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Illusionary Dream!

A dream ability derived from the Spectator and Pathway of Night, its core had already taken the shape of the Book of Dreams.

Flecks of Dream Phosphor scattered through the sky amid the thunder and lightning, gradually seeping into Badheil's body.

Silently, many things had already changed.

"Slash!" The sword light swept over them like Twilight, touching the Historical Projections of the three Angels.

The Mythical Creature forms of the Angels began to age rapidly. Their skin quickly wrinkled and broke out in age spots, and putrid liquid began to seep from their bodies.

Pop!

The Historical Projections dissolved and evaporated completely.

Had the three Historical Projections really vanished so easily?

"You're going to die too!" The Giant roared and flashed in front of Truman, but Twilight was powerless against the scattered Information Torrent. Truman quickly reconstituted his body, a strange smile tugging at his lips as he reached out and pulled.

A half-man, half-Demon Wolf figure appeared beside Truman, clad in a Dark Robe and holding a Black Great Scythe.

With a single glance from that figure, the orange-red Light of Twilight turned into sketch lines, then was erased as if by a rubber.

Concealment!

"Amanises!" Badheil roared, his unstoppable momentum abruptly faltering.

Just as Giant King Aurmir was always thinking about devouring the Demon Wolves, Badheil was likewise plotting to devour their descendants—especially the Goddess of Misfortune, Amanises!

But Amanises was too strong. In one of their past battles, the Demon Wolf had nearly played him to death like prey!

"So the Goddess is the enemy Badheil considers truly invincible?" Truman, still within the "Illusionary Dream," was astonished, then laughed. "That makes perfect sense."

The Giant King and the Annihilation Demonic Wolf were constantly trying to devour each other. Over the long years, the two sides had fought countless times, so naturally the Goddess had fought Badheil.

The outcome was easy to imagine.

And from the moment Dream Phosphor seeped into Badheil's body, the battle's outcome was no longer in doubt.

Everything that followed was a dream Truman had woven for him. Slaying the three Angels' Historical Projections with a single sword strike had inflated Badheil's confidence to unimaginable heights. Then Truman had conjured the one he considered invincible.

Those two extreme emotional states had opened an even larger gap in Badheil's mind, allowing the Dream Phosphor to successfully seep into his Island of Consciousness.

The only surprise was that the dream projection he'd drawn out had been the Goddess. Truman had thought he might summon an Ancient God or someone like that.

The Goddess's phantom looked up at Badheil and launched an attack of her own. She gently brought two of her hands together, and in that instant, Badheil's entire body was rapidly erased as if by a rubber.

At the same time, a hazy cloud rose in the Goddess's hand. A Giant's roar sounded within it, and orange-red light boiled!

"You're too weak," the Goddess's phantom said under Truman's control. The fierce clash seemed to fall silent for an instant, then resumed with even greater ferocity!

"As long as your Father God exists, you will never defeat me." The Goddess's voice remained cold and indifferent. The Black Great Scythe in her hand turned into black mist and burrowed into the hazy cloud.

The cloud abruptly swelled, then contracted, tainted by the aura of death.

"Roar!" The Giant's roar came from inside the cloud. At first listen, it even sounded a little... aggrieved?

Seeing that everything was in place and the emotional turmoil had grown sufficiently intense, Truman planted a psychological suggestion in Badheil's mind: a place name.

Badheil wouldn't notice the suggestion. He would simply feel a natural urge to investigate upon encountering something related to it.

Besides, no one but Truman himself could trace or investigate Dream Phosphor.

"Almost time." Truman silently ended his hold on "Illusionary Dream," and everything returned to normal.

Roar!

Badheil roared and chose to flee. Twilight's light fell upon him, and his body began to rot, turning into a pool of pus.

His true body, meanwhile, was reborn in the Spirit World!

"Trying to leave?" Truman looked up. The Planeswalker's control over space sealed off every escape route, and one visible and invisible door after another surrounded Badheil, trapping him at the center.

At that moment, the towering Giant looked just like a bug caught in amber.

"You..." Badheil's single eye was bloodshot. He was on the verge of madness.

Whoosh!

At that very moment, countless flowers, trees, and other plants bloomed in the Spirit World, piercing through the Space Barrier!

Clusters of wheat and blossoms flourished in the bizarre Spirit World, layering and intertwining until they formed a gigantic coffin that engulfed Badheil.

Truman remained expressionless and flicked a finger. Space shattered, and the plant coffin was cut into countless pieces. But by then, a tall, voluptuous figure appeared in reality, clad in wooden armor and a battle skirt, with a Wood Staff in hand.

The female Giant wore a long skirt beneath her leather armor. Dark brown hair fell around her shoulders, adorned with a few golden ears of wheat and bright mushrooms.

She raised the Wood Staff and pointed it at Truman from afar.

At that moment, Truman even felt as if his life force had vanished completely and he were about to die.

But he reacted quickly enough, turning into a stream of chaotic information, no longer bound or affected by life force.

Countless plants sprang up in the void. Several python-like vines shot out from among them, intent on piercing Truman.

But Truman had already become an Information Torrent, completely ignoring every attack.

"Ah!" Truman suddenly heard a sigh. The Sage's prophetic intuition told him that he should stop!

He followed his instincts and immediately let go, allowing the voluptuous figure to carry the coffin containing Badheil away through the Spirit World.

"Twilight..." Truman shook his head. If he hadn't let go in that moment, he would have drawn the gaze of Giant King Aurmir.

The Ancient Gods were now facing off against one another. Whoever struck first might end up at a disadvantage. But the Goddess of Harvest, locked in a drawn-out battle, and the God of Dawn, on the verge of madness, would certainly do whatever it took to draw the Giant King's attention.

"Perfect!" Truman watched the two Subordinate Gods disappear completely into the Spirit World and smiled.

"Now I just need to wait for the right moment." Truman opened the Book of Dreams and wrote down a series of "reasonable" developments.

"I'm really becoming more and more like an Author..." Truman sighed, then noticed Medici's strange gaze from across the way.

"What is it?" Truman asked in confusion. Medici shook his head and said nothing.

He had watched the entire fight, with Truman beating Badheil down. Though the Scholar of Yore's power had disgusted him, the battle had showcased Truman's formidable fighting ability to the fullest.

"Having an Angel like him as a comrade... I wonder if that's a good thing or a bad one..." Medici thought. Then he shook his head and led his army back into battle.