Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 567 The Complete Dream Council

After sorting out his own gains and integrating the "cause and effect," Truman suddenly remembered something.

He turned to the first page of the "Book of Dreams," reminding the members to prepare for the meeting. Incidentally, Truman also invited the last member.

Beneath the starry sky, in the Dreamland, several true gods belonging to the Dream Council appeared one after another, and then Truman also entered.

At that moment, everyone looked at the high-backed chair that had been empty for thousands of years.

Dressed in an all-black suit and wearing a top silk hat, Klein slowly appeared on the high-backed chair, staring in astonishment at everything before him.

"Here..." Klein even felt a peace he hadn't felt since becoming an angel.

"Welcome to 'Dreamland,' you are the fourth guest here." Truman looked at Klein with a light smile and congratulated him.

"As you can see, I am the 'pillar of strength' in everyone's tug-of-war competition here."

"Tug-of-war," "stabilizing force"... Klein instantly understood Truman's meaning.

"No wonder your secret gatherings have remained completely hidden for thousands of years."

Friendship is secondary; what matters most is self-interest!

In a world where the underlying rules are chaos and madness, who wouldn't want such a "stabilizing force"? Who could experience it and then give it up?!

"Now you're one of us too." Truman pointed to the "mysterious" symbol on the high-backed chair behind Klein.

"...Will the winner sit here?" Klein nodded slightly.

"Welcome." The other three nodded to Klein in a friendly manner.

"Hello." Klein felt a tremor in his heart as he looked at Sasriel, Amanisis, and Lilith.

Although I had expected it, only by sitting here can I truly feel the awe.

"Alright, everyone knows each other, so I don't need to introduce you. Let me talk about some of the things I gained from this trip." Seeing that the atmosphere was quite good, Truman brought up this topic directly.

"..." Klein suddenly felt the emotions of the "Hanged Man" in his Tarot Club, with all sorts of speculations and shocks.

"There are at least ten Outer Gods, that's what I sensed, and some of them have attacked me before." Truman's expression turned serious.

This number made Klein's heart skip a beat again.

"The most powerful of them is the 'Fallen Mother Goddess,' who, although no longer a 'pillar' in status, can still wield its symbol."

"Given our current strength, we are destined to lose when the apocalypse comes."

"Aren't the three of you enough?" Klein glanced at the others and cautiously asked.

"None of the three of us are in a fully functional state, and that's the most fatal thing," Truman said, shaking his head slightly.

"Unlike me, although you two are both 'pillars,' your opponents are not only those outside the barrier but also those inside your bodies."

"Assuming you suppress your predecessor and maintain your rationality, the combat power you can currently unleash is probably only at the level of the current 'Fallen Mother Goddess'."

"So how many do you guys think you can take on?"

"One is fine, two are stressful, and three might get you bogged down."

"Of course, if any of you are going crazy, you can ignore what I'm saying."

Truman, having actually fought against those Outer Gods, is the one most qualified to speak on this matter.

"The current situation is that the Outer Gods are likely to cooperate to some extent, eliminating us first and then seizing the Source Essence."

Klein's expression stiffened as he recalled the Outer Gods who had fled at faster-than-light speed because of him.

If he were to enter the starry sky in his current state, he might face more than just three Outer Gods...

"So we need Source Matter," Amanisis said softly, looking at Klein.

"The Western Continent?" Klein realized instantly.

"Now, I should be able to make an opening..." Klein said after thinking for a moment.

Thanks to Truman's "stabilizing force," he is currently in good condition and can use the "Source Castle" to "open the door" to the seal.

"I can go." Truman quickly raised his hand, indicating that he was good at fighting.

"You're going?" Sasriel glanced at Truman. "Well, there's no one else to choose from."

Both Klein and Him need time to balance their inner will and integrate with their selves, while the other two may not be of much use in the past.

"Then it's your choice, but you need to bring me the 'Mother Nest'," Lilith said.

"Sure, we can even bring over the 'River of Eternal Darkness' while we're at it." Truman glanced at Amanisis.

"Yes." Amanisis nodded gently.

Very good, all members of the Dream Council have reached a consensus.

"Okay, I'll take you there sometime."

"Hmm...you should also notify the other potential true gods to prepare," Truman added after a moment's thought.

"it is good."

"Then I have one last thing, what about Bethel?" Truman looked at Klein.

"He's in my spirit, helping me with this tug-of-war." Klein had nothing to be reluctant about; if he could, he wouldn't even want Bethel to participate in this tug-of-war.

"Then get ready." Truman stood up and walked towards Klein.

Klein's body stiffened. He took a deep breath, relaxed, and suppressed the will of the "Lord of Mysteries" within him.

With a "stabilizing force" in place, Bethel's effectiveness in this tug-of-war was rather limited.

"Bear with it!" Under the somewhat cautious gazes of the other three, Truman reached out and aimed directly at Klein's head.

This could easily ignite a battle between two "old ones".

As Truman's hand approached Klein's head, it suddenly became ethereal and entered the realm of the mind.

At the same time, Klein's "forehead" opened.

Could this be considered a craniotomy in a mystical sense?

Inside Klein's cracked head was a chaotic gray mist, a manifestation of Klein's sea of ​​consciousness.

Within that chaotic fog, there seemed to be a strange balance; Klein's consciousness had essentially reached equilibrium with the "Lord of Mysteries."

"Bethel," Truman called softly.

After his voice rang out, a faint starlight suddenly appeared in the chaotic gray fog.

Truman's eyes lit up, and he decisively reached out to scoop up the cluster of starlight.

The Lord of Mysteries did not stop him, and Klein also restrained his instincts.

"Come out," Dream said.

hum!

Truman abruptly withdrew his hand, clutching the ball of starlight.

The starlight expanded instantly after leaving the gray mist, forming a human-shaped silhouette.

Klein closed his "forehead," reached out and pulled out two "Star Keys" whose properties came from the "Source Castle," merging into the starlight.

"You're being too reckless." Truman's face hardened, but his hands moved quickly as he stuffed a ball of light into Bethel's gradually solidifying body.

(End of this chapter)