Chapter 461: Medici

Chumen discovered that he seemed to have never been here before.

However, after he stepped into this cathedral, a certain shadow shrouded everything, and both Medici and Ouroboros appeared by Chumen's side.

The next instant, the shadows of the world rippled, forming a staircase leading to the Kingdom of God in front of the three.

At the end of the staircase was the God's Kingdom of the "True Creator," where a massive cross stood, and beneath the cross sat a man wearing deep black, luxurious robes with shoulder-length hair draped loosely.

"At least you didn't hang yourself up there." Chumen looked at the cross, then looked at Sasriel beneath it and teased.

Medici's eyebrows lifted slightly, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth; he looked secretly at Ouroboros to the side, but Ouroboros acted as if he had heard nothing, showing no reaction.

This left Medici somewhat helpless, so he had to amuse himself.

"It is your first time coming here." Sasriel gestured for Chumen to sit beside him, while the two Angels sat in the lower seats.

"Honestly, I knew you put a lot of effort into the Phantom Realm, but I didn't guess that you would dare to extract the Unique." Sasriel was also not without amazement.

Chumen had made the deal with Adam at the time, and Sasriel did not know the specific process.

And afterward, he was the only one who created the Phantom Realm; the commotion was immense, yet no one could pry into the changes within.

"If you want to gain more, you have to put the most precious things on the table." Chumen was quite calm; only he himself knew the true efficacy of the Phantom Realm, and now it was almost time to reap the fruits.

"That is indeed your style." Sasriel nodded lightly, not asking about deeper things.

"Then what have you come to me for now?" Sasriel asked about the purpose of Chumen's trip.

"I came this time to notify you." Chumen looked at Medici.

"..." Medici was slightly startled, then a terrifying blood-colored battle intent surged in his eyes.

Even Ouroboros couldn't help but take two extra looks at this colleague of several thousand years.

"You mean it's my turn to take the stage?" Medici raised his eyebrows slightly. "This war?"

"Yes, whether it succeeds or not depends on your own ability." Chumen nodded lightly.

He came here to make Medici join this war and add fuel to the fire for this world!

"To hell with it, there are still over ten years until the Doomsday, and you're actually making me take action!" Medici was inexplicably excited, yet also found it unbelievable.

Since the beginning of the Fifth Epoch, after he obtained all the "Conqueror" Characteristics and the Unique of the "Red Priest" pathway, he had been waiting for an opportunity.

It was just that the Fifth Epoch was the era of Dream; he did not allow it, and no one could stir up a war that swept across the entire continent in this era.

"A quick battle to settle things can also reduce some losses, but don't blame me for not warning you—be careful, otherwise you really might flip the car."

"Is it your old lov—" Medici's mouth was faster than his brain, the mockery almost slipping out.

"Hmm?" Chumen's gaze became dangerous.

"Cough, cough!" Medici felt the entire Dream Sea hanging over his head and had to lower his head.

"The Doomsday is here, everyone is anxious, I know!"

Medici seemed to have great confidence in himself.

"No, it might not just be people who are anxious." Chumen pointed out meaningfully, his gaze falling on the Banner Mark at the center of Medici's brow.

These Source Qualities had been suppressed by Chumen for thousands of years; now that the Doomsday had arrived, and it coincided with the "Supreme Dream" suspected of having its status fall, it would be far too lively. Medici noticed Chumen's gaze and his expression turned stern.

"Alright, I'll say this much; handle matters as you see fit. I have said before that I will not interfere in these things again."

After all, a "Supreme Dream" whose status is suspected to have fallen does not have that kind of leisure.

Medici nodded silently.

Afterward, Chumen looked at Ouroboros again; the first Angel he had ever known was this one.

But Chumen and Ouroboros just exchanged a glance; Ouroboros looked at Chumen with clear eyes, showing no indication.

It could only be said that the time had not yet come; this was the special nature of the "Fate" pathway. Chumen could forcibly interfere, but there was no need.

"..." Chumen withdrew his gaze. Fine, better not meddle with this "Fate" pathway.

Afterward, Chumen looked back at the thoughtful Sasriel. "And you?"

"No rush." Sasriel's thousand years of sitting still had been quite effective; his expression was very calm. "With you here, I feel that things afterward can change a bit."

"Fine." Chumen nodded lightly and said nothing more.

Hmm? Medici suddenly sensed something and looked outside the God's Kingdom; it seemed something was pulling at him.

At the same time, Sasriel and Chumen also knew what had happened.

"Go." Sasriel waved his hand and created a passage for Medici.

Medici leaped out of the passage and saw a young man standing outside the "True Creator" sanctuary, wearing the deep black bishop robes of the Evernight Church.

"Did Evernight send you?" Medici saw at a glance the blessing from the "Evernight Goddess" on Klein.

"You are... the 'War Angel'?!" Klein looked at this King of Angels who had left a deep mark in history, his mind blank.

"You have some discernment." Medici's gaze fell on Klein, bringing terrifying pressure upon him.

And in Klein's Spirituality sensing, this King of Angels was extremely terrifying, even more powerful than Antigonus and Amon, perhaps in the same state as Mr. "Door"!

Terrifying...

Klein took a light breath, suppressing the agitation in his heart. The moment he saw Medici, he knew this was the existence the "Evernight Goddess" was looking for.

"The Goddess asked me to deliver a 'Weather Warlock' Characteristic." Klein reached out directly and took a sealed Characteristic from the Phantom Realm.

"Sent by Evernight?" Medici glanced at that "Weather Warlock" Characteristic and understood.

"Chumen, if you have nothing to do with Evernight, I'll take off the Unique and give it to you!" Medici's expression was very strange, and he couldn't stop complaining.

Chumen had just spoken about the war, and Evernight immediately sent the sincerity of an alliance; who would believe there wasn't something fishy about it?

"And you said you wouldn't interfere in the war; you're only fooling Badehaier..."

Medici's expression turned serious, and he reached out very solemnly to take the Characteristic.

The "Weather Warlock" Characteristic was extremely important to him; this could be seen from the Angels of various churches.

And for the "Red Priest" known as the "God of War," the existence of lower-level Angels was even more special.

(End of chapter)