Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 17 Aggregation

Just as Truman was about to set off with Medici to another battlefield, the prophecy of the Sage's Robe was triggered.

Amidst the convergence and dispersal of information, he saw a figure enter a city-state that he was somewhat familiar with.

"Sassriel? Silver City?" Truman's heart skipped a beat. He reached out and twisted the void, directly opening a door and roaming to Silver City.

He arrived at just the right time, just in time to see Sasriel, who was holding the blasphemous tablet, walking out from a corner of Silver City.

"Hiss? So fast?" Truman looked at the stone tablet in Sasriel's hand with some surprise. The ancient gods were still locked in a stalemate. Once the aura of the Chaos Sea appeared, it was very likely that a war of gods would break out.

The war has not yet reached its climax, the anchors of the major ancient gods have not clearly wavered, and it is not yet crazy enough.

"It's not about starting a war of gods, but about the Elf King and the Imaginary Dragon." Sasriel nodded slightly when he saw Truman.

"Angelweid may have discovered something; even the volatile Suniasolem is watching." Sasriel looked towards the City of Miracles.

"A dragon of fantasy?"

The things He imagines will surely manifest; the kingdom He envisions will surely descend upon the material world; the future He proclaims will surely unfold and become reality.

This is the legend of the Imaginary Dragon, and also the authority of the dreamer.

"The power of the imaginary dragon can even stir up the tides of destiny."

Now, the future planned by the four of them is in conflict with the future imagined by the Imaginary Dragon, which has alerted the Imaginary Dragon.

"Goshinam is smart enough to persuade Suniasolem," Saslil said with a hint of helplessness.

"The ancient gods are just crazy, not stupid," Truman sighed again. Moreover, the audience really can't play this game if they don't criticize it!

The goddess's hidden authority, her dream book, and even the profane tablets—the existence of these three things had completely concealed all their schemes, but the Imaginary Dragon still sensed something amiss from the tides of history.

Perhaps it's because they were in too much of a hurry?

Lilith's fate was indeed a bit rushed, but having experienced peace, why would she want to be a madwoman?

"There's no need to overestimate the power of fantasy. Fantasy without the support of omniscience and omnipotence is ultimately just an empty dream," Sasriel explained.

"To bring Ra'angerweid into the arena, there's only one simple method," Sasriel said, tapping the blasphemous stone tablet.

"A convergence of extraordinary characteristics?" Truman raised an eyebrow; the rules of this world were truly wondrous and infinitely mysterious.

This law is also recorded on the Profane Slab, and even the method of acting is on it, which can be said to be the beginning of Sequence Potions.

"That's right!" said the blasphemous tablet in Sasriel's hand. "What is scattered will inevitably come together. This is a fundamental principle, enough to bring down dragons and elves."

"As for what happens next... well, whenever the ancient gods get together, trouble is bound to happen."

Sasriel chuckled, his hand gently brushing against the blasphemous stone tablet in his hand.

Splash!

Truman took a step back to avoid a collision between the Book of Dreams and the Chaos Sea, as if he could hear the sound of rolling waves.

An unusually thick curtain of shadow appeared before Sasriel. The curtain slowly opened, revealing an ocean of indescribable color, seemingly containing all secrets.

At this moment, Truman, looking at the chaotic sea, revealed some changes that he himself had not expected. His face became indifferent, and his pupils flashed with a pale phosphorescence.

He had seen the Chaos Sea from a distance several times before, but this time he truly saw the Chaos Sea in its true form!

His expression was strange, like that of a crazed ancient god. Even the drowsiness he had always feared began to appear, overwhelming his consciousness like a tidal wave.

laugh!

The divine emblem on his chest flashed with two kinds of light: the divine powers of sleeplessness and eternal day. This brought Truman back to a sliver of his senses. He opened the Book of Dreams in his hand, and the phosphorescent light of dreams blocked his vision.

call!

Truman broke out in a cold sweat, his brow furrowed. "The Chaos Sea... Origin Essence!"

He keenly sensed the potential impact of the Chaos Sea and other source matter on him.

"We need to be more careful when handling source matter in the future..."

Truman had returned to normal and looked up at Sasriel, who was shrouded in shadow. At this moment, only his eyes were visible through the veil, and his gaze was filled with the meaning of "corruption" and "indifference".

It's more like that ancient sun god, high above all!

At that very moment, Truman looked up at the sky and clearly sensed the surge of the ancient god's power!

Two of the fastest gazes locked onto the aura of the Chaos Sea, and Truman's pupils shrank sharply, as if he saw a giant gray-white dragon with pale gold eyes and vertical pupils.

The dragon's gray-white scales were engraved with mysterious three-dimensional symbols. If Truman had not been inherently untainted by madness, he would have been mentally confused and his thoughts would have become twisted the moment he saw these symbols, giving rise to a strong tendency to self-destruct!

Angorweid, the Imaginary Dragon!

The other figure is a tyrant clad in black armor, standing on the waves, surrounded by storms, with lightning on his back, his eyes filled with the prospect of natural disaster, and wielding a trident!

King of the Elves, Suniasolem!

These two ancient gods were the first to cast their gaze upon this place because of the law of convergence of extraordinary characteristics.

His eyes were filled with madness and longing as he looked at the blasphemous tablet in Sasriel's hand.

"It is connected to the Chaos Sea and has the potential to control it!" Both ancient gods understood this.

Sasriel looked up indifferently at the two ancient gods, put away the blasphemous stone tablet in his hand, and the chaotic sea containing all the secrets gradually disappeared.

"Damn it!" Crazy electric snakes exploded, the sky turned blazing white in an instant, and the field of vision was filled with countless lightning bolts.

A curtain-like shadow rose up, using its still-lingering power to block all lightning.

"Walk!"

Finally, the curtain fell, completely shrouding Sasriel, and he vanished from the scene.

"Roar!" Above the largest palace in the City of Miracles, the Dream Dragon's eyes flashed with an unquenchable and uncontrollable desire. If it were forcibly suppressed, its own state might change!

This powerful aggregation effect is even more terrifying than a curse.

"Obtain it, seize the Chaos Sea!" Angorweid roared, glancing at the dragons of the City of Miracles, and coldly ordered, "Advance to the battlefield!"

"Roar!" Countless dragons lowered their heads and responded with low roars.

The same scene unfolded in the Elven King's palace. If it weren't for the Scourge Queen Ghoshnam holding him back, Sonia Solem would have already transformed into lightning and rushed towards the Silver City!

"The Chaos Sea is calling us!" the Elf King roared, his desire for destruction rising to unprecedented heights.

"Then let's set off!" Knowing that there was no way to stop them, Goshinam looked at the elven soldiers who had already assembled.

"Storm above!" all the elves roared, and blazing white lightning surged across the ocean. The storm raged on and a terrifying tsunami erupted.

The appearance of the Chaos Sea accelerated the war, and all the ancient gods were mobilized, heading towards the Giants' Court.

After gods and angels from the various ancient gods joined the battlefield, the intensity of the war increased dramatically!

(End of this chapter)