Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 300 Idleness Leads to Illness

Half of Backlund was shrouded in a dreamlike phosphorescence, and the effects of the abyss's corruption were directly erased.

Hearing the cries of the people cease and be replaced by dreamy prayers, Klein knew that the disaster was under control.

At that moment, the statue in front of him suddenly burst forth with intense light, and illusory yet real dreamlike angel wings rose from behind the statue.

The scale of the angel wings was so vast that it seemed to cover the entire world. The angel wings were not pure white, but rather resembled the dream sea that Klein had seen, with dreams as the base and stars as the embellishment, and various phosphorescent lights shimmering.

After the wings of the dream angel were born, the statue came to life and truly became the vessel of the "Supreme Dream".

Klein's first thought was of the legendary divine descent, and he lowered his head, unable to look any further.

"Not bad." A voice seemed to ring in Klein's ears. Even a simple compliment made Klein feel lightheaded. This was not an illusion, but rather a dreamlike phosphorescence falling on his soul.

At this moment, he already possessed the qualifications to advance to the fifth rank of the "Dream" path or even become a demigod.

Sequence five is nothing special; as long as Klein honestly works for Bishop Truman 007 in the Illusionary Realm, he has a very good chance of obtaining this qualification.

But demigods are different. Inheriting divinity under the blessing of "Supreme Dream" is a terrifying thing, and only one in ten thousand Dream followers can obtain this qualification.

Backlund is the second largest city in the world, yet it still doesn't have a single "dreamlike" demigod residing there. Besides the issue of the division of religious sites, its own scarcity is also an important reason.

Klein is now qualified for promotion.

While Klein was still processing the knowledge he had gained from the dreamlike phosphorescence, the already activated dreamlike statue took two steps back.

Klein raised his head slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a long spear with an ancient design in the only pit of the altar, as if it had been reflected out of history and come into the real world.

The dreamlike statue reached out and grasped, completely pulling this spear out of history.

Klein's mind went blank. This was a scene he had seen several times in the gray fog, but this was the first time he had seen it in the real world!

The dreamlike statue suddenly flapped its angel wings, propelling its entire body upwards and smashing through all the restraints in front of it.

Enormous dreamlike angel wings appeared in the sky, sweeping away the remaining black clouds and blood-red lightning. Then, the dreamlike statue transformed into a beam of light that pierced through the world, spanning endless and distant space, and descended directly upon the abyss!

"Dream!" Fabti, the demon king who had half his body protruding from the seal and was about to escape the abyss, cried out in despair, but received no mercy.

That beam of light struck him down, sending him crashing back to the deepest part of the abyss.

"If you knew the outcome, why resist?" Truman's voice echoed above the abyss.

Fabti knew perfectly well what would happen if Truman intervened, but under the threat of the "Mother Tree of Desire," he had no choice.

Even knowing that the end of the world was coming and that Dream had set new rules for the true god, Fabuti still had a sliver of hope.

After all, He is a true god. Perhaps, or maybe, Dream will allow Him to emerge? If not, He can yield, bow down, and promise to remain in the astral plane forever in exchange for a chance.

Even though He yielded and promised to forever guard the Star Realm, He still didn't get that opportunity.

"I'm not reconciled!" Fabuti screamed madly, his voice filled with a poignant and heart-wrenching emotion, earning him the title of the most tragic true god.

"Then hold it in!" Truman's voice was unusually cold. The dreamlike statue fell into the seal, completely closing the gap that had been opened.

Roar!

Fabuti was naturally unwilling to accept this and continued to resist, but the seal had already been formed and reinforced, leaving him with no chance to resist.

"What? You want to see more?" Truman's consciousness, which was attached to the statue, glanced at the dignified middle-aged man hidden in the storm.

"Hmph!" Leodorus snorted coldly and returned directly to the divine realm of the astral plane.

Clearly, He didn't want to say another word to Truman.

"Heh." Truman didn't really care. The two gods had known each other for so many years, and Leodorus had just gotten by like this.

Truman withdrew his gaze and glanced at the sky. The night sky, strewn with stars, still hung in the Astral Plane, untouched. Meanwhile, on the other side…

"Where is Chick?!" Truman also sensed Chick's authority and power, but without Chick's presence, no one could find him.

This is probably why the Witch Cult spared no expense in training Triss.

"Let's wait until next time." Truman slowly shook his head, his consciousness detached, and the dreamlike statue gradually turned to stone, eventually becoming a vessel that could descend at any time, sitting on the seal of the abyss. Fabuti no longer had any chance of breaking through the seal.

"It's solved!" Truman's real body was still having tea with Amanisis in the manor.

Amanisis nodded slightly, never doubting Truman's abilities, and continued to look towards the altar.

"What should we do about Triss?" Amanisis asked softly.

"Her life was saved by Adam." Truman shook his head slightly. "He had already made arrangements for Triss."

"It's aimed at you." Amanisis understood Adam's thoughts.

Lord of Mysteries left the "Primal Witch" Chick in the Fourth Age, while Adam made his move on Triss.

"He still doesn't believe I would stand idly by." Truman spread his hands, also helpless. "I clearly didn't participate in what happened between Him and Sasriel."

"He's already doomed to lose, why should I get involved? I'm not going to waste my time."

Amanises stared intently at Truman, his meaning already quite clear.

The two looked at each other and remained silent for a while.

"Ahem!" Truman coughed twice to break the awkward silence, then pointed at Klein and Triss and said, "I also got involved in this."

"Don't you see how Triss looks at Klein? It's not right." Truman's eyebrows danced with pride.

"Under the dreamlike phosphorescence just now, I erased Triss's longing for dreams; now only Triss's heart flutters for Klein!"

Amanisis blinked and looked at Triss.

Her gaze toward Klein was gentle yet filled with a certain burning passion.

"Are you planning to influence Chik through her?" Amanisis thought of a possibility.

"Yes! The Dead Ghost used Chick to disgust me, so I'll let Chick disgust Him in return!" Truman said viciously.

As long as Triss can influence Chick in the opposite direction, even if it's just that Chick's gaze towards the "Lord of Mysteries" becomes slightly ambiguous, it will be a great success for Truman!

This time, Amanisis remained silent for a long time.

"You're so bored you're getting sick."

(End of this chapter)