Lord of Mysteries:Dream - Chapter 490: Roselle

Chapter 490: Roselle

“Do you want to stop it?” Amon’s question echoed in the camp, and Medici’s face sank slightly.

He naturally knew about the rituals of the “Utopias”, but He didn’t know in which direction the historical trend that Adam was currently pushing was heading.

Therefore, His stopping or not stopping may lead to the same result.

“You also want to become a god, so why not help each other and resolve any grievances in the end?” Amon said in a bewitching tone.

“So is this fraud?” Medici showed a sarcastic smile.

Letting Amon be a lobbyist is really not a good choice. After all, he is the “God of Fraud” and “The God of Mischief.”

But if Adam had come, the fight would have been fierce now. At that time, Amon was only an accomplice, and Adam was the principal culprit.

“Being inconsistent with your expectations is essentially a form of fraud.” Amon chuckled.

“And my training in ‘Gensokyo’ has also paid off. I can already do it all day long without lying to others.”

Amon raised his eyebrows and said something that made Medici look weird.

His criminal record in “Fantasy Township” where he was clearly caught was more than 18,000 times, which is already very few. If it were in the Kingdom of God, the Creator, this might be the amount of countless clones of Him in one day…

“Now I’m very curious about what you are doing.” Medici looked at such a weird Amon and was sure that the two brothers had big plans.

Otherwise, even if he beat Amon to death, he would not say what he just said. In fact, Amon’s target is not only him, but also… the “True Creator” and even the “Black Emperor”!

“That means we can talk.” Amon nodded slightly, sensing that the troops outside the camp had dispersed.

In an absolutely closed environment, no one knew what the two angel kings actually talked about.

…

Within a few days, the atmosphere in the entire world has become more tense.

When Klein was bored in the Serenity Sanctuary, he once again entered the Tower of Babel of the Curly Baboon Research Society.

The conditions here are too superior. In terms of flexibility, they are better than “Origin Castle”. Many curly-haired baboons enter here when they have time.

“President?” Klein sensed some kind of call when he entered the Tower of Babel and came to the conference room at the top of the Tower of Babel.

“Huang Tao.” Russell looked at Klein, pressing one palm on the armrest of the throne, leaning forward slightly, looking at Klein with a look of scrutiny.

This is the first time that Klein and Russell have met in such a formal way since their identities were exposed.

“Zhou Mingrui.” Klein sighed softly and sat in the seat closest to Russell.

Russell couldn’t hold himself any longer. He looked at Klein and chuckled, “After you became an angel, Truman should have had a showdown with you, but I didn’t expect you to enter the Tower of Babel just now.”

“Truman…” Klein and Russell looked at each other, seeming to see something familiar in each other’s eyes.

“Ahem! When I first came here, I was even worse than you. I thought that I was the protagonist of the world. However, after becoming a demigod, I received a powerful blow from the real protagonist of the world, and I couldn’t recover.”

The atmosphere between Russell and Klein instantly became harmonious.

“But in my opinion, you can still compete with him for the leading role. The last person with this qualification was the ancient Sun God, but he also died in the end.”

Klein nodded silently. The three pillars were still extremely high, but in his opinion, the “Supreme Dream” was not lower than the three pillars.

“What was your situation at that time?” Klein asked after thinking about it.

“I was supposed to be that person’s experiment, used to test Truman.” Russell laughed at himself, but responded calmly.

“I was the only one at that time, so that person naturally wanted to awaken in me, but Truman stopped him in advance and didn’t let me go to the ‘Origin Castle’.”

“Otherwise, the ‘Lord of Mysteries’ would have woken up at that time.”

Klein nodded silently.

“Hundreds of years ago, I also regretted why I didn’t choose the ‘divineer’ path, but now, I feel that with my personality, I can’t do as well as you.”

Russell looked at Klein and did not shy away from talking about this topic.

“I don’t feel like I can do anything.” Klein shook his head slightly.

“Oh, let’s not talk about this anymore.” Russell waved his hand slightly to end the topic and looked at Klein, “Why are you here this time?”

“I want to know some of the latest war information.” The Curly Baboon Research Society has always been an important source of information for Klein. Now most of the curly baboons are not as good as the members of the Tarot Society, but there are many of them, and they are distributed in All walks of life around the world.

“I know! Ask me!” Russell raised his eyebrows slightly, pointing to the outside of the Tower of Babel and said, “The illusion world is equivalent to the reflection of the world, and most things will appear here.”

Klein also has corresponding angel authority in the illusion world, but he is far inferior to Russell and cannot sense the entire illusion world.

“That’s okay.” Klein thought for a while and asked, “What’s the situation in the major churches now?”

“The church…” Russell closed his eyes, and after about two seconds, he opened his eyes, “What has changed is Solomon…”

Russell seemed to sense something was wrong. He frowned slightly and raised his hand to rub his chin.

“The Eternal Sun, Moss Ascetic Order, and Steam Church still remain neutral and do not interfere in the war. They only secretly spread their influence.”

“The Solomon family seems to have given up on Loen for the time being and is attacking Feneport with all its strength.”

“Is Medici’s army actually colluding with the Solomon family?”

In the end, even Roselle was a little surprised.

“If this goes on, Feynaport won’t be able to hold on for long.” Roselle made a judgment, “With less pressure on Loen, he should support the Church of the Night.”

“Isn’t this normal?” Klein fully believed in the judgment of the former First Speaker of the Empire.

“Medici simply despises the Solomon family.” Roselle sneered, and he had the same attitude towards the Solomon family.

“Normally, even if He was facing the God of War, He would still swing His sword instead of turning around to deal with the Solomon family.”

“Then…” Klein was really unfamiliar with this Angel King and lacked a basis for judgment.

“Medici has reached a critical point, and I can’t get the news without alarming Him.”

There were countless pieces of information flowing in Roselle’s eyes. His own sequence of abilities resonated with the fantasy world, summarizing a lot of information, but still nothing was gained.

“I’ll pay attention.”

“But,” Klein looked at Roselle curiously, “What’s your current state? And what’s the uniqueness of the ‘dream’?”

This question appeared in Klein’s mind the moment he saw Roselle.