Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 532 "Hunger"

The appearance of the Dream Scripture cast a rainbow over the sky.

"Oh, the supreme dream..."

Audrey's devout and ethereal voice rang in the ears of all the believers, and the ceremony had begun.

The next moment, a dreamlike phosphorescence shot straight into the sky, turning into a rain of light that cleansed the souls of everyone present—a miraculous dream.

Unbeknownst to them, everyone felt as if their spirits had transcended their bodies, their spirituality radiating naturally, cleansed of impurities by the dreamlike phosphorescence, becoming pure.

This process seemed very long, like several days and nights had passed. Everyone was willing to be immersed in it and never wake up. The source of that dreamlike phosphorescence was the happiness and beauty that everyone was pursuing.

At that moment, Klein looked up at the sky above the church. The Dream Scripture, not in Audrey's hands, was also floating above the church, radiating a rich, dreamlike phosphorescence.

"Enter the dream." Klein's spirit stirred, and he responded immediately.

Centered around the Dream Church, the entire eastern district of Backlund is forcibly entered into a dream world!

Now, with the dreamlike phosphorescence almost boiling, Klein accomplished this "miracle" through the manifestation of the Dream Sea.

The power of dreams descends, blurring the lines between dreams and reality, making it impossible to distinguish between truth and illusion.

In that instant, those who did not belong to the "dream" stood out, as conspicuous as chocolate on a cream cake.

A buzzing sound rang out as an invisible force drew near. Klein instantly teleported to the corresponding location and snapped his fingers.

The entire space seemed to have shattered, forcing everything inside out.

The thing that appeared before Klein's eyes...

Yes, it was something that even surpassed Klein's understanding of biology.

He was also glad that he had only brought the entire eastern district of Backlund into his dream; otherwise, the appearance of this creature would have been a disaster.

This is a fleshy ball made up of countless bits of flesh, with various mouths, tongues, eyes, and tentacles forming an indescribable "creature". Disgusting slime drips from the tentacles, and the space itself seems to be corroding.

Even an out-of-control Extraordinary is much more normal than this "creature".

However, this is an Outer God angel!

Klein's eyes shimmered with a dreamlike phosphorescence, helping him resist the contamination from this unknown angel. Sure enough, more than one Outer God had sent angels to Earth!

"And who are you?!" Klein said, forcing himself to look at the deformed eyeballs with disgust.

The nausea here is spiritual; some kind of hidden pollution is attacking his spirit through this image.

"Our Lord is the 'Primordial Hunger'..."

Klein only heard the name from the angel's mouth, and the next moment, he raised his hand and gently pressed down on the surrounding space.

Space lockdown!

But one of the hungry angel's mouths suddenly opened and bit into the invisible space.

Click!

The space itself seemed to be overwhelmed, and a gap appeared, like a bite taken out of an ice cream. With a leak in the space, the spatial sealing naturally failed.

"This kind of method..." Klein was also speechless with astonishment.

"I'm hungry..."

"You taste delicious..."

All the eyes on those fleshy lumps were looking at Klein, as if he were a fine piece of food.

Klein's body suddenly stiffened. Even as a dream angel, this was the first time he had ever seen such naked and undisguised... appetite!

He is not, after all, the "Supreme Dream," and the dream phosphorescence carried in his body cannot change his life essence, nor can it greatly enhance his charm, but such a situation has never occurred.

"Hunger..." Klein had a new understanding of this word; this was definitely the Outer God that Truman hated the most!

Klein took a deep breath, and the Last Supper appeared in his hand. With a gentle shake, he revealed a sun.

This is a "pure white angel".

"Judgment of Light"!

A dazzling golden light descended from the sky and landed inside the fleshy ball.

The power of the "Sun" pathway has a strong restraining effect on this kind of evil-looking power.

However, this "Hungry Angel" was different from any of the angels Klein had encountered before. It opened its mouth wide, splitting in the middle as if it had opened a huge maw and swallowed the golden light whole!

Even Klein's eyelids twitched slightly at such a bizarre scene.

Is this an attempt to commit suicide?

Of course, the "Hungry Angel" did not commit suicide; rather, it was the strongest way to deal with Him.

After falling into that huge mouth, the "Judgment of Light" had absolutely no effect!

"What's the principle behind this angel? Could it be that it has a different dimension inside its mouth?" Klein wondered.

But as Klein stopped the "hunger" angel, the other Outer God believers also joined in.

Several angel-level attacks were directed at Klein.

Klein's spirit stirred, and he shook the scroll again, causing a burst of twilight within it to suddenly expand and envelop Klein.

This is the power of the "God of War"!

Since the "God of War" is dead, Klein no longer needs His permission to use His power!

The twilight-colored light represented the strongest defense; neither the teeth of the "Hungry Angel" nor the attacks of other unknown angels could harm Klein.

Huh? Klein suddenly turned around and looked at the Dream Scripture. At this moment, several figures that seemed somewhat familiar to him had appeared around the Dream Scripture.

It's the curly-haired baboons! They really came!

Klein strangely stopped, seemingly to guard against the angels in the shadows, but in reality, this was what he should have been doing.

Their previous appearances were merely to confirm the number of Outer God angels.

After Klein guessed Truman's plan, he was already certain that the Dream Scripture falling into the hands of the heretics was the future that Truman and Adam wanted to see!

With a whoosh, the Dream Scripture fell into the hands of several curly-haired baboons. Next, some kind of abstract concept was extracted from the souls of those curly-haired baboons and landed on the Dream Scripture.

"The Tower of Babel?" Klein's heart skipped a beat; that was the "token" for entering the Tower of Babel.

This is clear evidence that curly-haired baboons were able to enter the Tower of Babel.

Before he could even think, a gash suddenly appeared on the top of his head.

The opening gradually widened, and the sky as far as the eye could see was cracked open.

The crack is filled with a sea of ​​clouds made up of countless "clouds".

Clouds of various colors—purple, black, gray, and red—each evoke a different feeling.

This is the dream of countless lives.

Each color represents a type of dream; for example, the surging pink clouds represent a beautiful dream of springtime.

This is a fantasy world!

(End of this chapter)