Illusionary Dream

"Just a Sequence 2." With the Book of Dreams in hand, he feared nothing beneath the gods!

He didn't yet have friends everywhere, but his current allies were enough to take down any enemy below the Ancient Gods!

"Leodero!" Truman's hand, clad in the Gloves of the Ancient, reached into the Fog of History.

The Gloves of the Ancient were forged from the characteristics of a Scholar of Yore and a Traveler, and the Scholar of Yore's signature skill was pulling out Historical Projections!

He and Leodero had only met once—hardly close acquaintances—but now Truman and Leodero both served as angels under the Ancient Sun God!

The connection on a mystical level was already deep enough!

So with just one attempt, an angelic figure was dragged out from the Fog of History.

Of course, this Historical Projection lacked the Goddess's Authority of Concealment and couldn't possess true intelligence, but it was still the Wind Angel!

"Leodero?!" Medici was stunned, then watched helplessly as another familiar figure was pulled out.

"Oseacus?!" The Angel of White stepped out of the Fog of History, radiating the blazing brilliance of the sun.

Beneath that solar radiance, terrifying white Lightning Snakes writhed wildly, all draped over the giant who held a sword.

The scene was intensely fierce for a moment, leaving Medici dumbfounded, almost thinking he'd truly seen those two companions again.

"Why are these Historical Projections so abnormally strong?" They were nearly equal to the originals!

For Truman, the spirituality needed to summon the Historical Projections was transferred by the Book of Dreams, so he felt no pressure at all and could squander it freely.

"Space Barrier!" The Traveler's mastery over space was already terrifying, having roamed the starry skies and witnessed stellar civilizations.

Truman reached out midair, seeming to grab something solid, then squeezed hard!

In an instant, dozens of doors like transparent whirlpools appeared in the sky, enveloping the entire battlefield, then collapsing inward!

"Get lost!" Badheil faced the two Historical Projections without backing down, swinging the Greatsword of Twilight. The orange-red light exuded a sense of decline, the power of dusk.

His greatsword slammed into the ground, and specks of pure light surged from the surrounding void, carrying a sacred and glorious meaning, eventually forming a cage of flowing water that separated inside from out.

The spatial collapse and the indiscriminate bombardment from the two angels finally forced the Sequence 2 angel, best at frontal combat, onto the defensive.

"Hum!" Before the cage of light fully closed, Truman flickered, directly using Gate of Opening to flash inside.

He waved his hand lightly, dispersing the two angel projections outside, and pulled out the Historical Projections of Medici and Ouroboros.

The Angel of War and the Angel of Fate!

Outside, Medici's spirituality stirred. Though he couldn't see the battle inside the cage, he already knew what had happened and nearly cursed aloud.

Who said he didn't need help?

"Hmph!" Medici snorted coldly, making no attempt to resist. "Looks like that's a Scholar of Yore from the Seer pathway? From now on, I'll beat one every time I see one!"

Inside the cage, Medici's Historical Projection had already launched "Harvest," and with Ouroboros's luck enhancement, it directly saw through Badheil's fatal weakness!

"Roar!" Badheil, suddenly seeing the enemy dare to teleport into his cage, widened his single eye in shock—utterly unexpected.

Truman looked at Badheil, his fingers gently twitching, pulling at certain imperceptible threads.

Marionettist!

The giant Badheil's single eye bulged, his body freezing, and the fatal blow was about to land on him!

Badheil knew the danger and used his life-saving measures.

Tap!

A seed fell from his armor, hitting the ground and instantly growing into a towering tree!

This colossal tree completely obscured the giant's figure—a seed from the Goddess of Harvest, Omebella, forming a thick enough barrier.

The fatal blow ultimately didn't land on Badheil, blocked by the barrier, and the Marionettist was interrupted as well.

"This is my domain!" Badheil, though startled, kept his composure. He swung the Greatsword of Twilight fiercely, and countless rays of light began to emerge, then erupted.

Storm of Light!

The blade turned into a storm, orange-red twilight spreading through the cage. Terrifying power exploded in the confined space, making it even more spectacular.

And wherever this storm passed, everything withered—soil turned to sand, all things decayed.

The fatal strike jointly launched by Medici and Ouroboros was forcibly broken apart by the Blade Storm, and Badheil ferociously charged at the two angels.

Pop!

Truman abandoned maintaining the two angel Historical Projections. The hem of his Robe of the Sage fluttered lightly, and his entire body transformed into a stream of information. The endless Blade Storm couldn't destroy this intangible information.

"Dragon Transformation!" That stream of information, representing everything about Truman, suddenly swelled, turning into a Psychic Dragon!

It was the same one Truman and Medici had slain together earlier. Its blood had dripped into Truman's hands and been fully analyzed, now shaped by the information stream.

Roar!

The dragon Truman had become engaged the giant in close combat, a single claw knocking the giant's greatsword aside.

"How can you have so many abilities?!" Badheil felt overwhelmed. He always fought by swinging his sword until the sky fell, but this opponent was impossibly troublesome.

The Psychic Dragon roared, unleashing a rain of special attacks targeting the mind—like "Madness" and "Mental Riot"—along with other spells like Lightning Storm, all bombarding down.

For a moment, Badheil could only fall back on the defensive again, holding his sword horizontally to block the onslaught.

"Too weak." A voice came from the dragon's maw, and the next instant, the projections of the three angels who had appeared before—aside from Ouroboros—materialized once more, lightning, sun, and flame filling this cage.

When poor, use tactical interweaving; when rich, use overwhelming firepower!

With no need to worry about spiritual depletion, Truman declared that three Historical Projections were nothing—he could summon dozens more if he wanted!

Gradually, even Badheil, hailed as the Sequence with the strongest frontline combat prowess, fell into a daze of feeling besieged on all sides. This cage he had constructed was now occupied by the enemy!

This was absolutely the most stifling battle Badheil had ever fought in his life, completely toyed with at his opponent's fingertips.

He hadn't even touched the enemy's body!

"Too weak!" Truman said again, his tone carrying a hint of disappointment that made Badheil feel utterly humiliated.

"Ah!" Badheil roared once more, fighting with all his might, but was soon beaten back step by step by the terrifying lightning and flame attacks, forced to cower in a corner of the cage.

"Enough!" The Truman who had transformed into the Psychic Dragon suddenly smiled, and the "Illusionary Dream" symbol on the Book of Dreams shone brilliantly.