Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 478 The Creator

Truman Estate, a suburb of Backlund.

Truman was unusually seated in a chair, watching the battle taking place in the giants' court through the dreamlike phosphorescence.

But at this moment, he seemed to be summoned, and with a soft laugh, his consciousness sank directly into the Book of Dreams.

"I remember it's been a while since we held a Dream Council meeting," Truman said, looking at the other three and laughing.

The first 1,300 years of the Fifth Era were peaceful, with nothing major happening, so the Dream Council almost became an old people's club. Now, something of significant importance has finally arrived.

"What about the 'Fallen Creator'?" Amanisis tapped the table lightly, his tone serious.

"It seems you haven't shared any relevant information with us." Lilith crossed her arms and looked at Truman and Sasriel.

"We didn't really know what was going on inside before," Sasriel explained.

"So what exactly is inside?" Amanises nodded slowly, acknowledging the explanation. "He is not some 'fallen creator,' or rather... more than that!"

"He should not have been born," Lilith said thoughtfully.

The assassination attempt in the Third Age was planned by these few people. The Creator of the Third Age was also aware of it, and even when things became hopeless, he willingly sacrificed himself, thus fulfilling the wishes of Sasriel and Truman.

Therefore, in principle, there should be no hatred or resentment.

"He is 'God'," Truman revealed the answer directly.

"Dreamland" fell into a deathly silence.

"...How does He exist?" They've been comrades for thousands of years, so naturally they wouldn't doubt it, but they just don't understand.

Before angels or even true gods, the state of mental disarray is not so severe. Even if it goes out of control, one will only become a monster, and no truly great being will awaken.

But now the "fallen creator" seems to have broken this convention.

Let alone angels, the current "fallen creator" is essentially an evil spirit with no inherent characteristics; it is only supported by the "blasphemous tablet."

"The first 'blasphemous tablet' was that person's body, so it's normal for it to undergo some changes."

"Actually, it's my fault. I'm too strong," Truman explained seriously.

Sasriel hesitated, while the two goddesses remained expressionless.

"It really was me!" Truman had no choice but to explain. "When I killed 'God,' He seemed to have foreseen something and made an unknown arrangement at the last moment using the 'Desecrating Slab.'"

"Later, at the end of the Fourth Age, I went even further. The more exciting 'mysteries' and 'God' couldn't stay still and started causing trouble using all sorts of means."

"Chik, 'Source Castle', 'Blasphemy Slab', and 'Fallen Creator' are all part of this."

"They lay there before because they were sure they would be the ultimate victor and weren't in a hurry. But now I'm only a few small steps away from true supremacy, and they have to get anxious too."

The other three listened quietly, as if this was the only explanation.

"So how do you plan to deal with the 'Fallen Creator'?" Lilith asked.

Although such an existence is still very weak, its essence is enough to shock any true god, who would stop at nothing to destroy it.

"I'll handle it," Truman said seriously.

With a wave of his hand, the battle that had taken place in the Giants' Court appeared on the table.

During the battle, Klein had already summoned a combat power at the level of the Angel King.

"His current combat power is probably insufficient for Sequence One; he only needs to contend with the various special properties emanating from the Chaos Sea..."

Klein continuously invoked the power of the "Source Castle" to resist the chaotic and illusory seawater, and the gray fog had already enveloped the entire palace.

"Steal!" Klein kept using "Steal" in an attempt to steal the "Blasphemy Tablet" from the "Fallen Creator".

However, since it wasn't the real Amon here, Klein failed several times in his attempts, and was even misled a few times, stealing "Fallen" and almost ruining his body.

"We must finish this quickly, or who knows what terrifying things that 'blasphemous stone tablet' might produce."

Klein took a deep breath and suddenly shook the "Last Supper" in his hand. This time, he was not summoning the power of the King of Angels, but seeking out the true God!

Of course, he didn't want to recklessly invite the power of the true god; what he needed was the blessing of the true god.

Klein recalled the "Secret" technique that the "Secret Angel" had used several times in front of him before, and materialized it in his mind.

At the same time, Klein triggered the image of the "Goddess of Night" on the scroll!

Buzz... The dazzling starry sky on the scroll seemed to light up.

An invisible blessing fell upon Klein, and the "Goddess of the Night" indeed responded to Klein, bestowing her blessing!

"Hidden!" An invisible sphere appeared in Clay's hand. With the blessing of the goddess, this "Hidden" was more powerful than any "Hidden" that Heaven had ever used!

The "Fallen Creator," who had raised his hands to block the projections of the two angel kings, suddenly looked up at the dazzling starry sky in the painting.

"Amanises!"

laugh!

The shadow of the "fallen creator" appears to have been reduced to a simple line drawing, being erased by an eraser.

The process seemed somewhat difficult, and Klein felt his spirituality draining away like a flood.

"Now!" Klein didn't dare to delay at all. This was the only chance to get close to the "Desecrated Tablet." As long as he got the "Desecrated Tablet" into his hands, this battle would be over.

But the moment Klein approached the "Desecrating Slab," his mind went blank, and he completely collapsed!

"What!" Klein on "Source Castle" exploded, shattering into countless phosphorescent worms.

"tamper"!

The cloak suddenly billowed up, mobilizing the power of the "Source Castle" to block a power of extremely high rank, and redirected the power to the paper doll, giving Klein a chance to catch his breath.

"Reboot!"

The palace above the gray fog and Klein returned to their previous state, looking terrified.

"What is that?!" Klein quickly looked at the hidden world he had created.

The "fallen creator" trapped in the hidden world suddenly looked up, as if he were staring at Klein.

Klein's pupils constricted, a chill ran down his spine, and his body stiffened.

Actually, he wasn't attacked, but rather he saw something he shouldn't have seen, just like the many times before when he spied on the King of Angels or even the true God through divination.

But now he's a dream angel!

"That is... the Creator of the Third Era!" A towering figure appeared in Klein's eyes. He stood on the surface of the chaotic, dark water, his specific appearance unclear. Storms, the sun, the mind, shadows, and knowledge surrounded him.

Klein had only seen a similar image in "The Last Supper," in which the "Creator of the Third Age" was killed by the Dream Angel!

(End of this chapter)