Expedition to the Abyss

The morning light, flowing like mercury, formed an airtight cage upon the sea, trapping every drop of the Demon's blood within.

The Demon naturally sought to send a drop of blood out to leave behind a contingency, but at that very moment, Truman reached out and snatched all the blood He had sent away, crushing it gently.

Badheil stood in the cage opposite the Demon, who was reforming its shape. Behind Him, an orange-red storm capable of destroying everything surged within the cage, tearing everything inside to shreds!

"Die!" The Giant's roar resounded through the heavens, the colors of Dawn and Twilight dyeing the battlefield orange-red.

It was as if the setting sun had faded, destined to return to nothingness.

"Blood!"

The Demon knew it was time to fight for His life. He automatically abandoned His excess reason in exchange for even more formidable power!

Blood-red and orange-red clashed in the cage, gradually blending into a single shade of red.

The Demon ultimately failed to escape, becoming a blood-colored crystal in the hand of the God of Dawn. Inside the crystal lay a drop of black-red blood that resembled magma, exuding an aura of Corruption and filth.

"Hmph! It's you again, Dream!" Badheil looked toward Truman, having naturally noticed some of the things that occurred during the battle.

He was unhappy that Truman had participated in His fight, but He was not about to get into a brawl with him—and of course, He couldn't win...

He took a deep look at Truman and turned to leave.

Truman ignored Him, writing in his book of his own accord.

"A subordinate god under the Demon Monarch died at the hands of the God of Dawn; the subsequent plot is easy to imagine..."

The quill scribbled furiously on the Book of Dreams, drafting a logical development for what was to come.

At this point, many things were already fated.

Thus, even though the story being woven this time involved two Ancient Gods, it proceeded very smoothly, the words gradually fading into the pages.

Truman nodded in satisfaction and put his things away.

"Thank you for saving me!" The sound, like the roar of a giant monster, rang in his ears, and Truman instinctively stepped back twice.

Leodero did not dwell on whether those steps were genuine; at this moment, He was filled with gratitude toward Truman.

When facing an Abyss Projection, even an Angel remained weak. In His eyes, it was Truman who had saved him, and Old Pigeon took it to heart!

Truman felt slightly awkward and coughed twice. "It's nothing. We're colleagues, after all; I couldn't just watch you die!"

"I'll remember this!" Leodero said to himself. His personality was notoriously irritable, very fitting for the Storm pathway, but He also placed great importance on his promises.

"Alright then..." Truman's mouth twitched, deciding that he must never let Old Pigeon know that he possessed the Pen of Alsuhod.

"Let's go. This place will soon become the center of a war storm." Truman and Leodero moved far away from the area, even relocating a human city-state.

Just as that Demon Angel was killed by Badheil, the Abyss, located far away in the boundless sea, suddenly trembled.

A will awakened, and a cold, ruthless gaze projected from the bottomless Abyss, landing on Badheil, who was returning to the Giant King's Court.

Hum! A soft humming sound rang out, and a light of Twilight descended, protecting Badheil and pushing the gaze back without the slightest courtesy.

"Farbauti!"

"Almir!"

The two Ancient Gods roared across the distance. They had long since lost track of how many times they had fought each other, with each side having their share of victories and defeats, but in this era, the strength of the Giant Race had reached its peak!

"My servants, go and offer me the flesh and blood of the Giant Race as a sacrifice!"

The Demon Monarch Farbauti opened the Abyss, and countless demons surged out, descending upon the region of the Giant King's Court through the Spirit World or other ritualistic powers.

In truth, when Truman guided "Honor" to collide with the Demon Angel, the struggle between the two Ancient Gods had already become inevitable!

Setting up Leodero afterward was merely to provide a reason for the Creator's side to intervene later.

The two Ancient Gods—one a madman, the other at his strongest—would not delve into the reasons; if they fought, they fought!

In the last few hundred years, the major extraordinary races had roughly delineated the relative dominance of the Dragon and Giant races, and the world had been peaceful for a long time.

But that previous divine war and the ensuing conflict would once again tell everyone that war was the theme of the Second Epoch, and the prior peace was merely an illusion!

"This time, with the exception of Dream remaining behind, all other Angels must participate in the war!" Sasrir read the Oracle of war.

"Understood!" Leodero thought the war had been launched primarily to avenge Him, and, being sentimental, He couldn't help but want to sing a song to express his gratitude.

Fortunately, Medici was quick, stuffing a chunk of frost directly into Leodero's mouth.

"We almost had countless believers gloriously sacrifice themselves under the Wind Angel's attack." Medici clapped his hands, shaking off the frost, and said to Ouroboros beside him.

Ouroboros and Oseacus both nodded in agreement.

Sasrir covered his face with his hand, and Truman couldn't help but laugh; there was never a shortage of joy where Medici was!

Of course, you first had to ensure that the person He mocked first wasn't you, otherwise, the joke might be on yourself.

"Depart!" Sasrir's stern gaze made Leodero suppress his irritable lightning. He glared fiercely at Medici and led a team of Beyonders toward the battlefield.

Several Angels set off one after another, which would put immense pressure on the Demon side, forcing the Demon Monarch Farbauti to take action personally.

"Seize the opportunity yourself." Sasrir looked at Truman and nodded slightly.

"I know." Truman turned and returned to the Dream Territory.

He sat on the shoulder of his own statue, and with a grasp of his hand, an unfinished ritual appeared in his palm.

This was a ritual for summoning demons, capable of connecting to the Abyss.

Truman stole it so that he could establish a connection with the Abyss at the right time, allowing him to teleport there directly by leveraging that link.

The Abyss stood isolated overseas and was the Kingdom of the Creator for the Demon Monarch Farbauti; barging in was essentially equivalent to facing an Ancient God, which was far too unwise.

He sat there for a long time, and he did not know when a faint figure appeared beside him; Lilith had also descended here.

During the war, Sasrir could not abandon the entire Kingdom of the Creator, so it could only be the three of them.

"The Abyss..." Truman was also curious about this. In his memory, there were too few records of the entire place, and only some fierce individual who even dared to pursue a Witch had ever searched for it.

"The Angels have entered the war." The intensity of the war finally escalated. With Angels entering the fray, they could inflict unimaginable casualties if there were no corresponding Angels to intercept them.

And after the Angels on the Creator's side joined the battlefield, the several Angels of the Demon race suffered one defeat after another, finding it hard to resist!

Roar!

Without warning, the Demon Monarch Farbauti rushed out of the Abyss and began to battle the Giant King Almir.

Within the Astral World, the two Ancient Gods fought; Twilight corroded the void, and Corruption defiled the Astral World.

The two powers eroded each other, and the Authorities they each grasped collided.