Badheil

Bang!

The earth shook violently as the dragon plummeted, dark golden blood spraying out, two drops of which landed in Truman's hands.

"Hmph!" Medici glanced at Truman; it was he who had just teleported onto the dragon's head and slashed down, directly "slaughtering" the beast.

The injuries the dragon sustained in the dream were real, representing the damage Medici had inflicted in reality.

Buzz! A curtain of shadows suddenly surged around Medici, as if seawater were pouring forth from within, stirring up all fate and concealing everything beneath it.

This thing was likely similar to the Paper Angel from the Sefirah Castle that Truman remembered, a form of protection from the Ancient Sun God.

With this, the Psychic Dragon was dead beyond any doubt.

The aura of the Chaos Sea was extreme pollution to the Dragon of Imagination; no matter how many resurrection contingencies such a Psychic Dragon had, it could not resist.

Between the "Weather Warlock" of the Hunter Pathway Sequence 2 bolstered by a legion, an over-spec Angel of Dreams, and even the aura of the Chaos Sea, the Psychic Dragon did not die in vain.

This was the current era: Ancient Gods ravaged the land, the sky, the oceans, and even the Spirit World; the lives of angels were no longer guaranteed, and they died as easily as they lived.

"Pleasure doing business." Truman chuckled, smearing the two drops of blood onto the Robe of the Sage. A stream of information surged wildly, analyzing all the Beyonder abilities contained within.

"Since your assist wasn't bad, I'll share a portion of the spoils with you!" At this moment, someone in the legion stepped forward holding a Mystical Item to accelerate the precipitation of the Beyonder characteristic.

Soon, Medici tossed over a characteristic: the Sequence 3 of the Reader Pathway, "Insightor."

"There is another Sequence 2 characteristic that needs to be taken back to Sasrir." Although Medici was clearly annoyed, he still offered an explanation.

"Understood!" Truman nodded in satisfaction. Medici's lethality was sufficiently powerful; working with him for even this short while had yielded results.

The Sequence 3 characteristic was secondary; the most important thing was that the dragon's abilities had likely all been analyzed by him, with several key powers recorded.

"This power of the dream..." Truman felt most adept with this dream ability; he had succeeded in reproducing it on the first try, even managing to deceive the Psychic Dragon itself while using it.

"It pairs perfectly with the Book of Dreams, perhaps even more powerful than the original, and the Pathway of Night also possesses the authority of dreams..."

He flipped open the Book of Dreams, the Badge of Divinity on his body gently shimmering with starlight, as he inscribed an ability called "Illusionary Dream" into the book.

"Who dares to trespass in My Golden Kingdom!" Just as Truman was studying the Illusionary Dream ability, a roar suddenly resounded through the sky, deafening and thunderous.

A giant appeared within his line of sight, clad in full silver armor that radiated a distinct light, with a cluster of Light of Dawn condensed where his eyes should have been.

"It's the God of Dawn, Badheil!" Medici and his legion immediately prepared for battle. "If we can kill him, the Giant King will surely lose his composure!"

Medici's eyes were filled with fanaticism, his battle intent burning like fire.

"Don't even think about it. This is the son of the Giant King, not the crazed dragon from just now. The Giant King's gaze could descend at any moment!" Truman's words were like cold rain, extinguishing Medici's battle intent.

This was the Golden Kingdom under the rule of the Giant King's Court; if they killed Badheil here, the Giant King Almir would surely arrive, and even the favor of the Chaos Sea could not protect Medici.

The most likely outcome would be prematurely provoking a divine war between the Ancient Sun God and the Giant King.

"Then I shall spare his life!" Medici, whose proud head would never bow, was about to lead his legion in a retreat rather than clash head-on with the God of Dawn.

"You're not leaving? Do you want to throw your life away?" Medici glanced at Truman; although he intended to pull his temporary comrade along, he still wore an insufferable expression.

"I came here specifically for him; why would I leave?" Truman cast a sidelong glance at Medici and looked toward the Twilight Giant still in the distance.

His warrior intuition had sensed the two angels hiding, and he was observing them with great caution.

Medici raised a hand, manipulating the surrounding weather; thick fog suddenly rose, possessing the effect of suppressing the enemy's perception.

"Warrior Pathway Sequence 2 Glory-Seeker, the strongest in single-target frontal combat?" Truman narrowed his eyes, contemplating everything related to the Warrior Pathway, concluding that its prowess in frontal combat had been tested by countless battles in later generations.

"Him? The strongest? Did you ask me first?" Medici huffed twice; the Angel of War bolstered by a legion was the true strongest!

"Then go and have a fight with him." Truman glanced at Medici, egging him on.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Medici looked at Truman with the same expression one might use for Leodero; for a fleeting moment, Truman truly wanted to slap him across the face.

The mockery was simply off the charts.

"Cough, cough!" Truman refocused his attention on Badheil, but at that very moment, the giant in the mist suddenly looked directly at where Truman and Medici were hiding!

"Warrior's intuition..." This combat instinct was terrifying, completely unreasonable.

The very moment the giant discovered them, a greatsword condensed from orange-red light of twilight pierced through the void, and the giant leaped directly in front of Truman and Medici!

Clang!

The Angel of War charged out, also wielding a greatsword, his body growing to three or four meters in height as his skin turned to steel, transforming him into a steel giant.

The swords in the hands of the two giants collided violently, flames of various colors rising while the orange-red light of twilight spread.

"Your styles don't match this scene at all!" Truman couldn't help but complain as he watched the two giants hacking at each other with swords.

It was truly jarring that such a bizarre and insane world still relied on traditional melee combat.

Truman flipped to a page in the Book of Dreams, the "Illusionary Dream" symbol shining as an invisible force permeated the area.

The Gloves of the Ancient shimmered slightly, and the Robe of the Sage on his body also pulsed with phosphorescence; at this moment, Truman seemed to transform into the Psychic Dragon, roaring out a Psychic Breath!

This was an Angel-level attack!

At the same time, Truman hurled countless "Madness," "Mind Deprivation," and "Psychic Storm" effects at Badheil, all derived from the Psychic Dragon he had just defeated.

The angel's blood allowed him to analyze many Beyonder abilities, which he controlled through the information-processing capabilities of the Robe of the Sage, while the Traveler characteristic also contained the power of "reproduction."

"Urgh... ah..." In that instant, the cyclopean giant's body stiffened to a certain degree, his spirit suffering no small impact.

"Get lost!" Badheil roared, a burst of orange-red light of twilight erupting from his body. Everything the light touched began to decay and age; even Medici's expression turned grave, not daring to take the blow head-on.

"Die!" This time, Badheil leaped directly in front of Truman, his terrifying height bringing immense pressure as his horrific greatsword slashed down.

It seemed that in the next moment, this strange angel would be cleaved in two.

Medici moved to provide support, but Truman refused him; this time, he would truly make Badheil realize his own insignificance!