"He wanted to steal my authority, just as he had stolen Soniathrym's Lightning Storm."
A mad, cold gleam appeared in the Dragon of Imagination's eyes.
They seemed to have thought of a way to deal with Truman's "Blasphemy" ability in an instant.
As their thoughts turned, the City of Miracles grew ten times larger once more, gaining unparalleled speed as it crashed down like a meteor!
"Ts." Truman drew in a quiet breath. The Dragon of Imagination wasn't targeting him or attacking him. They were merely using their authority to turn the City of Miracles into a "meteor."
Under these circumstances, he couldn't use "Myriad Manifestations" to analyze them, and it would be difficult for him to become the Dragon of Imagination.
These Ancient Gods might be mad, but the authorities they wielded were real. Once they understood the "Blasphemer's" abilities, they would naturally find ways to counter them.
The Dragon of Imagination was simply hurling the City of Miracles down on the Kingdom of the Sun God with sheer physical force!
A city whose weight had been increased to the limit was falling from the sky like a meteor. The damage it would wreak on everything on the surface would be utterly devastating.
This was the first time Truman had encountered such a straightforward attack in this world, one that didn't carry the slightest trace of mysticism.
This was a little troublesome.
Truman was already wondering whether to bring out the Heaven of Dreams and have it collide with the City of Miracles, just as he had summoned an apparition of the Sea of Dreams to clash with the "Calamity's" tsunami.
"Let me handle this." Sasrir's voice appeared beside Truman.
At his words, Truman looked over and saw Sasrir rising from underground, the Blasphemy Slate in his hand. He