Chapter 489: Purpose

The Hidden Angel is even more important than the Pope of Dream...

This statement is still very persuasive coming from an Angel who is even more senior than Saint Samuel.

However, this tone—you and the "Hidden Angel" are not just colleagues, are you... Klein looked at Lady Arianna.

I hadn't noticed it before, but Lady Arianna and the "Hidden Angel" share not only the similarity of being Angels of the same Sequence, but also similarities in behavioral habits.

I have seen this kind of situation before... Klein's spirituality jumped; he immediately thought of the "Hermit" Lady Cattleya and the "Mystic Queen" Bernadette.

Is the "Hidden Angel" Lady Arianna's foster mother, or a similar figure?

"That's amazing!" Klein exclaimed sincerely, then looked at Lady Arianna and asked, "Then will Lady 'Hidden' come to the Serene Temple with us this time?"

"No." Lady Arianna paused for two seconds and gave a definitive answer, "We are already enough. She will only obey the Goddess's orders to carry out more hidden missions."

Klein nodded thoughtfully.

Not long after, the three Angels separated to different parts of the Serene Temple; Klein could feel that "Sefirah Castle" was very lively right now.

This was the exchange between members of the Tarot Club; it was obvious that the sudden escalation of the war was affecting the entire world.

"King! The Feysac army has retreated completely. They have mobilized the entire country's army to attack Loen with all their might." A Demigod wearing black armor knelt on the ground, reporting the latest war situation with his head lowered.

"Heh!" A scoff that was impossible to tell if it was happy or sad rang out, "They really have staked everything on this."

Medici slowly walked out from the darkness. He wore black battle armor and held a blood-colored battle sword. He was clearly in a state of immediate combat. Situated within the legion, even the man known as the closest to a god, Mr. "Door," could not pose a threat to him.

He was now the God of War, the master of blood and fire.

"In addition, the God of War Church has sent an envoy, willing to sign a contract to cede land and seek peace."

"Cede how much?" Medici could not muster any interest in this.

"One-fifth."

One-fifth of a kingdom—this was already an unimaginably high price.

A contract between True Gods could be witnessed by the "Eternal Blazing Sun" or even the "Supreme Dream." If that happened, even if the God of War eventually won, that one-fifth of the territory would belong to the Solomon Empire.

"Block the news; don't let the Solomon Family know." Medici narrowed his eyes, finally becoming serious.

Under such conditions, the Solomon Family would very likely be tempted. After all, even if it was said to be one-fifth, it wouldn't be strange if the final deal ended up being one-third.

"Yes!"

Medici fell silent, and the kneeling Demigod did not dare to raise his head.

The current situation could be described as a single hair pulling the whole body; even the most powerful "Conspirator" could not make a decision immediately.

"You go down first." Suddenly, Medici looked outside the tent and dismissed the Demigod.

"Yes!" The Demigod did not dare to have the slightest doubt or hesitation and withdrew directly.

"Little Crow, when did you become so polite? Is this the result of your advanced studies in 'Fantasy Land'?" Medici looked at the corner of the tent with a playful gaze.

The air there suddenly shifted, and Amon, wearing black classical attire and a pointed soft hat, grew out of the air.

He gently pinched the monocle on his right eye, looked at Medici before him, and said in a tone of lament, "Who could have thought that the person who was almost finished off by me back then would actually reach this point today?" During the First Imperial War back then, Amon had stolen the Fate of a "Conqueror" and launched a perfect sneak attack on Medici.

Medici should have died back then, but he had obtained the protection of Dream and the "True Creator," barely surviving.

"Indeed, I admit that your joint effort with that Paranoid was indeed a bit powerful; Alistair Tudor held on for a full half hour."

Medici straightened his expression, paying the highest respect to the "Blood Emperor" who died an unnatural death; the "Blood Emperor" was the first "Red Priest."

However, the fall of the "Blood Emperor" meant that the things Adam and Amon had plotted for hundreds of years had come to nothing in a single day.

Medici and Amon looked at each other; the interaction between the two Kings of Angels was just this plain, unadorned, and boring.

"What did you come here for?!" Medici suddenly looked at the insects in the air with some disgust; at this moment, blood-colored flames flashed and vanished in his eyes.

The "Worms of Time" gradually permeating the air were all burned to death in an instant.

The Beyonder Characteristics that seeped out in little specks all drifted back to Amon's body.

It was just strange that Amon did not react at all to Medici's attack.

This bizarre behavior made Medici narrow his eyes, his expression becoming more serious.

"I came to talk to you about a cooperation." Amon recovered all the Beyonder Characteristics, his tone remaining flat.

"Why would you think I would agree to you?" Medici raised an eyebrow, feeling it was absurd; the matter of being killed last time had not been put behind them yet.

"You will agree." Amon, however, was not impatient at all, having full confidence in persuading Medici.

"I just sacrificed a chance to obtain 'Sefirah Castle' to come here." Many Angels knew about what happened in the Spirit World, and Amon was naturally no exception.

That he could give up the chance to intercept Klein to come here could only be described as a greater scheme.

"Hmm?!" Medici expressed his disdain with a nasal sound.

"I have stood together with the Paranoid."

Amon's next sentence made Medici's pupils shrink, and the black iron luster within them became more apparent.

"You know, we are brothers after all; compared to others, it is easier to cooperate." Amon continued, watching Medici's reaction with great interest, taking every subtle change in his expression into his eyes.

This was very interesting, and at the same time, Amon confirmed that Medici still had some shadows regarding the incident where he was finished off by the two brothers back then.

The two of them standing together was the greatest guarantee below the level of a deity.

"What does he want to do again?" Medici had already reached out and gripped the hilt of his battle sword, as if he would draw it if there was any disagreement.

At the same time, the entire tent was permeated with a "military force" that was extremely penetrating and lethal; footsteps outside became noisy, and the army was assembling.

At such a time, the military camp was close to Medici's God's Kingdom; once a fight started, even Amon could not walk away from here without damage.

"Becoming a god, of course." Amon seemed unable to feel the terrifying pressure falling on him, calmly stating Adam's plan.

"What? You still want to stop it?" Amon looked at Medici, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly, revealing a smile.

(End of chapter)