Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 72 Underworld

The intense cohesive force caused the Imaginary Dragon's body to feel a strong tearing sensation, and both of its main bodies had the illusion that they were being completely torn apart and devoured by the Chaos Sea.

Gathering is instinct, and as He said, He is irresistible to the Imaginary Dragon.

The power of aggregation has even begun to tear apart the characteristics within His body, rushing towards the ancient sun god!

This was even worse than the Imaginary Dragon's initial assessment; it had absolutely no ability to resist the complete ancient sun god.

"Many things were destined long ago." Truman looked at the imaginary dragon that was completely trapped in the chaotic sea and shook his head slightly.

The ancient sun god could have killed the Elf King and the Imaginary Dragon at the same time, but in the end, he spent a lot of effort leading to the current situation.

The biggest reason is not the power of the Imaginary Dragon itself, nor even the worry that other ancient gods might cause destruction, but rather the "Primordial God" himself.

He is the closest God to Him and knows best how great the power of the "Original God" is.

This is also a kind of information gap, which led all the ancient gods to fall into the scheme of the ancient sun god.

The ancient sun god simply didn't want to face a truly insane, delusional dragon that had awakened the will of the "Primordial God."

After all, such a situation is too dangerous, and could very well lead to the awakening of the "original God" in Him.

Therefore, He needs to give the imaginary dragon some hope, luring Him into the blow of illusion.

Everything seems perfect now.

The ancient sun god gently raised his hands and slowly pressed them down.

The entire chaotic sea surged violently, and at the same time, the power of the three paths that had been controlled by the ancient sun god also entered the chaotic sea.

Splash!

Truman immediately moved away from the surging chaotic sea.

The Chaos Sea is now excessively active, with all the formless and intangible seawater gushing out from the earth and arriving in this illusory world.

It was as if the ebb and flow of the real ocean had made even the chaotic sea realize that it was time for "revival".

"Roar!" The Imaginary Dragon struggled frantically, but all its efforts were in vain. It sank deeper and deeper into the chaotic sea and could no longer break free.

Truman, not wanting to witness the ancient god's final struggle, leaped directly onto the City of Miracles.

"boom!"

The City of Miracles is already collapsing.

Without the "imaginary" authority of the Imaginary Dragon, the City of Miracles could not sustain itself and was fading away, eventually returning to its original state.

"Dream!" Truman directly pulled all the dragons into the dream. Most of them would be kept in the Creator's Heaven, either as special characteristics or as "protected animals".

But Truman also spared one very special dragon.

That is the "Dragon of Wisdom," Herabergen.

"He is an undercover agent." Sasriel switched places with his original body, thus escaping the battle with the Imaginary Dragon. He appeared beside Truman, watching over the fallen city of miracles.

The prophecy of the ancient sun god has come true; today is the day the City of Miracles falls.

"Your Excellency Dark Angel, Your Excellency Dream Angel." The enormous dragon head of the Dragon of Wisdom looked at Sasriel and Truman, and its body gradually changed, transforming into a normal human.

His outward appearance is that of an old man with white hair and beard, and his eyes are particularly special. His pupils are brass-colored and shimmer with a faint light, as if they can see through all of a person's secrets.

He is a "Cherubim".

"Hello, Herabogen." Truman nodded in a friendly manner; this was yet another colleague he would have for the next thousand years.

Moreover, this colleague is extremely good at choosing sides, and can be called a "two-five dragon". This title sounds very promising, and he is the most suitable person to make a name for himself in the mysterious world.

"You've done a great job." Sasriel looked at Helabogen and nodded in satisfaction.

"Everything is under the protection of the Lord, and I have only spoken what I have seen." If any one of these aspects were missing, Herabergan would not have been able to utter those words before the Imaginary Dragon, and would have been cruelly killed by the Imaginary Dragon.

"You are redeemed through repentance, and sanctified through redemption, just as those who eat the fruit of sin and fall to the earth"—Saslir uttered this statement in an ode.

The next instant, it seemed as if drops of chaotic, blue seawater emerged from the ground and fell onto Heraborgen.

This is a blessing from the chaotic sea, similar to that bestowed upon Medici and others.

"From this day forward, you are an Archangel under my Lord!"

"May your wisdom forever illuminate the believers of my Lord."

"Thanks be to the Lord!" Hrabergen knelt on one knee and bowed his head to Saslir in submission.

This will be another classic moment recorded in history.

"The giants should be arriving soon too. Will you make it in time?" Truman asked Sasriel after settling the City of Miracles in the Creator's Kingdom.

"I'm not in a hurry. I've only obtained the traits yet, and haven't actually fused with them," Sasriel replied. "You can summon me anytime."

The "I" here refers to the ancient sun god.

"Okay!" Truman nodded gently; he couldn't rest yet.

When a plan reaches its climax, it will inevitably come like a sudden storm, and this trend will not stop until all the plans are put into practice.

Truman didn't say much, but instead wandered directly into the depths of the spirit world. He was still very busy, as he was needed to coordinate various plans.

He arrived in the spirit realm and, without even searching, witnessed two ancient gods locked in a fierce battle in the underworld.

The Phoenix held an absolute advantage, but ultimately lost the initiative. The rules of the underworld were broken, and it was invaded by the Twilight of the Giant King's Court. Now, it will be a long time before the outcome can be determined between the Phoenix and the Giant King, who is at his peak.

The battle between the giants and the undead has reached a fever pitch, with large-scale casualties beginning to occur.

These were not things Truman cared about. He avoided the center of the battlefield and stood on the land of the underworld, where he could feel a dangerous aura beneath his feet.

"The River of Eternal Darkness..."

Truman raised an eyebrow. The Source was still quite intimidating to him, and the River of Eternal Darkness had the property of "sleep".

It seems as if this exists specifically to target him.

"You've come..." A faint voice reached Truman's ears; it was Amanisis.

The hidden forces are linked to Truman's identity as the Pope of the Night through occult principles.

"I need you to take me underground." Amanisis's words surprised Truman.

"You should know what's down there. It's extremely dangerous for someone of your current status to get close," Truman warned.

"That's why I need you, my Pope..." a faint voice reminded Truman.

The believers of the Dark City have not seen their Pope for nearly a hundred years!

"Uh..." Truman knew he was in the wrong, and after weighing the options, he realized that while entering the actual river directly would be risky, it was still acceptable.

"Okay." Truman arrived beside Amanisis under the covert guidance, her faint figure emerging from the air.

(End of this chapter)