Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 60 Dream Body

"Dream!" Ghosnam stood in the storm, sensing Truman's arrival, his face showing apprehension.

He has not forgotten the painful feeling of being defeated by a dream.

"I have brought the Lord's oracle." Truman ignored Goshinam and read the oracle aloud.

Pure and brilliant sunlight emerged from the void, and the light and shadow of the creator condensed behind Truman, illuminating the entire battlefield.

All the Creator's believers on the battlefield were blessed by the light, becoming stronger and more courageous.

"The elven kingdom, in the end, returned to dust."

Upon hearing this, all the elves' expressions changed drastically.

"Blasphemer!" Goshinam pointed, and a storm of rolling lightning descended, striking Truman.

"The Creator will eventually reclaim all authority and ascend to the highest place once more; elves and dragons are but false gods!"

Truman even shouted it out loud, letting his voice carry across the battlefield.

An eerie silence fell over the entire battlefield.

This is absolutely blasphemy!

Elves and dragons are real ancient gods, and the authority they wield is a symbol of divinity.

Then...who dares to blaspheme?

Never!

Truman became the first person to claim the concept of a "false god".

"Wow, that's incredible!" Even Medici was stunned.

This is an absolute provocation, offending two ancient god races with a single sentence, the kind that will never end!

Even He, the natural "provocative one," is ashamed of himself.

Even within the Creator's Kingdom, no one has ever referred to the Elf King and the Imaginary Dragon as "false gods," acknowledged their status as ancient gods, or called this war a "holy war."

This war is also a divine war waged by the awakened Creator to reclaim his own authority.

Now, Truman's "blasphemous" act has even frightened his own people.

The next moment, the elves rioted.

"Blabulator! Die!" A furious roar echoed from among the elves.

"blasphemer! die!"

"..."

A group of elves skilled in singing roared the same sentence in a furious voice, creating a terrifying sound wave.

"Great Elf King, punish this blasphemer!"

All the elves were praying, and the Elf King's gaze had undoubtedly been fixed on this battlefield long ago!

Goshinam's face was ashen. He could even imagine how furious the Elf King in the Elf Palace must be, so much so that he had not yet brought down divine punishment.

"What is he doing?!" A sense of horror washed over Goshinam.

"What is he doing?!" Even Sasriel, far away in the realm of the Creator God, widened his eyes in surprise.

This direct provocation of the ancient gods is tantamount to suicide!

"Save him!" Sasriel shouted, disregarding everything else.

His address was naturally to the ancient sun god, for only this being could save people from the Elf King's clutches.

"No need, this is his choice." The ancient sun god remained calm, holding the blasphemous stone tablet, already prepared for divine war.

"The Book of Dreams." The ancient sun god looked at the battlefield, his clear eyes reflecting the destructive lightning.

Rumble!

A terrifying bolt of lightning, seemingly capable of shattering the entire continent, descended from the sky. Perhaps even the Elf King was stunned by Truman's arrogance, causing him to be a beat slow in delivering divine punishment.

However, the Elf King's attack in his rage was still unpredictable, and the ability to destroy the continent was not merely a figure of speech.

A god-level "lightning storm"!

The violent and destructive aura annihilated all matter and struck the Dream Angel fiercely.

Countless people looked up, their eyes filled with a blinding white light, terrified by the thunder that filled the sky.

Medici, Ullolius, and other angels prayed incessantly, hoping that the ancient sun god would intervene to save Truman, but it was too late; the violent lightning engulfed Truman's body!

The scene Truman predicted came to pass: lightning pierced through him.

He took control of everything, rather than letting fate push him to this point.

"This is the power of the ancient gods..." Truman watched helplessly as the most violent lightning struck him.

His body trembled with fear. In fact, his body was very weak. He couldn't drink magic potions, nor had he been modified by the Dream Phosphorescence. He was just an ordinary human. Under such divine punishment, fear was normal.

Truman's spirit was indeed excited, driving the entire book of dreams forward.

Dreamlike phosphorescent light sprinkled down, completely enveloping his body, making him glow, pure and radiant.

His eyes reflected the stars, clear as the sky, and an entire dreamlike paradise appeared in his vision.

At this moment, his figure became an illusion, and a dreamlike sea emerged behind him.

Countless dreamy bubbles rise and fall in the sea, representing the most beautiful expectations and the most fantastical imaginations in the hearts of countless people.

In that terrifying lightning storm, Truman transformed into a dream.

At this moment, his understanding of the Book of Dreams reached a whole new level; he could transform into a dreamlike phosphorescence, hidden within the dreamlike ideals of countless people.

This is a concept of immortality.

Lightning storms can destroy continents, but they can never destroy the human heart's yearning and imagination for beauty and dreams.

The lightning obliterated everything, and Truman emerged anew from the blazing white light, as if reborn.

"Congratulations, Dream." A gentle, mellow congratulatory voice echoed in his ears as the gaze of the ancient sun god fell upon Truman's dreamlike body.

"Something's weird..." Behind Truman, the dreamlike sea was filled with all sorts of pure and dazzling dreamlike bubbles, with dreamlike phosphorescence scattering down, which would be the most beautiful sight in the world.

He had these dreamy bubbles, but something even stranger happened.

Truman's body began to undergo various mutations. His body became as strong as a dragon and covered in dragon scales. His ears began to grow quietly, like those of an elf, and his eyes turned into the blood red unique to vampires...

But these things are no longer static; he even developed physical characteristics of a demon or a wolf.

stop!

Truman said to himself, suppressing the dreamlike phosphorescence that was bursting forth from his wild thoughts.

"I can also have a mythical creature form..." Truman defined his dreamlike body as a mythical creature form.

This was the result of his in-depth development of the Book of Dreams. A massive amount of dream phosphorescence filled his body, causing a mutation that resulted in the creation of the Dream Body.

Once all the alienation is over, his true mythical creature form will be revealed to the world.

He still appeared human, but the space behind him seemed to have melted, solidifying into a dreamlike "jelly" filled with countless dreamlike bubbles.

With a "pop," the "jelly" began to transform, and one after another, dreamy tentacles stretched out. The tentacles were based on the starry sky, with dazzling starlight twinkling, and at the top were one dreamy bubble after another.

This form doesn't look sinister; on the contrary, it evokes a sense of intimacy, reflecting humanity's yearning for a beautiful and natural world.

(End of this chapter)