Mystery: Chaos Path

For William Augustus I, today was supposed to be a beautiful day.

As the retired founder of the Kingdom of Loen, William I usually had nothing to do. After all, as a Sequence 1 Hand of Order, there were not many things in this world worth William I's personal attention. The only thing that William I cared about recently was probably their cooperation with the Demoness Sect and their contact with the Aurora Order.

After all, these matters were related to George III's advancement to Black Emperor in the godhood ritual, which could be said to be the most important thing for the Augustus family in recent years.

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If George III could become the Black Emperor, it would mean that the Augustus family could get rid of the constraints of the seven gods and truly become one of the rulers of this world, and increase the Augustus family's survival rate in the apocalypse.

Even if the war with the Fulsac Empire goes smoothly afterwards, He, as the Hand of Order, might be able to go one step further—the uniqueness of the Arbiter pathway is in the War God Church of the Fulsac Empire.

So even though he knew that the things done by the Loen royal family would trigger the targeting of the three major churches once exposed, William I still acquiesced to and even promoted everything that happened.

Augustus needed a Sequence 0; they had to survive the apocalypse.

As for the mortals who died because of this—how could William I, as an angel, care about these ants?

"Huh?" William I, who was enjoying afternoon tea, looked up in a certain direction and suddenly froze.

Because He saw a person who should have died, an existence that had fallen many years ago.

—Red Angel, Medici.

That's right, before today, Medici had not directly contacted Augustus; he had left all contact work to others.

"Should I say, long time no see? I didn't expect that you little brat would also become a Sequence 1 one day, and even establish such a kingdom with the support of the Evernight and Storms, ha, I guess Trensoest didn't expect that the final victor would be you."

The War Angel appeared from the shadows, condescendingly overlooking William I not far away. He greeted the other party, seemingly very close, but his body language was very casual, as if he didn't take the Hand of Order in front of him seriously at all.

"…Your Excellency Medici, long time no see." William I looked at the War Angel not far away, but the more He looked, the more frightened He became, because He found that the War Angel in front of him seemed to be real.

But how could this be possible? Medici had clearly fallen long ago, and even if he was resurrected, it was impossible to quietly regain the Red Priest uniqueness… Various thoughts flashed through William I's mind, but his expression remained unchanged. He said, "I wonder what Your Excellency is planning to do by suddenly visiting?"

"What to do? I thought you should be very clear about it." The War Angel sneered. He glanced at William I, then immediately shifted his gaze elsewhere, seemingly sizing up the palace belonging to Augustus, but no one noticed the daze in the depths of his eyes.

For the War Angel, today was full of hellish jokes. He closed his eyes and opened them again to arrive in the future more than a thousand years later, seeing the future, crippled and weak version of himself, and being told that he would soon die a violent death and become one of the hot pot ingredients for Tudor to advance to the Red Priest, and that the person who helped Tudor cook him was Adam.

The War Angel even knew that Adam was not Adam, but the fact that he was the Lord's divinity clone.

To be honest, the War Angel was still in a daze. He wanted to treat everything as a clumsy illusion, an attempt to sow discord, but everything the War Angel came into contact with was telling him—this was real, this was really the future, and everything that the future him told him was also real.

But how could this be?

The War Angel couldn't understand. He couldn't figure out how the good eldest son of God would suddenly become the Lord's divinity incarnation, nor did he understand why the Lord would choose to do that.

The future him had mentioned some possibilities, such as him being polluted by the City of Calamity, and that as long as he became Sequence 0, he would become a machine for spreading war, but this still couldn't dispel the War Angel's doubts.

Because what the War Angel doubted was not the Lord preventing him from becoming Sequence 0. What the War Angel doubted was why the Lord was unwilling to tell him his true identity, why he didn't directly tell him the truth—clearly, as long as the Lord told him all of this, he would choose to give up becoming the Red Priest!

The War Angel was indeed competitive, so he wanted to become Sequence 0, but he never had to become Sequence 0.

In a situation where there was a reason to give up, for the sake of the Lord, and in order to prevent himself from being further polluted, the War Angel didn't mind giving up the fight for Sequence 0, and even temporarily giving up the uniqueness and Sequence 1 characteristics wasn't impossible.

Then the War Angel suddenly understood that the reason why the Lord didn't tell him all of this and chose to directly cook him into a hot pot was because He didn't trust him.

Adam didn't believe that Medici would give up becoming the Red Priest, giving up the uniqueness and Sequence 1 characteristics because of his loyalty to Him and because of some ridiculous love for this world.

Realizing all of this, the War Angel suddenly wanted to laugh, so he curled his lips and said with a hint of sarcasm: "Heh! How ridiculous." He didn't know who he was mocking.

"…What?" William I, who was thinking about whether the War Angel in front of him was real or fake, looked at Him with some doubts.

"Isn't it ridiculous? Your twisted appearance." The War Angel raised his eyes to look at Him, his smile even more mocking, and said:

"Let me guess what you are thinking now. You are wondering, hesitating, questioning my authenticity, because the War Angel in your memory is already dead."

"…I do have some doubts about your arrival." William I hesitated for a second, not completely denying it, but said: "After all, according to the information I know, you have indeed fallen. Of course, I don't mean to question your authenticity. I'm just curious how you…"

"Enough! Saying so much is still doubting my existence." The War Angel suddenly interrupted William I's words. He looked at the Hand of Order in front of him and raised an unrestrained smile, saying:

"Whether I am the War Angel or not, wouldn't we know after a fight."

"What?" William I's pupils shrank and said: "Wait…"

However, before He could finish his words of stopping him, the War Angel had already attacked.

For a time, flames filled this area.

At the same time, in the different space created by Mr. Door—

Luo Lin and Medici were eating melons. As for Bernadette, of course, she wasn't here; she had already been sent back.

"Having said that, you were so hot-tempered in the past!" Luo Lin looked at the two angels who were already fighting in the projection and commented.