Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 50 Conquering the Abyss

The mercury-like morning light formed an impenetrable cage on the sea, trapping every drop of the demon's blood within.

The demon naturally wanted to send out a drop of blood and leave some backup plan, but in a certain instant, Truman reached out and grabbed all the blood that He had sent out, and gently crushed it.

Bardhair faced the newly formed demon within the cage. Behind him, a destructive orange storm rose within the cage, tearing everything apart!

"Die!" The giant's roar echoed through the sky, and the colors of dawn and dusk dyed the battlefield orange-red.

It's as if the setting sun has vanished and will eventually return to nothingness.

"Blood!"

The demon knew it was time to fight to the death, so it abandoned its superfluous rationality in exchange for even greater power!

Blood red and orange-red clashed and fought in the cage, gradually mixing together to become the same shade of red.

The demon ultimately failed to escape, becoming a blood-red crystal in the hand of the God of Dawn. Within the crystal was a drop of blackish-red blood that resembled magma, exuding an aura of corruption and filth.

"Hmph! It's you again, Dream!" Badheel looked at Truman, having naturally noticed some of the events that had occurred during the battle.

He was very unhappy that Truman was involved in his battle, but he couldn't very well fight Truman, since he certainly couldn't win anyway...

He gave Truman a deep look, then turned and left.

Truman ignored him and continued writing in his book.

"The Demon Lord's subordinate god died at the hands of the God of Dawn; the rest is history..."

The quill pen scribbled furiously on the Book of Dreams, weaving a logical development for everything that followed.

At this point, many things are already predetermined.

So even though this story involved two ancient gods, it went very smoothly, and the words gradually disappeared from the pages.

Truman nodded in satisfaction and put the items away.

"Thank you for saving me!" It sounded like a giant roar in his ears, and Truman instinctively took two steps back.

Leodorus didn't care whether the two steps were taken seriously; at that moment, he was filled with gratitude towards Truman.

Even when faced with the projection of the abyss, the angel was still weak. In His eyes, Truman saved Him, and Old Pigeon remembered it!

Truman, slightly embarrassed, coughed twice. "It's alright. We're colleagues; I can't just stand by and watch someone die!"

"I'll remember this time!" Leodorus said to himself. His temperament was quite volatile, which was very suitable for the "Storm" approach, but he also valued his promises very much.

"Alright..." Truman smirked, deciding that he would never let Old Pigeon know that he possessed the Pen of Alshoghod.

"Let's go, this place will soon become the center of the storm of war." Truman and Leodorus left this place, and even moved one of the human city-states away.

Just as the demon angel was killed by Badhall, the abyss in the far reaches of the boundless sea suddenly trembled.

A will awakened, and a cold, merciless gaze was cast from the bottomless abyss, landing on Badheir, who was returning to the Giants' Court.

A soft buzzing sound rang out, and a ray of twilight light descended, protecting Badhall and repelling it without hesitation.

"Fabuti!"

"Olmir!"

The two ancient gods roared at each other from afar. They had fought each other countless times, with each side having its victories and defeats. However, the power of the giant race had reached its peak in this era!

"My servants, go and sacrifice the flesh and blood of the giants for me!"

The demon lord Fabuti opened the abyss, and countless demons surged forth, descending upon the Giants' Court region through the power of the spirit world or rituals.

In fact, when Truman brought "Honor" and the demon angel together, the battle between the two ancient gods was already inevitable!

The fact that Leodorus was tricked later only provided the Creator's side with a reason for intervening later.

The two ancient gods, one a madman and the other at their strongest, will not delve into the reasons behind their battle; they will simply fight!

In recent centuries, the various extraordinary races have been roughly divided into two relatively powerful races: dragons and giants, and the world has been peaceful for a long time.

But the previous war of the gods and the war that followed will once again tell everyone that war is the theme of the Second Age, and the previous peace was just an illusion!

"This time, all the angels except Dream will participate in the war!" Sasriel proclaimed the divine decree of war.

"Yes!" Leodorus thought the war was launched primarily to avenge Him, and the sentimental Leodorus couldn't help but sing a song to express his gratitude.

Fortunately, Medici was quick and stuffed a lump of frost into Leodoro's mouth.

"Countless believers almost perished under the attack of the wind angels." Medici clapped his hands, shook off the frost, and said to Urolius beside him.

Both Ulorius and Ocytus nodded in agreement.

Sasriel covered his face with his hands, while Truman couldn't help but laugh. Where there's Medici, there's bound to be joy!

Of course, you first need to make sure that the person He prioritizes mocking isn't you, otherwise you might be the one who ends up having a laugh.

"Let's go!" Sasriel's stern gaze made Leodorus suppress his raging lightning. He glared at Medici and led a team of extraordinary beings to the battlefield.

The departure of several angels will put immense pressure on the demons, forcing the demon lord Fabuti to take action personally.

"You decide the timing yourself." Sasriel glanced at Truman and nodded slightly.

"I know." Truman turned and returned to the Dreamland.

He sat on the shoulders of his idol, and with a grab in his hand, an unfinished ritual appeared.

This is a ritual to summon demons, which connects to the abyss.

Truman stole it so that he could establish a connection with the Abyss at the right time, and use this connection to teleport directly there.

The Abyss, isolated overseas, is the divine kingdom of the demon lord Fabuti. Forcibly entering it is essentially equivalent to confronting an ancient god, which is extremely unwise.

He sat there for a long time, and at some point a faint figure appeared beside him; Lilith had also descended upon the place.

During the war, Sasriel could not abandon the entire Creator God Kingdom, so it could only be the three of them.

"The Abyss..." Truman was also very curious about this. In his memory, there were very few records of this place. Only a certain fierce person who dared to go to witches had searched for it.

"The angels have joined the war." The intensity of the war has finally escalated. With the angels entering the fray, the damage could be unimaginable if no angels intervene.

After the angels on the Creator's side joined the battle, the demon angels suffered repeated defeats and were unable to resist!

Roar!

Without warning, the demon lord Fabuti burst out of the abyss and began to fight the giant king Olmir.

Within the astral plane, two ancient gods fought, and twilight corrupted the void, defiled the astral plane.

The two forces are eroding each other, and the power they wield is clashing.

(End of this chapter)