Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 555 The Creator Returns

The combined attack of the Outer Gods was so terrifying that it still affected Earth despite Truman's all-out defense.

External disasters like earthquakes and tsunamis are minor issues now, as many awakened angels have intervened to suppress these widespread calamities.

The mystical pollution was mostly transmitted to the barrier formed by the gods.

Awakening from the doubled divine vision, the gods automatically reinforced the barrier with their own authority, and for a time, the entire astral plane was filled with dazzling colors and brilliance.

"Where's Adam?" Medici returned to normal, and his first thought was that Adam was missing.

He also noticed a certain atmosphere permeating the sea of ​​the collective unconscious.

He subconsciously traced back, tearing space apart at its weakest point.

The sound of rushing seawater filled his ears, and Medici looked up at the end of this space.

"Adam? No! It's…" Medici's eyes widened suddenly, "...Lord?!"

Medici had only one god: the ancient sun god of the Second Age and the creator of the Third Age!

In that instant, Medici understood something. He bowed slightly in respect, "...Welcome back."

"It's you, Medici." The Creator, or rather, Sasriel, nodded gently to Medici, His gaze still warm and radiant with humanity.

Having merged with Adam, He has returned to the state of the Creator of the Third Age. Of course, in terms of strength, He is closer to the ancient sun god of the Second Age who fought against the ancient gods.

He is now more human than divine, and in a state of perfect perfection.

"Why now?" Medici looked up at Sasriel and asked.

Medici is no longer the Angel King he once was; now, as the "War Master," he is equal in status to Sasriel.

"Because the world needs me now," Sasriel chuckled, pointing towards the Astral Plane.

Medici looked in the direction He pointed and gazed at the astral plane, where the authority and power of the gods were blocking the erosion and corruption of the Outer Gods.

"Will the barrier shatter today?" Medici's expression changed slightly as he considered the most extreme scenario.

"...Not quite." Sasriel shook his head slightly. "It's just that today's events clearly won't end easily."

"One person, Dream, is not enough."

"Isn't one person enough for Dream?" Medici asked in surprise.

"Yes, not enough." The dark seawater behind Sasriel continued to surge, and the surging shadows and spiritual power on His body were constantly merging together.

With a clear distinction between primary and secondary elements and little resistance, the fusion of the two proceeded very smoothly, but due to time constraints, they had not yet completely merged into one.

Medici paused for a moment, then nodded slightly to Sasriel, transforming himself into a fire giant and stepping into the astral plane, merging his power into the barrier constructed by the gods.

At this moment, all true gods are on the same side, and all true gods have the responsibility to protect this planet and the believers on it.

Sasriel also looked toward the astral plane, which was distorted by authority and symbols. The shadow power on him began to shift, while the mental power representing "dreams" began to take the lead.

"Based on previous research findings, it is possible to achieve this level of achievement using the concept of a 'visionary' as a foundation."

"Sassriel muttered to himself."

It was at this moment that His expression gradually became solemn, and His voice became low as He announced His return to the world.

"I am one, and I am ten thousand; I am the beginning, and I am the end."

His eyes suddenly became unreal, and a vast ocean behind him, seemingly encompassing all colors and possibilities, suddenly surged and submerged his body.

He raised his right hand and grasped a silver cross.

"sun."

Suddenly, a blazing but illusory sun appeared above His head.

"storm."

To His left, symbols such as lightning, gale, and ocean waves intertwine to form a phantom that seems to look down upon all things.

"The White Pagoda".

To his right, a tall white tower with many brass eyes rose from the ground.

Driven by the chaotic sea, these imagined powers and symbols were poured into Sasriel's body one after another.

"I know Truman likes this line, but all I can tell him is that it has always belonged to me."

A fleeting smile appeared on Sasriel's face before he took his first step toward the astral plane to which he was loyal.

The chaotic, dark sea, containing all colors and all possibilities, suddenly surged, and Sasriel's body expanded into a colossal beam of light capable of supporting heaven and earth.

This figure of light walked on the chaotic, dark surface of the water, raised its finger to point towards the star realm, and solemnly declared:

"Let there be light!"

This sentence has always belonged to Him and is most suitable for Him.

The sacred declaration resounded throughout the astral plane, and the astral plane responded to its master.

The entire astral plane lit up, and there was no longer any secret to hide. The divine kingdoms of the gods, the original barrier, and the guardian of dreams were all revealed before Him.

"..." Truman's lips twitched, and when he turned his head, he saw a beam of light that stretched to the heavens and the earth walking towards him.

The appearance of light and shadow startled all the true gods except for the members of the Dream Council and Medici.

He awakened many people from nightmares of thousands of years ago, when they could only look up at this light and shadow.

His mere existence brings unparalleled pressure to this world.

The towering light and shadow standing in the astral plane provided another layer of defense for the world, making the original barrier even more solid.

"Leave this to me." The light and shadow stood in the astral plane; He was the "Lord of the Astral Plane," and this barrier was also under His control.

"Okay!" Truman didn't say anything more at this moment, but withdrew his gaze and looked outside the barrier.

Is he someone who would willingly hide behind a screen and take a beating?

"Real," Truman whispered.

The Book of Dreams shone brightly at that moment, but then faded away in the next instant, leaving the entire book unremarkable.

The gods' gazes shifted between Antigonus, who had just become the "true god," and Truman.

The change just now was too fast for them to judge accurately, but it was enough to show that Antigonus's presence had indeed made Truman seem more powerful.

"Is this the meaning of the existence of the 'Dream God'?" Then they thought of Roselle, the "God of Dreams." Now the ritual of the "Supreme Dream" is half completed...

"Hmph!" Truman's eyes dimmed, and he took a step forward.

He was originally standing on the initial barrier, but this small step was a world apart.

"Face the dream!"

Truman stands in the cosmos, facing the malice of more than ten ancient beings!

(End of this chapter)