Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 187 Dream Tale

boom!

The rift in the underworld trembled violently as the Dreamland and the "Final Destination" Feathered Serpent collided once more, the terrifying aftershocks causing the entire southern continent to tremble.

Truman sat in the dreamlike heaven, which trembled slightly, but remained steadfast even under the symbol of "the end".

However, at a certain moment, Truman suddenly turned his head and looked outside the rift in the underworld.

A familiar feeling was fading away.

"It's 'Shadow of Order'..." Truman's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

"Solomon is dead!" The "Grim Reaper" on the other side had a clearer sense of death and immediately confirmed the identity of the deceased.

The River of Eternal Darkness records all of this, and even the gods cannot escape it.

"Dead..." Truman suddenly tilted his head, his eyes revealing something beyond curiosity and recklessness.

"Ha! Does that mean a true god with the ability to resurrect must die once to prove himself?" Truman suddenly laughed.

"Next, the 'True Creator' will die, then the 'Hidden Emperor' will die, then the 'Craftsman' will die!" Salinger said coldly. "All your allies will perish in this battle, and in the end, it will be you."

"Death?" Truman thought about it seriously for a moment. "That's a really bad word."

"But this will be your final destination."

"Sigh..." Truman's sense of touch had extended to the entire world, allowing him to truly perceive the entire process of Solomon's life fading away.

This feeling was unpleasant, causing a subtle shift in His mood.

"I'm a little unhappy." Truman doesn't bother to hide his feelings anymore; they're written all over his face.

"I should do something..." Something in Truman's heart began to rise and churn like an undercurrent in the deep sea.

And in His present state, His will is His own.

"Truman." Suddenly, a voice came from the highest palace in the Dreamland.

It comes from Sassriel.

"You're not feeling well." Another voice rang out, soft and serene.

"Could you please throw your little apprentice a little further away? He's getting a bit annoyed." The tone was slightly arrogant, typical of vampires.

"..." Truman frowned slightly. These voices were his most stable and powerful "anchors".

"Understood." Truman's expression softened, and he nodded gently with a smile. "Leave the rest to me."

"I feel like I should say something." Truman stepped out of the heavenly realm, his eyes fixed on the wary "End" Feathered Serpent.

"Then..."

Truman stretched out his right hand and pulled the Spear of Fate from the void.

"...Die!" Dream said.

Truman's spear of fate traced a perfect trajectory in space at a speed exceeding that of light.

"Roar!" At this moment, Salinger felt an unparalleled crisis of death. All his feathers stood on end, and he roared. The symbol of "the end" was used to its limit at this moment.

But at this moment, the will of the dream cannot be defied.

A dreamlike phosphorescence exploded from Salinger's body; it was a hidden mine Truman had planted in the uniqueness of the "Red Priest," and strictly speaking, the Blood Emperor also died because of it.

A massive burst of dreamlike phosphorescence erupted from within him, and Salinger's feathered serpent body suddenly froze, his eyes filled with despair as he watched the streak of light pierce through the "End" domain and penetrate his body.

"You..." Salinger wanted to say something more.

"Shh." Truman pointed to his lips.

Salinger forced himself to turn his eyes, looking through the crack in the underworld back into reality.

The stream of light that pierced His body did not stop, but instead came to the sky above Solomon's Empire and transformed into a beam of light.

"This place is forbidden..." A shocked and angry voice rang out, but this time the rules set by the "Judge" were severely hindered and could not even take shape.

"...Die!" The dreamlike voice finally reached the real world, echoing in everyone's ears.

This voice possessed unimaginable power, seemingly stripping the "Judge" of the ability to establish rules, preventing any rules that contradicted the will of the dream from ever taking shape.

The world fell silent, and countless people even saw the same scene.

The spear of fate, transformed into a streak of light, carrying an unimaginable aura, crashed into Solomon's palace and pierced the chest of "Night King" Trensost.

The Night Emperor was in the same situation as the Underworld Emperor. Suddenly, a dreamlike phosphorescence appeared in the brass book, pinning his body and preventing him from conceptualizing and merging into the rules to avoid this calamity.

"..."

Everything is silent, only the will of dreams remains.

"Return," Dream said.

At this moment, the shattered image of the Black Emperor in the hearts of the Solomon Empire's people was reassembled, and it was as if they could hear the Emperor's majestic voice once again.

At this moment, the "Black Emperor's" unique resurrection rule skipped the loading phase and the result appeared.

The three Sequence One properties and the Black Emperor's Crown suddenly merged, and a shadow of order reappeared throughout the world.

Solomon's body was somewhat stiff, his mind somewhat frozen, and he couldn't even comprehend the situation.

His consciousness was still stuck in the moment when he was killed by the three true gods.

He was prepared to return from the dead, but that might be hundreds of years from now. But right now, His perception of the world seems a bit distorted; it feels like only a few hundred... seconds have passed.

There's one more... Truman looked towards the Forsaken Land.

"teacher!"

Truman's gaze slid over Bethel and Ammon and landed on "Goddess of Beauty" Olnia.

His expression grew more serious, for the moment he looked at Olnia, the one on the moon moved.

A huge red moon occupied the entire sky.

The red color on the surface of the crimson moon seemed to come alive, flickering and pulsating.

It was a vast, crimson sea that engulfed everything and dyed the entire moon red.

At this moment, the crimson ocean rapidly condensed towards the center, piling up until it became a completely blood-red phantom, its exact shape obscured.

The phantom had countless eyes, all looking towards the dreamlike realm of Earth's underworld.

Terrifying crimson waves crashed toward Earth, while at the same time, the other Outer Gods intensified their erosion of the barrier.

Chi Chi!

The initial barriers seemed to tremble slightly, directly causing strange phenomena across the entire planet Earth.

Truman watched all this expressionlessly, then spoke again.

"Destroy!" Dream said.

The body of "Goddess of Beauty" Olnia transformed directly into a dreamlike bubble, within which countless points of light condensed, possessing the characteristic of immortality.

Beyond this characteristic, there were also streaks of red moonlight gathering, trying to continue eroding the "Goddess of Beauty" characteristic.

But an even more powerful force erupted, and the surging, dreamlike phosphorescence directly engulfed the red moonlight.

Dream is demonstrating its status and power in the most forceful way.

Like that ancient sun god who displayed the power of creation in the early Tertiary period.

(End of this chapter)