Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 16 Success

A dream!

Born from the dream abilities of the audience and the path of darkness, its core has taken the shape of the Book of Dreams.

Tiny specks of dreamlike phosphorescence fell amidst the sky full of thunder and fire, gradually seeping into Badhall's body.

Silently, many things have changed.

"Slash!" The sword light, like twilight, touched the historical projections of the three angels.

This caused the bodies of the mythical creatures of the angels to age rapidly, their skin quickly becoming covered with wrinkles, developing age spots, and leaving behind putrid liquid.

Boo!

Historical projections are dissolving and completely evaporating.

The three major historical projections have vanished so easily?

"You'll die too!" The giant roared and flashed in front of Truman, but Dusk was powerless against the torrent of information. Truman quickly reformed his body, a strange smile appearing on his lips, and reached out to pull.

A half-human, half-demon wolf figure dressed in a dark robe and wielding a giant black scythe appeared beside Chu Men.

The figure appeared in a single glance; the orange-red twilight light seemed to transform into sketch lines, which were eventually erased by an eraser.

secret!

"Amanisis!" Badheel roared, his unstoppable momentum suddenly halting.

Just as the giant king Ormir was always thinking about devouring the dire wolves, he was also thinking about devouring the dire wolf offspring, especially the goddess of misfortune, Amanisis!

Amanisis was just too strong. In one of their battles, he was almost killed by the demonic wolves, who treated him like prey!

"The most invincible enemy in Badhall's heart is actually the goddess?" Truman, who was in a "dream," was astonished, then laughed, "That makes perfect sense."

The Giant King and the Destroyer Wolf were constantly thinking of devouring each other. Over the long years, the two sides had fought countless times, and the goddess would naturally fight with Badheel.

The result was predictable.

The moment the dreamlike phosphorescence seeped into Badheer's body, the outcome of the battle was no longer in doubt.

Everything that followed was a dream woven for him by Truman. The slaying of three archangels' historical projections with a single sword made Badhall's confidence swell to an unimaginable degree, which then drew out the person in His heart who was the most invincible.

The two extreme emotional states caused Badheer to reveal a greater mental vulnerability, and the dreamlike phosphorescence had successfully seeped into his island of consciousness.

Somewhat surprisingly, the dream projection that was pulled out was a goddess; Truman had thought he would pull out an ancient god or something.

The goddess's phantom looked up at Badhair and launched an attack. She gently clasped two of her hands together, and in that instant, Badhair was completely erased by an eraser.

At the same moment, a misty cloud rose from the goddess's hand, from which the roar of a giant resounded, and orange-red light surged!

"You're too weak," the goddess's phantom said under Truman's control. The fierce battle seemed to fall silent for a moment, then resumed in an even more terrifying way!

"As long as your father god exists, you can never defeat me." The goddess's voice remained cold and indifferent. The dark giant scythe in her hand transformed into a wisp of black mist and disappeared into the hazy fog.

The fog suddenly expanded and then contracted, becoming tainted with the aura of death.

"Roar!" The giant's roar echoed from within the mist, and at first glance, it sounded somewhat... aggrieved?

Seeing that everything was ready and his emotions were running high enough, Truman planted a psychological suggestion in Badhall's mind: a place name.

He is unaware of the existence of psychological suggestion; he will only naturally develop a desire to explore after coming into contact with related things.

Moreover, aside from Truman himself, no one else could investigate or examine the dreamlike phosphorescence.

"It's almost time." Truman silently ended his maintenance of the "dream," and everything returned to normal.

Roar!

Badhall roared and fled. The light of dusk acted on him, and his body began to rot, turning into a pool of pus.

His true form was reborn in the spirit world!

"Trying to leave?" Truman looked up, and the Planeswalker's spatial control directly blocked all of Badhair's escape routes, with one tangible and intangible door after another enveloping Badhair in the very center.

At this moment, the towering giant looked just like an insect encased in amber.

"You..." Badhall's single eye was bloodshot; he was on the verge of going insane.

Wow!

At that very moment, countless flowers, trees, and other plants bloomed in the spirit world, actually breaking through the spatial barrier!

Clumps of wheat and blooming flowers blossomed in the bizarre and fantastical spirit world, overlapping and intertwining to form a giant coffin that enveloped Badhall.

Truman remained expressionless, flicking his finger lightly. Space shattered, and the plant-formed coffin was cut into countless fragments. At that moment, a tall, voluptuous figure appeared in reality, dressed in wooden armor and a battle skirt, holding a wooden staff.

This giantess wore leather armor over a long skirt, and had long, dark brown hair adorned with several golden ears of wheat and vibrant mushrooms.

The wooden staff was raised and pointed at Truman from afar.

At that moment, Truman even had the illusion that his life force was fading away and he was about to die.

But his response was also quick enough, transforming into a chaotic flow of information, no longer bound by the influence of vitality.

Countless plants sprang up from the void, from which several vines resembling pythons emerged, attempting to pierce Truman.

However, Truman had already transformed into an information overload, completely ignoring all these attacks.

"Alas!" Truman suddenly heard a sigh. His sagely intuition told him that he should stop!

He followed his heart's choice and immediately let go, allowing the plump figure to carry the coffin containing Badhall away from this place through the spirit world.

"Twilight..." Truman shook his head. If he hadn't let go just now, he would have attracted the attention of the giant king, Ormir.

Now the ancient gods are locked in a standoff, and whoever strikes first may suffer a loss. However, the Goddess of Harvest, who has been locked in a protracted battle, and the Dawn God, who is on the verge of going mad, will definitely do whatever it takes to attract the attention of the Giant King.

"Perfect!" Truman chuckled softly as he watched the two gods completely disappear from the spirit world.

"We're just waiting for the right moment." Truman opened the Book of Dreams and wrote down many "reasonable" developments.

"I'm really starting to resemble a writer more and more..." Truman sighed, then felt Medici's strange gaze across from him.

"What's wrong?" Truman asked, puzzled. Medici shook his head and didn't say anything.

He witnessed the entire process of Truman beating Badhall to a pulp. Although the ancient scholar's power disgusted him, this battle vividly demonstrated Truman's formidable fighting prowess.

"I don't know if having such an angel companion is a good thing or a bad thing..." Medici pondered this question, then gently shook his head and led his legion back into the battle.

(End of this chapter)