Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night

Ah... I am not just the Dream Angel, but also the Pope of Night...

Truman watched as the Creator gradually moved away from his territory and disappeared before his eyes.

After realizing that he might be influenced by that person, the Creator decided to conduct a period of self-examination and treatment.

But Truman is pessimistic about this.

This is the underlying rule of this world. If you have such a personality, you cannot get rid of pollution and put an end to madness.

Truman returned to the fairy tale castle and glanced at Amon, who was still upset and helpless. He had probably realized the mistake he had made, and was growing at a terrifying speed.

But...will this put too much pressure on a certain Mr. Fool in the future?

"Ah, it's okay, Amon is already so strong anyway." Truman decided to leave everything to Mr. "The Fool" to worry about.

After that, he wandered directly out of the Creator's Heaven, followed the secret connection and returned to the Deep Dark Heaven, where he appeared in a field of deep sleep flowers and night herbs.

A certain aura of peace calmed his agitated mood.

"Huh!" Truman was indeed a little afraid that the Creator would suddenly rise up and imprison him in the Creator's Heaven. If that were the case, he would have almost no ability to resist.

"Fortunately, the situation is not that bad yet."

According to history, that person's pollution cannot really be suppressed, and it will even take a thousand years to completely erode the current Creator, forcing Him to fake death and escape.

Contamination should be a gradual deepening process, but this period of time is long enough for Truman to make various preparations.

"You have the remnants of fear in your body. What did you encounter?" The secret angel appeared in front of Truman without any warning.

"An existence that is almost impossible to contend with." Truman revealed to the Secret Angel the strange state of the Creator today.

These things should also be made known to everyone on the Dream Parliament and make all preparations.

"..." The Hidden Angel's eyes gradually solidified, and he was shocked by the news.

"It has only been seven days. According to the creation myth, the Creator has just created this world..." The Hidden Angel sighed quietly.

"..." Truman was also stunned and helpless. The glorious era had just arrived for seven days, and now it was about to be cast into a shadow.

"How are you going to respond?" Hidden Angel asked.

"...What about you?" Truman asked, Amanysis's character was never passive.

"Kill Him." The voice of the Hidden Angel was ruthless and resolute.

Cruel enough... Truman really thought so.

"I'm going to find something. I don't have anything to defend myself. I always feel unsafe."

Truman felt like he was back to the time when he first came to this world.

At that time, he was forced by a vague sense of crisis to go out constantly and deal with the major ancient god forces, and then gradually formed the Dream Parliament.

"All the characteristics of the 'Gate' path are in you?" Truman suddenly thought that he still had a reward from the goddess.

"Here you go." The Hidden Angel waved his hand, and the "door" path characteristics with a large number of shining stardust fell into Truman's hands.

"Star Key", "Planeswalker", "Wanderer", you name it.

"Okay!" Truman took a pair of eyeballs in his hand and put the rest into the treasure house.

This pair of eyeballs seems to be made of pure starlight, containing layers of illusory light gates.

The uniqueness of the "door" approach.

"Are you going to find Antigonus next?" The Secret Angel suddenly spoke. He had already guessed what Truman was thinking.

"That's right." Truman nodded and admitted.

The Secret Angel nodded slightly, and his body turned into a shadow and was erased by the eraser.

As for Truman, he didn't waste a moment and started wandering into a no man's land.

Antigonus and his sister did not live well at all after the death of the Destruction Wolf.

Without the protection of the ancient gods, they have become walking characters. In this case, they can only hide everywhere.

Now Truman used the power of "dream" to imagine a scene where he and Antigonus met, and he came here following some kind of induction.

"Antigonus?" Truman looked at the fog of history somewhere and nodded lightly.

"Dream!" The figure of a demon wolf flashed away in the fog of history. It was very alert and ran away immediately, not wanting to meet Truman at all.

He was hiding everywhere, but he also knew the Creator's church, and he would definitely be able to see the light and shadow that penetrated the heaven and earth seven days ago, and Meng was that angel.

These are the greatest sources of danger in the eyes of Antigonus today.

"Okay, stop, I don't mean any harm." Now almost every word of Truman has come true.

Antigonus fell almost helplessly from the mists of history.

"Are you going to kill me? Take away my characteristics?" Antigonus looked at Truman indifferently, as if death was not something worth caring about to him.

"I told you that I'm not here to kill you. I look down on your 'miracle master' characteristics." Truman was helpless.

"Are you here for my father's 'relic'?" Antigonus even directly took out the characteristics and uniqueness of the "Servant of Secrets" and placed them in front of Truman.

"Well... I can't say you're wrong." Truman did come here for the sake of uniqueness.

"I will give you all the magic potion formulas of the 'Fool' path in exchange for uniqueness." Truman thought for a while, and then said again.

"I will give you another place to live. With my protection, no angels or true gods will come to trouble you."

Antigonus's wolf eyes widened instantly. This was a condition he had never thought of!

"The other wolf also comes out." Under the influence of fantasy power, another demon wolf also walked out of the secret.

"I'll take you to that sanctuary." This sanctuary will naturally be the future home of these two demonic wolves.

The current mountain range is still no man's land and has no name, which is very suitable for these two magic wolves.

He took the two magic wolves and wandered directly to an ancient forest, imagined a stone tablet, and directly wrote the word "Honakis" using dreamy phosphorescence as the ink.

"Okay, this will be your home from now on. Angels will feel my breath when they come near this place and will not force you."

"If there is really a blind person, you can go to the Creator or my church and pray, and I will catch the angel who caused the trouble and beat him!"

For Truman now, protecting the two demon wolves is simply a piece of cake.

This is the age of the Creator, and he has clearly become the dream angel acting on behalf of the Creator’s authority.

His deterrence might be stronger than that of the Demon Wolf of Destruction.

In this era, how good would it be if there was no danger from "God"?

Truman sighed lightly. He couldn't stop this matter. At most, he could help at a certain key point, such as kicking away three angels...