Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 44 Origin Essence Becomes Spirit?

The forces of sleep and fear surged forth, transforming into pure darkness, and everything was silently destroyed and vanished.

This is the power of the night.

The Nightmare Dragon awoke with a start, but its mental state slid into the abyss for the third time. The Goddess of Misfortune seized the opportunity, and no amount of "soothing" or "mental healing" could save it!

laugh!

The power of the night completely seeped into the body of the Nightmare Dragon.

A smile appeared on the face of the Goddess of Misfortune shrouded in mist. She nodded slightly and snapped her long, slender fingers.

Hey!

The Nightmare Dragon's enormous body was reduced to a simple line drawing and easily erased with an eraser.

This time, He was powerless to resist and was sent to a hidden world, the private domain of the night.

The goddess of misfortune disappeared for quite some time, entering a hidden world to make her final preparations.

All darkness vanished when the hidden angel appeared.

A chaotic and indescribable aura appeared, severing something conceptual.

The hidden angel looked into the distance, towards the area beyond the hidden blockade.

Holding the blasphemous tablet, Sasriel stood on a bushy hill and nodded gently to the hidden angel.

The hidden angel nodded in response, turned and walked away, its figure flickering and disappearing into the distance until it vanished completely on the horizon.

His mission is complete.

Sasriel withdrew his gaze and looked at the giant dragon beneath his feet.

This is not a dragon of the mind, but a dragon of wisdom.

He didn't have the ethereal scales of a mind dragon, nor did he have the mysterious markings that drive people mad.

Instead, there are many brass-colored patterns, some resembling eyes, others books, shimmering with a unique light of wisdom.

He is also very special among the dragon race.

He keenly noticed the hidden anomaly and sensed that something was happening, so he came looking for it and happened to run into Sasliel, who was there to prevent any accidents.

The fact that the Hidden Angel can easily locate the Nightmare Dragon in the ocean of the collective unconscious is naturally due to His assistance.

"Helabogen, the 'Dragon of Wisdom,' where is your wisdom?"

Sasriel lightly tapped the blasphemous stone tablet with his finger, then looked at the wise dragon and smiled gently.

……

"roar!"

Suddenly, the imaginary dragon hidden in the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness of the city-state's humans behind Truman let out a terrifying roar.

All those who heard this dragon's roar, whether human or angel, fell into a trance, as if they had forgotten themselves.

Even Truman himself was mentally unstable and distracted, barely able to concentrate at all!

A gentle hum... a divine protection slowly spread out, gently wiping away the tragic consequences of the dragon's roar.

"You stupid dragon, you think you can ambush me?!" A blazing bolt of lightning transformed into a spear, which the Elf King hurled at him.

Sunlight also shines here, and the sea of ​​sunlight covers the sea of ​​the collective unconscious.

The Imaginary Dragon had only been watching this divine battle from afar, but that dragon roar was already a declaration of entry into the war in the eyes of the two gods!

The attacks from the Elf King and the Ancient Sun God instantly landed on the Imaginary Dragon.

"Roar!" The Imaginary Dragon had no intention of fighting the two and returned to the City of Miracles at top speed.

The escape of the Imaginary Dragon also made it impossible for the battle between the Ancient Sun God and the Elf King to continue, and it ended there.

Knowing that the "Dragon of Imagination" was watching from the sidelines, both sides tacitly avoided escalating the conflict to the highest level, and each took a step back.

The Imaginary Dragon, now back in the City of Miracles, exuded an aura of savagery and madness. Had it not been for the sight of its massive form, one would have felt as if an elven tyrant had descended.

"Where is Alshogod?!" The indifferent voice of the Imaginary Dragon echoed in the hearts of all the dragons in the City of Miracles.

Many dragons are insane and out of control; these are dragons with mixed internal characteristics. They were able to move freely before because the Imaginary Dragon calmed their madness down.

But now the tyrannical side of the Imaginary Dragon is revealed, and it even wants to imitate the Destruction Wolf to kill these descendants!

"Herabergen!" The Imaginary Dragon's gaze fell upon the god beside him.

The dragon of wisdom, under pressure, fell directly from the stone pillar, its mental state descending into madness, teetering on the brink of losing control.

After a long while, the Dragon of Wisdom finally calmed down and looked up at the still furious Dragon of Imagination.

"Alschurd has ventured to the City of Nightmares..."

"After that, everything was kept secret, and the City of Nightmares disappeared completely." The Dragon of Wisdom's body trembled involuntarily.

"..." The Imaginary Dragon closed its eyes, its aura violent and frenzied. The storm in its mind was projected directly into reality, causing all the dragons to suffer unspeakably, yet it could not even utter a roar of pain.

It's unclear how much time passed, perhaps half a day, but the storm projected by the Imaginary Dragon's mind began to subside, and the dragons' situation improved considerably; at least they no longer needed to worry about completely losing control.

"Alright!" The Imaginary Dragon seemed to have figured everything out, its eyes cold and unspeakable, flashing with a fierce light.

"Erihogg, Shinhogg..." the Imaginary Dragon spoke, calling out the names of these dragons who were Sequence Two dragons and entering the temple.

These dragons dared not disobey, but Heraborg, the "Dragon of Wisdom," did not need to participate because the path was different.

However, Heraborg and the other unnamed dragons dared not move and could only wait.

As the red moon hung high in the sky, the dragons finally emerged from the temple. They showed no signs of abnormality; they were still the same dragons.

But Herabergen, who was lying prostrate on the ground, was trembling. It took him a long time to get up and return to his palace.

"Neither the elves nor the sun suffered much damage." Standing on the coastline, Truman, watching the Queen of Calamity disappear completely, smirked. "On the contrary, the Imaginary Dragons, who were just watching the show, suffered the most."

The lightning and sunlight in the sky had completely dissipated.

"Oh, and giants too."

"The giant who initiated the war of the gods became a spectator, staring blankly at the phoenix."

"And the Demon King is still lingering near the abyss, too afraid to come out."

Perhaps the deaths of the ancient gods, such as the Destroyer Wolf, shocked this demon king. He continued his plan to drag the world into the abyss, but he was much more cautious now.

"The dream is still a dream, but it doesn't seem quite right anymore..."

With a complicated expression, he turned to the fourth page of the Book of Dreams, which contained the third branch of authority that he had not yet fully summarized.

When the Elf King's gaze fell upon him, the Book of Dreams unleashed a momentary burst of power, a power he had never witnessed before.

That moment also seemed to allow him to see something deeper.

He...or He, or even it, may not be a person.

"Am I a sentient being from the source material?" This is a very serious question, concerning Truman's self-positioning.

(End of this chapter)