Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 299 Dreamlike Miracle

Klein was unaware that Triss behind him had already opened her eyes.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of unease, but he couldn't care less about anything else at that moment. Under the protection of the dreamlike statue in his hand, he had already arrived at the very center of the altar.

This is the throne of the "Blood Emperor," who once stood here in a frenzy, wanting to kill the "Hidden Emperor" and then destroy all the true gods.

This is also the most terrifying place of the sacrificial power. Almost all the despair and terror are concentrated here. Even with the protection of the dream statue, Klein still feels suffocated.

"Supreme Dream..." Klein prayed again, placing the Dream Idol in the most crucial position.

In that instant, the entire altar seemed to pause slightly, as if it had frozen for a moment, the sacrifice was frozen in place, and it was impossible to continue.

However, Klein was also praying, and as he prayed, the dreamlike phosphorescence on the dreamlike statue became more and more intense. The dreamlike phosphorescence appeared in a sea of ​​blood, which was naturally extremely conspicuous.

"Damn! Fantasy!"

Rumble!

The angry shouts exploded in Klein's mind like thunder. He knew that this was probably the voice of the "criminal" path god who was about to descend to perform the ritual.

This may also be related to the "abyss" and "demons".

In short, this person is a pure evil god in both church records and historical accounts, and the Blood Worship Cult is an out-and-out evil cult. Stopping Him is protecting the world!

"Let me out! I promise I will never descend into the real world again, and will forever remain in the astral plane!"

Anywhere is better than this damn abyss!

For the Abyss to utter such words, one can only imagine how harsh its living environment must be.

"..." Klein was protected by the Dream God statue and was not corrupted by the voice of the evil god, but he seemed to hear something terrible again.

"The Abyss is a prison?! A place where true gods, those on the path to 'criminal' status, are imprisoned?!"

"Hmph!" Another voice rang out, this one carrying an even stronger sense of oppression, causing a faint fear to rise even under the protection of the Dream God Statue.

"Without Him, you cannot get out!" A storm of lightning crashed down from the astral plane, striking the entrance to the abyss.

"Is this the Lord of Storms?" Klein trembled and could only hug the dreamlike statue tightly.

"Leodorus! Who do you think you are! You were almost killed by my angels back then!" the one in the abyss roared.

In terms of seniority, the demon lord Fabuti, as the only surviving ancient god, certainly has the right to say this.

After all, in terms of the duration of his activity, he was much older than the ancient sun god.

But this is precisely what the world values ​​the least.

"You're asking for it!" Leodoro was furious when his weakness was exposed. The lightning storm intensified, and the seawater, moving at the speed of light, was terrifying.

No one has ever dared to expose his shortcomings, not even in dreams!

The clash between the sea of ​​blood and the thunder intensified. Klein had only one thought in mind, and then silently memorized these few words, the most important of which was the true name of the Lord of Storms.

"I've heard that calling out the name of the true god will be felt; calling out to this one would probably bring a lightning storm?"

Klein lowered his head, not daring to look any longer.

Meanwhile, the dreamlike phosphorescence emanating from the dreamlike statue beside him grew increasingly intense. After reaching a certain point, it suddenly became a pillar of light that pierced through the underground plaza and tore apart the black clouds that covered half of Backlund.

"It's the Dream Cult!" The "Singer of God" and Saint Anthony, who were still struggling to hold on, looked at the towering pillar of light with great surprise.

"Their reinforcements arrived so quickly?"

The Dream Cult has outposts in various cities, but in terms of strength, it is naturally the strongest in the Solomon Empire.

The Backlund Dream Cult's outpost is at best slightly stronger than the Aurora Society, and it doesn't even have demigods. Even if all of them participated in this disaster, it wouldn't be of much use.

It seems the Dream Cult's reinforcements have arrived!

"Let's go! We're heading there!" Both "Singer of God" and Saint Anthony were heading towards the Dream Sect's outpost in the East District.

But when they arrived, they witnessed a scene that could be described as sacred and exemplary.

All the dream followers knelt down devoutly, praying continuously to the idol among the dream followers, with wisps of dreamlike phosphorescence flashing in the air.

It wasn't the help of angels! It was the descent of God!

Both archbishops of Backlund from different churches knelt down at the same time, joining the torrent of prayer.

If it were any other deity, it wouldn't matter, but these archbishops would not kneel in worship, because they represent the true God they believe in.

But the "Supreme Dream" is different; He is merely a figurehead in all churches!

He was the first Dark Night Pope and Dream Angel in the Church of the Night, and also the Punishing Angel in the Church of the Storm!

Hmm... In the Church of Storms, the angels of retribution act on behalf of God and wield the Lord's thunder!

This is probably the Storm Lord's alternative explanation for having his power stolen, perfectly explaining why Dream is able to command thunder...

The prayers for "Supreme Dream" grew louder and louder, gradually spreading throughout the entire East District.

Almost all the poor have received help from the Dream Cult, so they all recite the name of "Supreme Dream" in their daily lives.

Prayers flowed like a tide towards the Dreamers.

Just as all the prayers converged, the orthodox dream statue deep within the dream church, which had been worshipped for a thousand years, suddenly burst forth with unimaginable light!

Everyone saw it; it was an endless sea reflecting the stars and dotted with dreamy bubbles.

The sea is a dreamlike paradise that defies description with any flowery language. It sits amidst the unchanging starry sky, radiating endless dreamlike phosphorescence.

"The legendary dreamland..."

Saint Anthony held the "Supreme Dream" in more awe than fear, after all, he was the first pope and had a deeper relationship with it, and he understood the "Supreme Dream" better than others.

"No one will be harmed anymore." Saint Anthony bowed his head in reassurance and prayed fervently.

The "Singer of God" beside him heard the commotion and looked up. He saw an indescribable, dreamlike phosphorescence explode, seemingly containing all the beautiful things in the world.

Phosphorescent light fell in scattered spots on all the people who were tainted by the abyss.

Ah!

It was no longer the people's screams of agony, but the abyssal aura that had taken the opportunity to infiltrate the people's bodies, all of which were eradicated under the wash of the dreamlike phosphorescence.

All the spirits that were pulled out of the body returned to their own bodies, and all the injured spirits were healed.

In an instant, the damage caused by this sacrifice was erased, and all the people were in a daze and speechless.

This is absolutely an unimaginable miracle!

(End of this chapter)