Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 62 The Ancient Sun God at His Peak

"Is this the historical trend you've dictated?!"

Gohsham's voice was filled with resentment towards his fate.

"...Yes." Truman was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.

boom!

A scattered bolt of lightning exploded in the real world; this was the leakage of power from the battlefield of gods.

The Elf King is making a final desperate attempt; He has conceptualized His true form, becoming a storm and an ocean.

"God said, 'Chaos!'"

The gentle voice of the ancient sun god sounded particularly cold at this moment.

This single sentence contained far too much powerful authority, which greatly affected the Elf King's state, causing him to retreat from his conceptual state and become mentally chaotic.

"God said, 'Come back.'"

Another divine decree echoed across the astral plane, blurring even the Elf King's own existence. The Sequence One characteristic and uniqueness of the "Tyrant" within his body began to tear apart from the Elf King himself under a strong urge to merge.

What is separated will inevitably come together; this is the fundamental law of this world. The ancient sun god revealed this law and strengthened it to the point that it could affect the ancient gods.

"Roar!" The Elf King resisted by using the authority of the non-adjacent pathways within his body, and his own ancient god status was also forcibly condensing the characteristics within his body.

But everyone knew that the Elf King's defeat was only a matter of time.

"Roar!" Truman was startled, his mind momentarily shaken.

Not only him, but the entire collective unconscious sea was trembling, with a colossal creature swimming within it, peering at the ancient sun god in the astral plane.

"It's the Imaginary Dragon!" A glimmer of light appeared in Goshinam's eyes, as if he had seen a glimmer of hope.

"That's not all." Truman sensed even more. He turned his head and saw doors that seemed both illusory and real appearing outside the area illuminated by the sunlight.

Behind each of these doors, a pair of bronze eyes coldly observe everything, while pale flames, representing death, burn fiercely within.

The progenitor of the phoenix has also arrived.

The Giant King Ormir once had a tacit understanding with the ancient sun god that he would be responsible for restraining the dragon and the phoenix, but now it seems he has broken his promise.

But who cares about the giants' promises?

If the ancient sun god continues to hold back and only defeats the elf king with a "slight" advantage, the giant king would be happy to cooperate with the ancient sun god.

However, the ancient sun god at his peak has instilled fear in all the ancient gods.

This is the one that truly disrupted the balance of power among the ancient gods.

"There's no chance." Truman glanced at the approaching dusk and twilight, and shook his head slightly.

Even if all the ancient gods came, the ancient sun god would still be the victor.

"Roar!" "Screech!"

The Phoenix and the Imaginary Dragon attacked the ancient sun god's true form simultaneously.

The portal manifested directly behind the ancient sun god, and the river of death even threatened to defile the sun's purity.

But the ancient sun god didn't even glance at it.

However, a line of text had quietly appeared on the brass book.

"Teleportation is prohibited here!"

The portal collapsed instantly, and the phoenix's attack was also cut off.

boom!

Suddenly, a massive wave surged from the chaotic sea beneath the feet of the ancient sun god, sweeping towards the imaginary dragon that had also made its move.

His authority over "daydreams" seems to be unusable.

The Imaginary Dragon was even more pathetic than the Phoenix, with all its abilities suppressed by the Chaos Sea, its situation even similar to that of the Elf King who was on the verge of collapse.

A single scroll of civilization was enough to completely immobilize Him.

"Death!" The phoenix struck again, the power of death invading, a cloud made of bones, a dark aura spreading out, even the sunlight itself was dying!

But at the same time, the twisted lines on the Black Emperor's crown swayed slightly, and the objects of these death effects were distorted, turning into the Elf King on the verge of collapse.

"Olmir!" Even the phoenix Greta couldn't help but call out the name of her mortal enemy.

With the Imaginary Dragon suppressed by the Chaos Sea, even the power of an ancient god alone could not shake the sun god's towering beam of light.

laugh!

As dusk truly encroached upon the sun's domain, a beam of red light even sliced ​​through the space imprisoned by the brass book.

The greatsword in the hand of the giant king Ormir was strange and appeared extremely heavy. This was not an illusion; it was the sacrificial weapon of the entire giant race.

The giant race has become an "army," and their power is now concentrated on this great sword.

"Screech!" The phoenix returned with a vengeance, and a magnificent city appeared and disappeared in the depths of the spirit world—the underworld.

Deep within the underworld lies a flowing, illusory, colorless, dark river.

The river was so indistinct that it was just a blurry outline, surrounded by a thin, grayish-white mist that acted as a barrier.

A stream of river water, carried by the phoenix, was poured into the realm of the sun.

Still carrying out the final harvest, it sensed the connection with the ancient sun god and looked towards the dark river within the gate.

The chaotic sea reacted abnormally, the churning waters seeming to rush towards the river projection behind the door.

"clang!"

The enormous clock, representing "error," suddenly began to spin, drawing the grayish-white mist and once again imprisoning the dark river water!

The ancient sun god influenced the seal formed by the gray mist through his "erroneous" authority!

The dark river was momentarily confined, and then the enormous light and shadow representing the ancient sun god finally moved.

The chaotic sea beneath his feet suddenly surged with terrifying waves, and the various uniquenesses controlled by the shadows were conceptualized, with the power of various authorities permeating the entire astral plane.

The Imaginary Dragon is about to be submerged by the chaotic sea, while the giant and the phoenix are blocked by various authorities.

"Sleep forever."

A soft sigh from the Creator echoed to every corner of the world.

All living beings that heard the sighs couldn't help but look up at the starry sky, sensing that something was about to happen.

The towering figure, seemingly supporting the heavens and earth, raised its hand and pressed down lightly, landing on the Elf King's head.

Time seemed to stand still in that instant, leaving only a pure and dazzling light.

The Queen of Calamities' hopes were utterly dashed, her face turning sorrowful, foreseeing the inevitable end.

He was wise enough to know that this day of defeat was inevitable, and although He had tried to stop it, He could not change the final outcome.

"Are you going to attack the Elven race?" The Queen of Calamity's expression turned cold and arrogant again as she looked at the bewildered and fearful Elven people behind her.

They are not able to accept the collapse of their faith in a short period of time.

"The Elf race will not be wiped out." Truman shook his head slightly.

The race of the ancient gods was not their primary target, except, of course, the demons!

"Thank you." Gohshinam nodded gently, his expression softening considerably.

With a wave of his hand, He swept up the army of elves and flung them into the elven territory, while He himself flew towards the elven king's divine kingdom, returning to the king's palace.

(End of this chapter)