Secret: The Witch's House Traitor

"Li, Li, Si?"

"How, could it be?"

The Black Emperor loosened his hands, and the huge black sickle seemed to twist, and appeared directly in the hands of the humanoid demon wolf with six arms. However, the position of the sickle changed, but the connection between the sickle, the Black Emperor, and the pale mask worn by the Black Emperor remained uninterrupted, which was still the complete authority of the god of death.

Moreover... this is a negative effect as the Black Emperor has seized most of the authority of the God of Death by distorting the seal.

The "demon wolf" wearing a starry dress and with a female human head felt that the heavy pressure brought to him by the uniqueness in his hand had disappeared for more than half. He chuckled and did not even use the golden bird ornament. The huge sickle accurately hit the vital point of the Dusk Giant. Then, he threw the "Scarlet Moon" held in his other two hands to the plump lady.

The next second, part of the Dusk Giant's body collapsed, and balls of orange-red dusk penetrated the quiet darkness and fell back into the real world.

The Black Emperor raised his hand, and chains of order emerged from all over the void. These chains carried translucent worms. He accurately captured almost all of the Beyonder Characteristics that flew out, but deliberately ignored the two huge orange lights that were transformed from Sequence 1 Characteristics.

In the huge dusk palace outside the Feysac Empire's Saint Milon City, the long-solidified orange-red light suddenly went out...

In the Amanda Mountains, outside the Tranquility Church, the actions of the Feysac angel and the Intis angel besieging the Loen angel paused.

On the outskirts of Backlund, in a small church that no one noticed.

A devout priest wearing a simple white robe and a light golden beard closed the book in his hand, sighed imperceptibly, and quickly adjusted his mental state. Then he calmly took out a bottle of golden potion from his arms, unscrewed the lid, and poured the liquid inside into his mouth.

......

The city of exile, Morola.

Lino the Conqueror has almost completely embraced the uniqueness of the sacrifice.

Although He did not participate in the war, isn’t the death of the two gods considered a great victory?

At this time, a crow flew over and turned into 'Little Zaratul' wearing a monocle.

"Are you here to give me the Secret Attendant trait?"

Lin Nuo's eyes turned iron black, and the colorless flames burning on his iron frame danced. The 'little Zaratul' wearing a monocle who had just appeared here was immediately burned.

"Are all conquerors so angry?"

Little Zaratul or Amon smiled, and before this historical projection was burned, He pulled out the historical projection of Amon's original body.

Amon pinched the monocle he was wearing, and the flame on the historical projection of the half-burned little Zaratul was stolen.

"Don't be so anxious. I am indeed here to give you something."

"Originally...I prepared this gift for Medici."

Amon smiled and took out the last Conqueror's trait.

The Half-Red Priest's pupils shrank when he saw the last bit of the Conqueror's characteristic.

"As long as you dare to eat it, I don't mind helping you."

"let me see..."

Amon pinched his monocle with interest.

He wanted to check the fate of this half red sacrifice through the wrong authority.

"You want to know... if my real self and my mirror self become Sequence 0 at the same time, will it cause both bodies to collapse?"

The 'Half Red Priest' simply didn't bother to hide anything. He directly removed the veil of fate and let Amon see it for himself.

"Origin Castle?"

Amon's monocle saw a gray space through the fate of the Red Priest.

"You cut off your own destiny and attached the fate of the Red Priest to Sefirah Castle?"

The smile on Amon's face was a little subtle. To do this, he needed to have a very high level of control over Sefirah Castle. Moreover, if he lost control of Sefirah Castle, he would also lose control over the fate of the Red Priest.

"The fates of the 'Black Emperor' and the 'Red Priest' are separated, so that two different but unique individuals can exist at the same time."

"Besides Sefirah Castle, what else can accommodate the fate of an Angel King or a god?"

'Half Red Priest' tilted his head slightly, enveloped by a will of iron and blood. The surrounding space was shrouded in this will of conquest. Both of Amon's historical projections felt as if a mountain was pressing down on them. The extraordinary characteristics of the conqueror that Amon took out were also invaded by this iron and blood will.

"I didn't say I wouldn't give it to you."

"You showed me your destiny, so why should I be reluctant to give up a piece of your identity?"

Amon smiled. Time seemed to be dislocated. Little Zaratul’s historical projection was cut off by the colorless flames. Instead, He appeared on the other side as if nothing had happened. The Beyonder Characteristics in his hand also burned with white flames. The translucent Time Worms were directly burned to death.

The conqueror actually grew anthropomorphic flaming legs and feet, and slashed at Amon like a flaming little man, but missed, so he turned into colorless flame and dissipated.

"I can just grab it without having to consider whether you'll continue to nag."

The last Conqueror trait appeared in the hands of the 'Half Red Priest'. He directly used the authority from above to conquer this Sequence 1 trait and turned it into a 'Tao Soldier' similar to the one that turns beans into soldiers. Once the Red Priest conquers the target and turns him into a 'teammate', the Red Priest's will can directly descend upon him.

Amon probably really wanted to see what would happen if one person became two Sequence 0s.

Otherwise, He would not have taken out the last Sequence 2 Beyonder Characteristics in front of a Red Priest 1+1.

"You're not going to mix it into a potion?"

The thief was able to accept having his things taken away.

He looked at Lin Nuo who was so fiercely devouring the extraordinary characteristics and laughed.

"I'm just mixing a potion right now."

The 'Red Priest' moved his body, and his iron-black metal skeleton seemed to have turned into a huge furnace, with the colorless flames melting the 3+1 inside. At this moment, he seemed to have become the concept of war itself. War was erupting on the northern and southern continents, and the collapse of fighting spirit in some areas disappeared. The sky turned blood red, and a large amount of blood and roars crossed the space and descended here.

The Red Priest doesn't really need an anchor. As long as the war continues, his state will be extremely stable.

The promoted 'Red Priest' snorted coldly at the 'Blasphemer' who had not left yet, and the red light began to spread with pollution. This light carried the will to conquer everything, and the almost polluting worship and fanaticism for the Red Priest. Everything covered by the light, even the lifeless soil, turned into loyal and fanatical soldiers. These soldiers wore metallic armor, and the weapons in their hands burned with terrifying colorless flames.

The Red Priest was alone, and He formed a legion.

He did not move a step, and His will became the manifestation of the will of the entire legion. A huge blood dragon, condensed from the evil spirit and absorbed blood of the entire legion, enveloped the entire underground mausoleum of the Exiled City. The blood dragon protected the Red Priest in its body and roared towards Amon's historical projection.

Chapter 532: The Dragon of Wisdom

"Is it okay for me to go?"

"Why do you look like you're expecting someone to ruin your ascension to godhood?"

Amon looked at the blood dragon whose killing intent and fighting spirit were rising into the sky and shook his head. His historical projection was then engulfed by the dragon flames.

Who would disturb the Red Priest's deification ceremony?

Isn't this a ceremony sent up to others to complete the ritual?

Even the Lord of Storms, who wanted to interrupt the Black Emperor's deification ceremony, has fallen in the Black Emperor's kingdom of God, hasn't he?

Amon saw that the Red Priest was now very eager for an opponent, but He was not interested in fighting a Red Priest.

"There aren't many true gods that I can mess with. Can I just wait to bully the old ones?"

The Red Priest felt a little regretful when he saw Amon leaving without hesitation.

He really envied Klein in the original time and space because he had so many enemies when he was promoted.

"At least the Southern Continent can still allow me to relax and unwind."

"Mortal wars are meaningless, but I can use the bodies of Taoist soldiers to play."

"3+1 aggregation is so slow?"

"Hurry up!"

The colorless fire burning in the red priest's body became more intense, and even the blood and energy absorbed from battlefields everywhere was thrown into it.

His will seemed to have left this body and arrived at various places on the battlefield, whether it was the three fronts of the Kingdom of Loen, the difficult resistance of Lenburg, the battle to eliminate pirates at sea, or the battles in various colonies. Wherever His will reached, the intensity of the war would be increased, and the side He favored would be strengthened in all aspects, while the morale of the side He disliked would decline in all aspects.

Blood, roar, gun smoke...

Everything... everything... everything seemed to overwhelm the Red Priest's sanity, turning him into a monster that only knew how to kill and fight. However, the Red Priest had no interest in all this. His will simply swept across every battlefield and then returned to his body.

During this process, unlike the promotion to Black Emperor, not much great consciousness awakened in the body.

A great will revived in the body of the Red Priest. He did not know whether it was the will of the City of Disaster, the will of the Original God, or the will of the original positive aspect.

He prefers that this is the original God consciousness.

"Now we have something to play with."

The Red Priest smiled happily. He was excited and wanted to use his own will to conquer the new consciousness in his body.

He had no intention of merging at all, he just suppressed it harshly.

As a red priest whose fate hangs on Sefirah Castle, does he still need to hesitate when facing the resurrected consciousness of the Original God?

"Tian Zun!!!"

The Red Priest vaguely heard such shouting in his ears.

The corners of his mouth curled up, and excitement flashed in his eyes.

"Original God, I send my greetings to you on behalf of the Supreme God."

Along with the words came the iron fist of consciousness...

......

In the God-forsaken land, after a war between gods broke out.

The Eternal Sun and the God of Steam and Machinery returned to their respective kingdoms in vain.

Although the Lord of Storms and the God of War have fallen.

But Eternal Sun didn't gain much benefit either.

Who could have thought that the Lord of Storms would die so quickly?

Who could have thought that the God of Knowledge and Wisdom could have the audacity to seek protection from the true Creator?

In this battle, without Ouroboros's care, the Silver City, which was far away from the battlefield, might have been destroyed.

In the East Continent, the creatures in the God-forsaken Land finally saw the sun after so many years.

Although the residents of Silver City are well aware that this is not their sun.

After the two uninvited guests left, the huge clothed figure hanging upside down in the sky and a white tower that seemed to extend upward to the starry sky fell down together and landed on the sacred mountain in the God-Lost Land. One of them turned into a smaller upside-down figure hidden behind a curtain, and the other turned into an old man holding a book and the All-Seeing Eye, wearing a hood, with only his mouth, wrinkles and long white beard exposed.

When the two came back, the Red Angel Medici and the Angel of Fate Ouroboros also appeared. Ouroboros just glanced at the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. After Medici found that the True Creator was fine, He immediately put on a hunter's face and whistled at the God of Knowledge and Wisdom:

"Hrabergen, where are your allies?"

"You were so quick to betray me back then, and now you know to come back and seek the Lord's protection?"

"Why, are you scared by the death of that idiot Leodro?"

Medici looked at this idiot with great displeasure.

You can run away if you want, but why didn’t you take Sealed Artifact 0-01 with you?

You didn't even bring a letter of surrender, and you just threw away 0-01?

Herabergen ignored Medici's sarcasm and bowed to the upside-down figure with a respectful attitude:

"I hope to be able to stay here and serve you."

"Haha, are you afraid that both sides will eat you up when you go out?"

"You want to stay and serve the Lord, so shouldn't you return the Lord's authority to atone for your sins?"

Medici lit a cigarette, and he knew what the old dragon was planning.

Does this old dragon dare to go out now?

Be it Intis, Dark Night, or even that bastard Adam, they would not truly accept Him.

The best option for Him is to stay with the true Creator.

The true creator did not speak. After one betrayal, they fought against each other for another thousand years. Although Herabergen just went with the flow at the betrayal banquet, the contradiction between them could not be easily resolved. If Herabergen did not give a satisfactory answer, he had better die once.

"I will hand over the authority of the White Tower when necessary."

Herabergen bowed to the True Creator again and said.

"Oh, when necessary, do you mean when the Lord beats you half to death?"

"Or... after you find a new ally, will you repeat what you said to them?"

Medici blew out a smoke ring, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stomped it out, and crushed it a few times.

"If you need me, I can offer you the authority of the White Tower right now."