Illusionary Dream

"You're only a Sequence Two." With the Book of Dreams in hand, he feared no one beneath the Gods!

He might not yet have friends across the world, but his friends were enough to take down every enemy beneath the Ancient Gods!

"Leodero!" Truman reached into the Historical Void with the hand wearing the Gloves of the Ancient.

The Gloves of the Ancient were made from the combined characteristics of a Scholar of Yore and a Planeswalker. The Scholar of Yore's signature ability was summoning Historical Projections!

He and Leodero had met only once, so they could hardly be called acquaintances. But Truman and Leodero were now both angels serving beneath the Ancient Sun God!

Their connection on the mystical level was already deep enough!

So, after only one attempt, an angelic figure was pulled from the Historical Void.

Of course, this Historical Projection had none of the Goddess's Authority of Concealment and could not possess intelligence, but he was still the Wind Angel!

"Leodero?!" Even Medici was astonished. Then he watched as another familiar figure was pulled out.

"Oseacus?!" The White Angel strode out of the Historical Void, radiating the blazing brilliance of the sun.

Beneath that sunlight, terrifying white Lightning Snakes writhed wildly, their bodies draped over the sword-wielding Giant.

The scene was so intense that Medici could only stare in stunned disbelief, almost thinking he was seeing those two companions for real.

"Why are these two Historical Projections so powerful?" They were practically as strong as their original selves!

As far as Truman was concerned, the Spirituality needed to summon Historical Projections was supplied by the Book of Dreams. It put no strain on him at all, so he could spend it as freely as he liked.

"Space Barrier!" The Planeswalker's mastery of space was already terrifying. After all, he could travel through the stars and had witnessed the civilizations there.

Truman reached out and grabbed at the air, as if seizing something solid, then squeezed hard!

In an instant, dozens of transparent, vortex-like gateways appeared in midair, enclosing the entire battlefield before collapsing inward!

"Get lost!" Badheil showed no sign of retreating, even against two Historical Projections. He swung the Greatsword of Twilight, its orange-red light radiating the power of twilight and approaching dusk.

He plunged his greatsword into the ground. Points of pure light welled up from the surrounding void, carrying a sense of holiness and glory. At last, they flowed together like water, forming a cage that divided the inside from the outside.

The collapsing space, combined with the indiscriminate bombardment from two angels, finally forced the Sequence Two angel—most adept at frontal combat—to go on the defensive.

Hum! Before the cage of light could close completely, Truman's figure flickered. He used Door Opening to flash straight inside.

With a casual flick of his hand, he dispersed the two angelic projections outside and summoned the Historical Projections of Medici and Ouroboros.

The Angel of War and the Angel of Fate!

Medici, watching from outside, felt his Spirituality stir. Though he couldn't see the fight inside the cage, he already knew what was happening. He nearly cursed aloud.

Who had said he wouldn't need help?

"Hmph!" Medici snorted but made no attempt to resist. "That looks like a Scholar of Yore from the Seer Pathway. From now on, I'll beat up every one I see!"

Inside the cage, Medici's Historical Projection had already launched "Harvest." With Ouroboros's blessing of good fortune, he immediately spotted Badheil's fatal Weakness!

"Roar!" Badheil's single eye went wide as he saw his enemies dare to teleport into his cage. It was completely unexpected.

Truman looked at Badheil, lightly crooking a finger and plucking at some imperceptible threads.

Marionettist!

Badheil's single eye bulged as his body stiffened. The fatal blow was about to strike him!

Knowing how dire the situation was, Badheil used every means at his disposal to save his life.

Tap!

A seed fell from inside his armor and landed on the ground. In an instant, it grew into a towering tree!

The colossal tree completely hid the Giant's figure. It was a seed from the Goddess of Harvest, Omebella, and it formed a sturdy barrier.

The fatal blow never reached Badheil. The barrier stopped it, and the Marionettist effect was interrupted as well.

"This is my domain!" Though startled, Badheil didn't panic. He swung the Greatsword of Twilight, and countless rays of light began to appear before erupting in a frenzy.

Storm of Light!

The blades became a storm. Orange-red twilight spread through the cage, and terrifying power erupted within its limited space, making the spectacle all the more overwhelming.

Wherever the storm passed, everything withered. Soil crumbled into sand; all things fell into decay.

The fatal strike launched together by Medici and Ouroboros was forcibly swept aside by the Blade Storm. Badheil charged ferociously at the two angels.

Pop!

Truman abandoned the two angelic Historical Projections. The hem of his Robe of the Sage fluttered gently as his entire body transformed into a stream of information. The endless Blade Storm couldn't destroy information without physical form.

"Dragon Transformation!" The stream of information that represented everything about Truman suddenly expanded, becoming a Psychic Dragon!

It was the same one Truman and Medici had slain together before. Its blood had fallen into Truman's hands and had since been completely analyzed. Now he had recreated it from a stream of information.

Roar!

Truman, in the form of a Dragon, fought the Giant at close quarters and knocked his greatsword off course with a single swipe of his claw.

"How can you have so many abilities?!" Badheil was overwhelmed. He had always fought with a single sword, hacking until the very heavens collapsed. But this opponent was impossibly troublesome.

The Psychic Dragon roared. Special attacks targeting the Spirit Body, such as "Frenzy" and "Mental Riot," rained down along with all manner of other spells, including Lightning Storms.

For a moment, Badheil could only go on the defensive again, holding his sword before him to fend off the many attacks.

"Too weak." The Dragon's voice rang out. In the next instant, the three angelic projections who had appeared earlier—all except Ouroboros—materialized once more. Thunder, sunlight, and flames filled the cage.

When you're outmatched, use tactical maneuvers; when you've got the advantage, overwhelm them with firepower!

Truman, who had no need to worry about Spirituality running out, figured they were only three Historical Projections—he could summon dozens more!

Gradually, even Badheil, whose Pathway was known as the best in frontal combat, was left in a daze, surrounded by enemies on all sides. The cage he had created was now occupied by his foes!

It was undoubtedly the most frustrating battle of Badheil's life. His opponent had him completely at their mercy.

He hadn't even managed to touch his enemy!

"Too weak!" Truman said again. There was a hint of exasperation in his voice, as if he were disappointed in Badheil, filling the Giant with shame.

"Ah!" Badheil roared again and fought with all his might, but soon the terrifying attacks of lightning and fire drove him back again. He could only huddle in a corner of the cage.

"That's enough!" Truman, still transformed into a Psychic Dragon, suddenly smiled. The "Illusionary Dream" symbol on the Book of Dreams shone brightly.