Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 14 Badhair

Bang!

The earth shook violently, the dragon fell to the ground, and dark golden blood splattered, two drops of which landed in Truman's hand.

"Hmph!" Medici glanced at Truman, who had just teleported to the dragon's head and slashed down with his sword, "slaughtering" the dragon.

The injuries the dragon suffered in the dream were real, the damage inflicted by Medici in reality.

Buzz! Suddenly, a curtain of shadow surged around Medici, as if seawater was gushing out from it, stirring up all destinies and obscuring everything.

This thing is probably similar to the paper angel from the Source Castle that Truman remembers; it comes from the protection of the sun god.

In this way, the dragon of the mind was dead beyond any doubt.

The aura of the Chaos Sea is an extreme form of pollution for the Imaginary Dragon; no matter how many resurrections such a mental dragon has, it simply cannot resist it.

The Hunter Path Sequence 2 "Weather Warlock" with Legion buffs, plus an over-the-top Dream Angel, and even the aura of the Chaos Sea, made the Mind Dragon's death all the more fitting.

This is the era we live in now. Ancient gods ravage the land, the sky, the sea, and even the spirit world. Even angels cannot be guaranteed a life; they die at the drop of a hat.

"Pleasant to cooperate." Truman chuckled, smearing the two drops of blood onto the Sage's Robe. The information flow surged wildly, analyzing all the extraordinary abilities within.

"Your assist was pretty good, so I'll share the spoils with you!" At this moment, someone from the legion stepped forward with a magical item to accelerate the release of extraordinary traits.

Medici quickly sent over a feature, the third sequence of the Reader's Path, "The Insightful One".

"There's another Sequence 2 attribute that needs to be taken back to Sasriel," Medici explained, though he was quite annoyed.

"Understood!" Truman nodded in satisfaction. Medici's destructive power was strong enough, and he had already gained something from cooperating with him for so short a time.

The characteristics of Sequence 3 are secondary; the most important thing is that I have analyzed most of the dragon's abilities, and I have even recorded some of the important ones.

"The power of this dream..." Truman was most adept at using this dream ability, and he successfully reproduced it on his first try, even managing to deceive the mind dragon when using it.

"It pairs perfectly with the Book of Dreams, even surpassing the original in power, and the Night Path also possesses the authority over dreams..."

He opened the Book of Dreams, and the divine emblem on his body shimmered with starlight. An ability called "Dream" was inscribed into the Book of Dreams.

"Who dares to invade my Golden Kingdom!" Truman was still studying his dream abilities when suddenly a furious roar resounded through the sky, deafeningly loud.

A giant appeared in sight, clad in full silver armor that radiated a bright light, with a concentrated burst of dawn light in its eyes.

"It's Baldhar, the god of dawn!" Medici and his legions immediately prepared for battle. "If we can kill him, the Giant King will surely lose his mind!"

Medici's eyes were filled with fanaticism, his fighting spirit burning fiercely like fire.

"Don't even think about it. This is the son of the Giant King, not that crazed dragon from before. The Giant King's gaze could fall upon you at any moment!" Truman's words extinguished Medici's fighting spirit like cold rain.

This is the Golden Kingdom under the rule of the Giants' Court. If Bardhar is killed here, the Giant King Ormir will surely arrive, and even the favor of the Chaos Sea cannot protect Medici.

The most likely scenario is that the ancient war between the sun god and the giant king will be triggered prematurely.

"Then spare his life!" Medici, his proud head never bowed, was about to lead his legion in retreat, avoiding a direct confrontation with the God of Dawn.

"Aren't you leaving? Do you want to die?" Medici glanced at Truman, clearly wanting to help this temporary comrade, but he had a smug look on his face.

"I came here for Him, why would I leave?" Truman glanced at Medici and looked at the Twilight Giant, who was still some distance away.

His warriors instinctively sensed the two angels' concealment and observed them cautiously.

Medici raised his hand and manipulated the surrounding weather, causing a thick fog to rise, which had the effect of suppressing the enemy's senses.

"The Warrior Path Sequence Two Glory, the strongest in single-target direct combat?" Truman narrowed his eyes, pondering everything about the Warrior Path, and the conclusion that they were best at direct combat had been tested in countless battles in later generations.

"Him? The strongest? Did you ask me?" Medici snorted twice. The War Angel with the Legion's power is the strongest!

"Then go and fight him," Truman said, glancing at Medici.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Medici looked at Truman with the same look he gave Leodorus, and for a moment Truman really wanted to slap him with a big shovel.

This is incredibly sarcastic.

"Cough cough!" Truman turned his attention back to Badhall, and just then the giant in the mist suddenly looked toward where Truman and Medici were!

"A warrior's instinct...?" This fighting instinct is terrifying and completely irrational.

The instant the giant discovered them, a greatsword formed from orange-red twilight light pierced through the void, and the giant leaped directly in front of Truman and Medici!

clang!

The War Angel charged out, also wielding a greatsword, and its body grew to three or four meters tall, its skin turning to steel, becoming a steel giant.

The swords in the hands of the two giants suddenly clashed, flames of various colors rose, and the orange-red light of dusk spread.

"This art style is all wrong!" Truman couldn't help but complain as he watched the two giants fighting with swords in front of him.

It's truly incongruous that this bizarre and insane world still engages in traditional weaponry.

Truman turned to a page in the Book of Dreams, where the "Dream" symbol shone brightly, and an invisible force emanated from it.

The ancient man's gloves gleamed slightly, and his sage's robes shimmered with phosphorescence. At this moment, Truman seemed to have transformed into a mental dragon, roaring out a mental breath!

This is an angelic-level attack!

At the same time, Truman also unleashed countless "Frenzy," "Mind Deprivation," and "Mental Storm" spells at Badhall, all originating from the mental dragon from before.

The blood of angels allowed him to explain many extraordinary abilities, which he then controlled through the Sage's informational abilities. The Planeswalker trait also contains the ability to "reproduce".

"Uh... Ah..." In that instant, the Cyclops's body froze to some extent, and his mind was greatly affected.

"Get out of my way!" Badhall roared, and a burst of orange-red twilight light suddenly erupted from his body. Everything that touched the twilight light decayed and aged. Even Medici's face turned solemn, and he dared not confront it head-on.

"Die!" This time, Badhall leaped directly in front of Truman, his terrifying height bringing immense pressure, and his terrifying greatsword slashed down.

It was as if the strange angel would be severed from its body at any moment.

Medici offered to come to their aid, but Truman refused. This time, he was determined to make Badhall realize his weakness!

(End of this chapter)