Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night

"In addition to not preventing me from ascending to the throne of God, I also need one condition." Adam stared at Truman.

"Okay." Truman agreed happily.

Adam's becoming a god is a game of humanity and divinity with Sasriel, and he does not need to interfere too much. He even thinks that Sasriel will most likely allow Adam to become a god instead of obstructing it.

Whether the game of humanity and divinity is more important, or whether it is more important to master the source of essence through a single channel, it is up to Sasril to choose.

As for the other condition, there is no need to worry. If it is too excessive, Adam will not raise it, otherwise he will fall out.

"Then it's a deal." When Adam said the deal, a certain force acted between the two people, and a contract was formed in an instant, a contract guaranteed by the power of "Dream".

This level of contract ensures that neither party to the transaction can easily violate it.

"What do you want to do?" After completing the transaction, Adam already felt that there seemed to be some kind of gap between himself and the collective subconscious ocean, and the ownership had been transferred to Truman.

"You will see it soon." Truman has used the power of "utopia" and "dream" to completely modify the underlying rules of the collective subconscious ocean.

Sequence Zero and even the King of Angels who control the uniqueness can modify and delete the knowledge and authority of the corresponding sequence.

The most obvious of these are the "Gatekeeper" of the Death Path, and today's "Stealer" Path.

They were all modified to some extent by Phoenix Ancestor and Amon.

"0-08 will be given to you when the next fellow comes over. That time should be the best time for you to become a god."

Truman disappeared directly into the high-backed chair. Adam nodded slightly and waved away the dream.

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"The venue has been obtained." Truman appeared in the dream castle, reached into the dark sea of ​​collective subconscious, and fished out an illusory badge from it.

"One more developer is missing." Truman looked at Russell Truman, who was in the same city, and countless bizarre dreams were reflected in his eyes.

This is the "dream" authority, and this authority alone is enough to control all dreams in the world.

And after completely mastering the sea of ​​collective subconscious, Truman's mastery of dreams became the best in the universe.

Soon, after Truman was stunned for a while, it was already dawn, and the invitation to Russell's banquet had been sent to the Dream Castle, and Truman also attended the appointment.

This banquet was not simple. In the name of the "Church of the God of Artisans", Russell hosted a banquet for the highest-ranking people in the entire imperial capital. What he wanted was the most shocking effect.

"I'm not afraid of playing myself to death..." Truman complained. Russell was so playful and gambling that he almost forgot that he was still a Sequence Six.

The banquet was held in the most luxurious manor in the imperial capital. A carriage engraved with the coat of arms of the nobles came here, and various nobles in luxurious clothes got out of the carriage.

"Welcome, gentlemen and ladies."

Russell put on a gorgeous bishop's robe and received everyone personally.

"Roselle, if you dare to play tricks on me today, you know what will happen." The arrival of an imperial military boss in military uniform pushed Russell to the forefront.

People who come here know something more or less. According to Russell, the new artillery can be a major weapon that changes human warfare, and the military attaches great importance to it.

If this experiment fails, Russell will be blacklisted by the imperial military.

"You'll see!"

Russell's eyes lit up when he saw this general. This was his main target.

After that, not only the military, but also many ministers from the empire came.

"Roselle, how do you think about the conditions I mentioned last time? As long as you nod, even if you fail this time, I can guarantee your entry into the military." An imperial prince even recruited him on the spot.

"Being a vassal of my Holy Solomon family is also a gift."

The stench of arrogance that came with the royal family made Russell almost print the soles of his shoes on that nostril-looking face.

Who has no one on top?

"Roselle." Truman appeared wearing a dark robe from a dream castle, with a gold coin-shaped badge on his chest.

"People from Dream Castle?!" Even the prince's expression changed slightly. He didn't expect that Russell could actually invite people from Dream Castle.

"Oh, my friend!" Russell directly crossed the prince and welcomed Truman in.

"You arrived just in time, otherwise I wouldn't be sure I would have stepped on his face."

Russell gritted his teeth. What he hated most was someone pretending to be in front of him.

"A member of the royal family?" Truman glanced at the prince and nodded gently. The Solomon family is really inferior to every generation. Today's Solomon Empire can be said to have all the shortcomings of the last dynasty. If it weren't for the gods above, it would have been long ago. It was overturned.

"Sooner or later, these royal children must know how powerful I am." Russell snorted.

"Then I'm looking forward to your performance." Truman walked aside minding his own business. There was a lot of delicious food at the banquet.

"Teacher, here is the latest ice cream." Bethel suddenly appeared at the banquet. No one except Truman could see him.

"Huh? The sect has come up with something new?" Truman tasted it with a spoon and it tasted good.

Well, the Dream Sect focuses on developing food, which initially requires sacrifices.

The object of sacrifice is naturally Truman.

"Teacher, are you very optimistic about this Russell?" Bethel was also tasting delicious food and looked at the long-sleeved Russell who was good at dancing and asked curiously.

"Look what's on him." Truman gestured.

Bethel turned around to look, and there seemed to be countless hidden symbols outlined in his eyes.

Blessings from "artisans", various magical items, and...

"A little bit attracted to me?" Bethel sensed the existence of some kind of cohesion.

"He came down from the 'Origin Castle'." Truman directly revealed the answer to the mystery.

"'Origin Castle'!?" Even with Bethel's cultivation, his heart was shocked.

"It's a pity that I chose the 'general person.'" But Bethel soon came to his senses.

It is impossible for an Extraordinary person of the "General Knowledge" path to enter the "Origin Castle".

"Welcome to the new era." Russell has prepared everything and is about to start the test firing of the new artillery.

Behind him were dozens of jet-black artillery pieces, equipped with elastic mounts and anti-recoil devices, and their calibers were far ahead of this era.

At Russell's order, all the artillery was loaded and fired.

No bullshit needed at this point, just real fire coverage!

All the nobles focused all their attention on the cannon, and the strange shape never appeared in the whole world.

Bang bang bang!

The artillery fired a volley, all the shells hitting a hill.

Boom!

In an instant, it was like the earth was shattering, and the entire hill was flattened by the terrifying explosion!