Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 53 The Tide of Filth

"Buzz!"

A myriad of thoughts flashed through his mind, and the invisible barrier that had just maintained its most solid defensive position in Chu Men's mind began to tremble.

Truman's eyes widened suddenly as he watched the invisible barrier tremble slightly.

This slight tremor was almost invisible on the barrier and could not leave any trace on it.

But in the abyss, an unimaginable wave of filth was unleashed. Starting from the very bottom of the abyss, the wave surged in all directions, shaking the entire abyss.

Is this the essence of the filthy tide? Is it an aftershock caused by the Mother Tree of Desire constantly impacting the invisible barrier?

The Mother Tree of Desire, through its mysterious connection with the Abyss, is battling against the invisible barrier within the abyss. How long has this been going on? A hundred years? A thousand years?!

The barrier remains sturdy, but is it possible for water to wear it down...?

If this continues, this area may become a weak point in the invisible barrier.

Truman's expression was solemn. Judging from the trajectory in his memory, he was more inclined to believe that the Mother Tree of Desire had achieved some results, after all, both the "Abyss" and the "Bound Ones" had been corrupted and controlled by it.

This is already the greatest achievement the Outer Gods have made in this world.

They had already controlled the two necessary routes before even entering the area; such a tactic was undeniably powerful.

This is very likely the advantage gained from the very beginning of the erosion of the abyss!

"The ancient sun god made some prophecies about what would happen here, but of course, it can't compare to me..."

"He most likely sensed something and started making moves ahead of time."

"So even now, or perhaps even earlier, after emerging from the Chaos Sea and becoming a god, the ancient sun god was already plotting and preparing for the end of the world..."

That's really impressive!

Truman was impressed, but the situation before him left him no time to think. An invisible barrier was trembling, and waves of filth were crashing towards Truman and his companions.

Truman simply tossed the "Civilization Scroll" away.

The "Civilization Scroll" was directly transformed into a series of projections.

It faithfully records the origins of various extraordinary races, and vividly recreates the key moments when these races emerged from ignorance, created civilization, and dominated the world.

In the next instant, a phantom of the Creator descended from the Astral Plane, leading the human race to rise to power, which has now become a force that even extraordinary races need to take seriously.

The rich history of civilization has blocked that wave of filth.

The waves of filth have moved into the tapestry of civilization, but the ancient gods have ruled for nearly a thousand years, and this vast period of time is enough for them to withstand several waves of filth.

After all, the invisible barrier is still quite strong, and the power that the Mother Tree of Desire can pass through is quite limited.

But to be on the safe side, Truman also threw the Black Emperor's Crown up. The distorted power was also terrifying, directly distorting the aggressiveness of the filthy wave and weakening its harm.

"Let's go to that land!"

Amanisis directly led the three to land using "secret" methods.

The land islands floating in what appears to be a star-like astral sky look completely out of place; this might be the site of the Demon Lord's scheme.

Despite being watched by such an outer god through a barrier every day, the Demon King still insists on taking root here and transforming the abyss, which shows that his ambitions are not small!

The figures of Truman and his two companions slowly emerged in the center of the land, becoming real.

"Roar!" The moment they set foot on this land, a terrifying roar resounded, causing their minds to go into chaos in an instant, with all sorts of emotions churning and about to explode.

The projection of the Demon King Fabti!

It's a reverse application of demonic summoning; He, who was engaged in fierce battle with the Giant King, descended with a projection.

Lilith vanished from sight, concealing herself with the power of "stealth" and "dream".

"It's just a projection with not much power." Amanisis immediately concealed his emotions and made the most rational judgment.

That makes sense; Fabuti, facing attacks from two gods, would certainly not be able to reduce his power much from this projection.

However, for many angels below the divine level, the suppression of a single unit is all they have.

"Secret!" The goddess directly invoked the most representative authority of the night.

"Dream!" Truman, in coordination with the goddess, used his dream abilities to momentarily slow down the Demon Lord's will.

If the Demon King himself were to come, he would have no chance of pulling him into the dream, but the power of a projection is not enough to make him fear and back down.

With the blessing of the Book of Dreams, "Dream" succeeded, successfully slowing down the Demon King's projection and causing it to be struck by a hidden power.

laugh!

In that instant, the projection of the Demon Lord was like a simple sketch, gradually being erased.

Changing the battlefield was Amanisis's plan.

That land is far too strange. If the battlefield is left there, anything could happen. It's too dangerous!

boom!

The most powerful enemy in history has appeared in the hidden space.

The Demon King's projection severed its connection with its original body, losing all ability to sense the outside world.

"The power of the night?! You are doom!" The demon king's eyes burned with corrupting flames.

"You are blaspheming!" the demon king uttered these words in foul language.

The divine emblem on Truman's chest emitted intense sunlight, purifying the filth. This emblem was truly forged by the ancient sun god and possessed sufficient status to resist the corrupting power of this filth.

He has now placed himself in a support role; he is no longer focused on offense. Lacking two unique items, he can hardly threaten the Demon King except with the Book of Dreams.

The Ancient Gloves and Sage's Robe have been keeping up with the pace in this kind of battle.

Unfortunately, the Book of Dreams lacks a powerful attack.

Amanisis transformed directly into a demon wolf. The authority of the night is now completely concentrated on Him, and His uniqueness has been initially integrated. His current state is similar to that of a certain "apprentice" in later generations who is very good at running away.

He directly used the power of the night, causing an endless tide of darkness to seep out from every space in the hidden world and surge toward the Demon King.

"Even Fregra wouldn't dare face me like this!" the demon king roared, but every word carried an unimaginable corruption, capable of corrupting living beings.

"So He died."

Amanisis calmly faced the projection of the ancient god; having killed the Destruction Wolf, he felt no emotion whatsoever that could be exploited by the Demon King.

"Fallen!" The Demon Lord gave Amanisis a deep look, finally becoming serious.

These two words represent the authority He holds. At this moment, it seems as if this hidden world controlled by Amanisis has fallen and become tainted with the aura of demons.

The darkness He summoned, like a tidal wave, also "fell," transforming into flames with demonic characteristics, which in turn devoured the darkness and eroded the secrets.

(End of this chapter)