Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 13 A Beautiful Dream

"Lilith?! What a fool!" The voice of the Giant King Olmir was like thunder, shaking the Giant King's palace.

"This time, I will kill both the demon wolf and Lilith!"

In Olmir's single eye shone a mad and violent light of twilight, in which the void, life, and even gods would wither.

He, Lilith, and the Elf King had formed an alliance to fight against ancient gods such as dragons and dire wolves, but even the best allies could not compare to his queen.

Killing Lilith will allow the Giant Queen Omibella to try and eat her!

"After devouring the demon wolf, dragons, elves, and other creatures will all have to submit to me! I'll find another opportunity to devour that bird later!" Olmir's vision was grand enough.

However, he seemed to have gone too far insane, and the Giant King's condition improved considerably after he became a god.

Baldher, the god of dawn; Omibella, the goddess of harvest; and Budlar, the god of honor—none of these three Titans were the first Titans. Their characteristics were relatively pure, allowing them to maintain their sanity.

"Father God, the Golden Kingdom has been attacked!" Badhall reported in a loud voice.

"Go and deal with them!" Olmir was exhausted from keeping an eye on the wolf and plotting against Lilith, so he ordered Badhall to suppress the attack.

"Yes!" Badheir, wielding a two-handed greatsword, strode out of the Giants' Court and led a powerful army of giants toward the Golden City.

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"You've become the Dream Angel under the Master's command?" Medici's expression was unusually interesting.

His loyalty to the ancient sun god was beyond question, a fact that He proved with his life in later generations.

But this dream angel's arrival was too bizarre...

Medici shook his head. Under any other circumstances, he would have definitely made a sarcastic remark, but now it was wartime, and he was not dealing with internal matters but external ones.

Soon Truman and Medici arrived outside the Golden Kingdom.

This place is very close to the Giants' Royal Court, and is guarded by the Giant race. Other minions of the Ancient Gods also approach this area from time to time.

Medici's arrival here to intercept and kill the remaining Old God's subordinates only exacerbated the already chaotic situation.

"Here it comes! A lone dragon!" Medici's eyes lit up, and the legion behind him also moved, an invisible force empowering Medici.

Medici is now a Hunter Path Sequence 2 Weather Mage, and the legion he leads is a Hunter Legion that the Sun God Kingdom spares no expense in cultivating, with several Saints among them!

On a mystical level, Medici and the Legion became one, their power growing wildly as they kept their eyes fixed on the dragon descending from the sky.

The dragon roared and howled, its massive body, a mixture of black and gold, appearing and disappearing in the clouds.

This dragon looks just like a large lizard with broad, skin-covered wings. The smallest scales on its body are the size of a human head, and its ferocious head has two dark golden eyes.

"Roar!" The dragon roared, seemingly sensing danger and on guard against something.

"Winged insects!" Medici's words immediately drew the dragon's hatred away.

The dragon stared coldly at Medici, but the next moment it roared as a terrifying stream of information swept everything away, plunging the entire world into collapse!

This is a dream!

When the dragon's eyes looked down, Medici and his army were pulled into a dream.

But Truman was different; he was immune to dream attacks, and the divine badge gave him absolute clarity.

Using the sage's robes he wore, he transformed into a chaotic flow of information, directly tearing apart the dream.

"A dragon that is a hybrid of the characteristics of a reader and an audience, probably barely retains its own consciousness under the soothing treatment of the Imaginary Dragon."

Truman's eyes flashed with information as he tried to forcefully analyze this giant dragon.

The dragon in reality sensed the danger, and with a flap of its wings, countless spells were unleashed, with gales, lightning, frost, and shadows crashing down on the legion behind Medici.

At the same time, the power of the mind spreads, and the dragon is about to leap into the ocean of the collective unconscious to fight!

But as Truman's sage's robes fluttered, "The mystery reappears, Shangri-La!"

The falling peach blossoms, formed entirely by the flow of information, create an extremely beautiful scene, while the main characteristic of Peach Blossom Spring is its isolation!

The dragon can no longer leap into the ocean of the collective unconscious.

The dragon's eyes and head suddenly turned towards Truman, a strange power surging within them.

For a moment, Truman felt uncomfortable as if his secrets had been spied on.

"Want to see? Then you can see!" Truman sneered and directly held the Book of Dreams in front of him.

Roar!

The mind dragon's body and spiritual sea were thrown into chaos, unable to control itself, and it plummeted from the sky, severing its own probing gaze.

However, this method is best at calming the mind. In the next moment, the dragon flapped its wings again to steady itself, but it no longer dared to use "Insight" to look at Truman.

That filled Him with unspeakable fear, and even without glimpsing its true nature, it nearly caused Him to lose control and explode!

"That's it!?" Medici sneered, charged forward, and swung his greatsword. Countless streaks of bluish-white flame condensed into spears, densely packed and rushing towards the dragon, piercing through all the spells.

Thick, leaden clouds suddenly condensed, and Medici swung his greatsword, transforming it into a beam of light. The leaden clouds instantly erupted with terrifying lightning, flames, wind, snow, and frost!

Roar!

The dragon roared, and Medici froze, as if a virtual personality was forming within him, vying for control.

Immediately following was a terrifying dragon's breath that engulfed Medici.

"You won't admit you're stupid?" An annoying voice rang out from the dragon's back. Under the protection of a shadowy veil, Medici emerged from the void and slashed down with his sword. The lightning was intense and struck the dragon's body.

Snapped!

A wing fell from the sky and crashed to the ground.

The dragon roared in pain and slammed its head against the barrier of Peach Blossom Spring.

Insight! An ability derived from the Reader's Path Sequence Three, said to allow one to understand the rules of the world and influence it.

The dragon seized upon the fleeting emptiness of Peach Blossom Spring and was about to leap once again into the ocean of the collective unconscious.

That place is a haven for the angels who pass through the audience; apart from the angels of that path, it is very difficult for others to identify them.

Medici swung his sword again, reaping the dragon's second wing.

The dragon didn't care about anything else; all it wanted was to escape. Its prophetic abilities told it that if it didn't leave, it would die!

"Dragon's Breath!" Truman pointed a finger, and a mental dragon's breath, aimed at the spiritual body, slammed into the dragon's head.

The Ancient Gloves, a Planeswalker-level "Recreation," recreates the mental breath the dragon just unleashed on Medici.

The dragon, whose spirits were already low, was about to explode, and it charged madly toward the exit of Peach Blossom Spring.

Bang!

The Peach Blossom Spring was smashed open, and the giant dragon leaped into the ocean of the collective unconscious.

Just as the dragon was about to leap away using its collective subconscious, it suddenly realized that it was still stuck in the same spot, its crazed eyes now blank.

His "insight" even pointed to an open book that was shrouded in dreamlike phosphorescence.

A dreamlike power surges above, constructing a dreamlike realm that is both real and unreal.

From the very beginning, escape was just a beautiful dream.

(End of this chapter)