Chapter 158: Hunting

Carrying the momentum of the Solomon Empire, he was able to mobilize multiple Duke families at any time, and even had Adam plotting behind the scenes.

Alistair's war was fought quite beautifully; the Death Consul and the Angel of the Witch Sect were both beaten into steady retreat.

The victory was sealed.

"Where is Medici?" Alistair was in a very strange state; he possessed all the Beyonder Characteristics of the Red Priest pathway from Sequence 9 to Sequence 2.

But these characteristics had not completely fused with him; a timing was still missing.

"He is waiting for me to walk into a trap."

Upon learning that Adam was plotting against the characteristics he held, Medici decisively made certain hidden arrangements, set up a trap, and conducted a counter-hunt.

Adam chuckled softly, feeling it was interesting, but soon restrained his smile.

"You worked together for over a thousand years." Alistair vaguely sensed the complex mood of this Writer.

"This is a necessary sacrifice." No changes could be seen on Adam's expression, his eyes remaining calm, like the bottomless Collective Subconscious Ocean.

When he mentioned Medici again, it was as if he were speaking of a stranger.

"You really are a lunatic! The nickname Medici gave you couldn't be more fitting!" Alistair laughed neurotically, mocking Adam wantonly.

Adam was not angry, or rather, he had already lost the things a person should possess, such as "anger."

"He will come to disrupt this ritual." Alistair looked up at the sky as if he had sensed something.

"Then his enemy will not be me, but the entire Solomon Empire." No sooner had Adam finished speaking than a large expanse of leaden clouds pressed down from the sky, and a gale swept across the entire battlefield.

The battlefield where tens of thousands were charging was forcibly stalled by this gale, which delayed the defeat of the Balam Empire's army.

"Who is it?" The Death Consul sat high on a chariot made of bones, clad in armor, holding a deep black longsword.

The war between Angels had long been taking place in hidden places, but he was the soul of this army; he had not personally joined the battle, but was instead locked in a distant standoff with Alistair Tudor, neither daring to easily enter the fray.

"Medici?" Soon, the Death Consul locked onto the target, and even his dead face showed some emotional fluctuation.

"Medici?!" The Angels on the side of the Solomon Empire were even more astonished, subconsciously wanting to take action to stop him.

As long as this war developed according to the normal trend, the Solomon Empire would win, and after the victory, they would be the greatest contributors.

Medici's intervention directly placed him on the opposite side of the entire Solomon Empire, damaging the interests of the entire Solomon Empire.

"Oh, hit the wrong target!" Medici's annoying voice rang out above the battlefield, and the violent weather instantly subsided.

Just at this moment, however, two other similar powers erupted from outside the battlefield.

Those were the other two Conquerors, Sauron and Einhorn!

The secret ritual was nearing completion; because of the convergence of concepts like "Iron and Blood" and "War," the three relevant Angels had all arrived here.

The peculiar weather controlled by these three Conquerors met in the sky further away; silvery-white electric snakes, gales, and blizzards erupted simultaneously, and a scene like the end of the world descended.

"Three Conquerors and the Unique..."

All the relevant characteristics of the Red Priest were here.

Pallez, Zaratul, and other Sequence 1 Angels vaguely sensed something wrong; it was an anomaly in Fate.

"Will something terrifying happen today?" These Angels who grasped powers related to Fate had all begun to have vague premonitions.

Some power had erased the anomaly in Fate, but the act of erasing itself was already an anomaly.

"Is this the power of the historical trend?" Alistair Tudor looked at the three entangled clouds, each wary of the other but not daring to move, and realized a certain powerful force.

It was precisely this force that pushed the world to gallop in a certain direction.

He had already vaguely sensed the rhythm of the other eight characteristics within him.

Over these past few hundred years, he had successively held the other rituals of the Red Priest pathway and performed the corresponding acting, and now he was about to achieve sufficient victory in the imperial war; a certain force of convergence had already begun to take effect.

"I should go step on the 'trap'." Adam looked at the receding leaden clouds and said softly, after which his figure gradually faded, turning into a pencil sketch, and was erased by an eraser.

This was the power of "Hidden," coming from the Evernight Goddess.

Adam had exchanged for a charm possessing the power of "Hidden" from the Evernight Goddess through the Gods Alliance.

This power of "Hidden," added to Adam's own "Invisibility," ensured that Adam's tracks would not be spied upon by any deity.

Alistair commanded the army to attack the Balam Empire with a cold expression; the Beyonder troops poured out, and under the blessing of the power of "War," they were exceptionally valiant.

On the other side, Adam's figure appeared outside the main battlefield.

"You really dare to come?" Medici walked out from the leaden clouds, his Angel wings flapping gently, hovering in mid-air, looking at Adam in surprise.

"Since you dared to use yourself as bait to lure me into the trap, I naturally had to come here." Adam looked at Medici and smiled gently, his gaze lingering for an instant on the Banner Mark at the center of Medici's brow.

"How dare you..." There was also deep bewilderment in Medici's eyes, "Tsk! Just how much do you want to kill me."

"If I am not mistaken, the characteristics of one, or even both, of Sauron and Einhorn have already been recovered by you, right?" Adam did not answer, but looked at Medici and asked.

"So what if they have?" Medici raised his eyebrows slightly; the two people in the other two leaden clouds both fled this battlefield as if they had seen a ghost.

They were acting quite convincingly!

"Your Deception is far inferior to Amon's." Adam looked at Einhorn; this Conqueror was also wearing battle armor, his expression vivid, with faint terror in his eyes.

But in Adam's eyes, he had long since "Fallen."

"Heh, boring." "Einhorn" sneered, stopped acting, and looked at Adam with arms crossed.

"!" On the other side, Sauron's eyes widened abruptly, feeling his whole body turn cold, and he fled directly!

He was like a sheep that had broken into a pack of wolves; his "conspiracy" had been completely crushed.

"Fallen!" "Einhorn" suddenly spoke; Sauron's body stiffened, and a Fallen will rose within his body.

"His power." Adam nodded slightly.

"Knowing that, you still dare to come?!" Medici looked at Adam with wariness, actually not daring to make a move.

He was only arrogant, not stupid; when he learned from Chumen what Adam wanted to do, he had immediately found the Hanged Man, Sasriel.

Afterward, he and Ouroboros joined forces to capture Einhorn, brought him back to the True Divine Kingdom, and had Sasriel personally plant the "Fallen" state.