looked up to the front. There seemed to be an illusory wall dividing the battlefield.

"This is the battlefield from back then. Do you want to go in and take a look?" Azik looked at Klein.

"...Is it okay?" Klein asked cautiously.

"Of course, I also want to thank you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to find this sealed battlefield deep in the spiritual world and see some of the details of that year."

"This battlefield has been in the spiritual world for a long time."

"Why did I come here? Is it a coincidence?" Klein suddenly asked.

"It may be a coincidence, or it may be the law of aggregation of extraordinary characteristics." Azik answered.

This is understandable, but does it have the characteristics of the "divineer" path here... Klein nodded thoughtfully.

"Go in." Under the leadership of Mr. Azik, Klein passed through the wall that seemed to be made of illusory light.

"Kill!" Klein was in a trance and came to the battlefield more than a thousand years ago, where blood was splattering and lives were being harvested.

This was a war involving hundreds of thousands of people. Coupled with the presence of the Beyonder army, the damage caused was horrific.

The entire battlefield was like a giant meat grinder, burying both ordinary people and extraordinary people inside.

This is completely different from the Beyonder battles I know. The organic Beyonder army is too terrifying... Klein was completely shocked.

"This is a kind of rubbing photo of the information from that year. It has been preserved until now because of the spirit world. Here you can see everything that happened back then." Azik introduced, leading Klein to the top of a small mountain.

The viewing angle is very good, taking in the entire battlefield.

Directly opposite was an ancient city. Klein's spiritual intuition jumped wildly and he quickly lowered his head.

With just one glance, he saw thunder in the sky, strict rules and bloody waves.

But at this moment, Klein also remembered a truth of this world—you cannot look directly at God!

Could it be that the other side is a god? !

"Just look at the surface, don't go deep." Azik's hand gently patted Klein's shoulder.

Most of the horror in Klein's heart dissipated, and he dared to raise his head. However, because of the fright just now, he did not dare to raise his head to look at the ancient city on the other side. Instead, he followed Mr. Azik's gaze to the other direction of the hill. .

There is... Mr. Azik standing there? !

"That's me." Mr. Azik's face became very solemn, and he stared at his message and took a picture.

What appeared in Klein's eyes was Azik wearing a noble black and gold armor, sitting high on the Bone Throne.

He wears a golden phoenix crown on his head, and his eyes are cold and solemn.

This... doesn't look like Mr. Azik at all!

Mr. Azik can be said to be one of the gentlest people Klein has ever seen. Mr. Azik in this state is completely contrary to his knowledge.

He is more like a god, and the current Mr. Azik is more like a human being... Klein thought of this inexplicably.

"Atzik lost! The Balam Empire also lost! Lost to Alistair Tudor!"

A voice came from the city that Klein didn't dare to take a look at.

It was also at this time that the face of His Excellency "Death Archon", who was more like a god, suddenly changed.

"Azik, you need to pay the price for the failure of the war. From now on, I will deprive you of your identity as a consul!"

An even more majestic sound fell from an endless height, completely concluding this war.

The Death Archon fell to his knees, and his crown fell into the dust.

This unexpected turn of events made Klein's eyes widen, and the battlefield that was still in a stalemate also collapsed at this moment.

After morale dropped to freezing point, the opposing army launched a fierce attack. The Bailang Empire's army collapsed directly. The final result may really be the annihilation of the entire army!

"War..." The outcome of this war gave Klein a strange sense of absurdity. Did the First Empire War end because of these words?

What are those countless soldiers fighting on the battlefield?

"It's just a sentence..." Klein murmured.

"Yeah, it's just a sentence." Mr. Azik's voice said.

"This sentence wiped out all the efforts of me and my subjects over the past few years, buried all my soldiers, allowed the other side to win the war between the two continents, and helped Him complete the ceremony."

"It was my Father God who even announced my failure." Azik's face turned cold, very similar to the Death Archon who fell into the dust.

"..." Azik's words contained so much information that Klein felt suffocated.

"Was the outcome of this war destined from the beginning?" Klein asked.

"This is the trend of history." Azik suddenly said something that made Klein feel extremely familiar.

"The trend of history?!" Klein was frightened.

"I've heard this sentence!" Klein looked at Mr. Azik and said in a solemn tone, "Among the assassins who assassinated Duke Negan, there are also some members of the Blood Worship Cult today."

"Some of their members are members of a secret organization, pushing history in the direction they want." Azik nodded lightly.

Klein heard something familiar again. He had seen similar descriptions in Russell's diary.

"Be careful of the audience." Azik reminded Klein.

Klein nodded silently and wrote down these words.

After joining the Curly Baboon Research Society, his source of mysterious knowledge has been greatly expanded.

After all, there are many people who know Chinese among the time travellers. They will naturally collect Russell's diaries, have a lot of high-end knowledge, and will also exchange and discuss them at meetings.

He knows the characteristic of "whatever is said must be known", so now he just writes it down and doesn't dare to think too much about it.