Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 15 Illusory Dream

"Just a Sequence Two." With the Book of Dreams, he has nothing to fear below the level of a god!

He doesn't yet have friends all over the world, but his friends are enough to wipe out all enemies below the level of the ancient gods!

"Leodro!" Truman's hand, gloved with the ancients' gloves, reached into the mists of history.

The Ancient Gloves are a blend of the characteristics of the Ancient Scholar and the Travelling Wizard, whose signature ability is to project historical images!

He and Leodorus had only met once and were not exactly acquaintances, but Truman and Leodorus were both angels under the ancient sun god!

The connection on a mystical level is already profound enough!

So, after just one attempt, an angelic figure was pulled out of the mists of history.

Of course, this historical projection does not have the hidden authority of a goddess and cannot possess sentience, but it is still a wind angel!

"Leodro?!" Medici was astonished, then watched as yet another familiar figure was pulled out.

"Ocycus?!" The pure white angel emerged from the mists of history, radiating the blazing light of the sun.

Under the sunlight, terrifying white lightning bolts darted about, covering the sword-wielding giant.

The scene was extremely intense, leaving Medici stunned and almost thinking he had actually seen his two companions.

"Why are these two historical projections so exceptionally powerful?" They're practically equivalent to the original bodies!

For Truman, the spirituality that summoned the projection of history was transferred from the Book of Dreams, so he felt no pressure and could squander it at will.

"Spatial barrier!" The Planeswalker's use of space is already terrifying, after all, he is already able to travel through the stars and witness the existence of interstellar civilizations.

Truman reached out in mid-air and grabbed what seemed to be a real object, then squeezed it hard!

In an instant, dozens of gates resembling transparent vortexes appeared in mid-air, enveloping the entire battlefield before collapsing inward!

"Get out of here!" Badheel faced the two historical projections without backing down, slashing with his Twilight Greatsword, the orange-red light radiating the power of twilight and dusk.

His greatsword plunged into the ground, and tiny wisps of pure light surged from the surrounding void, carrying a sacred and glorious meaning, eventually transforming into a stream of water that formed a cage separating the inside from the outside.

The collapse of space, along with the indiscriminate bombardment from the two angels, finally forced the Sequence Two angels, who were most adept at head-on combat, to adopt a defensive posture.

"Buzz!" Before the cage of light could completely close in, Truman flashed and entered the cage.

He gently flicked his hand, dispersing the two angel projections on the periphery and pulling out the historical projections of Medici and Ullolius.

Angels of War and Angels of Destiny!

Medici, who was watching the battle from the outside, was struck by a spiritual awakening. Although he couldn't see the fight inside the cage, he already knew what was happening and almost burst into a tirade of curses.

Who said we don't need his help?

"Hmph!" Medici snorted coldly, making no attempt to resist. "This seems to be an ancient scholar who follows the path of divination? From now on, I'll beat them up one by one!"

Inside the cage, Medici's historical projection had already begun its "harvest," and with Ullolius's lucky blessing, it directly perceived Badheir's fatal weakness!

"Roar!" Badhall was also wide-eyed when he suddenly saw that the enemy dared to teleport into his cage. It was really unexpected.

Truman looked at Badghair, his fingers flicking slightly, stirring some imperceptible threads.

Mysticization!

The giant Badhel's single eye widened, his body stiffened, and the fatal blow was about to hit him!

Badheir knew the situation was critical and used all his life-saving measures.

Hey!

A seed fell from his armor, and upon landing on the ground, it suddenly grew into a towering tree!

This towering tree completely obscured the giant's figure. It was a seed from Omibella, the goddess of harvest, which formed a sufficiently thick barrier.

The fatal blow did not land on Badheer, but was blocked by the barrier, and the Mystic Transformation was also interrupted.

"This is my territory!" Bardhar, though startled, remained calm and swung the Twilight Greatsword. Countless rays of light began to appear and then erupted.

Storm of Light!

The blade transformed into a storm, and the orange-red twilight spread within the cage. Terrifying power erupted within the confined space, making it appear even more imposing.

Moreover, wherever this storm passed, everything withered, the soil turned into silt, and everything decayed.

The deadly attack launched by Medici and Urolius was forcibly deflected by the storm of blades, and Bardhael fiercely charged towards the two archangels.

Boo!

Truman abandoned the maintenance of the two angelic historical projections. The hem of his sage's robe fluttered gently as he transformed into a stream of information. The endless storm of sword blades could not destroy this intangible information.

"Dragon Transformation!" The information flow representing everything about Truman suddenly expanded and transformed into a giant mental dragon!

It's the one that Truman and Medici slaughtered together before. Its blood, which fell into Truman's hands, has been completely analyzed and is now being shaped by the information flow.

Roar!

Truman, in his dragon form, engaged the giant in close combat, deflecting the giant's greatsword with a single claw strike.

"How can he have so many abilities?!" Badhall was also overwhelmed. He always fought with a single sword, cutting down everything in his path, but this opponent was extremely difficult to deal with.

The Mind Dragon roared and unleashed a barrage of special attacks targeting the mental body, such as "Frenzy" and "Mental Riot," along with various other spells like lightning storms.

For a moment, Badheir could only adopt a defensive stance again, holding his sword horizontally in front of him to block numerous attacks.

"Too weak." A voice came from the dragon's mouth. The next moment, the projections of the three angels that had appeared before, except for Urolius, reappeared. Thunder, sun, and fire filled the cage.

When poor, use tactical infiltration; when rich, use overwhelming firepower!

Truman, who had no need to worry about spiritual depletion, said that three historical projections were nothing, and he could have dozens more!

Gradually, even Badheir, who was known as the number one in the direct combat force, fell into a daze of being surrounded by enemies. The cage he had built had been occupied by the enemy!

This was absolutely the most frustrating battle of Badheir's life, as he was completely manipulated by his opponent.

He didn't even touch the enemy's body!

"Too weak!" Truman said again, his tone tinged with disappointment, which made Badhall feel utterly ashamed.

"Ah!" Badheel roared again, fighting fiercely, but was quickly forced to retreat by the terrifying lightning and fire attacks, and could only shrink into a corner of the cage.

"Enough!" Truman, who had transformed into a mental dragon, suddenly smiled, and the "Dream" symbol on the Book of Dreams shone brightly.

(End of this chapter)