Badheil

Bang!

The earth shook violently as the Dragon crashed down, splattering dark golden blood. Two drops landed in Truman's hand.

"Hmph!" Medici glanced at Truman. He had just teleported onto the Dragon's head and brought his sword down, directly "slaughtering" it.

The wounds the Dragon had suffered in the dream were all real; Medici had inflicted them in the real world.

Buzz! A Curtain of Shadows suddenly surged around Medici. It seemed as if seawater were welling up from within, churning all fate into chaos and concealing everything.

It was probably much like the Paper Angel from Sefirah Castle in Truman's memories—a protection granted by the Sun God.

That meant the Psychic Dragon was well and truly dead.

The aura of the Chaos Sea was the ultimate corruption even for the Dragon of Imagination. No matter how many resurrection methods a Psychic Dragon like this had, it couldn't possibly withstand it.

A Sequence Two Weather Warlock of the Hunter Pathway, bolstered by a legion, together with an overpowered Angel of Dreams—and even the aura of the Chaos Sea. The Psychic Dragon's death was no disgrace.

This was the era they lived in. Ancient Gods ran rampant across the land, the skies, the oceans, and even the Spirit World. Even Angels couldn't count on their lives being spared; they could die just like that.

"Pleasure working with you." Truman chuckled, smearing the two drops of blood onto the Robe of the Sage. Streams of information surged wildly, analyzing all the Beyonder Abilities within.

"You did a decent job backing me up, so I'll give you a share of the spoils!" Someone in the legion was already approaching with a Mystical Item to speed up the extraction of the Beyonder Characteristic.

Soon, Medici tossed over a Characteristic: a Sequence Three from the Reader Pathway, an Insightor.

"There's still a Sequence Two Characteristic that needs to be taken back for Sasrir." Medici was clearly displeased, but still offered an explanation.

"Got it!" Truman nodded in satisfaction. Medici had formidable offensive power, and working with him for a while had already paid off.

The Sequence Three Characteristic was secondary. More importantly, Truman had probably analyzed most of the Dragon's abilities, and recorded several crucial ones.

"This dream power..." Truman was especially adept at this dream ability. He had reproduced it successfully after just one try, and had even used it to fool the Psychic Dragon itself.

"It goes perfectly with the Book of Dreams. It's even more powerful than the original, and the Pathway of Night also has authority over dreams..."

He opened the Book of Dreams. The Badge of Divinity on him glimmered with starlight, and he inscribed an ability called "Illusionary Dream" into the book.

"Who dares invade my Golden Kingdom!" Truman was still studying the Illusionary Dream ability when a roar suddenly thundered through the sky.

A Giant appeared in the distance, clad in full silver armor that shone brightly. A cluster of Light of Dawn was 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 reason!"

Medici's eyes burned with fervor, his fighting spirit blazing like fire.

"Forget it. He's the Giant King's son, not some mad Dragon like the one we just killed. The Giant King could turn his gaze on us at any moment!" Truman's words doused Medici's fighting spirit like cold rain.

This was the Golden Kingdom, under the rule of the Giant King's Court. If Badheil were killed here, Giant King Aurmir would surely arrive. Not even the Chaos Sea's favor could protect Medici.

The most likely outcome would be to provoke a divine war between the Ancient Sun God and the Giant King ahead of time.

"Then I'll spare his life!" Medici held his head high and was about to lead the legion away, avoiding a direct clash with the God of Dawn.

"You're not leaving? Want to get yourself killed?" Medici glanced at Truman. He clearly meant to pull his temporary ally out of danger, but managed to make it sound infuriating.

"I came here for him. Why would I leave?" Truman shot Medici a glance, then looked toward the Twilight Giant, still some distance away.

His Warrior's instincts had sensed that two Angels were concealed nearby, and he watched them warily.

Medici raised a hand and manipulated the weather around them. A thick fog suddenly rose, suppressing the enemy's senses.

"Sequence Two Glory-Seeker of the Warrior Pathway. The strongest in one-on-one frontal combat?" Truman narrowed his eyes as he considered everything he knew about the Warrior Pathway. Countless battles in later ages had confirmed that it excelled at head-on fighting.

"Him? The strongest? Has anyone asked me?" Medici snorted. The Angel of War, backed by a legion, was the strongest!

"Then go fight him." Truman glanced at Medici, egging him on.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Medici looked at Truman the way one might look at Leodero. For a moment, Truman genuinely wanted to slap him across the face.

That taunt had been perfectly delivered.

"Ahem!" Truman turned his attention back to Badheil. Just then, the Giant in the fog abruptly looked toward Truman and Medici!

"Warrior's instincts, huh..." That combat instinct was terrifying. It made no sense at all.

The instant the Giant spotted them, a greatsword formed from orange-red Twilight pierced through the void. The Giant himself leaped straight to where Truman and Medici stood!

Clang!

The Angel of War charged forward, wielding a greatsword of his own. His body grew to three or four meters tall, his skin turned to steel, and he became a steel Giant.

The swords in the two Giants' hands crashed together. Flames of every color rose, and orange-red Twilight spread outward.

"You two really don't fit the aesthetic here!" Truman couldn't help commenting as he watched the two Giants clash with swords.

In this bizarre and mad world, fighting with traditional weapons felt so out of place.

Truman flipped open a page of the Book of Dreams. The "Illusionary Dream" symbol on it gleamed, and an invisible force spread outward.

The Gloves of the Ancient shimmered faintly, and the Robe of the Sage glinted as well. At that moment, Truman seemed to transform into a Psychic Dragon and unleash a Psychic Breath with a mighty roar!

It was an Angel-Level attack!

At the same time, Truman hurled countless "Frenzy," "Mind Deprivation," and "Psychic Storm" attacks at Badheil, all taken from the Psychic Dragon they had just slain.

The Angel's blood had let him decipher quite a few Beyonder Abilities. He could wield them through the Sage's information-based abilities, while the Planeswalker Characteristic also contained the power of "reproduction."

"Uh... ah..." For a moment, the one-eyed Giant's body stiffened, and his mind was significantly affected.

"Get out of my way!" Badheil roared. Orange-red Light of Twilight suddenly burst from him. Everything it touched began to decay and age. Even Medici looked grim and didn't dare meet it head-on.

"Die!" This time, Badheil leaped straight in front of Truman. His terrifying height exerted immense pressure as he brought his greatsword crashing down.

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

Medici moved to help, but Truman refused him. This time, he was going to make Badheil truly understand how weak he was!