Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 108 Pollution

"Is this temperance?" Truman sensed a certain quality from the "vengeful spirits" and "puppet" in the inner city.

This is both a role and a form of restraint.

"The path of the 'Bound Ones' before they were disturbed by the 'Mother Tree' was relatively normal." Truman looked at the puppets frozen in place and nodded gently.

But in a fleeting moment, Truman frowned, a certain spiritual sense rising within him.

"The Mother Tree?!" Truman's figure flashed, and he directly roamed into the center of this city-state.

"roar!"

A chilling, extremely malevolent roar pierced Truman's ears.

Without a doubt, this was an attack from a true angel king.

"Quiet," Truman said softly, and in an instant all sound disappeared.

All the curses and corruption transformed into dreamlike bubbles, bursting open in this space and falling like stars.

"Open the door." Truman suddenly looked up and reached out into the space.

The pair of eyeballs, composed of pure starlight, flew out from the space behind Truman and revolved around him.

With the power of "The Door" amplified, Truman's hands seemed to pierce into the very essence of space, tearing it apart with a single, gentle stroke.

He entered a deeper world.

"Dreamland!" Truman turned to the first page of the Book of Dreams, projecting the entire Dreamland directly onto the screen.

The pollution before him was too terrifying, so he had to carry out a pollution control operation first.

At this point, even the washing of the Dream Sea seemed a bit too slow.

"Purify!" Truman pressed the divine badge on his chest, activating its purifying power.

Only this power can purify the pollution from the Outer Gods!

After making the most reasonable response, Truman finally had time to look up at the higher sky, where there was an illusory starry sky, and in the starry sky, there was a dazzling star.

Truman had witnessed this scene before, at the bottom of that abyss!

This is pollution from the "Mother Tree of Desire"!

The Dreamland and the Creator's "purification" finally had the desired effect, cutting off the pollution that person had cast.

"Why now?!" Truman frowned. This was the Glorious Third Era, and the barrier's power was incredibly strong; it was impossible for an Outer God to penetrate its power.

Not to mention the kind of corruption that could corrupt even the King of Angels!

"It's that 'God'!" After throwing out all the impossibilities, the answer is obvious.

"Our plan may truly impact the struggle between the Creator and 'God' in the future, to the point that even 'God,' who has not yet begun to recover, has begun to retaliate."

"God" is the pillar who governs the astral plane. His authority can strengthen the astral barrier, but it can also weaken it in certain places, allowing an outer god to infiltrate!

"His power is beyond imagination! At this point, even the Creator himself is no longer credible."

Truman's thoughts raced like lightning as he looked down at the very bottom of this space.

It was a dark, viscous, and eerily sinister liquid, in which skulls floated and sank. Some of these skulls even sprouted clearly visible eyes as Truman watched, meeting his gaze.

"Tolzna!" While Truman was resisting the pollution of the "Mother Tree of Desire," he was also concerned about the safety of the God of Spirits.

To resist the contamination of the "Mother Tree of Desire," He created this wicked liquid and covered His body with it.

"Come out!" The large patch of eerie black liquid on Torzner's body all converged in the most inconspicuous corner.

Soon a mummy appeared before Truman. The mummy was wrapped in bandages, with only its eyes showing.

"Luckily, my spirit gave me a warning, otherwise if I had wasted any more time in that inner city, I would have ended up with a mummy that could 'give birth' here."

"Purify!"

Truman cast another purification spell, dispelling some of the forces affecting Torzner.

"Dream Angel..." Torzner suddenly opened his eyes and saw Truman. His first instinct was to hide.

"I mean no harm. Can you tell me how you came to be targeted by 'this person'?"

The mummy-like Torzner looked up at the illusory starry sky, where a dreamlike heaven and the Creator's "purification" were alternately dispelling the pollution from the stars and severing the mystical connection.

This truly saved Him.

The god of spirits, Thorzner, nodded slightly to Truman and spoke of the source of the pollution.

"About... about three days ago..." Torzner's voice was noticeably rough, as if he hadn't spoken in many years.

"Three days? Are you sure?" Truman interrupted Torzner rudely, asking urgently.

Three days ago was a very delicate moment. On that day, the conference of the King of Angels was held, and Truman pointed out the impact of the "Blasphemy Tablet" on Sasriel, making Him realize His mistakes.

"In other words, we really threatened 'God,' especially by pointing out the blasphemy against the stone tablet."

This is a very important point, enough to prompt 'God' to take some action.

Although the current Creator, or rather, Sasliel, can no longer leave the Profaned Tablet, with precautions in place, "God" can no longer easily succeed.

"This at least proves that our preparations weren't all in vain..." Truman smirked.

"I...I'm sure." The mummy-like Torzner turned his eyes, which seemed to be formed from filth.

"Three days ago... my characteristics... were pulled by the power of aggregation... inevitably... I looked up at the starry sky and saw... that dazzling star."

"That... pollution from the Outer Gods... descended from the astral plane to... bind and capture me."

"Thank you... for your help... Lord Dream." The mummy bowed awkwardly to Dream, having spoken for hundreds of years in one breath, but now his speech was much smoother.

"I don't have a habit of giving without expecting anything in return," Truman pondered for a moment, then looked at Torzner, "Now we need your help, and you can't refuse."

"Of course, to show my sincerity, this can be your reward." Truman took out the special rag doll directly.

The mummy finally made a noticeable movement, its eyes widening, and it subconsciously took half a step forward, as if a strong cohesive force was bursting between the two.

But Torzner still had his senses and knew that this thing was not so easy to obtain. After all these years, didn't he know that this "divine evil" was in Truman's hands?

He didn't try to acquire it for two reasons: firstly, Truman hadn't been on Earth for several centuries, and secondly, he didn't have enough leverage. The treasure trove left behind by the Alien King had been almost completely depleted, and this Dream Angel controlled the Creator's treasure trove.

"I don't...have the right to refuse..."

(End of this chapter)