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Illusionary Dream!

Born from the dream abilities of the Spectator and Pathway of Night, its core had already taken the shape of the Book of Dreams.

Specks of Dream Phosphor scattered amidst the sky-filling thunder and fire, gradually seeping into Badheil's body.

Silently and soundlessly, many things had already changed.

"Slash!" The sword light stained like the twilight of dusk, sweeping across the Historical Projections of the three angels.

This caused the Mythical Creature bodies of the angels to age rapidly, their skin quickly becoming covered in wrinkles, sprouting age spots, and oozing rotting fluids.

Pop!

The Historical Projections dissolved, evaporating completely.

Had the three Historical Projections simply dissipated like that?

"You will die too!" The Giant King roared as he flashed before Truman, but the Light of Twilight could do nothing against the scattered Information Torrent. Truman quickly reconstituted his body, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth as he reached out and pulled.

A figure appeared beside Truman—half-human, half-demon wolf, clad in a Dark Robe and wielding a Black Great Scythe.

With just a single glance from that figure, the orange-red Light of Twilight seemed to turn into sketch lines, erased by an eraser.

Concealment!

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

Just as the Giant King Almir was constantly thinking about devouring the demon wolf, so too was he always thinking about devouring the offspring of the demon wolf—especially the Goddess of Misfortune, Amanises!

But Amanises was simply too strong. In one of their past battles, he had nearly been toyed with and killed by the demon wolf as if he were prey!

"Badheil's most insurmountable enemy in his heart is actually the Goddess?" Truman, still within the Illusionary Dream, was stunned, then chuckled. "That makes perfect sense."

The Giant King and the Destruction Demon Wolf were always thinking about devouring each other. Over the long years, the two sides had clashed countless times, and the Goddess would naturally have fought Badheil.

The outcome was predictable.

And the moment the Dream Phosphor seeped into Badheil's body, this battle was already without suspense.

Everything after that was a dream woven for him by Truman. Slaying the Historical Projections of three angels with a single sword strike inflated Badheil's confidence to an unimaginable degree, then drawing out the one in his heart he could never defeat.

These two extreme emotional states left Badheil with an even greater mental opening, allowing the Dream Phosphor to successfully infiltrate his Island of Consciousness.

The only surprise was that the dream projection pulled out was the Goddess. Truman had thought it might be an Ancient God or something.

The Goddess's projection lifted her gaze to Badheil and took the initiative to attack. Two of her hands gently pressed together, and in that instant, Badheil's entire body was rapidly erased like an eraser.

At the same time, a hazy misty mass rose in the Goddess's hands, within which the roar of a giant resounded, and orange-red light seethed!

"You are too weak," the Goddess's projection said under Truman's control. The fierce struggle seemed to pause for a moment, then resumed in an even more terrifying manner!

"As long as your Father God exists, you can never defeat me," the Goddess's voice remained cold and indifferent. The Black Great Scythe in her hand turned into a wisp of black mist, drilling into the hazy misty mass.

The mass swelled violently, then contracted, tainted with the aura of death.

"Roar!" The giant's roar echoed from within the misty mass, and at first listen, it carried a hint of... grievance?

Seeing that everything was in order and the emotional turmoil was intense enough, Truman planted a psychological suggestion in Badheil's heart—a place name.

He would not detect the existence of the psychological suggestion, but upon encountering related things, he would naturally develop a desire to investigate.

Moreover, Dream Phosphor was something no one but Truman himself could trace or detect.

"It's almost time." Truman silently ended the maintenance of the Illusionary Dream, and everything returned to normal.

Roar!

Badheil let out a furious roar and chose to flee. The Light of Twilight acted upon his own body, causing it to rot and turn into a pool of pus.

Meanwhile, his true form was reborn in the Spirit World!

"Trying to leave?" Truman looked up. The Traveler's spatial control directly sealed off all of Badheil's escape routes, with visible and invisible doors wrapping around Badheil at the very center.

The towering giant, in that moment, looked like an insect trapped in amber.

"You..." Badheil's single eye was bloodshot, 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, blossoms of flowers burst forth in the bizarre Spirit World, overlapping and intertwining to form a massive coffin that wrapped around Badheil.

Truman's expression was blank. He lightly snapped his fingers, and space shattered. The coffin formed from plants was cut into countless fragments, but at that moment, a tall, voluptuous figure appeared in reality—wearing a wooden armor, a war skirt, and holding a Wooden Staff in her hand.

This female giant wore a leather armor over a long skirt, with long dark brown hair adorned with a few golden wheat ears and bright mushrooms.

The Wooden Staff was raised, pointing from afar at Truman.

In that instant, Truman even felt the illusion that his life force was draining away, on the verge of death.

But his response was swift enough. He transformed into a chaotic Information Torrent, no longer bound by the influence of life force.

Countless plants surged out of the void, and several python-like vines shot forth, aiming to pierce through Truman.

But Truman had already turned into an Information Torrent, completely ignoring all these attacks.

"Sigh!" Truman suddenly heard a sigh. The Sage's prophetic intuition told him it was time to back off!

He followed his heart's choice, immediately letting go, allowing that voluptuous figure to carry the coffin containing Badheil away through the Spirit World.

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

Now that the Ancient Gods were locked in stalemate, whoever struck first might suffer for it, but the Goddess of Harvest, locked in a prolonged battle, and the God of Dawn, on the verge of madness, would absolutely stop at nothing to attract the Giant King's attention.

"Perfect!" Truman watched as those two Subordinate Gods vanished completely into the Spirit World, letting out a soft laugh.

"Just waiting for the right moment." Truman opened the Book of Dreams and wrote down many "reasonable" developments.

"I really am becoming more and more like a writer..." Truman sighed, then sensed Medici's peculiar gaze from across the way.

"What's wrong?" Truman asked, confused. Medici shook his head and said nothing.

He had witnessed the entire process of Truman beating Badheil into submission. Though the power of that Scholar of Yore had disgusted him, this battle had fully showcased Truman's overwhelming combat prowess.

"Having an angel like this as a companion—good or bad, I wonder..." Medici pondered the question, then gently shook his head and led his legion back into the fray.