Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night

Fantasy!

Born out of the dream ability of the audience and the night path, the core has become the shape of a dream book.

Little bits of dreamy phosphorescence scattered in the sky full of thunder and fire, gradually seeping into Badheir's body.

Silently, many things have changed.

"Cut!" The sword light was like dusk, contaminating the historical projections of the three angels.

This caused the bodies of the angelic mythical creatures to age rapidly, and their skin was soon covered with wrinkles, age spots appeared, and putrid fluids were left behind.

Bo!

The historical projections are melting and evaporating completely.

Did the three major historical projections dissipate so simply?

"You're going to die too!" The giant roared and flashed in front of Truman, but the torrent of information was scattered in the evening. Truman quickly regrouped, an inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he stretched out his hand.

A half-human, half-demon wolf figure wearing a dark robe and holding a black scythe appeared next to Truman.

The figure was just a glance, and the orange-red dusk light seemed to turn into sketch lines, which were eventually erased by an eraser.

secret!

"Amanisis!" Badheir roared angrily, and his indomitable momentum suddenly stagnated.

Just like the giant king Ormir is always looking to eat the demon wolf, he is also thinking about eating the descendants of the demon wolf, especially the goddess of misfortune Amanisis!

It's just that Amanissis is too strong. In one of their battles, he was almost killed by the demon wolf as if he were prey!

"The most invincible enemy in Badheir's heart is actually the goddess?" Truman, who was in "Dream", was shocked, and then laughed, "This is so reasonable."

The Giant King and the Demon Wolf of Destruction are always trying to devour each other. Over the long years, the two sides have fought countless times, and the goddess will naturally fight Badheir.

The results can be imagined.

And the moment the dreamy phosphorescence penetrated Badheir's body, there was no suspense in this battle.

Everything after that was a dream that Truman weaved for him. Killing the three archangels' historical projections with one sword inflated Badheir's self-confidence to an unimaginable level, and then revealed the most invincible person in his heart.

The two extreme emotional states allowed Badheir to leak greater mental holes, and he had successfully allowed dreamy phosphorescence to penetrate into the island of his consciousness.

What was a little surprising was that the dream projection he pulled out turned out to be a goddess. Truman thought he would pull out an ancient god or something.

The phantom of the goddess raised her eyes to look at Badheir and took the initiative to attack. Two of her hands gently clasped together. At this moment, Badheir's entire body was quickly erased by the eraser.

At the same moment, a misty mist rose from the goddess's hand, with a giant's roar inside, and orange-red light boiling!

"You are too weak." The phantom of the goddess said under Truman's control. The fierce confrontation seemed to be silent for a moment, and then continued in a more terrifying way!

"As long as your father God exists, you will never be able to defeat me." The goddess's voice was still cold and indifferent, and the dark scythe in her hand turned into a black mist and penetrated into the misty mist.

The fog suddenly expanded, contracted again, and was tainted with the breath of death.

"Roar!" The giant roar sounded in the fog. At first glance, it sounded a bit... aggrieved?

Seeing that everything was ready, Truman's emotions were already intense enough, so he planted a psychological hint in Badheir's heart, which was a place name.

He will not be aware of the existence of psychological suggestions, but will naturally have a desire to explore after coming into contact with relevant things.

Moreover, no one except Truman himself can investigate the matter of dreamy phosphorescence.

"It's almost time." Truman quietly ended the maintenance of the "dream" and everything returned to the original state.

Roar!

Badheir roared violently and chose to escape. The dusk light acted on himself, and his body began to rot and turned into a puddle of pus.

And his true body was reborn in the spiritual world!

"Want to leave?" Truman raised his head. The planeswalker's space control directly blocked all of Badheir's escape routes. One after another, visible and invisible doors, wrapped Badheier in the center.

The tall giant looked like a bug in amber at this moment.

"You..." Badheir's one eye was bloodshot, and he was on the verge of going crazy.

Wow!

It was at this moment that countless flowers, trees and other plants bloomed in the spiritual world, actually penetrating the space barrier!

Clumps of wheat and flowers bloomed in the bizarre spiritual world. They overlapped and intertwined with each other to form a huge coffin, wrapping Badheir inside.

Truman had no expression on his face, and with a flick of his fingers, the space shattered, and the coffin made of plants was cut into countless pieces. But at this time, a tall and plump man wearing wooden armor, a war skirt, and holding a wooden staff appeared in his hand. The figure appears in reality.

This giantess wears a long skirt under a leather armor and has long dark brown hair, with several golden ears of wheat and bright mushrooms hanging on it.

The wooden staff was raised and pointed at Truman from a distance.

At this moment, Truman even had the illusion that his vitality had disappeared and he was about to die.

But he responded quickly enough, transforming into a disorderly information flow, no longer bound by the influence of life force.

Countless plants rose up in the void, and several python-like vines emerged from them, trying to pierce Truman.

It’s just that Truman has turned into a torrent of information and completely ignored all these attacks.

"Alas!" Truman suddenly heard a sigh, and the sage's prophetic intuition told him that he should stop!

He followed his heart's choice and immediately let go, letting the plump figure carry Badheir's coffin through the spiritual world and away from this place.

"Twilight..." Truman shook his head. If he hadn't let go at that moment, he would have attracted the attention of Giant King Ormir.

Now the ancient gods are confronting each other, and whoever strikes first may suffer a loss. However, the goddess of harvest who has been fighting for a long time and the god of dawn who is about to go crazy will definitely attract the attention of the giant king at all costs.

"Perfect!" Truman smiled softly as he watched the two slave gods completely disappear into the spiritual world.

"Just wait for the right time." Truman opened the book of dreams and wrote many "reasonable" developments on it.

"I'm really becoming more and more like a writer..." Truman sighed, and then felt the strange gaze from Medici opposite him.

"What's wrong?" Truman asked in confusion. Medici shook his head and said nothing.

He saw the whole process of Truman suppressing Badheier and beating him violently. Although the power of the ancient scholar disgusted him, this battle could be said to fully demonstrate Truman's strong fighting power.

"I don't know whether it's good or bad to have such an angel companion..." Medici answered this question, then shook his head slightly and led his legion back into the battle.