Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 39 Natural Disaster

Having foreseen and analyzed a war in the prophecy, Truman was no longer prepared to stay in the Giants' Court.

"Hermes, let's go." Truman beckoned Hermes directly as they walked out of the towering giant's palace. "Our people need us."

Hermes nodded silently and followed Truman out of the palace.

"Where are you going?" Badhair's voice came from behind them as they were about to leave the Giants' Court.

"Cooperation is feasible, and I believe we can maintain a certain level of understanding." Truman looked at Baderhel meaningfully.

"But now, many people, or even God, do not want our cooperation to pose a threat to Him, so He has taken action."

Let's deal with the immediate problem first.

"..." Badheer watched in silence as Truman walked out of the Giants' Court and "wandered" away.

Omibella was not here, and the Giant King had also headed in another direction from the Giants' Court.

There, a phantom gate to the underworld opened out of thin air, with pale flames swirling around it and endless undead surging within. A huge city could be vaguely seen inside.

In the deepest darkness and death of the city center, there is a pair of bronze eyes that conceal layers upon layers of illusory doors.

Greygardy, the progenitor of the phoenix!

However, He also did not trust the elves, so He merely watched without taking action. He held a portion of the authority over the "gateways," and in terms of mobility, even several ancient gods could not defeat Him.

Therefore, His mere presence already posed a tremendous threat to the giant race.

Both Olmir and Omibella were caught up in this situation by a door opened by Gregory.

Outside a coastal city-state, Truman and Hermes emerge from nothingness.

This was also a city-state ruled by the belief in a creator, located at the border between the forces of the sun god and the elven race.

"It seems there's maritime trade between here and the elves?" Truman saw many merchant ships at sea, carrying coral and gems from the elves.

"What a pity." The foundation of this world is madness and chaos; the struggle between the sequences was set from the very beginning.

The ancient sun god will eventually take action against the Elf King; that will be a war between the two races.

"Should I gather the extraordinary individuals from the various city-states?" Hermes asked.

"No need, that's a war between angels," Truman refused.

"...But we have to do something," Hermes said firmly after a moment of silence.

"Go and organize the people to hide in the sacrificial square in the city center!" Truman's lips twitched, somewhat helplessly. Hermes' personality was actually quite good, but he was too rigid and serious about this.

"Yes!" Hermes walked into the city, and an invisible force swept out, and a voice appeared in everyone's heart.

"Leave here, or a natural disaster will befall you." Hermes easily "convinced" everyone.

Truman sat down on a large rock outside the city-state, preparing to face the prophesied terrifying tsunami.

That was a true natural disaster. He could certainly protect himself and hold off his opponents, but he couldn't guarantee he could stop every wave; that could result in many deaths.

"Why are you here?" Truman suddenly saw a small head sticking out from under a rock.

"..." The head simply shrank back inside.

"I see you." Truman glanced at the still calm seawater, smiled, and looked at the small figure hidden behind the rocks.

"Come out, it's dangerous here, let's get into the city quickly." Truman even used soothing words to get the figure out from behind the rock.

A thin, almost skeletal figure emerged from behind the rock, tattered burlap sacked haphazardly over its body, its hair damp and plastered to its face.

He is not young, but he is malnourished, which makes him too thin.

"You..." Truman frowned slightly. He pointed a finger, and a dreamlike phosphorescent light descended, instantly replacing the boy's tattered clothes with a dark robe.

The way the creation was almost divine startled the boy, leaving him stunned and staring blankly at Truman.

"Here, have some." Truman materialized a piece of cake and handed it to him.

He spread many things that were ahead of their time in the Dreamlands, including many cooking methods for food.

Of course, this could be considered a "noble" food, and the boy probably had never been exposed to it before.

The boy snapped out of his reverie at the temptation of the food, staring intently at Truman's cake, but dared not approach it.

"Take it." Truman's attitude became increasingly gentle.

"..." In the end, Truman handed the cake to the boy.

In the end, the temptation of the food overcame his wariness. The boy took a bite of the cake, as if his soul had been elevated. He didn't even dare to take a second bite, regretting that he had ruined this perfect creation.

"Where are your parents? Where do you live?" Truman asked, seeing that the boy's guard had been broken down by the cake. He needed to get rid of the boy.

"He drowned at sea." The boy looked up at Truman and carefully took his second bite.

"..." Truman remained silent, no longer asking questions, but instead moved his fingers slightly to perform a divination on the boy, and soon he got the answer.

"My parents drowned, and my older sister risked her life fishing but also fell to her death..."

"My home was robbed, and I was kicked out of the city like a jinx, forbidden from entering..."

It's not easy for anyone to just survive, especially in this age ruled by ancient gods.

The Dreamland is in a class of its own even within the Creator's Kingdom.

Truman sighed softly, preparing to send the boy away, when suddenly he looked at the churning seawater at the boy's feet.

It seems to be higher than before, from submerging the feet to now submerging the ankles.

The rise and fall of the sea here reflects a great disturbance at the distant horizon of the sea.

His expression turned serious, and he placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, teleporting him directly to Hermes' side.

He himself was facing the vast and boundless sea.

"They're here." Before long, all the seawater was swept away, pulled further away by some force.

Dark clouds had gathered over the sea, thick bolts of lightning crackled within them, and a fierce wind whipped Truman's robes.

Storms, tsunamis, and even earthquakes are imminent; this is what we call "natural disasters."

Suddenly, twelve wings of a dreamlike angel appeared behind Truman. In that instant, the angel's wings swelled in the wind, expanding to a certain extent, and slowly sheltered the entire city-state behind him.

The city was enveloped in a dreamlike phosphorescence, which shocked many ordinary people who had only ever seen or heard about miracles in holy scriptures or from missionaries.

"God above!" Many believers knelt down and prayed to the Creator and the Dream Angel.

Devout prayers echoed in the sacrificial square, gradually forming waves.

People always become exceptionally devout in the face of miracles and disasters.

(End of this chapter)