Sweet Dream

"Lilith?! What an idiot!" Giant King Almir's voice was like a thunderclap, shaking the very palace of the Giant King's Court.

"This time, I will kill the Demon Wolf and Lilith together!"

Almir's single eye burned with the mad, tyrannical Light of Twilight; the void, life, and even gods would wither within this twilight.

He had once forged an alliance with Lilith and the Elf King to resist Ancient Gods like the Dragon and the Demon Wolf, but could even the best ally compare to his Queen?

Killing Lilith would allow the Giant Queen Omebella to attempt to devour her!

"After consuming the Demon Wolf, the dragons, elves, and Alien Species will all have to submit to me! I'll find an opportunity to eat that bird later!" Almir's vision was grand enough.

It was just that he seemed to have gone too mad; the Giant King's Subordinate Gods were in a much better state.

The God of Dawn Badheil, the Goddess of Harvest Omebella, and the God of Honor Budral—these three giants were not of the first generation, so their characteristics were relatively pure, allowing them to maintain their own clarity.

"Father God, the Golden City is under attack!" Badheil reported in a muffled voice.

"Go and deal with them!" Almir needed to keep a close eye on that Demon Wolf and plot against Lilith; his intelligence was nearly exhausted, so he directly ordered Badheil to go and suppress the attack.

"Yes!" Badheil held a two-handed greatsword, strode out of the Giant King's Court, and led a powerful team of giants toward the Golden City.

"You became an Angel of Dreams under the Lord?" Medici's expression was exceptionally colorful.

His loyalty to the Ancient Sun God was beyond doubt; this was something He had verified with His own life in later ages.

But this Angel of Dreams had appeared far too bizarrely...

Medici shook his head; under other circumstances, he would certainly have mocked him, but now it was a time of war, and he directed his hostility outward, not inward.

Soon, Truman and Medici arrived outside the Golden Kingdom.

They were already very close to the Giant King's Court, guarded by the Giant Race, and from time to time, subordinates of other Ancient Gods approached this area.

Medici had come here to intercept the subordinates of other Ancient Gods, stirring the situation into even greater chaos.

"They're here! A lone dragon!" Medici's eyes lit up, and the legion behind him moved as well, an invisible power blessing Medici's body.

Medici was now a Sequence 2 Weather Warlock of the Hunter Pathway, and the legion he led was the Hunter Legion, cultivated by the Kingdom of the Sun God at any cost; there were even several Saints among them!

On the mystical level, Medici had merged with the legion, his power growing crazily as he stared fixedly at the dragon descending from the sky.

The dragon roared and bellowed, its massive body, a mix of black and gold, looming in the clouds.

This dragon looked just like a giant lizard with wide, leathery wings; the smallest dragon scales on its body were the size of a human head, and its ferocious dragon head featured two dark golden eyes.

"Roar!" The dragon growled low, seemingly sensing danger and guarding against something.

"Winged bug!" Medici opened his mouth and successfully drew the dragon's hatred.

The dragon looked at Medici coldly, but the next moment it roared in anger, for a terrifying stream of information had washed everything away, and the entire world had fallen into collapse!

This was a dream!

As the dragon's eyes looked down, Medici and his legion were all pulled into the dream.

But Truman was different; he was immune to dream attacks, and the Badge of Divinity gave him absolute clarity.

He used the Robe of the Sage on his body to transform into a chaotic stream of information, directly tearing the dream apart.

"A dragon that has mixed the characteristics of a Reader and a Spectator, likely barely maintaining its consciousness under the soothing treatment of the Dragon of Imagination."

Information streams flashed through Truman's eyes as he prepared to forcibly analyze this dragon.

The dragon in reality sensed danger and flapped its wings, unleashing countless spells—gales, lightning, frost, and shadows smashed toward the legion behind Medici.

At the same time, psychic power spread; the dragon wanted to jump into the Sea of Collective Subconscious to fight!

But the hem of the Robe of the Sage on Truman's body fluttered. "Mystery Reappearance, Peach Blossom Spring!"

Peach blossoms formed entirely from information streams drifted down, making the scene look extremely beautiful, and the main characteristic of the Peach Blossom Spring was isolation!

The dragon could no longer jump into the Sea of Collective Subconscious.

The dragon's eyes and head snapped toward Truman, and a strange power surged.

For a moment, Truman felt the discomfort of having his secrets pried into.

"You want to see? Then I'll let you see!" Truman snorted coldly and directly blocked the Book of Dreams in front of him.

Roar!

The Psychic Dragon's body and spiritual sea fell into chaos, unable to control itself; it plummeted from the sky, cutting off its prying gaze.

Yet, this pathway was best at soothing the spirit; the next moment, the dragon's wings flapped again, stabilizing itself, but it dared not use that "Insight" to look at Truman again.

It was terrified beyond words; even without glimpsing the true essence, it had nearly lost control and exploded!

"Is that it!?" Medici snorted coldly, charged, and swung his greatsword. Countless cyan-white flames condensed into spears, rushing toward the dragon in a dense swarm and piercing through all its spells.

Thick lead clouds condensed abruptly. Medici swung his greatsword, turning it into sword light, and the lead clouds suddenly erupted with terrifying lightning, flames, snow, and frost!

Roar!

The dragon roared, and Medici's body stalled; it seemed a virtual personality had been generated within him, competing for control.

Immediately following was a terrifying Dragon Breath that directly engulfed Medici.

"Are you going to keep denying how stupid you are?" A grating voice rang out from the dragon's back. Sheltered by a Curtain of Shadows, Medici stepped out from the void and slashed down with his sword, unleashing a blazing torrent of lightning that slammed into the dragon's body.

Thwack!

A wing plummeted from the sky and smashed into the ground.

The dragon roared in agony, violently ramming its head against the barrier of the Peach Blossom Spring.

Insight! An ability from the Sequence 3 of the Reader Pathway, renowned for its power to perceive the rules of the world and leverage them.

The dragon seized upon a fleeting gap in the Peach Blossom Spring, intent on diving back into the Sea of Collective Subconscious.

That place was a sanctuary for angels of the Spectator Pathway; aside from angels of the same pathway, it was nearly impossible for others to drag them out.

Medici swung his sword once more, reaping the dragon's second wing.

The dragon could no longer afford to hesitate; it only cared about fleeing for its life. The precognitive abilities it possessed warned it that if it didn't leave now, it would die!

"Psychic Breath!" Truman pointed a finger, and a Psychic Dragon Breath aimed at the spirit body slammed into the dragon's head.

The Gloves of the Ancient, a "Reenactment" at the level of a Traveler, replicated the very same Psychic Breath the dragon had used against Medici just moments ago.

The dragon's already fragile psyche felt as though it were about to shatter, and it charged frantically toward the exit of the Peach Blossom Spring.

Boom!

The Peach Blossom Spring was breached, and the dragon leaped into the Sea of Collective Subconscious.

Just as the dragon prepared to use the collective subconscious to jump away, it suddenly realized it was still stuck in the same spot, its frantic eyes turning dull and vacant.

Even its "Insight" pointed toward an open book radiating Dream Phosphor.

Dreamlike power surged upon its pages, constructing a dream that was neither entirely real nor entirely false.

From the very beginning, the escape had been nothing more than a beautiful dream.