The silvery dawn flowed across the sea, forming an airtight cage that trapped even every drop of the Devil's blood.
The Devil naturally wanted to send a drop of blood out as a contingency. But in that instant, Truman reached out and grabbed every bit of blood the Devil had sent away, then crushed it with a gentle squeeze.
Badheil faced the Devil, who had gathered himself back into a body, inside the cage. Behind him, an orange-red storm capable of destroying everything surged within the cage, tearing through all that lay in its path!
"Die!" The Giant's roar shook the heavens as the colors of dawn and twilight dyed the battlefield orange-red.
As if the setting sun were fading, destined to return to nothingness.
"Blood!"
The Devil knew it was time to fight for his life. He abandoned what little reason he had left in exchange for even greater strength!
Blood red and orange-red clashed fiercely within the cage, gradually blending until they became the same shade of red.
In the end, the Devil failed to escape. He became a blood-red crystal in the God of Dawn's hand. Inside the crystal was a drop of black-red blood, like magma, radiating an aura of Corruption and filth.
"Hmph! You again, Dream!" Badheil looked at Truman. He had naturally sensed that something had happened during the battle.
He was very displeased that Truman had interfered in his fight, but he couldn't exactly pick a fight with Truman. Of course, he wouldn't win, either...
He gave Truman a deep look, then turned and left.
Truman ignored him and wrote in his book.
"A subordinate god of the Demon Monarch died at the hands of the God of Dawn. The next events are easy to imagine..."
The quill flew across the Book of Dreams, writing a reasonable progression for everything that would follow.
By now, many things were already set in stone.
So even though the story he was writing this time involved two Ancient Gods, the process went smoothly. The words gradually disappeared from the pages.
Truman nodded with satisfaction and put the book away.
"Thank you for saving me!" A voice like a giant monster's roar sounded in his ear. Truman instinctively took two steps back.
Leodero didn't take offense at the two steps or question whether they were sincere. At that moment, he was filled with gratitude toward Truman.
Even an Angel was weak when facing an Abyss Projection. In his eyes, Truman had saved him. Old Pigeon would remember this!
Truman felt a little awkward and coughed twice. "It's nothing. We're colleagues, after all. I couldn't just stand by and let you die!"
"I'll remember this!" Leodero said, speaking only for himself. His temper was as explosive as the Storm Pathway, but he also took promises very seriously.
"Right..." Truman's mouth twitched. He decided that Old Pigeon must never find out that he had the Quill of Alzuhod.
"Let's go. This place will soon become the center of a storm of war." Truman and Leodero left, even relocating one of the human city-states.
The moment the Demon Angel was killed by Badheil, the Abyss far away in the boundless sea suddenly shook.
A will awoke. An emotionless gaze shot out from the unfathomable depths of the Abyss and fell on Badheil as he returned to the Giant King's Court.
A soft hum rang out, and a Light of Twilight descended, shielding Badheil and unceremoniously pushing the gaze back.
"Farbauti!"
"Aurmir!"
The two Ancient Gods roared at each other from afar. They had fought one another countless times, with victories on both sides. But in this era, the Giant Race's power had reached its peak!
"My servants, go and offer the flesh and blood of the Giant Race to me!"
The Demon Monarch, Farbauti, opened the Abyss. Countless Devils surged out, descending upon the territory of the Giant King's Court by way of the Spirit World, rituals, and other means.
In truth, the moment Truman had guided Honor and the Demon Angel into each other's path, a conflict between the two Ancient Gods had become inevitable!
Truman had only set Leodero up afterward to give the Creator's side a reason to intervene.
One of the two Ancient Gods was a Lunatic, while the other was at the height of his power. Neither would delve into the reasons behind it. A fight was a fight!
Over the past several hundred years, the major supernatural races had roughly sorted themselves into two dominant groups: the Dragons and the Giants. The world had been at peace for quite some time.
But the earlier divine battle and the war to come would once again remind everyone that war was the theme of the Second Epoch. The peace before it had merely been an illusion!
"This time, with the exception of Dream, who will stay behind, all the other Angels are to join the war!" Sasrir proclaimed the divine decree.
"Yes!" Leodero assumed the war had been launched mainly to avenge him. So moved was he that he nearly burst into song to express his gratitude.
Luckily, Medici was quick. He shoved a lump of ice into Leodero's mouth.
"There were almost countless believers who would have died gloriously under the Wind Angel's attacks." Medici clapped his hands, shook off the ice, and turned to Ouroboros.
Ouroboros and Oseacus both nodded in agreement.
Sasrir covered his face with a hand. Truman couldn't help laughing. Wherever Medici went, there was never a shortage of entertainment!
Of course, first you had to make sure that you weren't the one he chose to mock. Otherwise, you might be the one getting laughed at.
"Move out!" Sasrir's stern gaze made Leodero rein in his volatile lightning. He shot Medici a furious look, then led a squad of Beyonders toward the battlefield.
The Angels set out one after another. They would put tremendous pressure on the Devils, forcing the Demon Monarch, Farbauti, to intervene personally.
"You know when to act." Sasrir glanced at Truman and nodded gently.
"I know." Truman turned and returned to the Dream Territory.
He sat on the shoulder of his own statue, reached out, and took hold of an unfinished ritual.
It was a ritual for summoning Devils, one that could connect to the Abyss.
He had stolen it so that, at the right moment, he could establish a connection with the Abyss and use it to travel there directly.
The Abyss lay far out at sea and was the Demon Monarch, Farbauti's, divine kingdom. Forcing his way in would be tantamount to facing an Ancient God. It would be terribly unwise.
He sat there for a long time. At some point, a faint figure appeared beside him. Lilith had descended as well.
During the war, Sasrir couldn't abandon the entire Kingdom of the Creator, so only the three of them could go.
"The Abyss..." Truman was curious about it, too. In his memories, there were very few records of the place. Only one audacious man had ever gone looking for it, even daring to bed a Demoness.
"The Angels have joined the battle." The fighting had finally escalated. With the Angels entering the fray, they could inflict unimaginable casualties unless Angels on the opposing side stepped in to stop them.
After the Angels on the Creator's side joined the battlefield, the Angels among the Devils were driven back again and again, unable to fight back!
Roar!
Without warning, the Demon Monarch, Farbauti, charged out of the Abyss and began fighting the Giant King, Aurmir.
In the Astral World, the two Ancient Gods fought. Twilight corroded the void, while Corruption and filth tainted the Astral World.
Their two powers gnawed at one another, and the authorities they each wielded collided.
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