Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 31 A Picture of Civilization

This time, Truman is honestly playing the role of a dreamlike angel under the Creator's command.

Over several months, he led missionaries to preach in many human city-states and even among other races, frequently displaying angelic power and leaving behind many legends in each city-state.

Saving lives and healing the wounded are basic skills, but the legends of hunting demigods and monsters, purifying city-states, and spreading the light of dreams, which demonstrate his divine power, truly constitute his unique image in the Creator's Holy Scripture.

Correspondingly, Truman did feel that after his status as the Dream Angel was elevated, his anchor of faith increased dramatically, surpassing that of all the believers in the Dark City.

This allowed him to draw upon more of the power of the Book of Dreams, and his own condition was also excellent.

But one day, Sasriel contacted him.

"Dawn and harvest?" Truman looked at the letter Sasriel had sent him, his expression quite peculiar.

Not long ago, Truman fought a fierce battle with the mother and son gods, and even schemed against Badhall.

This probably led to some welcome changes in Badheer's mindset.

"You want me to receive them?" Truman frowned. "Aren't you afraid we'll just start fighting?"

Then he suddenly realized something, and in a flash, he roamed back to his territory and found Lilith.

In the past few months, he has frequently returned to his territory to feed Lilith. This vampire's tastes have become so refined that even if she is about to lose control, she will not touch the blood of other humans.

Although it's not Truman's blood, the blood that can suppress madness is unique in this world.

"You brought blood?" Lilith remained haughty, as was the nature of the progenitor of vampires, but compared to a few months ago, she seemed to have become a little more human.

"Your existence reminds me of a type of human that practically lives off houses," Truman remarked. "They never go out and still need someone to bring them food."

Perhaps because this is the land of the sun god, which is inherently incompatible with vampires, Lilith has never stepped out of the church built for Truman by the dreamlike believers since she arrived here.

"Come with me to see Omibella!"

Lilith's expression instantly turned serious.

Truman took out a badge, a symbol of dreams, which could directly connect to the Book of Dreams, essentially the same as the divine badge he carried.

"The hidden authority isn't secure enough, so let's add this." The hidden authority is enough to make Lilith invisible in both fate and reality, but now it's about walking directly in front of the person involved and observing them, which is much safer.

"Okay!" Lilith didn't waste any words and followed Truman into a temple in the Kingdom of the Sun God.

Inside are the god of dawn, Badhre, and the goddess of harvest, Omibella.

With two five-meter-tall giants standing beneath this large statue, the church suddenly felt somewhat cramped.

"It's you!" The dawn in Badhall's single eye trembled violently the moment Truman walked in, with wisps of twilight energy condensing into a giant sword, and the power of the dawn surging.

"Put down your sword, or you'll never get what you want." Truman didn't even glance at Badhall, but simply walked slowly to the center and stood beneath the statue of the Creator.

At this moment, his dreamlike twelve wings unfolded, as if brilliant divine light was falling from the statue of the Creator, adorning the pure white twelve wings.

"You are His servant god?!" Badhall did not lower his sword; instead, his fighting spirit soared to its peak.

"We are not here to start a war." A voice, gentler than Badheir's, came through, suppressing Badheir's arrogance.

"Angel, we have come for the twilight journey." Omibella, dressed in a wooden armor dress and holding a wooden staff, exuded a strong life force, and her voice was as gentle as possible.

He naturally recognized Truman, but he was holding back, which was much better than Badhall's ability to do so.

"Okay!" Truman didn't bother arguing with Badhair. Warriors are usually like that, especially Badhair.

"But you should know that knowledge is priceless; it is directly equivalent to power."

"We have brought the giants' collection accumulated over a thousand years." Omibella's words were devoid of emotion, deliberately concealing her feelings.

"Oh? Show them all!" Truman became interested. The Sun God allowed this knowledge to be spread, but he wanted to ruthlessly extract flesh from these ancient gods. It was even more outrageous for giants to demand a sequence of paths right off the bat.

"A Picture of Civilization"

Omibella took out a scroll from the spirit realm. The scroll was like a condensation of light and shadow. It looked very thin, but it gave people an extremely heavy feeling.

In Truman's eyes, what he saw were the various extraordinary races recorded on it. They rose from ignorance and madness, reproduced and fought under the drive of instinct, and after countless years, they gradually gained wisdom and began to establish their own civilizations.

Giants built royal courts, elves sculpted palaces, and a city of miracles hung high in the sky, while the underworld lay hidden deep within the spirit realm.

This is a civilization created by an extraordinary race.

The next instant, Truman saw giants and dragons dominating the world, suppressing other extraordinary races, and ushering in the Twin Age.

Anything further away is too blurry to see clearly.

"I don't know which potion this corresponds to in your collection, but I'm certain of the value of this scroll of civilization." Omibella nodded in satisfaction when she saw that Truman was stunned.

Truman let out a soft breath. He had indeed been stunned for a moment, but now that he had come to his senses, he was amazed that these ancient gods must have taken over all the high-sequence characteristics from the other sources that they hadn't been able to consume.

This panorama of civilization is unique to the "Perfect One"!

It records all the traces of existing civilization and also makes certain predictions about the future development of civilization!

The giant king actually refrained from swallowing this unique item.

Of course, if the Giant King swallowed this thing, the conflict of non-adjacent paths would be enough to turn him into another Destruction Wolf.

Perhaps the other high-level characteristics and uniqueness of the twenty-two pathways are all like this? Existing in some way in the treasury of the ancient gods.

These things were enough to move even the ancient sun god!

"This one is enough," Omibella said confidently.

"...Not enough!" But Truman shook his head firmly. These ancient gods were too rich... no, knowledge was priceless!

Upon hearing this, the life force in Omibella's single eye faltered, and Badhall almost drew his sword to kill the angel.

The value of the Civilization Scroll goes without saying; it was a top-tier item even in the treasure troves of giants.

If they hadn't already gleaned enough information from the scroll to know that their race would eventually become the dominant power, the giants wouldn't have traded it for the potion recipe.

In their view, this potion might be the final piece of the puzzle for the giant race to become one of the twins.

(End of this chapter)